MERRITT
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“Motherfucker, I think I might have a branch stuck in my h—” My mouth crashes against Bennett’s before he can even finish his sentence.
He’s barely made it all the way through my bedroom window, and I’ve already grabbed a fistful of his old, obscenely soft hockey hoodie and yanked him to me, slanting my mouth over his.
Despite me pouncing on him on sight, he doesn’t falter. Immediately, he curves his palms around the edge of my jaw and groans hungrily against my lips, the rough, desperate sound making my clit throb.
There’s something so unbelievably freaking hot about a man who has no problem being vocal about his desire for you.
That’s one thing I’ve discovered about Bennett recently… he’s not shy about anything when it comes to sex.
Or how badly he wants me.
Well, technically, not sex since we haven’t actually had sex, but you get what I’m saying.
Despite not having actual sex, we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other since Thanksgiving. Every single time we’re together, that line that we keep dancing near seems to inch further and further back until it feels like there is barely one there at all anymore.
But staying on this side of it is safe for us both. It’s not breaking any rules or complicating things more than we already are.
Because hooking up with my fake boyfriend, who I may or may not be starting to have real feelings for, is as uncomplicated as it gets, right?
Cue the sarcasm.
I push the thoughts out of my head completely, just like I have been since Thanksgiving night when everything… shifted.
When I thought I might actually pass out from how hard he made me come without ever laying a single finger on me.
Which has led us here, with Bennett’s tongue tracing a blazing path down my neck, his hands sliding up the bare skin along my sides before he yanks my oversized T-shirt over my head and lets it fall to the floor.
I’m not wearing a bra, and his eyes flare when his gaze drops to my chest. To my nipples that are hard, pebbled peaks that seem to tighten further beneath the weight of his hungry stare.
He looks at me like he wants to devour me, and it makes my pussy clench.
His rough, calloused palms slide up my sides and over my rib cage until he’s curving them around the underside of my breasts, lifting them into his palms as if he’s gauging their weight. The pads of his thumbs sweep over the sensitive peaks, sending a ripple of heat rushing through me.
“I fucking love these,” Bennett rasps as he lowers his mouth to my nipple and sucks it between his lips. My hands fly to his head, tangling in the hair at his nape as his teeth rake over the tip. Immediately, he laves it with his tongue, lapping at me to soothe the bite of pain.
This man is an anomaly. Hard yet soft in all the right places, and I can’t get enough of it.
Of him.
And that’s a problem I’ll worry about later, much later… specifically, when his mouth isn’t on my body.
After giving what he deems is sufficient attention to one side, he moves to my other nipple, repeating his movements until I’m squirming, until I’m pressing my thighs together to dull the ache that’s formed between them.
When he starts walking me backward, I trip over my backpack, which I tossed to the floor, stumbling slightly.
“Sorry,” I say with a laugh, and he shoots me his signature, playful grin that makes my insides warm.
That makes those silly butterflies flutter incessantly in the pit of my stomach.
He disarms me so easily with a grin and his ridiculously talented mouth that it’s kind of alarming.
How easily he seems to push past the walls that I’ve had surrounding the most important parts of me for so long.
I’m not the girl who gets butterflies.
But with him… I guess I am.
I feel his lips ghost along mine, a whisper of a kiss, before his voice drops low and he murmurs, “Missed you, Mer Bear.”
I press my fingers into his side and pinch lightly, which only makes him chuckle.
It’s been a few days since we’ve seen each other because of my work schedule and him preparing for an out-of-state conference that he’s going to be leaving for in the next few days, so we’ve really only texted.
“Missed you too, Goalie,” I whisper back, wishing that my stupid heart would stop the wild thrashing.
He stares at me for a beat, his eyes bouncing between mine, and it feels somehow more intimate than moments ago when his mouth was on my body.
I don’t know what to make of that or if I should try to.
When I take a step back, his grip on my hips tightens, not letting me go. Then he slides his hands down over my outer thighs and to the curve of my ass, where he lifts me off my feet and carries me over to my bed, tossing me onto the top.
Crawling over me, he flattens his hands on the mattress beside my head, and his hard, unyielding body lowers until he’s flush against me.
“You know what I haven’t been able to stop thinking about all week?” He moves down my body, holding my eyes intently. “How bad I need to taste your pussy. To feel you come on my tongue.”
I lift a brow as his head dips, and he leaves a hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss at the curve of my breast, followed by another lingering kiss at the center of my chest, nuzzling his face eagerly against my tits.
He drags his nose along my nipple before nipping at the tip, making my back arch up from the bed.
“So… tasting is okay… okay n-now?” I manage between sharp intakes of breath as he licks and sucks and nips at my tits, my nipples, all over my overly sensitive, heated skin. “It wouldn’t be breaking the rules?”
When his tongue dips into my belly button, circling and dragging lower, my toes curl, and I almost forget the question entirely.
I think we’re both well aware of how this line continues to be pushed back because we’re too desperate for each other to stop.
At first, he doesn’t answer, just continues his languid descent down my stomach, dragging his tongue along my skin.
Only when he makes it to the place where my shorts start does he pause.
“Tasting is definitely fucking okay.” The words are rasped against my skin as he slips his fingers into the waistband and drags them down my hips in one smooth tug. With finesse that I absolutely do not possess, he untangles them from my legs and tosses them somewhere in my room.
I shiver as the cool air hits the damp front of my panties, and my breath catches. I was already feeling overstimulated, and with Bennett’s proximity, my skin feels like it’s on fire.
I lift onto my elbows and look down at him, finding his hooded gaze fixed on the apex of my thighs.
He licks his lips, the hungry, nearly feral look on his face making him seem like he’s the big, bad wolf and I’m the prey that he’s captured.
He leans forward and drags his nose along the front of my panties, taking a long, deep inhale, followed by a long groan that vibrates against my pussy. My clit throbs in response, my body well aware of how easily I could come apart at the seams for him.
My God, he’s literally smelling my pussy, and instead of being worried that he’s so close to the most intimate part of me, I’m more turned on than I have ever been in my life.
“You smell so goddamn good, Merritt.” He groans again, this time somewhere deep in his chest, a ragged sound that I not only hear but feel.
“Do you know how many times I’ve fucked my fist since you came apart on my cock?
How I thought about sniffing my fucking sweatpants like a weirdo because I wanted to smell you.
Fuck, do you know how insane I feel right now with the way I want you? ”
My heart thunders behind my ribs, and I swallow roughly, biting the inside of my lip to stop the giddy smile that’s threatening to break free.
I probably shouldn’t love hearing how desperate he is for me as much as I do, but it sends a spark of thrill and anticipation down my spine.
It feels… good to know that I’m not the only one who’s feeling this way.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, smirking. “Then what are you waiting for, Goalie?”
Bennett’s eyes flare, along with his nostrils, as the corner of his mouth lifts. A look of something darker passes through his eyes, smoldering, and I hold my breath, waiting for him to make good on the insanity that he’s promising.
A second later, that breath rushes out of me when his large hands curl around my waist, and he flips me onto my stomach with startling speed, hovering over me until I feel his warm breath ghosting against my ear.
His cock presses against the curve of my ass, and my hips lift off the mattress, pushing back against his erection, desperate to feel him hard and needy against the ache he created.
A whimper spills past my lips when the heat and heaviness of his body disappears. I feel him shifting behind me, and suddenly, he grasps my hips, hauling my ass into the air. With my cheek still pressed into the mattress, I glance back at him.
His gaze is focused between my legs, and his eyes have just… darkened impossibly more, an inky blue like the deepest parts of the ocean.
I’ve always thought that term was stupid, eyes “darkening” when I read the phrase while devouring fanfiction on AO3. I remember thinking to myself, what even is that? How do eyes darken?
Until now. Until I just watched in real time Bennett’s eyes darkening as he kneels behind me and stares at my pussy like he’s going to worship at an altar.
Reaching forward, he slowly palms the globes of my ass, squeezing and kneading, and I can’t help but sink back into his touch. Every nerve ending in my body has come alive.
“This ass. Jesus fuck… I can’t stop thinking about it.” His heady, desire-filled words wrap around me as I watch him staring at me with hunger flaring. “You’ve possessed me, Merritt. All I can fucking think about is you.”
Warmth blooms inside me, pooling in my core.
He lifts his hand and brings it down on my ass in a sharp, quick slap that has heat rushing to the surface and a surprised cry tumbling out of my mouth. Not in pain but in delicious pleasure that I was not at all anticipating.