Chapter 26 #2
“Still with me, baby?”
“Yes.” I shuddered as his fingers trailed along the lacy waistband. “I’m all the way with you.”
“Good.” He dipped, pressing his nose against my cleft, and inhaled audibly. “Oh, baby, that’s some delicious pussy. I’m gonna eat my fill and go back for seconds.”
I gasped at his dirty mouth, and my legs shuffled restlessly on either side of his shoulders.
Ben grabbed them, sliding his wide palms up the backs to my ass, squeezing me roughly.
He groaned as he kneaded my soft flesh, slipping beneath the lace to get to more of me.
His lips parted on my mound, mouthing me through the fabric.
Rocking his head from side to side, his chin, nose, and mouth all rubbed against me.
He was messy, nearly chewing a hole in my panties.
“Ben,” I cried, out of patience. “Stop teasing me and take them off. You’re going to destroy them if you don’t stop, and I refuse to go back to work without underwear.”
He leaned back, but only to tear my panties down my legs and toss them somewhere across the room. Then he propped my legs on his wide shoulders, took my ass in his hands, and buried his face between my thighs.
He spread my ass cheeks wide to get to all of me and wasn’t shy about where he licked. When he’d said he wanted to eat me, he’d meant devour. There was no part his tongue didn’t touch. His brow was crinkled with concentration, and the sounds he made…ohhh, the sounds.
Wet licks and deep inhales. Grunts of pleasure as he lapped through the slickness he’d created. His tongue delved into spaces no one ever had, and his nose followed. I tried to close my legs, tried to ward him off, but he wouldn’t be deterred.
And it felt good. Strange and new, but I liked it. When he slid a finger up my center to play with my clit, I nearly launched myself out of the chair.
“What are you doing to me?” I panted.
He hummed and kept working me. Licking, touching, rubbing.
Relentless and still so hungry. He was moaning even more than I was, getting pleasure from making me feel good, and it turned me on more.
We were a snake eating its own tail—in a sexy way.
Round and round we went, our moans echoing, mounting higher and higher with each cry.
I tried to keep watching him, but could barely keep my eyes open, let alone hold my head up for another second. My muscles were liquid, and my bones were being melted by the heat of his desire.
Collapsing backward, my head hit the cushion, and Ben’s fingers dug into my thighs. His mouth finally moved up, replacing his finger on my clit with his tongue then lips. I was so wet, so very soaked, his mouth made obscene squelching sounds on my flesh, spurring me on.
My belly coiled and tightened, and my fingers dug into his hair.
My thighs trembled on his shoulders, and he shook beneath me.
His grunts vibrated through my clit, sending me into orbit—flying, breathless and blind, no idea where I was going or how I would get back.
Out of control, spinning, spinning, uncoiling so fast, lights danced behind my eyelids in electric flashes.
I whimpered as every part of me became overly sensitive and Ben’s tongue slowed. He pet my swollen lips with his fingers then slipped one inside me. He didn’t twist or move, just slid it as deep as it would go and stayed there as my inner walls fluttered around him.
“Damnit, Mazzy,” he mumbled against me. “You’re killing me.”
I smiled at the ceiling. “We’ll be ghosts together then, because I’m dead.”
He moved, letting my legs fall off his shoulders, and grabbed my hips with both hands, pressing the ridge of his erection against my core. His athletic shorts were so thin I could feel every inch of him.
“I’m so close,” he said. “I’m not going to fuck you here, but I need you.”
My eyes opened, finding his. “I’m here.” I reached for him, pulling him onto me. “Let me feel you.”
He released one hip to tear down his shorts then pressed forward, his hard flesh sliding along my slit. I wrapped my legs around his waist, tying him to me, and raised my hips to meet his.
Reaching between us, he pinched my outer lips around his cock, giving him a tight glove to thrust into. He rutted against me, hitting my clit, my cleft, grunting hard as he stared down at me.
“Can I come on you, baby?” he asked, breathless.
“Please.” I tipped my chin back and sighed. “I want to see this time.”
With a jerk, he straightened and shoved my thighs toward my chest, exposing me to his view.
He took his angry red cock in hand and stared at my pussy, his tongue traveling along his bottom lip.
Then he let go of my leg to spread me even wider with his fingers, his hand moving faster, jerking himself roughly, desperately.
I bit my bottom lip, and his eyes locked on the movement, focusing on my mouth as the first hot spurt landed on my stomach. He fell forward, one hand bracing on the arm of the chair as he came, coating me with splatter after splatter. Ben shook and jerked, his fingers flexing on the armrest.
“Fuck,” he gritted out. “Fuck, that was so good.”
“So good,” I agreed, reaching for his face. Watching Ben come might’ve been my new favorite pastime. He looked like his soul had been ripped from his body and stuffed back in sideways, all out of sorts and utterly depleted.
I looked down at the mess he’d made of me and laughed. “I’m going to have to go back to work after this, though I’m not sure how.”
He shot me a lazy grin. “My baby can do anything. I have no worries you can go back to work and act like an absolute pro.”
He dropped a kiss on the tip of my nose then pushed up, tucking his spent cock back in his shorts. “I’m going to get you cleaned up and feed you since you already fed me so well.”
I caught his hand before he could walk away. “I like you, Ben Wells.”
He shook his head. “You can’t say things like that to me while you’re covered in my cum, looking all sexy and pretty—not when I can’t fuck you.”
“Just telling the truth.”
He sighed and bent down, brushing a kiss on my lips. “Like you too, Mazzy Belle—and it has nothing to do with you being covered in my cum. That’s a bonus.”
I grabbed the back of his neck and stole another kiss. “You have a way with words.”
“Only with you.”
“We’re probably supposed to be talking about what happened at Miranda’s office.”
He rolled his forehead along mine. “I’m happy with the outcome. You?”
I took a beat then nodded. “I’m a little mad about the money, but yeah, I’m happy.”
“That’s all that matters.” He touched his lips to mine. “Now, stop distracting me and let me do my job. My baby needs lunch, and I’m gonna give it to her.”
“Okay.” I held my hands up. “I won’t distract you.”
He stood over me, his hands on his hips, and shook his head. “You just breathe and I’m distracted.”
“Sorry,” I whispered, rolling my lips over my teeth.
He wagged his finger at me. “No you’re not.”
Then he wandered away, muttering, “Little vixen,” and I laughed to myself. If this was how our first date was going to go, dating Ben was going to be a whole lot of fun.