Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Bennett
I’ve been awake for about an hour; a small amount of light is coming through the crack in the blinds allowing me to see the woman lying next to me.
The woman who has changed everything for me.
Her blonde hair is spread out on the pillow, a riot of curls.
Her gorgeous blue eyes are currently hidden by her closed lids which are fluttering, I wonder what she’s dreaming about.
She sighs my name in her sleep and fuck if that sound doesn’t do something to me.
I woke up hard — not really a surprise for a guy, and definitely not a shocker with the blonde bombshell in my bed — but her saying my name in her sleep makes my cock damn well pulse. I need inside her again.
Careful, so as not to wake her, I pull the sheet from her body, exposing her to me. One of her legs is bent off to the side showing me her glistening slit. Whatever she’s dreaming about must be good, and I plan to make it a reality.
I gradually climb on top of her, ensuring my body is hovering over hers, not giving her any of my weight and notch the head of my cock at her cunt, slowly pushing inside her.
She moans in her sleep, but still doesn’t wake up.
Pleasure pools at the base of my spine at taking her like this, with her totally unaware that I’m fucking her.
It’s twisted, some people would say it’s sick, wrong, but for me it’s perfection.
I need her submission, I need total control, and this is the ultimate act.
The fact she trusts me enough, that her body is comfortable even in sleep to allow me to do this, means everything.
I begin to thrust into her, my strokes slow and smooth; I don’t want to wake her.
Her cunt flutters around my cock, her pleasure rising even in sleep.
I circle my hips, stimulating her clit and she clamps around me as she comes.
That does it. My orgasm shoots from me and into her, rope after rope of cum filling her.
I gently pull out of her and place a soft kiss to her lips.
As I pull away from her, my gaze pauses on her cunt and my cum currently trickling out of it.
I swipe a finger through our combined release and paint it onto her cherry lips, a little present for when she wakes.
I’m at the helm of my boat with a coffee cup in hand when I sense her behind me. I keep my gaze on the open water in front of me, interested to see how she initiates this conversation. There’s no way she doesn’t know I fucked her when she was sleeping, I left the evidence of it between her thighs.
“Good morning,” she rasps behind me, she still sounds half asleep. I turn to find her dressed in my shirt from the night before, half the buttons left undone and a coffee cup in her hand. I think it might be the most gorgeous I’ve ever seen her.
“That shirt’s yours now, you look much better in it.”
“But I like it when it smells of you,” she says lifting the collar to her nose and giving it a sniff. “Oh, and thanks for the present you left me this morning.” She smirks at me over the top of her coffee mug.
“I told you to be ready for me whenever I want you, and I have to say you were deliciously wet this morning.”
“So that’s how it’s going to be? You just have free use of me?”
“I hadn’t considered it as free use, but now you’ve mentioned it, I think that’s exactly what we’ll do.”
“Just like that? No discussion.”
“Sweetheart, I will talk through anything with you, but you have to be honest with me and yourself.”
“What do you mean?” she huffs; she really is adorable when she’s riled.
“Tell me, Peyton, when you woke up this morning and realized I’d used you while you were sleeping, that I’d filled you up with cum — and made you come, I’d like to add — did it turn you on?
Did the thought of it happening again excite you?
” Her thighs press together as I’m speaking.
She can try to fight me on what’s happening between us, but she wants this as well.
“I shouldn’t want you to do that, Bennett. I mean, I was asleep, what else could happen when I’m sleeping?”
“Don’t do that. Don’t turn this into something it’s not.
The only reason I was able to do what I did this morning is because you trust me.
Your body would have woken you up if it felt any danger, but it knows you’re safe with me.
You know you’re safe with me. I would rather cut off my own hand than hurt you.
” Her gaze meets mine, her eyes softening.
“So that’s what you want, free use of me? There has to be rules around that, surely? You can’t just fuck me against the cereal aisle in the grocery store.” I can’t help the laughter that escapes me, she thinks I’d let anyone see her like that?
“Sweetheart,” I pause, still chuckling, “you honestly think I’d let anyone see you like that? Your body, your noises, your orgasms are mine. The only reason my shirt is still on you is because there are other boats around, but mark my words, when we get to the island, clothing is not optional.”
“Oh.” I can’t help but smirk at her.
“Now, come here, I want to hold you while I’m steering us.”
Peyton
Free use.
He wants free use of me.
I didn’t think that would ever be something I would be in to, but hell if it’s not something I’m craving for him to do again, and again.
The ways I want this man, the things he has me doing are insane.
When I woke this morning to find myself sorer than I should have been from him only taking me once last night, I was shocked to realize he’d fucked me while I was sleeping — recently if the cum still leaking from me was any clue.
I didn’t get angry like I should have, nope, my first thought was how fucking hot it was that he’d taken what he wanted from me.
With any of my previous lovers, I would not have had the same reaction.
I don’t know what it is about Bennett, but he makes me crave everything with him, nothing is too much. That’s what scares me, I’m feeling too much too soon and nothing good ever comes of that. It’s going to hurt like hell when this ends, and it will, everything good always comes to an end.
“There she is,” he murmurs into my ear breaking me out of my thoughts and I look out to see a small island come into view as we round the mainland.
“That’s yours?” I breathe. It looks beautiful, I can already make out white beaches and clear waters.
“Yeah, there’s a small inlet around the other side that we’ll moor in. It’s private, quiet and great for swimming.”
“It’s beautiful.” A furry little body presses against my legs, I look down to see D’Artagnan and laugh at the contraption he’s wearing. “What have you done to him?” I’m still chuckling as I scoop him into my arms and he rubs his little head against me.
“It’s a life jacket for pets, it’s the smallest size I could get.
I didn’t want anything happening to him.
” My heart melts at his words; this man just keeps on surprising me.
Yes, he’s an asshole, yes he takes what he wants, but he’s also caring and protective and one of the best men I’ve ever met. He bought my cat a damn life jacket!
I spin around, D’Artagnan still in my arms, and smack my lips to his.
His hands settle on my hips, pulling me closer to him and pressing his hardening erection into me.
He takes over the kiss, his tongue plundering, one of his hands lifts to my head and threads through my hair, angling me how he wants.
He kisses like every kiss is the last, like he has to worship every crevice of my mouth, memorise it. He kisses like he’s staking his claim, and I’m totally here for it. He pulls back from the kiss, giving me a final peck on the lips.
“Stop distracting me,” he smiles at me. “The sooner I get us to where we’re mooring, the sooner you can get naked.”
We’re both grinning as we sail around the island towards our destination for the next three days.