Page 52 of Long for Me
Chapter Seventeen
Rebecca
Damn it, damn it, damn it. He drove me crazy. The felt from the table abraded my nipples, scratching the hardened points every time I shifted.
Which I couldn’t do much of anyway.
Every time he touched me, I tensed, waiting for more, but he wasn’t being harsh. His gentle kisses and touches were almost worse than the pain he so easily delivered.
“My dick’s been hard for you since this morning. Later, you’re going to get on your knees and take my dick down your throat, like you begged for earlier. Do you want that?”
His fingers slid through my pussy and I jumped. “Please.”
He entered me harshly, but it didn’t matter. I was soaking wet, primed and ready for him. Two fingers thrusting into me wasn’t nearly enough to quell the stampede racing through me. I moaned as he pressed his thumb to my clit, massaging it harshly until I was arching into him, my hips bucking for more.
“What would you like now?”
“I need to come, please.”
He laughed huskily and deep against the back of my neck. His chest pressed against my back. My arms, tied behind me, were trapped between us as he pressed me harder against the pool table. I grazed his lower abdomen with my fingers, the only part of him I could touch.
“Sometime this week,” he groaned in my ear. His dick pushed against my crease, sliding toward my entrance and then back, “You’re going to the doctor and getting tested. I will, too. I want to take you bare and sink my dick into your wet heat. You with me on this?”
“I’m clean. I had a test months ago, after the last time I was with anyone.”
“You on the pill?”
His thumb on my clit was doing delicious things, circles and the perfect amount of pressure driving me to the brink of distraction. He pinched it and I squealed. “Yes, yes, I’m on the pill.”
His hand left my clit and my pussy and then his dick was there, gathering my wetness around his tip. “Do you trust me? I’m clean, too.”
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust you.”
“Jesus, Rebecca. I’ll prove it to you with a test anyway.” His forehead pressed against the back of my shoulder. He kissed across my back to the nape of my neck, lifting my hair and massaging my scalp. “You’re so fucking perfect for me. Don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m fucking thankful.”
My heart rioted against my chest. His words. How did he always know the right thing to say?
“Gonna fuck you now. Come as often as you need to. Just make sure you’re screaming my name when you do. Got it?”
“Oh, God.”
The heat of his chest against mine disappeared and a stinging smack landed on my ass. I groaned, arching my back. “Hell, you love this shit.”
I did. I rubbed my cheek along the felt, as I tried to nod. He didn’t need an answer. Thrusting forward, he drove his hard dick into me so harshly I flew to my tiptoes. His hands clamped around my shoulders. He fucked me relentlessly, pulling me back to him. His hips snapped forward, the tip of his dick running against my G-spot andholy freaking shit. Without a condom, he seemed larger, harder, a rod of steel he continued to fuck me with while I cried out beneath him from the glorious pleasure.
“Bennett!” I cried as my pussy clamped around him and my orgasm shot through me. My body quaked and I lost all sense of time. His groans and my whimpers filled the room, the sound of our wild sex.
“Fuck, yes, Rebecca. Give it to me, give me all of you.”
How terrifying. I had to find a way to keep something from him. He could never have my heart but somehow, he was trying to worm himself in with his hard fucking and gentle looks and professional praises.
I’d think about it later, when I could think straight.
My hands touched his stomach again, barely-there brushes of his skin was all I could reach and then the heat from his body disappeared.
One hand went to my shoulder, the other to my hip and he yanked me up so my back was to his chest.
“Oh my God.” The new position sent him deeper, tightened my still clenching pussy. My head fell back to his shoulder as he continued plundering into me, setting me on fire from the inside out.
