BENNETT
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
I can’t tell if I’m asleep and having the best dream of my fucking life or if Merritt is actually wrapping the soft lace of the panties she was just wearing around my wrists, securing them behind my back.
I have to be dreaming because there’s no way that the girl I’ve been losing my mind over is binding me to her desk chair so she can touch me.
There’s no fucking way that those panties that she just MacGyver’d into makeshift handcuffs are so damp that I can feel her arousal coating my skin.
Merritt is wet… for me.
At the prospect of tying me up and having her way with me.
And I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my entire life.
“There,” she says breathlessly, wearing a proud smirk as she pulls back to look at her handiwork. Immediately, I tug at the flimsy restraints, and her smirk widens. “Mmm, don’t do that.”
Fuck. Mother fuck.
I want to shred this fucking lace and scoop her up and toss her onto the bed behind me, then bend her over the side and slide my cock balls-deep into her until she’s clawing at the sheets.
But I don’t. One, because I’m enjoying this little game far too much to put an end to it, and two, I’m supposed to be strong.
Supposed to being the key word here.
Technically, I still am. If I’m not touching her, then there are no rules being broken.
Right?
I made the fucking rules, and I’m saying that it’s not.
My dick is so hard I can feel my heartbeat in the tip, and I have to stop myself from letting out a pained groan when she lifts her leg to slide onto my lap, giving me a perfect view of her pussy.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’ve never seen anything more magnificent in my life. Her arousal glistens, clinging to her smooth, pale pink lips and the hood of her clit, which is peeking out from between them.
My mouth is watering. I might actually be drooling right now.
Fuck, I just want to lick her pussy. Drag my tongue through her lips when I spread her open wide with my fingers. Lick her until every drop is gone and my chin and lips and face are covered in her.
“One taste, baby. Please, just one taste.” I’m begging, and I genuinely give zero fucks.
I’d do ungodly shit to have the opportunity to make her come on my tongue right now.
Truly horrendous, disgusting, unfathomable things.
With my wrists restrained, there’s nothing I can do but sit here at this beautiful, stunning girl’s mercy, and that smug little smirk on her face shows me that she’s enjoying this too much to give me an inch.
Shit. I might be in love.
“Ah ah ah,” she murmurs as she finally lowers herself over my aching cock. “Rules are rules.”
An uneven breath rattles free from my chest.
Fucking rule.
Stupid fucking rule.
The warmth of her pussy heats through my pants, and I swear I can feel the wet spot she’s leaving on the front.
I pull at the lace bound around my wrists and groan in frustration when the flimsy fabric proves to not be all that flimsy.
Merritt leans forward, and her lips brush against my ear. “Be a good boy, Bennett. Let me come on your cock.”
“You gonna use me, baby?” I murmur. “Is that why I can feel how wet your hot little pussy is right now?”
I feel her lip curling up against me, and then she nods, pulling back to stare down at me, those endlessly deep, dark eyes heated with lust. Her soft hands find my shoulders, curving around the tops as she presses down on my cock, causing us both to groan in unison.
I refuse to let my eyes drop shut at how unbelievable it feels because then I know I’ll miss seeing her like this.
Her head falls back on her shoulders, her long hair kissing the tops of my thighs when I flex my hips, my cock up against her clit, repeating the motion once, twice, three times.
She writhes, gripping my shoulders tighter, her fingers curling and carving little circles into my skin with her nails.
Her lips are parted, and her chest heaves as she continues to rock over my length, circling her hips to drag my cock against her clit over and over.
Jesus, she’s so fucking hot, so uninhibited as she chases her pleasure, it’s the most divine thing I’ve ever witnessed.
I’m still not convinced that I’m not dreaming right now.
Her breathy, soft little whimpers shoot straight to my balls, causing them to draw up tight.
Fuck me.
“You feel so good,” she moans quietly, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, and I can’t stop watching her, mesmerized by how breathtaking she is right now. “God, Bennett, I wish you were inside of me. I want to be full of you.”
You and me both, baby.
Apparently, in my lust-filled haze, I murmur the words out loud, and her warm brown eyes snap open, catching mine. “We can’t.” She’s panting, close to the edge, and her words are breathy. “We can’t.”
She repeats it, as if she’s trying to convince herself more than me.
“Okay,” I say, leaning forward to press my lips to her throat, sucking on her sweat-slicked skin. She whimpers, and I feel her arms slipping around my neck, fingers tangling in my hair to hold me to her while she frantically rocks back and forth on my cock, which is leaking with precum.
I’m dangerously fucking close to coming in my pants.
I feel the anticipatory tingle at the base of my spine, my balls growing heavier, my hips lifting to meet her with thrusts of my own.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Bennett,” she cries, her grip in my hair tightening until there’s a sting of pain, and it only makes me harder.
Seconds later, she tilts her head back and lets out a desperate, needy whine as her body pulls taut, her back bowing as she comes on my cock, shattering into a thousand pieces.
I can feel her pussy pulsing against me, spasming while her orgasm rips through her, and I have zero fucking control as my eyes drop shut and my cock jerks, white-hot pleasure careening through me.
A deep, guttural groan pours out of me as I come with her, spilling into my sweatpants.
I come so hard that I almost black out.
That I almost forget what fucking planet I’m on.
I peel my eyes open to see Merritt draped over my chest, her face buried into my neck where she’s trying to catch her breath.
She’s quiet for a moment, and my mind is already spinning, worrying that she’s regretting what just happened. That we crossed a line that we can’t come back from. That, to be quite fucking frank, I don’t want to come back from.
But then I feel her breath fanning against my neck, followed by a soft, almost dazed giggle. “You know, I think all that work we’ve been doing on your stamina has really paid off.”
I chuckle.
“Yeah?”
I feel her nod into my neck, and then she’s lifting her head to look at me. Her warm, sated whiskey eyes are like vats of warm honey, sleepy and sated. “That was hot. I came so hard.”
“Fuck yeah, you did. It was exquisite,” I say, flashing her a grin.
Her gaze moves to my wrists when I tug at them, and she sighs. “I guess I should take those off of you?”
I shrug. “Or you could leave me here for a few days, tied up in your bedroom, using me like a toy. Just be sure to feed and water me at least twice a day, please.”
Merritt tosses her head back and laughs, and I swear to fucking God, it makes my cock twitch, even though I just came approximately two minutes ago.
That stamina she likes to talk shit about is not really the problem here.
“Now that you mention it, that sounds like a great plan,” she says with a smirk playing at her lips, sliding off my lap. “But it would be hard to explain to Dad and Elliott why I’m holding you hostage in my bedroom, tied to a chair without any clothes on, I think.”
I watch her pert, little ass sway until she’s out of sight and behind me, untangling the lace from around my wrists.
My lip quirks. “Oh, so I’m naked in this scenario? Actually, no, just leave me here, I’m good.”
When my hands are free, I bring my arms back to my front and roll my wrists, relishing the slight ache in them. What a time to be alive.
Her brow furrows when she tracks the movement. “Shit. Did I do them too tight? I’m sorr—”
“Fuck no,” I say, cutting her off before she can apologize for possibly the hottest thing I’ve literally ever experienced. “I’m good. Better than good. But…” I stand from the chair. “I’m gonna need to take a quick shower.”
“Why?”
I glance down at my pants, toward the obscenely large wet spot darkening the front, and then back up at Merritt.
Her eyes have gone wide, and I swear, I see her pressing her slick thighs together out of the corner of my eye. “Oh.” The word is breathless. “You…”
“Came in my pants.” I chuckle, shrugging. “Do you realize how sexy you are, Merritt? How fucking hot it was watching your pretty little pussy sliding over my cock while you had me tied to a goddamn chair with your panties? Fuck, I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.”
She steals a glance down to see for herself, pulling her lip between her teeth. “Maybe… I should help you clean up, then?”
Her gaze darkens, and my dick twitches.
“Nah. That was for you, and trust me when I fucking say it was enough watching you fall apart for me. I’m going to spend the next month replaying it in my head every time I come.” I lean forward and press my lips to her head in a chaste kiss. “I’m gonna shower quick, ’kay?”
She nods, and as I brush past her toward the bathroom, I feel her eyes on me until the door closes behind me.
I have no idea where we’ll stand after this. All I know is that wherever it is, whatever I can get from Merritt St. Pierre, I’ll take. Because I know that she’s the girl.
She’s the one worth going all in for.
And I’m not going to let her slip away.