Chapter 17-Esme
Steam is swirling around us and the tiny shower inside the cabin is barely big enough for me, but somehow, Benji is in here with me.
His hands are tracing patterns on my thighs, and he’s sucking on my nipples, biting down on them and making me moan.
I swear, I could come just from his mouth on them.
But I don’t have to test that theory because he’s moving again. Dropping to his knees, I can feel my slick building between my legs as I watch Benji lift one of my thighs and drape it over his shoulder.
“Benji,” I whimper.
“Easy, Sweetheart. Now, I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue. Want that? Want me to make you come, Ezzy?” he asks, his sapphire eyes blazing up at me.
“Y-yes, Benji. I want that,” I murmur.
And God help me, I do.
“That’s good, Sweetheart.”
His voice drops low, roughened by something that makes my pulse stutter.
“I’m gonna take care of you,” he adds, slower this time, deliberate—like he wants me to feel every word before he even touches me. “But I need you to hush now. I don’t want anyone listening to your sweet sounds. Got it?”
His sapphire gaze locks on mine, dark and blazing, and I feel it all the way down—heat, need, something dangerously close to surrender.
I nod.
Because I do get it.
Fuck yes, I get it.
Not just what he’s asking—but why.
This thing between us?
It’s not quiet.
It’s not subtle.
It never has been.
And the way he looks at me right now—like I’m something he claimed once and never really let go of?
Yeah.
I don’t want to share that either.
My fingers tighten in his hair, my breath already coming too fast, too shallow, my body bracing like it knows what’s coming before it happens.
And the worst part?
The best part?
I don’t even care if this is reckless.
If it’s temporary.
If it blows up in my face later.
Because right now?
Right now I need him.
Need what he’s about to give me.
And I might actually come apart if he doesn’t.
Benji doesn’t tease.
Doesn’t play games.
Not like this.
When it comes to me?
He’s always been all in.
All heat.
All intent.
No hesitation.
And just like that—he moves.
No warning.
No slow build.
Just a sharp inhale ripping from my chest as sensation crashes over me, stealing the air from my lungs before I can stop it.
My back hits the cool tile, the contrast making everything sharper, brighter, more intense.
“Shh,” he murmurs, one hand firm at my hip, grounding me, holding me in place like he knows I’m about to lose it.
And I am.
God, I am.
Because the way he focuses on me—like nothing else exists, like this is the only thing that matters—it unravels me faster than anything else ever could.
My head tips back, my lips parting on a breath I barely manage to swallow down, my body reacting in ways I can’t control, don’t want to control.
I feel him everywhere.
The heat of him.
The intent.
The way he knows me.
Like no time has passed.
Like he never forgot a single thing.
“Benji,” I whisper, barely a sound, more breath than voice.
His response is immediate—one hand sliding higher, steadying me, reminding me without words to keep quiet, to keep this between us.
Mine.
The thought flashes hot and fast through my mind, surprising me with its intensity.
Mine.
Like he’s still my man.
Like we’re still that.
Like we never stopped.
My fingers tighten, my body arching without permission, chasing something just out of reach, something he controls completely right now—and the realization sends another wave of heat through me.
I’m not in control.
He is.
And instead of fighting it?
I sink into it.
Let it take me.
Because this? This is what we’ve always been.
Too much.
Too fast.
Too intense.
And right now?
I don’t want to hold back.
I don’t want to think.
I just want to feel him.
And he gives me exactly that.
He kisses my inner thighs, teases me with his tongue licking around my vulva.
God, it’s so good. So sweet. And tender.
But I think I might die if he doesn’t do what he says he’s going to in the next minute.
Lucky for me, I don’t have to wait that long.
Because Benji doesn’t lead up to it when it comes to this—my pleasure.
Oh no. When he’s done getting me all worked up, he just dives in.
His mouth fastens over my pussy, and he starts to devour me.
He even moans as he licks into me.
Like I’m delicious.
Like I’m his favorite fucking treat.
And that sound? It makes me even wetter for him.
One hand wraps around my hip, holding me close while the other slides over my belly.
I want to suck in, but what would be the point? He’s seen all of me. Touched every inch.
And I refuse to be self-conscious because he seems to like what he sees.
If that rock hard dick of his is anything to go by, damn right he likes it.
“So fucking sweet,” he growls against my lips. “I missed this. Missed you. Now, be my good girl and come on my tongue.”
Then he shoves it back inside my slick entrance and lowers the hand on my belly, so his thumb presses over my clit.
He taps my needy little button once, twice—and that’s all it takes for me to explode.