Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Bennett
I look down at my watch. “ Now , it’s midnight,” I say as I take her into my arms and kiss her again.
She pulls her mouth from mine. “I was never good at math,” she says in a breathless whisper.
I can’t explain what’s happening as I press my lips to hers again. It’s as if all the hatred I have for this woman has crammed itself into my dick, and I want nothing more than to fill her with every inch of disdain.
And why wouldn’t I want to fuck her senseless? She’s beautiful, witty, and despite all my teasing, she’s not actually stupid. I thought she was at first, but after knowing her for months, I see that the ingenue act is just that. An act.
There isn’t a bed here, and the cots and couch are too narrow for what I want to do to her, so I settle for the quilt. I pull myself away from her and hurry to position the aged square of fabric in front of the heat.
As I lie down and pat the empty space beside me, I spy a moment of hesitation. She’s just as confused about this as I am. We both look at the bottle of whiskey.
“We can blame it on Jack,” I say as I pat the quilt again.
She hurries over and sits beside me. “Or we could just keep it between us.”
I lower her left bra strap and kiss her pale shoulder. “We certainly could.”
“A moment of weakness,” she says. “That’s all, right?”
“So weak.” I press her shoulders so that she lies down beside me. “That’s all it is.”
She pulls her arm out of the bra strap, and I lower the lacy cup until her pink nipple pops into my mouth. A soft moan leaves her lips, and her hands race through my hair, pulling my head closer.
This woman has no right being this soft or smelling this nice. I thought a night of passion with her would be more like a night of misery, but fuck, she’s delicious.
“Take them off,” I say. “I want to see all of you at once.”
Her hands fly to the straps, then pause. There’s that hesitation again. “Maybe this is a bad idea.”
“Oh, it’s definitely a bad idea, but we’re doing it anyway.” My hand moves toward her panties, but she grips my wrist.
“Wait. If we do this, I want you to promise that it won’t be used against me later. No jokes about my O face, got it?”
I hadn’t even thought about the chance to stock ammo for later. This is what I mean when I say she’s smarter than we give her credit for. She’s often thinking two steps ahead.
“I promise if you promise,” I say.
She closes her eyes, bites her lip, and nods. “Okay, we promise that no one will ever know about this, and we won’t use anything that happens as torture tools. Deal?”
Sober Bennett would never agree to this, but Buzzed-and-Horny Bennett can’t make the promise fast enough. “Deal.”
She releases my hand, but instead of letting me take off her remaining clothes, she scrambles onto her knees and does it herself, lying back to kick off the panties once the bra is off. Not wanting her to be the only naked participant, I stand and kick off my boots, then lower my boxers. Cat has taken great pains to avoid looking at my dick in the past, but now she gazes at it like it owes her something.
“I forgot how big it is,” she says with a gulp.
“Don’t worry. I’ll work you up to it.” I get down to her level and cover her body with mine. “I’m not the type of guy who just sticks it in. You have to beg me for it first.”
I lower my mouth to her neck, and her full breasts press against my chest as her back arches. Her hands move to my shoulders, and her fingers map every muscle they find. This featherlight touch sends a shiver up my spine.
“I’ve never been with a man who’s pierced,” she whispers in my ear. “Go easy on me.”
“Never.” I nip her skin and move lower. “A soft, gentle lover won’t get you where you need to go. But I can.”
My lips move over her breast. As I whisper each word, goosebumps rise. Another moan eases out of her as I take turns caressing and sucking her sensitive skin. Now that I’ve had her tits in my hands—and mouth—I’ll have to stop calling them fake. She’s just genetically blessed.
“I want your mouth on me,” she whispers. “Please...”
I kiss a little lower, moving down to her stomach.
“Don’t tease me,” she says as her hands try to push my head closer to her pussy.
“You want me down here?” I smirk against her left thigh and give it a nip. “Or maybe over here?” I take the meat of her right thigh into my mouth and suck.
“Less talk, more pussy eating,” she groans.
I grip her thighs and pull her against my mouth. She sucks in a breath and reaches for her tits.
“Yes, right there,” she whispers. Then she freezes. “Shit. I forgot that I didn’t shave this morning. Maybe you shouldn’t?—”
“Exfoliate my face.” I bat her hands away as she tries to move my head. “Let me taste you. Come on, kitten.”
The pushes become weaker, and she lets out another whimper when my tongue dips into her warmth. “Not gonna lie. That nickname is doing something to me now.”
I smirk against her pussy, then tease her clit with my tongue. The nickname has always done something to her. That’s why she hated it.
My full focus returns to devouring her. I don’t just want to get her off. I want to give her an out-of-body experience like she’s never known. As wet as she is, that won’t be too hard to do.
With two fingers, I tease and stroke the sensitive skin just outside her opening as I swirl her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her hips rise, begging for more of my mouth. As I slide my fingers inside her, I take her clit into my mouth and suck.
“I’m so close,” she whispers. “I want you inside me when I come.”
I shake my head, moving my lips over her sensitive areas. “You’ll come in my mouth, then on my cock. You’re going to come in whatever position I command.”
Her head pops up. “Bennett, I can’t! I can only come once, and then I’m spent.”
“You’ve been with the wrong men.”
I lower my face to her pussy again. I always get what I want, and she won’t be the first to defy me.
Within seconds, she grips my hair as her thighs slam against the sides of my head. I want to look up and witness this O face she’s so scared for me to see, but if I break the rhythm now, I’ll fuck up everything. Instead, I keep my nose to the stubbled grindstone and don’t stop for air until she’s relaxed again.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” she breathes. “I can’t remember the last time I got off without my toys.”
I kiss my way up to her chest. “Better catch your breath. We aren’t done yet.”
“I think I’m ready for you now.”
“Not yet.”
Her eyebrows rush together as I lean to the side and pull the jar of honey from the hearth. “What are you doing with that?”
I unscrew the lid and dip my finger inside to ensure the temp is just right. The texture certainly is. The golden liquid moves like viscous water.
Then I sit on the couch, lower the jar, and push my dick inside.
Cat’s eyebrows abandon pulling together and instead shoot toward her hairline. “I figured you would want to fuck me, but I forgot about your food fetish. I can’t compete with honey.”
“It’s a very sexual food, I agree, but you have it wrong. Honey can’t compete with you .” I pull my dick from the honey and place the jar on the coffee table. “Now get over here and clean me off.”
Cat scrambles to her knees and rushes over. Her eager attitude toward oral is a major turn on, not gonna lie. She grips the base of my cock and tries to avoid touching the sticky substance with her fingers as she runs her tongue up the shaft.
The warm honey transfers to her tongue, and she moans as she swallows it. Her courage grows, and she dares to get a little dirty as she fists my cock and strokes over the sweet, sticky, golden lube.
Then she does something I don’t expect. She cups my balls with her hand and, while continuing to stroke my cock, she begins sucking and licking the skin of my inner thighs. I see why chicks like this shit. It’s sending zaps and tingles all the way down to my fucking toes.
Especially when her fingertips graze my two hafada piercings. If she keeps this up, I’m going to embarrass myself and nut before I can fuck her.
“Clean it off,” I say as I sit forward. “I need to be inside you now.”
She looks up at me with a bite of her lip. “You aren’t the one in charge right now, so I suggest you shut up and appreciate what I’m doing for you.”
Her fingertips press against my chest, and I allow her to push me back until I’m resting against the couch again. I’m not the type to let a woman boss me around, but for her, I’ll be an obedient boy.
For now.
She renews her grip on my junk, then lowers her tongue to the silver ball just through the ridge on the upper side of my dick. White heat swirls in my mind to the tempo of her mouth flicking over the piercing. Just when it starts to feel uncomfortably sensitive, she takes me fully, pushing me into her throat.
Her very open, very welcoming, very warm throat.
I can’t tear my eyes from the perfect curve of her back as she kneels in front of me, and I need to if I want to last. But there’s nowhere else to look. Everything about her seems perfect right now.
So I tip back my head and let it happen.
With a groan, I fill her throat, and she takes every drop. Not only does she catch all of it and keep sucking, but she manages to swallow without gagging. When she stops, she sits back and looks at me.
I’m pretty sure we have the same look on our faces. It’s probably the same look anyone has when they try something forbidden and realize they like it too much to stop.
“Fuck, what have we done?” Cat whispers.
“Made a mess, for starters,” I say as I drop my hand into a sticky spot on the couch.
“No, I mean...this. What we just did. If Kindra finds out?—”
“She won’t find out. Neither will Ezra. We aren’t telling anyone about this, remember?”
She takes a deep breath and climbs onto the couch. “Right, but things will be different. You don’t think they’ll notice?”
“So I wasn’t the only one who wants to do this again?”
When she doesn’t answer, I look at her. I don’t know how I’ll recover my bruised ego if she doesn’t feel the same.
Cat groans and buries her face in her hands. “I don’t know how I feel. I thought it was just the alcohol, but now I’m not sure.”
“We could always try it again when we’re more sober,” I suggest. “You know, for science.”
She thinks this over, then nods. “I guess as long as no one knows. Not because I’m embarrassed, of course. I’ve always thought you were attractive.”
“Right, same.”
Wow, this is really fucking awkward. We need to get back to fucking around. That seems to be the sort of communication we can come together on...no pun intended.
But then she snuggles into me, and the awkward feelings intensify. Am I supposed to put my arm around her? Pull her closer? This romantic shit is new territory. In the heat of a sexual moment, it comes easily enough. It’s the price men must pay to offload into warm waters. But outside of sex? I don’t cuddle.
“You can hold me,” Cat says. “I won’t bite. This time.”
It’s not like my arm will rot off if I placate her a little, so I do it. I put my arm around her and pull her closer, and as she rests her head against my chest and sighs, I remind myself that she’s probably right. This won’t be our new normal. It was all the alcohol, and when we sober up in a few hours, we’ll be right back to clawing each other’s throats out.
There’s only one way to find out, so I close my eyes and let sleep take me.