Chapter 21 #2
“Hey,” his voice breaks through my thoughts. Dark chocolate eyes full of concern stare down at me. “You okay? If you’re having second thoughts—”
“No!” It comes out faster than is probably appropriate. Maybe it’s selfish, but despite there being so much we need to discuss, I can’t imagine stopping right now. “I want this, Ben. I want you,” I say, caressing the side of his face.
He leans into my touch, pressing a lingering kiss to the palm of my hand and igniting a fire across my skin.
His mouth moves from my palm to my wrist and up the length of my arm, until he reaches my neck, where he lingers for a moment—dipping his tongue into the crevice of my clavicle before he’s gone.
I gasp when his mouth finds the exposed skin of my stomach, where my shirt has ridden up.
Warm, open-mouthed kisses move across my skin before Ben looks up from beneath his lashes with a Cheshire grin.
He tugs on the waistband of my pajama pants, discarding them on the floor with his shirt.
I jump when he nips at the skin of my inner thigh, followed by a lingering kiss that sends a jolt straight to my core.
“You mean you’ve been bare under here the whole time?
” Ben asks with a smirk, spreading my legs farther.
His fingers ghost over my entrance, dragging a soft whimper from me.
“Fuck, Honey,” he moans, pushing two fingers inside me, and my body clenches around him.
They curl, grazing the tender spot of my pelvis, and I buck against his hand.
“We might need to skip the hors d’oeuvres and go straight to the main course.
I don’t think I can wait much longer to feel you wrapped around my cock. ”
I cover my face with my hands, feeling the warmth bloom beneath my cheeks. I’ve never been with a man who isn’t afraid to say what he wants in the bedroom. On one hand, it’s sexy as hell, but on the other, it’s almost…embarrassing.
“Don’t do that, Honey,” he says. “Don’t hide from me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
I gasp, bowing off the bed when his tongue makes a long stroke up my center. He circles my clit, suckling it between his lips while his fingers continue to slide in and out. My fingers tangle into his short hair, and his moan vibrates against my core. “Ben, please.”
“Please, what?” he taunts, thumb dragging over my clit. I buck into the touch, heat pooling in my belly, the coil already begging for release, but I can’t wait any longer. I need all of him. “Please, what?”
“Fuck me.”
Ben wastes no time standing from the bed and shoving his sweats and underwear down his legs.
My eyes widen, staring as his cock springs free.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I watch him fist his shaft, giving it a few hard strokes.
My tongue darts out to lick my lips. He wears a proud smile when I finally draw my gaze up to his face.
With the crook of his finger, he beckons me forward, and I obey.
When I meet him at the edge of the bed, Ben bends down to capture my mouth in a soft kiss.
His hands skate down my sides and grip the hem of my shirt.
A soft whimper escapes me when he bites my bottom lip as he pulls away to lift my shirt over my head.
Dark eyes roam my bare chest, and he takes my left breast in his hand and squeezes.
He hand rolls my nipple between his fingers, the other diving into my hair and giving it a gentle tug.
“Oh, God.” I arch into his touch, threading my fingers through his hair when he bends down to take the nipple into his mouth. The mixture of teeth and tongue sends me soaring. Is it possible to come solely from this? Because it feels like I just might—
The fire subsides when he pulls away with a soft pop.
“Lie down, baby,” Ben whispers in my ear, voice heavy with something I can only equate to the same need I feel for him.
He reaches for the nightstand and pulls out a condom from the drawer.
Once he’s sheathed, he settles between my hips and leans down to kiss me.
His hand lifts to my temple, pushing a strand of hair from my face, and when he smiles down at me, I can’t contain my own.
If you had told me a year ago it would only take a few weeks and I would have fallen for this man—fallen for a professional wrestler—I would have called you a liar…
but that’s all it took. A few weeks of opening myself up to a new world, new possibilities, and not judging a book by its cover to find someone who looks at me like I’m the most coveted thing in his entire universe.
He reaches between us, dragging the tip of his cock through my center, and I gasp when he rocks inside me, filling me with a single thrust. “Fuck,” he hisses as my body stretches and molds around him.
He finally begins to move, and my grip is bruising, fingers and nails digging deep into the taut muscles of his shoulders.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he murmurs, rough hands gripping my thighs to change the angle of my hips, his cock moving deeper with every new thrust.
My body bows, pressing harder into him, and he takes my left nipple into his mouth again.
He suckles on the small peak, and I cry out when he bites down, soothing it with his tongue.
Ben moves to the other, repeating the process, before his mouth finds mine.
His tongue sweeps over my bottom lip, and I open to him—tongues tangled, his delving into every corner of my mouth.
He tightens his grip on my right thigh, wrapping it around his hip, and slows the roll of his hips.
“Sloane, fuck. Look how well you take me.” The words are strained when he glances down where our bodies are connected. “Watch, baby.”
And I do. I watch him sink inside, listening to the hiss of his breath with each wave of connection, slick arousal coating his cock and my inner thighs.
When I look up to meet his eyes again, I feel a swell of emotion build in my chest before he kisses me.
Our mouths and bodies mold together in a mixture of slow, languid strokes, easy waves, and deep exploration.
I cry out at the sudden loss when he pulls out.
“Get on top,” Ben demands, but doesn’t wait. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to straddle him.
I brace my palms against his chest, his touch bruising against my hips. The head of his cock rubs against my clit, and my entire body shudders. “Ben, please.”
“Don’t worry, I got you, Honey.” Ben readjusts himself, lining up at my entrance, and slips inside with one smooth motion.
His head falls back onto the mattress with a loud hiss as I lower down inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside me.
“Fuck, Sloane. God, you feel so good.” His hands squeeze my hips, urging me to move.
With the first stroke, he exhales a soft moan. “Just like that. Ride me, Honey.”
I watch him—watch every tick of his jaw, every twitch of his muscles, and the way his eyes roll back.
I move in slow waves, taking my time and enjoying each stroke of his cock.
Ben breathes out small moans with each rise and fall, and the sounds spur me on, knowing what this is doing to him, what I’m doing to him.
I whimper when his fingers reach between us, circling my clit.
When he opens his eyes, he stares straight into mine, a possessive glint in those dark chocolate orbs.
“You look so fucking beautiful like this, Honey. I don’t think I’ll ever get over this sight,” Ben says, his free hand reaching up to cup my right breast. His fingers knead the flesh and roll my nipple between his fingers, raising goosebumps across my skin.
“Ben,” I breathe out, the fire in my belly ready to consume me from the inside out.
“Come here,” he begs, reaching up to grip my throat. Applying a faint amount of pressure on the sides, he pulls my mouth down to his. Warm breaths and kisses fill the room, mixed with the sounds of wet skin as he plunders my mouth and our bodies continue to move together in easy waves.
Without warning, Ben wraps his arm around my waist and rolls on top of me again.
He pulls out before settling back between my legs and pushing all the way back in with a hard thrust. He pistons faster, losing a little more control each time.
He leaves open-mouthed kisses on my neck, then traces back up the column of my neck with his tongue to my ear.
“Get there, Sloane.” His voice is gravelly, strained like he’s hanging onto his control by a single thread.
“Oh, God.” My body trembles when he bends down to suck on my nipple. I can feel my orgasm reaching its peak, and I lose control. His name spills from my lips in a strangled cry as my walls clench around him. My back arches from the bed, body quaking from head to toe.
Ben’s fingers reach down to fondle my clit as I ride out my orgasm, and he comes with a roar.
Kissing my neck, he continues to fuck me through his own orgasm, swirling his tongue along my skin in slow, languid strokes.
Pure ecstasy courses through my veins, every nerve ending buzzing, as gravity loses its hold on us.
He collapses on top of me, burying his face into my hair with a deep inhale.
Our bodies still connected, we lie there, hearts thundering in heaving chests, but neither of us attempts to untangle our mess of limbs.
His mouth finds mine in a sweet kiss before he pulls out of me.
Ben rolls to his side, taking two slow breaths before forcing himself out of bed to take care of the condom.
When he disappears around the corner, the cold begins to sink into my skin, and my chest tightens as I lie there, staring up at the ceiling.
This was never supposed to happen. It was never supposed to become…
this. I was not supposed to fall for him, and he wasn’t supposed to fall for me.
This was only meant to be a story, and yet, here I am, allowing him to shatter the walls I built between us.
Continuing this story without telling him isn’t right.
I have to tell him the truth. But what happens when I tell him?
He was furious when I slipped up about being a sports journalist. I can only imagine his reaction to this news.
The side of the bed dips beneath his weight when he returns, opening his arms to me.
Without hesitation, I crawl into the embrace, and it silences the thoughts swirling around my head.
His chest rises and falls with steady breaths while fingers trace along my spine to raise goosebumps across my skin.
I know I need to tell him, and I will, but I don’t want to wake up from this dream just yet.