BENNETT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
My brain is still trying to catch up with what she says.
It takes me a full three seconds to realize that her lips are on mine and her hands are fisting into the fabric of my sweater.
That she’s agreeing to be mine and that we are finally, fucking finally, stepping past this line that I’ve thought about crossing a thousand times in the last few weeks.
When I feel her tongue tracing across my bottom lip, begging for access, I snap out of my haze, the realization rushing through me.
Merritt is mine.
She’s my girl, and the thought alone has my dick hardening and a sense of unhinged pleasure tugging in my spine.
It makes me fucking feral to think about the fact that I’m the only man who’s going to touch her, taste her, make her come.
That’s my privilege, and fuck, I’m not going to stop until she’s given me every ounce of pleasure from her body.
Her fingers glide down my stomach and slip beneath my sweater, tugging it up and trying to yank it off me.
We’re a frantic tangle of hands, lips, and teeth, and clothes that we just can’t seem to get off fast enough. I tear my lips from hers long enough to pull the sweater off and throw it aside, then slam my mouth back to hers, swallowing down the needy whimper that slips past her lips.
Jesus, I fucking love that sound. I need to hear it in my ear when I’m fucking her into the mattress.
I curve my hands along her jaw, angling her mouth to delve deeper, to stroke her tongue with mine, and she whines. Her fingers flick at my jeans to unbutton them, but they’re shaking.
I wrench my lips away and step back, sucking in a breath when my head feels dizzy.
“I’m done waiting. I’m fucking done.” I swallow hard as I twist my fingers into the sides of her sweater and pull it over her head and drop it to the floor. I deftly unhook her bra and let it slide down her arms until it falls free. “Let me make you mine, Merritt.”
I don’t know where to look, torn between her face and the heavy-lidded gaze she’s giving me.
To where she licks her lips and rakes her teeth over that plump bottom lip, staring at me like all she wants is to get fucked.
Down to her chest, which is heaving with short, shuddering breaths, causing those perfect tits to sway.
To those pale pink nipples, which are tightening into buds beneath my gaze.
“Just put me out of my misery, baby, please.”
I don’t give a single fuck that my words are a rough, strangled plea.
Her bottomless eyes flare, and she stares up at me through her thick, dark lashes, clearly enjoying this, maybe even more than I am.
I slowly sink to my knees in front of her, peering up the length of her soft, plush body. My palms curve around her hips, and I drag her to me, never taking my eyes off hers. “I know how much it turns you on when I’m on my knees for you, doesn’t it?”
Merritt bites her lip, and her mouth twitches as she nods.
My fingers make quick work of her pants and panties, dragging them down her hips to pool at her feet.
Leaving her blissfully naked with that pretty pink, glistening cunt directly in front of me.
So wet that I can smell her.
Motherfucker.
Unable to stop myself, I lean forward and take a long, slow lick of her pussy, groaning when the taste of her explodes on my tongue, making my head swim.
She’s delicious, and I can’t get enough. I use my fingers to spread her open and flick the tip of my tongue on her clit, then pull it into my mouth and suck.
Her fingers fly to my hair, gripping the strands roughly to hold on to when her legs tremble and threaten to buckle. “Oh God,” she moans.
I want to eat her pussy all night long, but I’m slightly worried with how hard she’s shaking that she might actually fall.
When I abruptly pull my mouth away from her and rise to my feet, her lip pokes out in a pout. “Safety first, baby.” I pick her up and walk to my bed, tossing her onto the top. But I don’t hurry back to my spot between her thighs.
I’ve waited so fucking long for this moment that I refuse to rush, to let it slip by too quickly.
“Spread your legs for me,” I rasp, watching her eyes darken from the command. “Show me what’s mine, Merritt.”
There’s a caveman currently possessing me, but I’m far too fucking gone to care.
With those brown eyes holding me hostage, she spreads her legs torturously slowly, letting them fall open wide. Her pussy is already pink and swollen from my mouth, her inner thighs burned a crimson shade from the shadow on my face. I nearly come from the sight alone.
She brings her fingers to her pussy and drags them through her lips, using the middle to thrum her clit once, then again, before trailing lower and unhurriedly circling her entrance.
All while holding my gaze in the sexiest, most intense eye contact of my fucking life.
I flick open my jeans and slip my hand inside my briefs, palming my aching erection. My thumb sweeps along the precum leaking from the slit, spreading it around the head. I squeeze my cock roughly in my fist, trying not to blow before I’ve ever fucking really touched her.
She knows exactly the power she holds over me and uses it to her advantage.
A knowing smirk glints in her eyes as she lifts her fingers to her mouth and wraps her lips around two, sucking them with a dirty, exaggerated moan.
All I can imagine is my cock replacing them, her taking me all the way to the back of her throat until she’s choking on me.
Motherfucker. I don’t even have my goddamn pants all the way off, and my balls are already tightening, my spine tingling with need.
“Slide them in your pussy,” I grunt, stroking my cock lazily. “Make it messy for me, baby.”
She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth and brings her slick fingers to her pussy and pushes them inside. Her head falls back on her shoulders, and she cries out, going deep, plunging her fingers in and out of her wet cunt.
I’ve never seen anything more perfect, anything sexier in my life.
The needy moan that escapes her parted lips has my dick twitching. Her hips roll to meet the pace of her fingers, her skin flushing with exertion, and I can tell she’s already close.
Her muscles are coiling tight, her movements turning choppy, and that’s when I push my jeans and briefs down my legs and step out of them. Then I crawl onto the bed and yank her fingers away before she can come.
Those dark lashes flutter as her eyes snap open, catching mine.
“Bennett! W-What… Why?”
I don’t answer. She loves when I edge her just as much as I do, so I sink to my stomach between her parted thighs and close my lips around her clit, sucking hard.
Her hips lift from the bed, bucking against my mouth.
I roll her clit between my lips, massaging it with my tongue, alternating pressure until she’s writhing.
“Please, please,” she begs breathlessly. “Make me come.”
My teeth lightly graze against her clit, and her thighs snap shut around my ears, locking me in.
And then I stop.
Tearing my lips from her clit, I stare down at her pussy, watching as her tight little hole pulses, desperate to be filled.
A frustrated cry sounds around us, and I trail my gaze up the length of her to where she’s glaring at me, nostrils flaring.
She’s pouting now, but when she comes so hard she nearly blacks out, she’ll be thanking me later, and we both know it.
“Patience is a virtue, baby,” I say as I flop down onto the mattress beside her, ignoring her indignant little huffs and reaching for her, dragging her on top of me. “Get your sweet little ass up here and ride my face.”
For a second, she sputters, clearly not expecting to end up sitting on my face, but little does she know, I have big plans, and I want to feel her grinding that tight, perfect pussy all over me.
But her hesitation is for only a split second because at the core…
What’s that saying?
… Merritt matches my freak.
She’s fucking dirty and as shameless as I am about things that make her feel good. Hence the shit we’ve done before even making it to this point.
I think we’re both in the same mindset of let’s try anything once just to see if we like it.
I feel her thighs bracket my ears, and I reach for her ass, gripping a handful before slapping it.
Jesus, I love her ass. I want to bite it. I want to fuck it.
There are so many things bouncing around in my head right now, so many things I want to do to her that I can’t settle on a singular one until she lowers her pussy onto my face and rocks her hips.
Oh fuck, yeah.
I flatten my tongue along her clit, and she grinds her hips, bearing her weight down, and my God, it’s so hot.
She’s not holding back. She’s doing exactly what the fuck I told her to and riding my face.
Her fingers are tangled tightly in my hair, and she rocks back and forth, back and forth.
I’m going to be honest, I can barely breathe as she drags her clit over my mouth, but I’m a man who knows the sacrifices are worth having your woman fuck your face.
The last breath you took might just be the last you ever take, but I’m not stopping until she comes. I’ll die in the most glorious way a man could ever leave this Earth.
“Fuck, Bennett.” I hear her moan from outside of my new favorite earmuffs. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
I reach up and trail my hand down her ass, my finger sliding between her cheeks straight to the tight ring of muscles. She’s so fucking wet from both my mouth and her arousal that I gather it on the tip of my finger and push against her asshole, slipping the tip of my finger inside.
“Oh God,” she cries loudly, and it dawns on me only in this very moment that there’s a whole-ass fucking party going on downstairs and that the bathrooms are frequently used up here.
Damn.
That’s kinda hot to think about.
I slowly slide my finger deeper in her ass, giving her body time to stretch and acclimate before pulling out and thrusting again. I pick up the pace, fucking her ass while she rides my face, broken syllables falling from her lips in between those sexy fucking moans.
I’m hanging by a goddamn thread here. A single fiber remains.