The contact electrifies me, but it’s not just it. I guess he’s for real. I thought maybe he’s pretending to be a fanboy because he wanted to get in my pants, but no one can fake the spark I can see flickering in his pretty green eyes.
It’s annoying. I mean, not only is he the hottest piece of meat I’ve seen in a while, but he’s also a legitimate RS fan and seems to be into me. The combination is making my heart flutter in weird ways and my stomach fill with butterflies, and I just can’t have that. I am reformed, a stronger me who needs no man to make him happy. Love is a scam. All I’m after is a good fuck, so I need Mr. Potentially Perfect to stop being that, especially if there is a possibility this could turn into a friends-with-benefits long-term arrangement.
Technically, we haven’t even fucked yet, but I’ve already decided he’ll be just what I need in bed. How? I don’t know. It’s just a feeling that I have. Every casual or accidental touch between us has been fire, and now that it’s just the two of us in this small bedroom, the air has gotten heavy and charged as if a storm is about to hit us any moment now.
I snake a hand up his arm. His firm muscles tense up for a second before going pliant under me as he sucks in a sharp breath. My skin tingles, my cock jerking to attention. His hand comes to rest on my thigh, big and possessive in the way it softly presses down as his eyes zero in on my bulge.
“What are you doing, Charlie?” he rasps in a hoarse and lust-filled voice.
I shudder in delight. “What does it look like, big guy?”
He chuckles, the dark, guttural sound flooding me with even more desire. “Like you are being a naughty little thing asking for a spanking.”
“Are you offering?” I whisper into his ear, grazing the lobe with my teeth.
“I don’t know,” he breathes out, trembling as I palm his rigid cock through his clothes. He’sbig. “Am I? Do you like that kind of thing?”
“There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?”
I don’t give him the chance to respond as I push him down. He falls back, bouncing off the mattress, and I quickly straddle his hips, trapping him under me. His eyes cut to my very prominent bulge, the gleam in them intensifying. He licks his lips and crosses his arms under his head, using them to prop himself slightly up.
“You are a bossy one, aren’t you?”
The growly quality of his voice causes more sparks to dance across my skin. I need to be naked and so does he. Rolling my hips, I lean forward and prop my chin on his chest. He groansand I do, too. He’s huge compared to me. It turns me on to no end, especially because I already know how his strong arms feel around me. He can manhandle me so easily, he’s already proven it. He could do anything he wants to me.
“Why? Can’t handle me?” I tease, humping against him.
His lips curve up. “Oh, you’ve no idea how well I can handle you, baby.”
I tremble at the endearment and smile into his skin, kissing his exposed chest as my fingers work on the buttons of his shirt. “Promises, promises. I have to say I’m not impressed so far. You seem to be all talk and no—”
I’m not entirely sure what happens exactly. One second, I’m teasing his nipple with my tongue, and the next I’m pinned under him on my stomach, with my hands held above my head by one of his. It’s so huge it easily wraps around both of my wrists.
I yelp into the pillow, trying to wiggle free. It’s instinctual, a reflex as my body absorbs the shock of my sudden restraint.
“Is this more to your liking then?” Ben purrs into my ear, his mouth hot as it kisses its way down the side of my neck.
Oh, fuck yes.
When I don’t reply and only struggle again in an attempt to slip free, he snaps his hips and presses his massive erection into my crease, making me bite off a groan. Before I’ve had the chance for a snappy response, he pulls back a bit and his free hand comes down, smacking me on the ass with just enough force so I can feel a sting.
“Fuck.” I arch off the bed, tingling shocks assaulting my body.
“Good?” he grumbles behind me, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
Yes, but it could be better.
I crane my neck back and capture his gaze. “So-so. You’ll have to do way better than this, big guy, if you want to make—”
He spanks me again. My breath catches, a buzz of liquid heat spreading throughout me. My cock begs for attention, trapped under me with little room for friction. I was half-joking earlier; I’ve never been spanked. But shit, I think I kind of like it.
Folding himself on top of me, Ben finds my ear. “I love how small and sassy you are. It’s driving me crazy.”
“Yeah? Wait until you have your cock in me.”
He growls like a beast. It reverberates through my whole body, firing up nerve-endings all over. In one fluid motion, he rolls me over so I’m facing him. His eyes are even darker as they stare right into mine, the green but a thin rim around his dilated pupils.
His mouth calls out to me, wet from him having run his tongue over it. I lick my lips, my stomach twisting as his gaze drops to them.
