30. Benji #2
“Demanding, are we?” I ask through a laugh. There’s a moment of terror that flicks across her face, and I immediately regret my words. “Don’t worry,” I reassure her. “I fucking love it.”
She relaxes and I pull her against me, lifting her to carry her into the bedroom. She curls her legs around me and squeals when I hop, jostling her against my hips.
I deposit her on the bed and step back, running a hand over my face as I admire her: the way her hair spills over the bedsheets, the flush still streaked across her face from her first orgasm.
Goddamn, the sight of her is too much. Lyssa is quiet for a moment, embracing my examination, but when she squirms, I give her a smirk, attempting to smother the desire I can feel turning into something more. “Impatient?” I ask.
Her answering frown is fucking adorable. “You have entirely too many clothes on.”
With a laugh, I grab the back of my shirt and tug it over my shoulders. My sweats and briefs follow suit, and I fist my cock as I step toward her on the bed.
Her hands find my bare chest, and she drags her fingers down them, eyes wide. “You’re unbelievable,” she says. “I could just…lick you.”
A startled laugh escapes me, and I lean over her on the side of the bed. “So do it,” I challenge.
Those big blue eyes narrow, then turn mischievous. The next thing I know, she’s dragging the pad of her tongue along my abs, and my blood turns to fire.
“Jesus,” I moan, my hands finding her hips. I curl my fingers and barely have the presence of mind to ask, “Condom?”
She pauses for a moment to glance up at me, her expression shuttered. “I’m on the pill,” she says, haltingly. “And I’m clean. I just got tested – well, I felt like I had to, when –” her voice breaks, but she doesn’t need to finish her sentence.
I remove my hands from her hips, but only so that I can clench them into fists. I’m sure her bastard ex had been with other women, and that’s why she felt the need to be tested. He had no idea that the prize was right in front of him. And she's willing to share it all with me.
“I get routine testing,” I say carefully. “And it’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone else. But–” I hesitate. I don’t want her to do this just because she thinks she has to. “Are you sure you want this?”
She gives me a determined nod and reaches for the hem of her shirt, pulling it off and leaving her completely naked in front of me on the bed.
“Fucking hell.” The breath shudders out of me and I find her hips again, pulling her to the edge of the bed. I run my hands up her bare legs. “You’re really going to test my stamina tonight, aren’t you?”
Her laugh reaches my ears, but dies off as I part her legs, position myself at her entrance, and wait. One more desperate noise from her, and I’m plunging into her heat. We groan simultaneously, and the sensation is euphoric.
We’re both still for a moment, and then she runs her hands up my arms, tracing my muscles with her fingertips. I push in deeper, pressing myself flush against her body.
“God, Benji,” she whispers, throwing her head back. “I feel –”
“I know, baby,” I murmur. “I know.”
I don’t remember anyone feeling as good as she feels. And every time I’m with her, I just feel more. The emotions I smothered a mere minute ago threaten to consume me – and this time, I don’t give a fuck. I’m burning with them.
I pull back and thrust in again to the sound of her gasp. I run a hand over her side, coming up to cup her breast, taking slow strokes inside her as I go. I flick my thumb over her nipple and relish the way her back arches into my touch.
With a grin, I lean forward, sucking her peaked nipple into my mouth. The sound of her soft curse urges me on, and I slide back into her, harder this time.
“Yes,” she chants.
I shift back to observe her, arms bracketed on either side of her naked body.
“Yes, what?” I ask, though I already know the answer. I slide nearly all the way out of her, then flick my eyes down to where we’re joined, savoring the sight. “This?” I slam back in to the hilt, and good god, the way she clenches around me has pleasure shooting down my spine.
“Yes, that,” she says, though the words are choked out on a sigh. “More of that.”
Every stroke follows her commands for harder, deeper, faster, and I know I’ll never get enough of her. Her body responds and she rocks back into me, her legs trembling against my hips.
My palm runs down her stomach to where we’re joined, and my thumb finds her clit. I circle there, and her response is instant, squeezing me to the point I’m nearly seeing stars. Through the haze of desire, I have a thought, one I should have had at the very beginning. I lean forward.
“Where do you want me to come?” I murmur, pausing the circling of my thumb.
She whimpers, dissatisfied, and I grin, giving her one more sweep. “Where do you want me to come, baby?” I ask again.
“In me,” she moans. “Come in me.”
“Fuuuuck.” Her words are like gasoline poured on a fire. I lean back and work her faster, pumping deeper, claiming her with each thrust. My thumb circles her clit in practiced strokes, and she grips me, digging her fingernails into my arms as she unravels around me.
She starts to bite her lip again, but then she’s tightening around me more than ever before, and her mouth opens as she cries out. It’s a chorus of “Oh, god” and “Holy shit,” and, my favorite, “Benji”. The second the last one passes her lips, I erupt with a groan of my own, spilling into her.
She comes in tandem with me, and our erratic breaths mingle as we both slowly descend back to reality.
I take my time withdrawing, and the moment I do, I miss the warmth of her.
My heart is pounding in my ears, but somehow, my mind is quieter than ever, filled with nothing but pleasure and relief.
We stay like that for a long moment, our gazes locked on each other.
I wonder if she's feeling even a small part of what I'm feeling, but I don't dare voice that question. I'm not sure I want the answer.
“Do you want me to get you a washcloth?” I finally ask, straightening.
Lyssa sits up with me and shakes her head. “No…I’m just going to shower, I think.”
I nod and watch as she stands, crossing the room. I’m prepared to just sit and wait, to give her privacy, so I’m startled when her head pops around the bathroom door. The sound of the shower hisses behind her.
“Are you coming?”
I blink, then grin. “Absolutely.”
The shower is large, but we’re still forced to stand nearly toe-to-toe, and I have a hard time looking away from the way the water glides over her soft skin, following her curves.
She laughs at the way I hunch over to grab her body wash, then squeals when I drip it down her chest. When she returns the favor, she takes her time tracing the muscles of my chest, nearly making me carry her back out to her bed for a repeat performance.
As we’re drying off, though, I sense her mood change. She fiddles with the corner of her robe, her face downcast. With her hair hanging in damp strings around her face, she looks so damn vulnerable.
I draw a deep breath, my sternum suddenly aching. “Is something wrong, little fighter?” I ask, tugging on my sweats.
She’s silent for a beat. Then her eyes rise up to meet mine, and she whispers, “Will you stay the night?”
Of all the things I imagined she would ask, this one catches me off guard. “Do you want me to?”
She nods, and relief courses through me. I beam at her. “I thought you’d never ask.”
Lyssa takes her time getting ready for bed, and I steal some toothpaste and an extra charger, making myself at home.
By the time she lets Winston in the room, I’ve already made us a small pillow fort on the bed and turned on her TV.
Winston gives us both a serious side eye, as if he knows exactly what we’ve been up to.
“Come on, dude,” I tell him. “Can you blame me?”
Apparently he doesn’t, because a second later, he hops up onto the bed and curls into a tight ball at our feet. Lyssa gives him a fond smile as she climbs into bed next to me. I offer my arm to her, and after a second of hesitation, she slides her way into the nook of my shoulder.
I bury my nose into her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo, and she snuggles deeper. My heart lurches.
I take the chance while I’m riding the high, and ask, “Does this mean we’re exclusive?”
A small laugh comes from my armpit. “Were we not before?”
“Well, I was.” I grin into her hair. “I was just waiting for you to choose me.”
She’s silent, but I can feel her smile against my arm, and I bask in the win.
We watch TV for a little while, until the sound of Winston’s snores and Lyssa’s weight against me tell me they’re both asleep. I slide my arm out from under her as carefully as I can, hissing as the blood flow returns to it. Worth it.
I’m setting my alarm just as the texts come in.
Coach: Be at the rink 10 minutes early tomorrow. I’ve got a new sweater with your name on it.
Coach: Oh…it may have a C on it, too.
I put my phone down and turn back to face Lyssa, face nearly splitting in two from my grin. Life doesn’t get much better than this.