“Nuh-uh,” I murmur, locking my hands behind his head to hold him to me, hoping that he continues with his slow, sensual licks and tiny nips on my over sensitized flesh.
“This is all for me then?” He gestures at the hardened nipples he’s now plucking at.
“Yessssss…” The word is torn from me as he goes back to lavishing attention on my breasts, my back arched to give him free rein.
“You like that?” he asks, his voice roughened by desire. He palms and kneads before plucking my nipple, the pleasure pain making me rock against him with more urgency. I should be embarrassed by my reaction, but I’m not. I want to come so badly, and Benny must know it because he deftly undoes the strings holding my bathing suit bottoms on, tugging it so that it slides through my pussy, touching all the parts of me that are throbbing for a release and eliciting a moan from low in my throat.
“I don’t have a condom with me, Smalls, but I’m going to make you feel good, I promise.” He groans against my nipple when he reaches between us to dip a finger into me. “So fucking hot and wet.” Working over my clit, he slips his finger deeper this time, my position on his lap making it a little difficult. Releasing my hold on him to make it easier, I lie back, floating atop the water with my legs still locked around his waist. “Fuck, Maeve.” His finger traces over the one strip of hair covering my mound. Disappearing between my folds again, he plunges into me, dragging a cry of pleasure from me. Over and over, in and out, my pleasure building higher and higher. My eyes screwed closed, my body on fire with every touch.
Without warning, he pulls me up so that we’re chest to chest again, making me whimper. “I’m so close.”
“I know, Smalls. Me too.” This time when he rocks against me, it’s not the soft cotton rubbing against my clit but the silky steel of his erection. I stiffen just slightly, but he is so in tune with my every movement that he knows. “Shhhh, I promise to keep you safe. I just want to feel you against me.” I nod, knowing it to be true and wanting to feel him just as much. He drags his mouth along my jaw until his lips find mine again, his dick sliding through my slit to bump against my clit with every thrust.
“Feels so, so, so good,” I purr as he increases his pace, his grip on my waist tighter, applying just the right amount of pressure.
“Fuck yeah, it does. I want you so fucking much, Smalls. I swear when I get you in a bed, it’s gonna be so fucking good. I’m going to fuck every inch of you.” His voice is barely audible over the sound of the water smacking against my skin and my heartbeat thundering through my ears. I had no idea until this minute that I liked dirty talk, but I do. I so do. His words have me rolling my hips at a faster pace, grinding harder, and panting with my need to come. I’ve never had any orgasm that wasn’t self-inflicted, so I’ve clearly been missing out and messing around with the wrong guys. With one roll of my hips and one rock of his, I’m exploding, the stars behind my lids a meteor shower compared to the sparkles of the ones earlier. My mouth falls open as I breathlessly pant out my pleasure, my limbs as fluid as the water around us.
“Fucking fuck, Maeve.” He joins me moments later, hissing my name out between his teeth, grunting as he comes. His motions slow, my head dropping to his shoulder as I take deep breaths.
After several moments, our breathing has returned to normal. Benny’s hands continue to roam over the exposed skin of my back. Goose bumps erupt with every pass, and a shiver slips up my spine.
“Now you’re cold.” He shifts us lower in the warm water.
“Not cold, felt nice.” My tongue feels thick. I’m exhausted all of a sudden, orgasms clearly take a lot out of you.
“I should be embarrassed about what just went down, Smalls, but I’m not. Not even a little.” His arms come around me, swallowing my small frame, and he places kisses along my shoulder. I like this soft side of Benny. Again, he has a way of making me feel safe, protected…his.
“I’m a little embarrassed,” I admit. And I am. But not because of what we did or how I reacted to his touch.
He pulls back a bit to look down at me as best as he can with me buried in his neck. “Don’t be embarrassed. It was so hot. You’re so hot,” Benny tells me, the sincerity there in his tone.
“It was hot. But now I have to try to gracefully climb off you and figure out a way to put my suit back on. Like should you close your eyes? Look away?” I’m dead serious and legit; this is what is swirling around in my mind amidst my post-orgasm glow. “And do I thank you? I should, right? I should thank you for my first real orgasm because that’s a big deal. I’m totally rambling now like a crazy person.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Benny laughs. “Slow your roll, Smalls. First, I am not closing my eyes or turning away. I’ve already seen it all, and I’m going to see it all again. Promise you that. Second, I’ll get you a towel to wrap up in, and you don’t even have bother with the suit,” he says with the all the logic and practicality I seem to be lacking at the moment. “And what do you mean, your first real orgasm?” He tries again to get a look at my face, this time prying me from my hiding spot in his neck. “Please tell me you’re not a virgin, Maeve.” The look of fear and mild horror on his face is almost comical. “I mean, it’s one thing to fuck around with you behind your brother’s back, but it’s another thing to fuck around with his virgin sister.” With a low groan, he leans his head back against the edge of the pool.
Deciding I should put him out of his misery, I poke him in the stomach, making him curl in on himself a bit. He wasn’t expecting the jab. “Now who needs to slow their roll, little drama llama?”
“Don’t bring Millie into this,” he mumbles, making me giggle.
“Don’t worry, neither of my siblings are here, and neither are going to find out about this.” I don’t know what to call what we just did. I don’t want to put a label on anything. “Whatever happens in Arizona stays in Arizona. We’ll have our fun while we’re here, then when we get home…” I trail off, not trying to ruin the moment. “And I’m not a virgin so you can stop worrying,” I reassure him. His head pops up quick enough to bump mine. “Ouch.”
“Sorry, Smalls.” He rubs the tender spot. “So you’re not a virgin?”
I shake my head, trying not to focus on the fact that he didn’t agree with the whole “fun” part of our little talk.
“What did you mean then? You’ve smashed and not got off?” He looks stunned when I nod with a shrug of my shoulders. “Like once?”
A laugh escapes me at his incredulity, “No. Not once. I’ve just never had anyone able to.”
“But you’ve had one before, right?” The concern marring his brow is touching and making this just a little less mortifying. But not by much.
“I have, but not with anyone.” I don’t know how else to say it without actually saying out loud that the only time I’ve ever orgasmed was from masturbating.
“Not with anyone?” He looks genuinely confused, and then he finally gets it. “Ooohhh. So you can get yourself off plenty, but the boys you’ve been fucking can’t get the job done.” He looks smug as hell right now. “Clearly, you haven’t been hooking up with the right guys.”
I don’t like him saying that. I admitted the same thing to myself only minutes ago, but something about hearing Benny say it doesn’t sit well with me. Maybe because I don’t like the whole kiss and tell thing, and maybe it’s that I’m not used to talking to the guy I’m with about the other guys I’ve been with. Benny has no limits. He’s made that clear on more than one occasion. “Can we be done talking about this now?” I know that my face, neck, and chest have to be fifty shades of red right now. The feeling of heat has moved from all my happy girlie parts to my upper half and turned to embarrassment. His brow is creased again, but this time, it looks more like anger.
“Yeah, we can.” Could it be that talking about me with other guys makes him mad? That should irritate me more than excite me, but I’m feeling pretty damn giddy about it. He places a kiss on my forehead and swings me off his lap
and onto the ledge next to him. “Let me grab us some towels.” I watch in appreciation as he pulls himself out of the pool, his muscles bunching and rippling, the water cascading over the tanned, taut skin. Unabashedly, he walks over to the towel cart and grabs one, rubbing it over his chest and head, down his torso before knotting it at his waist. The whole time, my gaze followed the path of the white cotton appreciatively. Carrying a stack of towels, he pads back my way, stopping in front of me with an outstretched hand. “Come on, Smalls. Let’s get you out of there before you turn all pruney.” He smiles down at me with a wicked gleam in his pretty blue eyes. There was no way he was gonna close his eyes. I can’t blame him; I enjoyed the view he afforded me.
On a sigh, I take his hand, pretending to be as bold and confident as Benny is, and allow him to help me from the pool. He winks at me after his slow perusal and wraps me in the warm towel before I catch a chill. “See, that wasn’t so bad.” He stoops to pick up my suit and his clothes, wadding them up together before taking my hand in his and leading me to the door. “I’m not sure if your sister is still messing around with whoever is in your room, but you’re staying in mine tonight.”
“Benny, I cannot stay in your room!” I nearly shriek.
“Shhh, you’re gonna wake people,” he scolds as we make our way down the hall to the elevator. “I’ll have you back to your room before practice in the morning, Maeve. I’m not nearly done with you. Especially not after that bomb you dropped on me.” Benny shakes his head. “If you think I’m sending you back to your room thinking that you know what a real orgasm feels like after that half-assed shit in the pool,” he says, jerking his thumb back the way we came, “you’re crazy, baby.”
“Benn—”
“Smalls, if you do it right, fucking is a sport, and I’m an athlete. A goddamn gold star type. That was only the first period. We still have two periods and an intermission left before the night is over.” His words are punctuated with the dinging of the elevator. Hurriedly, I follow him. After that speech and his vivid analogy, I am all about letting Benny Hayes score. Repeatedly.
Benny
True to my word, I made sure that Smalls made it to practice on time. Both of us looked a little rough from lack of sleep, but she wasn’t late. Now, as I wait for the girls to come out of the locker room, I’m wondering how much sleep we would actually get if I brought Maeve back to my room for a nap. My guess is none. Not when I know what she tastes like. Can still smell her on my skin since I didn’t have time to shower before the first game this morning. It was either shower and be late or go smelling like sex and Maeve Sexton. I chose the latter. I’m leaning against the wall when my phone dings with a text message. Pulling it out I curse under my breath. Levi.
Sexy: What’s up, bro? How are my sisters?
Benny: Hey, man. They’re fine
Sexy: Heard Maeve got hurt, she good?
Benny: Yeah, it was a nasty hit. Enforcer style!
The hit really was something right out of a hockey game.
Sexy: Damn. She’s ok, though?
Benny: Yeah, Hannah’s here taking care of the team. Maeve is back on the field today.
Sexy: Thatta girl. How about Millie, she giving you shit?
Benny: She tried. Maeve keeps her in line. She fucking hates me, though.
Sexy: Sounds about right. You smashing all the other softball players or what?
How do I answer that? “Yeah bro, I’m smashing the hell out of your little sister actually.” Not sure that would go over really well.
Benny: Or what lol. Getting in a lot of ice time. I’ll be ready for practice as soon as I get home.
I know changing the subject to hockey will get Levi off the topic of who I’m fucking and not fucking.
Sexy: That’s what I like to hear. See you in a few.
Honestly, I feel some level of guilt, but it lasts all of three seconds and vanishes without a trace when I see Maeve coming my way, her teammates close behind. We agreed not to let them know about us either. For one, her sister would throw a damn fit, and for two, the less people who know, the better. This way nobody can slip in front of Levi. But not kissing the smile off her face right now might be the hardest thing I’ve done all day.
“Hey, girls.” I say girls, but I’m looking at Maeve. Her hair is down and wavy, her nose and cheeks pink from the sun but still not able to hide her freckles. She has a pair of dark jeans on with little rips and tears giving me flashes of skin, and a black shirt that stops right at her rib cage, leaving her stomach bare. I’m fairly certain she’s trying to torture me with all this skin that I can’t touch. She’s usually dressed way more comfortably after her long day on the field.
“You don’t have to babysit us. We’re actually going out,” Millie says. She, Kenna, and Lakyn are dressed a little differently than Maeve. More like they are going clubbing.
“Where you girls off to?” I ask, my brows raised in question. Again, I say girls, but I’m asking Maeve.
“Well, they’re going out with Josh and some of their friends. I’ve decided not to go. I’m going to get a coffee and then going back to the hotel,” Maeve answers, doing her best to seem nonchalant when I can see she’s just as chill as I am, which is not at all.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna come?” Kenna asks. “I swear I won’t let that guy Shane bother you again.” I let a little grunt slip out before I can stop myself. “What? I would!” she insists.
“I believe you, Ken.” She wouldn’t have to, though, because if Maeve decided to go out with her girls and the Delta guys, so was I.
“No. That’s okay. I’m actually looking forward to just relaxing. I didn’t get much sleep last night.” I’m not sure if anyone else notices the blush creeping onto her face, but I do, and I’m here for it. It just tells me that Maeve is thinking about all the ways I kept her awake last night.
Millie mistakes her sister’s comment as a dig on the fact that she locked her out last night to hook up with whoever she was hooking up with. “Sorry about that, sissy. Josh and I fell asleep,” she says sheepishly.
“Where did you end up anyway?” Lakyn asks almost suspiciously.
I cross my arms over my chest. “Yeah, Smalls. Where did you sleep last night?” I watch her squirm a bit. She clearly hasn’t thought this through. Maybe I should come to her rescue, but this is too much fun.
We’re all watching her now, waiting for an answer. I am not prepared for what tumbles out of her mouth in a rushed ramble, and neither is anyone else. “I stayed with Benny in his room and let him do filthy things to me, and if any of you tell Levi, I’ll never talk to you again. I mean it!” Not waiting for a response, she stalks off in the direction of the coffee shop, head held high with a swish in her hips. I can’t hide the smile that slips over my lips as I watch her go. At the silence behind me, I turn to see the Lakyn, Kenna, and Millie all three standing there dumfounded. With a shrug, I set off after Maeve, thrilled not to have to pretend that’s not exactly where I’m going.
* * *
“I thought for sure you would take me to play hockey,” Smalls says as she places her neon pink golf ball down and lines up her shot.
“Just figured you didn’t know how to play, and seriously, who doesn’t love putt-putt golf?” I watch as her ball rolls down the green turf and through the windmill paddles to land on the other side near the hole.
Maeve laughs. “I’ve been skating since I was three and playing hockey with Levi since forever. He would tape pillows to Millie and me and put us in the goal and just shoot on us for hours and hours. It was torture, really, and probably the reason we didn’t follow in his footsteps and play hockey.” She leans on her club and watches as I take my turn. “Honestly, I think we broke my dad’s heart a little.”
My ball on the tee I mimic her stance and lean against my club, “I’ve seen your dad at your games and your brother’s. I’m pretty sure he’s not disappointed in any of you. Plus, you’re a beast on the field, Smalls. If he was heartbroken e
ven a little, he’s over that shit by now.” I take my shot, my ball whizzing past the moving paddle and sinking right into the cup. “Hole in one, baby. Happy Gilmore style.” I walk over and pluck my ball out to make room for her to take her shot.
“Stupid hockey players. Shouldn’t be allowed to play golf,” she mumbles as she taps her ball and watches it fall into the hole.
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