Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
Bennett
Lucky for me, I have friends like Worth, who I trust with my life. And even luckier for me, Worth has a taste for luxury, peace, and quiet. A perfect combination in my circumstances.
“This is some kind of log cabin,” Efa says as we pull up to Worth’s place. I’ve never been here before, but I knew it wasn’t going to be a dump. “It’s huge.”
We get out of the car and take in our surroundings.
She turns around a full three hundred and sixty degrees, gazing up at the towering oaks and pretty maples that surround us. “And the perfect place to murder me.” Her gaze catches on mine and she tilts her head, a softness in her eyes. “I love this kind of surprise.”
I hold out my hand and she darts over to me, taking both my hands in both of hers.
We take the couple of steps up to the wraparound porch, which is smattered with Adirondacks, upended logs used as side tables, and a hammock. It’s simple and looks rustic, but it’s beautiful.
“Have you ever been here before?” she asks.
“Never,” I say. I’ve never taken a woman away before. Before Efa, I would never have considered it. The thought of being with a woman in an isolated place wouldn’t have sounded fun to me before.
I stand aside and let Efa go in before me.
“Wow,” she says.
The inside of the structure is all wood and logs, but there’s a modern kitchen, statement light fixtures, and loads and loads of space.
“This is gorgeous.”
I knew it would be. It’s Worth’s place, after all. He’s all about understated luxury. But I’m pleased Efa is so obviously thrilled.
“Let me check about the loo,” she says, dashing off.
I grab the bags from the car and bring them inside. As I set them down, Efa comes running at me and jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around me.
“Flushing toilets. You know how to spoil a girl.”
I squeeze her ass, enjoying the feeling of contentment I get more and more when she’s with me. “Worth also said there’s a hot tub, a sauna, and an ice barrel.”
She unlocks her legs from me and slides down to the ground. “You had me until ice barrel. You’re on your own there. But happy to test out the hot tub and sauna with you. Sounds like there are plenty of places to get naked.”
I growl at her words. “There won’t be enough nakedness for me on this trip.”
She lifts up on her toes and gives a quick press of her lips against mine. It’s not enough. It’s never enough from her.
Like she knows what I’m thinking, she laughs and picks up her bag. “I need to freshen up a little.”
I take her bag from her and we go and check out the bedrooms, settling on a room that’s large with a four-poster bed made out of logs, but is clearly not the master.
“Give me a minute, will you?” she asks.
I turn and go back to the kitchen. Worth has a housekeeping service, and I’ve arranged for a fully stocked refrigerator. We don’t have to leave this place while we’re here.
I open the fridge and try to figure out what we can have for lunch.
“This naked enough for you?” Efa says.
I turn to find her entirely nude, her hand on her hip, standing in the middle of the living room, her golden hair tumbling over her shoulders.
My breathing falters, and all I can see is her.
She beckons me forward with a curl of her finger. Like I’m in a trance, I step toward her.
“Looks like you’ve got far too many clothes on,” she says. “Let me help you with that.”
I tip my head back as she slips her fingers beneath my waistband and undoes the button on my jeans. She slides the denim over my hips, pulling my briefs down with them. She kneels before me, taking off my shoes, socks, and then my pants, so I’m naked from the waist down.
My cock rears in front of her, and I pull off my t-shirt in one swift movement. She remains kneeling in front of me, and I cup her head with my hand.
I gaze at her, wondering if a moment could be more perfect—that is, until she opens her mouth slightly and licks her lips.
I groan. That tongue. As soon as I saw it, I imagined how it would feel on me. She sits on her knees, tips back her head and opens her mouth. It’s like she’s begging me to fuck her mouth and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.
I take a half step closer, grip her hair in my hand, and paint her lips with the head of my dick.
She makes a humming noise, the vibrations making me want to shout out loud. She’s so fucking perfect and knows exactly how to get to the core of me. I take hold of the root of my dick and push into her mouth. Her eyes go wide and she slides her hands up the back of my thighs. Her lips close around my length, but she doesn’t move. Our eyes lock, and I know what she’s asking me. What she wants.
Fuck.
I slide in deeper. Her eyes are on me, watering slightly as I get to the back of her throat. She swallows and I groan at the sensation, pulling back slightly.
She moves, taking me in deeper still, then reaches for my hand in her hair, asking for more.
This woman.
My eyes close for a long beat as I try to compose myself, but there’s something in me that can’t hold back with her. I grip her hair tighter and pull back.
“You want me to fuck your mouth?” I ask. “That’s what you want?”
She nods, her eyes soft. Submissive. When I know she’s anything but.
I clench my jaw and push back into her, a little rougher. Not just because she’s asked for it, but because I can’t hold back anymore.
Her gagging noises run into moans of pleasure. My entire body tightens.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I want to stretch out this moment and make it last for days. I want her on her knees in front of me, her mouth around my cock, for the rest of time. I want to be seventy and replay this scene in my head over and over again.
She makes a low humming sound that vibrates at the back of her mouth, and I push deeper, chasing each second of sensation.
My orgasm grumbles in the distance. It’s gaining ground and I pull out with a grunt. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she sticks out her tongue. She knows what’s next.
Her fingernails dig into my ass, and I grip the base of my cock and erupt over her wet, warm tongue, pulsing thick white ropes of come all over her.
I think I may have met my match.