Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-two
Ben
The shower beat down on my head, hot and heavy, and Mazzy knelt at my feet. It was…late. We’d been at it for a while. Her birthday had come and gone, but neither of us was ready to end this.
She ran her hands up my thighs, sighing. “I love your legs.” Her eyes flicked up to mine. “They’re so strong.”
“They bring me to you.” I slid my fingers through her wet hair, cupping the back of her head. “All that matters to me.”
She leaned in, nuzzling the bottom of my sac. Moving slowly, she kissed along its seam and licked a straight line up my cock. Then she returned to my sac, opening her mouth to suck the thin skin.
It was fortunate the tiles were against my back, or I might’ve fallen on my ass. Her mouth was that good. And unlike the limo, she was in no hurry, exploring and touching in a way she hadn’t yet.
Her arms wrapped around me, hands sliding up my ass. “And this…oh, Benny. It’s so strong too. I want to bite it.”
I gulped. “You do?”
“Yes.” She looked up at me from her knees. “You’re always playing with my ass. Would you let me play with yours—just a little?”
“Uh—” I’d done a lot, but that’d never been a zone I’d let anyone go. But Mazzy looked so pretty and eager, and my cock was throbbing from her prolonged, torturous attention, I couldn’t think of a reason to say no. “Just a little,” I choked out.
With a little “Whoop!” she crawled behind me, her hands caressing the backs of my thighs and cheeks. One snuck around to my front, grasping my leaking cock. The next second, her teeth sank into the meat of my ass, and I wasn’t prepared.
My head fell forward as a low moan careened up my throat. “Holy fuck,” I uttered at the feel of her tongue replacing her teeth, lapping over my wet skin then sucking gently.
She did it again,
And again.
All while pumping my cock in her fist and pressing her slippery tits to the backs of my thighs. I didn’t know what to concentrate on. My brain shot in all directions. What had started as a game—a curiosity—had spun out of control. I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to stop or do more.
When her other hand reached between my legs to rub the area behind my sac, I nearly shot like a rocket. Dear god, what was she doing? Killing me? She rubbed and played, and it wasn’t anything I’d ever felt. Why hadn’t I felt that before?
“You’re so hot.” Her lips slid close to the valley of my ass. “I could lick every inch of you and not get enough. Would you let me?”
A groan ripped out of me as she tugged on my balls. “Hell yes. Do whatever, baby.”
She let loose, distracting me with her grasp on my cock, her mouth so hot against my skin, murmuring how much she loved my body and couldn’t believe she got to touch it. Every so often, licking me, biting me, making my eyes flash black and white from how brand new and so very good it all felt.
I leaned against the tile, my breath rough and heavy, no idea which way was up or down.
I knew I didn’t deserve this woman treating me like…
like she worshiped me. Like I was something special.
But she wanted it. Her hums of pleasure as she explored and touched were the only thing keeping me still, allowing her to take what she wanted.
It was hard for me to let her give without giving something in return. But I knew how much I liked going down on her with no expectation of reciprocation, so maybe she was getting the same thing out of this.
Her tongue slid along my crease while her hand squeezed tighter. It was heady. Irresistible. Pumping me into a frenzy of need, making it difficult to think or breathe or hold still a second longer.
“Hmmm…what about this?”
The second her fingers slid over my hole, something in my brain snapped. My vision tunneled. My knees went to jelly. Every inch of me went hot, tight, dangerously close to detonating in her hand.
“Nope,” I croaked, grabbing her wrist before she could finish me off. “Mazzy—baby—get up. Now.”
She made this smug little hum, completely pleased with herself, and rose slowly, dragging her hands up my legs. Her hair was soaked, her lips swollen, her eyes bright with mischief.
“What’s wrong?” she asked sweetly. “Too much?”
“Way too much,” I growled, nipping at her neck and shoulder. “And not nearly enough.”
I spun her around, pressed her hands to the steamed-up glass, then stepped in behind her, chest molded to her back, cock nudging between her thighs.
“You want to play with me? Drive me crazy?” I murmured into her ear. “You’re gonna have to take what you gave.”
She shivered, the back of her head thudding against my chest. “Ben—”
Whatever came next never made it out as I dropped to my knees behind her and dragged my hands down her slick, round hips. I spread her just enough and leaned in, licking her with a long, slow swipe that made her gasp and bow her head against the tile.
“Oh my god,” she whimpered.
“Yeah,” I muttered against her, giving her another slow taste. “Feel what you did to me.”
Her legs trembled. I gripped her thighs, holding her there while I devoured her sweet, sexy ass and played with her swollen clit. She pushed back against my face, hips rolling, needy, shameless—just the way I liked.
“I’m so, so close,” she cried, her nails drawing lines through the steam on the glass.
“No.” I stood in one fast motion, pulling her hips toward me. “You’re gonna come on my cock.”
I pressed on her back until she bent, hips tilted upward, lined myself up, and slid into her with one deep, desperate thrust. The heat of her nearly took me out in one stroke. I held her tight and drove into her again, harder, water splashing everywhere as we collided.
She cried out, pushing back on me, bracing on her hands. “Benny, yes, don’t stop—”
I wasn’t stopping. Couldn’t have if I’d tried. All the playing and exploring, all the teasing torture she’d put me through—it fueled every fast, pounding thrust, my hips slapping against her ass in sharp, wet sounds.
“You feel that?” I panted, driving into her even harder. “That’s what you did to me. Couldn’t think—couldn’t fucking breathe—”
“I love it,” she gasped. “I love when you lose it like this—”
Her voice broke into breathless little cries that shoved me straight to the edge.
“I’m right there,” she whimpered. “Ben, please.”
I leaned forward, teeth grazing her shoulder, and pistoned into her relentlessly.
Her whole body went tight, then she let out a wrecked, beautiful cry, pulsing hard around me.
The feel of her climaxing did me in. I thrust deep one more time before yanking free of her to come against her ass and lower back.
Pearlescent puddles painted her wet flesh, making the prettiest picture I’d ever seen.
Then, it hit me.
“No condom,” I croaked.
She turned her head, a lazy smile curving her lips. “Birth control.”
I sighed with relief. “Sorry, baby. I should’ve asked.
I’m tested, all clear.” I almost couldn’t believe I’d been so careless—again—but this was Mazzy.
When I was with her, I lost every ounce of caution I had.
Besides, if she had gotten pregnant, it wouldn’t have been the end of the world.
A small part of me almost longed for it.
“Me too.” Her eyes fell closed.
“When I get you pregnant next time, it’ll be on purpose.” When the time was right. When we could plan it and enjoy it. After we’d had time to enjoy each other and our little family of three.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “We should keep practicing, though.”
“A hell of a lot.” I banded my arm around her middle, pulled her upright, and held her against me. Water sluiced between us, washing away the art I’d made on her.
I kissed the back of her neck, still half-dazed. Her skin was flushed and soft under my mouth, her breath slow and dreamy. I don’t know how long we stood like that, water beating down on us, her body relaxed against mine.
Eventually, she stirred, a sleepy hum leaving her throat. “We should probably get out.”
“Let me hold you a little longer,” I murmured, squeezing her waist. I didn’t want to let go. Not yet. Maybe not ever. “Birthday girl deserves it.”
She hummed. “My birthday’s over.”
I pressed another kiss to her shoulder then finally reached past her to turn off the shower. The sudden quiet wrapped around us as steam billowed in. I grabbed a towel and wrapped her in it before drying myself off.
“Come here,” I whispered, lifting her chin and kissing her soft—a far cry from what we’d just done. This wasn’t to start anything. It was the sweet ending to something beautiful.
Pulling back, I hooked an arm around her and guided her out of the bathroom. “Bed. You’re gonna stay in my arms until you can walk without wobbling.”
She huffed. “You’re the reason I’m wobbling.”
“Damn right.” I patted her ass gently, but I still got a squeak out of her. “And I’ll take that as a compliment.”
She climbed into the bed with a sigh that hit me right in the soul. I slid in beside her, pulled her against my chest, and tucked the covers around us.
She rested her cheek over my heart. “You okay?”
“Now I am.” I let out a quiet laugh. “Pretty sure you tried to kill me back there.”
“You liked it though, right?”
“Yeah.” I touched my lips to her forehead. “I loved it.”
She sighed. “Thank you for trusting me to try something new.”
“Pretty sure there isn’t anything I wouldn’t try if you asked.”
She blinked up at me. “Same for me. I’d like to try…everything with you.”
Somehow, my godforsaken idiot cock stirred. “We’ll get to everything. Luckily, we have lots of time for that.”
“Lucky us.”
She traced slow patterns over my chest, her touch soothing in a way that settled me down to my bones.
“Ben?” she murmured, already fading into sleep.
“Yeah, baby?”
She nuzzled into me. “I want to have a lot of nights like this with you.”
My grin stretched across my face. “Count on it.”
She drifted off before I finished stroking my hand down her back.
I stayed awake a little longer, listening to her breathe. Thinking about how I’d ended up here—Mazzy in my arms, her birthday over, me falling harder than I’d ever planned.
There was a lot about my life I would change, but today? Not a single thing.
Me: I’m screwed.
Adrian: I’ve told you many times, bragging isn’t becoming.
Nate: Are you having a problem?
Roman: Are you home from your trip? I can come over.
Me: On the plane. Mazz is sleeping on me.
Adrian: Are you vague texting on purpose? I would ask if you didn’t get enough attention as a child, but I know the answer.
Nate: Jesus, Ade. Chill.
Me: Don’t you have a flogger to clean?
Roman: While his execution could use work, Adrian does have a point. What’s up?
Me: When we get off this plane, I’m going to go with Mazz to see Kat for a while. Then, I’m going to go home.
Adrian: And…?
Nate: Ah. I see.
Adrian: Fuck you. What do you see?
Roman: Home…without your girls. Might be lonely.
Me: I want to live in their garage with them. Or…fuck, I don’t know, buy a new house for all of us. I hate this. I HATE it. It’s too soon, but I don’t want to be apart from either of them—especially not after this weekend.
Adrian: Ah. Now I see. You had a great weekend, huh?
Me: Best of my life. Mazzy did this thing…well, I’m not going to go into details, but just know, things happened that have never happened before, and it was delightful. But it’s not just the sex. It’s her.
Roman: I get it, but you guys have time. Don’t rush it.
Adrian: Says the man who bought the house next to the woman he got pregnant.
Nate: Do as he says, not as he does.
Roman: You’re not screwed, Benny. Unless Mazzy doesn’t feel the same.
Me: She likes me. She has to, considering the thing she did…
Adrian: Now, I’m curious. Did she peg you?
Nate: Jesus, Adrian!
Roman: …well, did she?
Me: You dirty little pervs! No, she didn’t. Are you into that?
Nate: No.
Roman: Can’t say I am.
Adrian: I own a sex club. Nothing is off the table.
Me: Wow. You learn something new every day.
Roman: Anyway…you’re not screwed. Just relax and enjoy.
Nate: Glad you had such a good time. You both deserve it.
Adrian: Shame you didn’t get pegged, but there’s always tomorrow.
Me: Thanks, dudes. I feel no less screwed than I did before this conversation.
Adrian: You’re welcome.
Nate: Like Roman said, relax.
Roman: Come over later. I’ll talk you down.
Me: Will you let Shira give me a hug?
Roman: Fuck off.
Laughing to myself, I tucked my phone away. Mazzy made a soft mewl and snuggled closer, her arm slinging around my waist. I nuzzled her hair with my nose, inhaling her clean scent, my eyes fluttering closed.
Yep. Definitely screwed.
When we got home, we spent the rest of the day with Katty. She’d had fun with Aunt Barb and Kylie while we were away, but had missed us so terribly she burst into tears at first sight. Once she got the tears over with, she was all good, and we had a good day together.
Which made leaving that night all the harder. When I was standing at the door, dragging my feet to open it, Mazzy grabbed my hand.
“Stay?” she asked softly.
I exhaled a hundred pounds of dread from my lungs. “Yeah. I’d like that, baby.”