Chapter 11
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
VALENTINA
Once we’re both under the comforter, Banon and I are all over each other—hands and mouths everywhere at once, my leg slinging over his hip to bring him in closer and rub his big dick against my pelvis.
He groans at the pressure, and I love how vocal he is with me, that he doesn’t mind showing me just how much I please him and how good I feel.
Fingers dip under the band of my pajama pants and then slip into my underwear. Banon’s hand is like a heat-seeking missile as he glides to where I’m already growing wetter for him, dipping his biggest finger inside to test me.
“You’re going to feel so good,” Banon says in a low voice. “All wet for me.”
Of course, those words get me going even more. Now he’s rubbing that finger over my clit, using my own slick as lube, anchoring me to him with his other arm around my ass. When I twitch and moan, he holds me tighter against him, keeping me trapped as he fingers me.
“It’s been too long. I need to lick that pussy.”
I gasp in indignation as his hand retreats. But then Banon grabs my pajama pants by the waistband and shoves them down, and I wriggle them off my legs.
“There we go.” He rolls us over so he’s on top. Lifting up the blanket over his head, he shimmies downward until he’s completely hidden, and I can feel his hot, heavy breaths between my legs. “So you don’t get cold.”
I giggle as he spreads my thighs, and without any pomp or circumstance, he dives in.
Fuck, I’ll never get tired of his wide tongue, those talented lips as they suck, those fingers pushing inside me and then petting me until I’m thrashing and holding in my moans. He’s so good at this, he really should get a medal.
“Banon, damn,” I whimper as I grip his horns under the blanket. He must be getting hot down there, but I only have a quarter of a brain to think about it as sheer bliss takes over me. “Right there, right there.”
“Oh, I know,” Banon murmurs, his hand speeding up as I get closer and closer. His tongue is doing all sorts of miraculous things, and it’s only another few seconds until I’m lost to it, tumbling through the ether, seeing God and all that other stuff they talk about.
I want to get my hand around Banon’s cock next, but when he rises from the blankets, his big muzzle glistening, he grabs my wrists and pins me to the bed. When I start to object, he pushes me down more insistently.
“Stay put,” he growls. I like when he’s horny enough to be bossy, so I remain still as he reaches down and kicks off his own pajama pants.
Then his dick is between us again, slobbering against my thigh.
Banon kisses me brusquely, conquering my mouth, and I know I’m at his mercy tonight.
We’ve fucked in all kinds of ways, but I think my favorite is still old-fashioned missionary, just because I like to feel his big body on top of mine, weighing me down to the mattress.
Sometimes he keeps me pinned like this, using my body until I can’t help breaking around him.
“Goddamn, I can’t wait to be inside you.” Banon nuzzles my hair as he places himself between my legs, lifting my thighs to expose me to him fully. He licks his chops and palms his cock, sliding the head in between my layers until he’s softly nudging at my entrance.
It’s clearly been a while. He had no trouble fitting last time we had sex, but now he can only push in a hair’s breadth before my body resists.
“So small,” Banon murmurs affectionately. He keeps his hand wrapped around himself as he tries again, then again, going easy and slow. But I don’t want easy and slow. I want fast and hard, even though I know we can’t make his bed rattle or risk waking up the rest of the house.
“More,” I whisper. “Give me more.”
“Are you ready?” he asks, genuine concern in his voice. “It’s been a while, and I barely fit as it is—”
“Fuck me. Please.”
Banon gulps, then nods in a harsh, jerky motion.
“Whatever my woman wants…”
I gasp as he wades in deep in one thrust, demanding that I spread for him, insisting on my body making room. It feels uncomfortable at first, having so much inside me and so suddenly, but I’m slick from my orgasm and tighter than usual.
“…my woman gets.” A moan escapes between Banon’s clenched teeth as he sinks as far in as he can, breathing hard through his big, flared nostrils. “So tight, fuck. I’m close, Valentina.”
Already? We’ve only just started. Banon’s hand clenches around my hip.
“Don’t move.” He closes his eyes, breathing hard like he’s trying to wrestle back control of himself.
“I can feel it every time you breathe. Every time your heart beats.” His eyes open again, and I marvel in the infinite blue of them, like the ocean.
He cradles my face, running his thumb over my cheekbone.
“You’re so beautiful, I almost can’t take it. ”
I know what he means, especially when he’s wearing everything he feels right out there on his sleeve. Nobody could be more handsome.
“And I’m all yours,” I say, putting my hand over his.
His smile spreads, familiar and arrogant. “Yes, you are.” Slowly he reels his hips back, which makes me yearn and ache to have him again. “Just like I’m yours.”
Once more, he jerks his hips forward, stuffing his cock inside me so obscenely that I can’t help a cry from escaping. He covers my mouth, muffling me as he slides back, then repeats the motion.
Fuck, I hope I didn’t wake them up.
Keeping a tighter lid on myself, I bite my lip as Banon sets a blistering, brutal pace, his muscular thighs flexing with every thrust, his abs tensing and releasing as he fills me up as much as I can bear.
He’s stimulating everything, the fur on his groin brushing over my clit, his balls hitting my ass as he tucks a hand under my hips and tilts me upward.
This way he can get better leverage, and he grunts as our angle changes.
I’m a goner now. He knows I love this, and he uses his powers relentlessly.
Soon I’m doing everything I can not to make a sound as my spine tenses, my whole body starting to crumble as pleasure takes me over.
I moan against my closed lips, and Banon mutters, “Yes, baby, yes. Give me everything, Valentina. All of it.”
As if on command, I break. It’s like a bomb has gone off inside me, a sonic blast that ripples through every last nerve ending in my body.
I whimper as Banon keeps going, keeps fucking me through it, his grunts and groans of pleasure rising as he hits his own peak.
I cover his mouth with my hand as his eyes get wide, and I sense him grow even thicker inside me.
His orgasm is so powerful, he jerks hard, hips driving him deep as he shoots off. I feel warm, so warm, as he fills me up fuller, and it coats my ass as he thrusts in again.
“Fuck,” Banon mutters. “I can’t stop coming. You just… The way you squeeze me, I can’t—”
One last time, he spasms inside me, and then nearly collapses. Managing to hold himself up with one arm, Banon pants, his hot breaths gusting across my face.
“Thank you.” He pulls me in close, rolling over onto our sides while he’s still buried inside me. “Thank you so much.”
“I should be thanking you for all the orgasms.”
Banon snorts. “Everything in my life was just practice for you.”
I feel all the warm fuzzies as he kisses my neck, then slowly extricates himself from my body. We clean up with the tissues in his drawer, suspiciously placed there beside some lotion.
“Beat it off to the thought of you a lot when I lived in this room,” he says by way of explanation.
“Well, I had to upgrade to a bigger dildo. That’s how I’ve been coping.”
A snort of quiet laughter bursts out of him, and he throws his arms around me, taking both of us down to the bed.
“I love you, Valentina,” he whispers to me, kissing all along the side of my face. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone. I don’t think I even knew love until now.”
“I know what you mean.” I push some of his rogue shaggy hair away from his eyes. “What are we going to do about it?”
His brows crease. “What do you mean?”
“Are we going to…” I swallow, because I hadn’t intended to bring up this subject—but it’s been in the back of my mind since break started. “Are we going to tell them?”
Banon frowns. “Of course not.”
He says it so quickly, so confidently, that I’m stalled out. It’s not even a question in his mind.
“Oh.” I try not to let it show that this hurts. I thought it would bother him, keeping this a secret, like it bothers me.
“Imagine what they would do. What they would say.” He takes both my hands in his, leaning back to really look me in the eyes. “They might disown us, never speak to us again. I couldn’t lose my mom like that.”
“Dad wouldn’t.” I don’t think he would, at least. I’ve made mistakes in my life, and he always forgave me. He was fine when he learned I was bisexual, and even encouraged me when I brought a girl home for spring break. He’s open-minded and he loves me. “Though he might stop paying for my school.”
“Mom might not be so easy. I don’t know. I don’t want to know. I can’t stand the idea of what it would do to them if we came clean.” He runs a hand through his hair, sitting upright in bed. “Why? Are you thinking of telling them?”
I shake my head as I sit up, too. “Not without you. I would never.”
He lets out a phew. “Good.”
So he’s fine with it. He’s fine with this being our secret forever. We’ll have to live our entire lives under the radar, hoping no one catches on.
I swallow, trying not to get emotional at the idea of existing this way until we’re old and our family dies. We just had mind-blowing sex, and I know my brain is going wild with chemicals. Instead, I feign a smile.
“Well, I should get back to my room now.”
Banon’s brows rise. I’m trying to keep myself from crying, so I silently get up and make my way over to the door.
“I’m sorry, Valentina.” Banon’s voice stops me. “I would understand if you don’t want this. If you don’t want me. Because I know it kills you, keeping a secret. And it kills me, too.”
I don’t answer because I can’t. Tears pool in my eyes as I head into the bathroom, then I close the door of my own bedroom behind me. After staring around at all the posters on my wall, I fall onto the bed.
I should never have done this, because now that I have Banon, I can’t possibly let him go.