Chapter 20
Twenty
Serena
Bentley towers over me, domineering and unafraid to take what he wants.
He’s most definitely the wolf and I’m the prey.
I watch him taking in my body on full display.
Yearning for something I’ve been holding out on giving him.
The reward at the end of the chase. I wasn’t putting this off because I wanted to tease him.
That would be cruel, and I’m not that sort of woman.
I wanted to make sure it was right…for both of us.
That I could trust him. I haven’t seen his face grace the font of a tabloid in weeks.
At least, not with another woman. It’s mostly him hanging out with teammates or shooting hoops with Derrick.
That’s how I know he’s trustworthy, and tonight will be perfect.
He leans over me until his face is mere inches away from mine. “Are you still good? I don’t want to stop what we’ve started, but I will if you have any doubts.”
His fingers brush a stray hair off my forehead and the gentleness turns me on more than when he picked me up and carried me to my room. The soft side that he doesn’t show anyone else is precisely why I’m falling for him. “I’m good.”
Nodding his understanding, he kisses along my jawline, pausing to nip at my ear. He gently sucks on my lobe and heat rushes south. Who would have known I’m a sucker for my ears being played with? I turn my head until my lips brush against his. “Kiss me.”
He doesn’t hesitate. His mouth melds to mine, and it’s pure perfection.
It’s as if my lips were made for his. They make me forget all the rejection in my past. The hurt so many, especially those who were supposed to love me unconditionally, have caused me to disappear.
All that matters is right now, with him.
His mouth breaks away from mine and works down my neck, settling on my right nipple. He bites down. Not too hard, but hard enough to no longer know the difference between pain and pleasure.
I squirm under the attention his mouth and tongue give me. His dick twitches with the friction. “Stop torturing me already,” I all but pant.
He doesn’t respond, but I can feel him smile against my skin. He gives attention to the other nipple, but nowhere near as much as he did the first. My body is on fire and he hasn't even entered me yet. I swear if he doesn’t do something soon, I’m going to scream out of frustration.
I move my hand to his head and tangle my fingers in his hair. Maybe if I guide him further down, he’ll take the hint. It’s been months since I’ve been with anyone, and I know I will go off like a firework at the slightest touch.
Finally, he works his way down. His tongue gliding a path down my stomach.
He reaches one hand up to pinch my nipple, and the other to my warm center.
Feeling how much I want him through the lace fabric.
“I think you’re almost ready for me.” His voice is gruff.
As if it’s taking everything in him not to devour me.
His breath against my thighs sends shivers through my body.
I’m going to lose it before he’s done anything.
This is one of those times I wish foreplay didn’t exist. The wait until the main attraction is almost painful.
Using his teeth, he pulls down the edge of my panties and shimmies them down my legs. I start to kick my heels off, but he places a hand on my foot. A silent command to leave them on. That’s kind of weird, but whatever floats his boat.
Before I can ask what’s taking so long, I feel his breath against my clit.
He doesn’t start off slow, either. He’s done taking his time, and within minutes…
I’m seeing stars. Son of a bitch, I should have listened to Hazel all those months ago and had fun until I found someone to be serious with.
Because I feel like I did in my younger days when every slight touch would make me explode.
He doesn’t relent, though. Only grips my thighs, pulling me closer to him.
And I’m left riding wave after wave of ecstasy.
I can’t take anymore and I push his head back, needing a break from the onslaught of feeling. He arches an eyebrow and stares at me from the edge of the bed. “Had enough already?”
“It’s, um, been a while.” Embarrassment rushes through me, and I’m sure my face is bright red. Even though I’m far from being a virgin, I feel like I’m at a different level than he is when it comes to sex.
“It’s all good. We can take this as slow or fast as you want.” He climbs onto the bed next to me and pulls me closer to him.
“I’m okay now. That was just intense.” He’s obviously mastered the art of going down on women. While a part of me is jealous, I know that none of the women before me matter. At least, not right now.
“Do you want to keep going?” He sounds sincere, but I know that stopping now would be torture for him. And me, if I’m being honest. I need to feel him inside me. To connect with him physically the way we connect on our virtual dates and when we see each other.
“Yes,” I nod. “There are condoms in the top drawer of the nightstand." I point above me to the furniture in question. Even though it’s the only one by my bed.
“So, you were prepared for tonight.” It’s not a question. I may act like I don’t want this to only be physical, but I can’t deny the way he makes me feel. How he makes me want more. He reaches over us and grabs the square foil packet out of the drawer. “What if it’s not big enough?”
“Someone is a little sure of themselves,” I wave him off. “We’ll manage because as much as I want you right now, you aren’t coming near me without protection.”
“I don’t know if I should be offended, or not,” he scrunches his eyebrows together. “As if I’d ever do anything that made you uncomfortable.”
“Dude, you pursued me after I told you I didn’t want to date. Then, you conspire with my best friend to get the outcome you want.” I roll my eyes at him, “I don’t think there’s much you wouldn’t do to get what you wanted.”
“I may be confident in myself, but I’m not an asshole.” He says all this while rolling the condom over his erection. It looks snug, but as long as it doesn’t break…we’re good. “Now,” he leans over and places kiss after kiss along my shoulder. “Where were we?”
I shiver under the feel of his lips on my skin. The way he runs his hands down my body until he finds what he’s looking for. “Yeah,” I squeak out. “I think that’s exactly where we were.”
“You know, I think you’re right.” He moves until he’s looming over me, between my legs, just one push from being inside me. He slides forward until the tip of his cock is lined up with me, but he doesn’t go any further. “You sure?”
“If you don’t do something soon, I’m going to take care of it myself.
” That’s all the permission he needs. He slams into me and my entire body ignites.
He fills me completely, stretching me with each push.
He wraps one arm around me, bringing me closer to him, until I can feel him deep inside me. Claiming me inch by inch.
“Bentley,” his name is a whisper on my lips. That spurs him on. Faster and faster until all I see are stars as I come undone around him. Shuddering as the final throes of ecstasy leave my body.
Within minutes he’s gripping my body harder than before. His fingers wrapping in my hair, pulling my head back until he stiffens. His cock pulsing inside me as he finds his release.
Gently, he frees his hand from my hair and lowers me to the bed. I’m not sure what he sees on my face, but he asks, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I nod. At least, I think I am. It’s been months since I’ve been with anyone, and he was my re-introduction into having a sex life again. He’s made it impossible for others to live up to him. And I’m not complaining one little bit.
He rolls off of me before getting off the bed and going to the restroom. I can do nothing but lay in pure bliss. Absolutely nothing can bring me down from the high I feel right now. He comes back to the bed, a knowing smirk on his face. “Are you ready for bed?”
All I can do is nod and pull the blanket out from underneath me.
He slides in behind me, wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me flush with him.
The contact alone is enough to make me want more.
The way his hand slides from my waist and down my hip, back and forth, lets me know he does, too.
I can already tell it’s going to be a long night.
I don’t know when we’ll actually let our eyes close for the night, but I know I will drink in every moment I have with him before he leaves.
Light streaming from the window wakes me up. Wait, why is there light coming through? Blackout curtains aren’t supposed to allow that to happen. I know for a fact they were closed before we fell asleep last night.
I swing my arm behind me, feeling for the body that should be there.
That’s supposed to be there, but it’s missing.
The spot he was lying in is still warm. That’s a good sign.
At least I know he didn’t sneak out in the wee hours of the morning once I fell asleep.
But that doesn’t mean he didn’t just do it.
But why open the curtains? To be an asshole?
Sounds come from the kitchen. Dishes clattering together and water running from the sink.
Relieved he didn’t bail on me; I sink further into my bed and pull the blanket over my head to block the sunlight.
Last night was perfect. From the dinner to the sex.
All of it. I’ve had amazing dates before, but this one…
it puts all others to shame. This is the first time, despite knowing how badly he wanted me, I had someone truly show their appreciation of me in their life.
He treated me like a goddess and if the noise in the apartment is any indication, he plans to continue that.