Chapter 10
I lean up on my elbows as I come down, blinking away the haze from my vision as I watch him stand back up. I don’t miss the grimace on his face as he straightens out from kneeling for so long. But he recovers quickly, shoving his pants and boxers down his hips and kicking out of them along with his slippers.
He’s so fucking attractive it physically pains me.
My cunt clenches when he fists a hand around his cock, thick and hard and leaking precum at the tip.
When Ben speaks, it’s so low, grating on every raw and exposed nerve causing them to light up. “I want you to ride my cock so I can see your pretty little tits bounce.”
He leans over me to slap the side of my breast roughly, sending me arching upward.
“I’m not going to complain about that,” I say airily as I sit to pull my knees up to the side onto the bed. He swats at my hand when I reach for the clasp on my heels.
“Leave them on.” He gives me a stern look as he walks toward the head of the bed, settling onto it and reclining his back against the headboard. He pats his thigh.
My eyes drop to his lap, his cock standing proudly against his belly, and I shimmy forward to crawl up the bed and swing my leg over his, settling myself atop his thighs.
I place my hands on Ben’s shoulders, scooting forward until I’m settled fully in his lap. His cock presses between our bellies, and I watch his pupils dilate further, eyes growing so dark I can barely see the brown in them. My hips tip forward in a gentle roll as he places his hands on them, guiding my movements with a quiet groan.
“Condom?” he asks, his voice sliding down my spine in a way that makes my toes curl.
“No, I want you raw. Nothing between us.” I breathe through the tight corset of my ribs as pleasure swirls in my veins and I feel dizzy with it. “I want to feel every last inch of your cock as my pussy chokes you.”
“Dirty fucking girl.” Ben’s fingers grip at my hips, and he tugs me forward as he grinds up. The friction between us has us both drawing in a ragged breath. His hand leaves my hip to wrap around his cock, pumping up and down a few times.
Leaning in, I grip his face in my hand, tilting his head back. My tongue swishes the piece of gum from between my cheek and teeth, and I crack it between my molars.
“Open up,” I demand, hoping it sounds as sexy as I feel sitting astride his lap like this with my nails digging into his jaw.
He does, lips parting for me without any back and forth.
“What a good fucking boy,” I croon, a smirk stretching across my mouth at the way his eyes narrow on me. I dig my nails in harder before he can move and spit the gum from between my teeth into his mouth. I lean in to lick over his lips as he catches it with a growl. His cock pulses against my belly as I roll my hips before sitting back and running my knuckles across the scruff of his beard.
“I’d really like to sit on your face.” I toss out, focused on the way his jaw has fallen a little slack, tongue wetting his lips. Lifting back onto my knees, I place my hands on his shoulders for balance as he nudges the head of his cock against my entrance.
“I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want,” he drawls, “but first I’d like to fill this pussy till it’s sloppy with my cum.”
My head tilts to the side, eyes fluttering as he rubs up against my clit and back down, gathering wetness along the length of his shaft.
“Right—we’ll revisit it. I want you inside me, too.” I’m thoroughly distracted by the gentle pressure on my clit, the slickness against me, and the heavy feeling that begins to wind in my core.
I’m not quite sure what we’re talking about anymore.
He takes mercy on me, and I have to applaud his self-control as he guides his cock into my pussy, slipping past my swollen folds.
It’s an easy slide home as I drop down into his lap, desperate to feel him inside of me.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp, back arching and knees squeezing at his hips as I grind down until my clit is flush to his pelvis. It feels so good—so, so good that I might be drooling a little.
Ben seems to agree as his head props forward, hiding in my neck to quietly pant against the sensitive skin. His hands hold me steady at the hips, gripping so tightly he’s likely painting me in bruises.
“You feel so fucking good, Emmeline,” he groans into my skin, lips and tongue laving at my throat, and I nod lamely.
We stay like that for a moment more, adjusting to each other, before I roll my hips against him, relishing the shift inside of me. It’s both heaven and hell as the heat and pressure has a stream of moans flowing from my lips.
He rocks with me, lazily thrusting as I lift myself from his lap and do a majority of the work. My thighs start to burn all too soon, but it doesn’t stop me from descending into a hazy, lust-fueled fog that clouds my brighter senses.
My movements hurry under the guidance of his hands, slamming down onto his cock over and over as our hips meet in rough thrusts. The slickness of my arousal has our motions sloppy and noisy, the sounds only fueling the tightness in my core that’s steadily building back up.
Ben kisses down my neck to my chest, lips and tongue affixing to my breast.
I bite down on my lip, breathy moans escaping as my hips stutter against his and I chase my pleasure. My fingernails rake down his shoulders, leaving neat, red lines in their wake. He switches to my other breast, taking my nipple between his teeth to tug at it and flick the silver jewelry. The sensation is enough to make me a writhing mess in his lap.
Ben leans back, one arm curling around my waist, forcing me to bounce up and down on his cock harder, deeper as he twitches his hips upward on each downstroke of mine.
“Emmeline, I want to put my hand around your neck again.”
He sounds pained; I don’t know whether it’s from the exertion and overwhelming slow build of his release or something else.
“Yes, do it,” I choke out, eyes fluttering down to him as our lips briefly touch. It sends a shock down my spine, and I arch upwards right into his hand at my throat.
“If you need to—use your words. Remember your colors, I mean it. If you can’t, slap my leg.”
With a quick nod, I take a steadying breath before he wraps his hand tighter around my throat. His thumb presses in just under my ear and tilts my head back. For a moment, the pressure makes my breath quicken before I relax. I tense all over, pussy clamping down on Ben’s cock, causing his grip to falter for a moment.
“I’m good, green across the board,” I croak, hands slithering up to his hair and scraping against his scalp. I grip the thick locks, lifting myself up and then dropping back down in his lap as I fall back into the rhythm we set before.
His hand on my throat tightens the tiniest bit, just enough to feel pressure on the sides. My chest feels like it’s buzzing as I let out a broken hum of appreciation. My core clenches as my body begins to burn from need and want.
I’m sweating behind my knees as I lift myself up and down. The narrowed focus that his hand has granted has me acutely feeling every twitch and throb of his cock as he fills me with each thrust. In no time, tears are pricking the corners of my eyes as I climb to a high that I’ve never felt before.
The look in his eye makes my lips part with a gasp. Raw and unbridled lust simmering beneath the fire of his gaze he focuses on me. I realize his lips are moving—speaking.
“—taking my cock so well. It’s taking all that I have not to hold you down by your pretty throat and fuck you like you’re my little fuck toy. Fill this pussy, ass, and mouth with my cum till you’re so fucking full of me you’ll beg me to stop,” he groans, his cheeks and chest flushed with a heat that matches my own.
“Next time,” I offer in consolation, the suggestion not as unappealing to me as he probably thinks.
Ben tugs me forward, hand manipulating my head to bring me in for a kiss filled with more longing than any I’ve ever had before. Our lips move with a slowness that our hips begin to mirror. It’s more intimate than anything I’d ever experienced—the push of his chest against mine as our bodies press flush together, the beating of his heart echoing the same rushed cadence of my own, the sound of our skin sliding together both rough to my ear and so very appealing all at the same time.
He licks at the seam of my mouth, nibbling my swollen lower lip before tugging on it in earnest. His fingers flutter against my neck, squeezing as he curves the palm of his hand over the front of my throat in a cushion and pushing to bow my back into an arch.
It feels like I’m floating, rising above myself with each careful breath as his thumb presses in against the pulse in my neck. The effect is dizzying, the burn in my lungs only increasing the tightness in my groin. My hips jerk erratically, pressure coiling tightly as desire floods my veins like a gate flung wide open.
The arm he has curved around me helps me work up and down his cock, over and over, our hips slotting together as he hits the spot inside me that he grazed with his fingers earlier. I toss my head back, an unintelligible babble falling from my lips as I struggle for his name, or even my own.
“That’s it. Come for me. Soak my fucking cock.”
His voice hits at just the right moment, when a particularly hard grind suddenly sends me free falling into bliss. A squeak leaves my throat as I freeze in his lap, hands tangling in his hair and yanking as my release overwhelms me.
My eyelids droop, mind blanking, so overcome that I barely hear his quiet hiss in my ear. My arms and legs quivering from the intensity that pulses from my center, my toes curling in these tight as fuck shoes as I pant for the breath I’m already short on.
Working me through it with each pump of his hips, Ben loosens the hand at my throat to slide up into my hair and curl at the root as our movements begin to halt. His own breath is labored, shoulders tense as I drop my hands to them.
“Holy shit,” I pant, at a loss for more articulate thoughts.
“So perfe—”
My hand flies to cover his mouth.
“I might have forgotten to mention that’s a red word for me,” I say quietly, palm sliding away over his cheek and rubbing over the scruff.
Ben’s eyes flare, curiosity bright and bold, but his cock twitches inside my pussy and I clench around him. I grind in his lap, a hiss leaving my lips as I drag my sensitive clit over his pubic bone.
“Noted,” he says, but I know it won’t be the end of it by his clipped tone.
“Now fuck me how you want, Ben,” I breathe against his lips.
Without needing to be told twice, he scoops under the backs of my thighs, lifting and gliding my legs to lock behind his waist as my arms wind around his neck. He flips us over until he’s above me, settling his weight between my thighs. His cock twitches inside me again as he stares down, eyes fixated on my face.
My cheeks burn at the attention, hands sliding from his neck to curl around his arms. “What?”
Ben shakes his head a little, his smile making my heart flutter. “You look really beautiful right now. Freshly fucked is a good look on you.”
He brushes some hair from my shoulders before his hand lands on my thigh and hoists my leg up a little higher. I dig the sharp point of my heel into his low back.
I can’t help but laugh. “Thank you?”
“My pleasure.” His tone is all cheek. “And now, I’m going to take mine. So lay back and fucking take my cock like a good girl.”
The shift is palpable, the gleam in his eye returning to a dark, heady brown, like a violent storm ready to sweep me away.
“Please,” I breathe, my pussy clenching around him before he even begins to move. His soft groan rumbles through my chest as he presses down against me. Suddenly, his hips snap forward and my head rocks back, jaw falling slack. I’m still sensitive, gasping quiet breaths as he picks up the pace.
Moving over me, his voice gravelly and low, he murmurs words of praise in my ear. It has me clinging to him, desperate for his words as I jerk my hips up to meet his thrusts. Though I’m spent and exhausted, my core still burns with heat at each thrust of his cock.
“This tight little pussy feels so good, gonna fucking ruin you for anyone else.” Ben’s lips find my ear, hand at my shoulder pulling me down as he ruts against me, every jolt threatening to scoot me backward with the force of his hips. He growls in my ear as I slip my hands around to his back, fingernails raining more red lines along the space between his shoulders.
I bit my lip, wondering if I can come again as I start to reach toward the ledge, ready to tumble after him. I’ve never been able to come more than twice in a row before today, but Ben has me questioning everything I thought I knew.
The tingling at the base of my spine has me humming, “S’good. Feels so good, Ben. So good. I think I’m gonna come again.”
It’s a little like being drunk, the world so loud and quiet all at the same time.
“You think? I know you will.” His breath huffs across my collarbone in quick pants, the hair at the back of his neck turning damp under my fingertips as I grip the strands. The muscles in his back quiver, his thrusts becoming erratic as he tilts my hips further, slamming into my cunt over and over.
Tightening my legs around Ben’s waist, I arch my back upward and push our chests together as the heat builds and builds and builds. It feels like a fire growing brighter and wilder with every step toward it I make, unable to turn away. His cock hits just right inside me, and I about lose my mind as my breath leaves my lungs and I claw at his back.
“You look so good stretched around my cock, baby girl. Pink pussy, red ass. And I love these fucking nipple piercings.” He leans back to bring a hand down over my breast, slapping the side of it again. I arch up right as he leans down, teeth and tongue latching onto the bar through my right nipple and gently tugging. “I’m gonna buy you all the jewelry just so I can decorate these pretty tits the way I want.”
“Yes, yes, yes, do it. Fucking do it.” I arch up into his mouth as he sucks at my breast, his hot tongue rolling over my nipple, flicking the jewelry.
Then he grabs at my knees, pushing them off his hips and back to snap them together. He bends my legs back toward my chest until they’re tucked up nearly under my chin. I point my toes and press the tip of my heels into his chest as he leans over me. His eyes flash, lips curling in a smirk as he wraps a hand around my ankle and yanks my foot to press further into his chest.
Ben pulls his hips back, cock sliding out of my cunt nearly all the way before slamming in again. He repeats the action over and over and over until I stab my heel into his chest.
“Paint my insides, Ben. I want that cum so far inside me I can taste it.”
He moans. “Goddamn, baby, I love that filthy fucking mouth. Can’t wait to watch you choke on those words when you’re gagging with my cock down your throat.”
A curse falls from his lips as he yanks his cock out and grips himself at the base before slapping the head over my clit, sending shockwaves up my spine.
I’m climbing higher and higher as I suck in a breath and hold it as he fucks up between the lips of my pussy, sliding over my clit with each pass. Pleasure washes over me in waves until I’m fucking shaking and my head knocks back into the bed.
“Fu—ck, Emmeline,” he grunts before sliding back into my pussy.
I clench around him like I never want him to pull out again. He thrusts into me and I press my heels into his chest as he leans in. His hiss and my moan of his name sound so good mixing together. He yanks on my ankle, his other hand digging into my hip and pulling me onto his cock as he slams into me. His hips stutter, making several deep thrusts that slow until he stops moving all together. His cock pulses inside me, his hot cum filling me up just like he promised.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s sliding a hand between us, finding the slickness between where we’re joined and gathering it to circle and pinch my clit with two fingers. It doesn’t take much with his hips still gently rocking into me and his fingers applying a pressure that has me gasping and throwing my head back again.
“That’s it, come for me.”
I whimper, clinging to him as I hold my breath, and just as I begin to grow dizzy, I tip over the edge into a coolness that soothes the burn that’s spread over my whole body. It spirals like a hurricane, quenching my thirst. He spreads my legs wide, and my knees drop to the bed as he brackets my head with his forearms and leans into me. His lips press kisses all over my neck and chest, his beard scratching my skin as he rests his weight over me, pressing us flush together. A sense of calm, like the moments after a summer storm, settles over me, a serene quietness that only encompasses the sound of us catching our breaths.
Ben’s shoulders finally relax as I walk my fingers up and down his arms and back, tilting my chin up as his fingers curl around my jaw to bring our lips together one more time.
He leans back to unlatch the delicate straps around my ankles as he slips the heels off my feet and drops them to the floor. I almost wince because those are more expensive than anything else I’ve ever owned. Then he rolls onto his side next to me, pulling me into his chest and rubs his hand up and down my spine, fingers caressing with a whisper-soft touch, and I melt into him like ice cream on a hot summer day.
If every time is like this, I’m in trouble.