by Elle Kennedy
He dipped his head and brushed a soft kiss over her lips. Her attempt at backing away was futile. He only moved one hand to her head and threaded his fingers through her damp hair, holding her in place.
“Let me stay with you,” he whispered into her mouth.
“No.”
He licked her lower lip. Captured it with his teeth, nibbling, suckling.
She gave an involuntary moan.
Grinning, Ben pulled back. “C’mon, babe,” he said with a teasing note to his sexy voice. “You know you don’t want me to leave.”
An argument reached her lips, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out.
“You came to that hotel because you needed a release,” he continued. “I can give you that release.”
She shifted, trying to ease off his lap, but all she succeeded in doing was rubbing against his crotch, which hardened instantly.
“Forget about Tony. I’ll give you all the sex you crave and more.”
Her cheeks grew pink and finally she found her voice. “I’m not some virgin you need to deflower.”
“I don’t want to deflower you. I want to fuck you.” His voice took on a seductive tinge. “Eight days. For the next eight days I’ll fuck your brains out, Maggie. Anything you want me to do to you, I’ll do. Anytime you want it, you’ll have it.”
Oh God. His words sent bolts of lightning down her spine and straight to her pussy. She’d already come twice today, but suddenly she was aching for release again. How did he manage to do this to her, send her into a state of such mindless lust?
“And all you have to do in return,” he finished, “is let me stay here. The way I see it—” his tongue darted out and dragged along her bottom lip, “—you definitely get the better end of the stick, babe.”
“You don’t play fair,” she murmured.
“Like I said, never have.” Then he slid his hands underneath her shirt and cupped her braless breasts.
A jolt of pleasure torpedoed into her.
“So, what’ll it be, Mags?”
She almost purred as he stroked each breast with his palms and then tweaked her nipples playfully.
“All you’ve gotta do is give me a place to stay and you have your very own boy toy,” he added with an arch of his brows. “You know it’s a damn good deal.”
It was hard to think with his hands on her tits, but for the life of her, she couldn’t shrug them away. They felt too good against her flushed skin, the feel of his hard cock between her legs too damn tantalizing.
“Ground rules,” she managed to choke out.
The words surprised her. Ground rules? Was she actually agreeing to this?
“Let’s hear them,” he said with a sigh.
She struggled for breath, gasping when he pinched one nipple with his fingers. Damn him. Didn’t he know that by doing that to her he was turning her brain into mush? From the faint grin on his face, he definitely knew.
“You don’t interfere with my job,” she found herself saying. “And you don’t interrupt me when I’m studying.”
“Done. Is that it?”
She made a frantic attempt to think of more rules, but none came to mind. Shit. This was way too easy—for him. All he’d had to do was dangle the sex carrot under her nose and she was ready to take a chunk out of it. There should’ve been a dozen reasons why letting Ben stay with her was a bad, bad idea, but somehow all those reasons eluded her. It didn’t help that he was still fondling her breasts and it definitely didn’t help that her pussy was so wet, her panties were completely soaked.
And yet the excitement coursing through her gave her pause. Was her roommate right? Was her life so focused on work and school that she’d really lost touch with the rest of the world? Was she really anti-fun?
God, she hoped not. She didn’t want to be that woman. The one who let her entire life pass her by only to wake up one day and realize she’d missed out.
You have sex twice a year! Of course you’re missing out!
She tried to shut out that annoying voice, but it was difficult to ignore the truth. Besides, a few orgasms a year really couldn’t be healthy, could it? Didn’t her body deserve a week of orgasmic delights? Movie star or not, a hot guy was offering to be her boy toy, for fuck’s sake. How in her right mind could she turn that down?
“Maggie?” His rough voice broke through her conflicting thoughts.
She glanced down, realizing his hands were still under her shirt, his fingers still caressing her painfully hard nipples and his erection still pressed against her unbelievably wet pussy.
Opening her mouth, she sucked in a breath and said, “Eight days, Barrett. Don’t complicate my life.”
“And the sex?”
A whisper of a smile tugged at her mouth. “Like you said, anything I want, anytime I want it.” She wiggled her lower body into his and added, “Starting now.”
Without a word, Ben followed Maggie down the hall, barely able to conceal his smile of satisfaction. He waited while she stepped into the bathroom, then returned with a small box of condoms in her hands. Oh yeah. No question who’d won the battle. Hell, make that the entire fucking war. Not only had he managed to secure himself a place to stay—one out of the prying eyes of the press—he’d convinced Maggie to go to bed with him. Not an easy feat, considering she was obviously a workaholic who viewed sex as a complication.
It still amazed him, how Maggie managed to get by with only a couple of sexual trysts a year.
Fortunately, he was here to fix that.
They reached her bedroom, and he stood in the doorway for a second, the smile finally reaching his lips when he saw Maggie flop down on the bed and lie on her back. She was wearing a loose cotton tank top and a pair of baggy sweatpants, hardly an outfit that screamed seduction, but something about the casual attire turned him on. He liked that she didn’t go to great lengths to doll herself up. The way she dressed reflected that no-nonsense attitude he got from her.
“Come here,” she said, her voice both throaty and apprehensive.
He stepped closer, reaching for the hem of his T-shirt then pulling the material over his head. Her eyes widened, just a little, at the sight of his bare chest, and his cock jerked in response. No matter how annoying she claimed to find him, she couldn’t deny her attraction and they both knew it.
Unzipping his jeans, he slid them down his legs and kicked them aside.
She raised one delicate brow. “No boxers?”
“I have to go shopping for clothes tomorrow.”
“You don’t need clothes. You’re much more attractive naked.”
He held his hand to his heart and shot her a mock smile. “Why, Maggie, was that a compliment?”
“Unfortunately.” She released a little sigh. “I should’ve known better. Your ego’s big enough already.”
He approached the bed, frowning when she made no move to undress. “Take off your clothes already,” he grumbled. “I feel at a disadvantage.”
“Take them off for me. You’re the boy toy, remember?” She shot him a mischievous grin. “Besides, if you want to stay here, you need to earn the room and board.”
He couldn’t stop a chuckle. Damn, he liked sassy women. He liked this one in particular, but he suspected that was because she wasn’t deliberately trying to be sassy. She simply was.
“C’mon, Mr. Movie Star. Let’s see what you’ve got,” she taunted.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Yep. And at the moment you’re definitely not meeting it.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes narrowing. “You realize you won’t be this smug when I’m through with you?”
Before she could answer, he leaned forward and grasped the waistband of her sweatpants. Very, very slowly, he rolled the material down her smooth legs, brushing his fingertips along every inch of skin that he revealed. He heard her breath hitch and fought a smile. No matter how much she pretended to be in control, he knew that all it would take was one touch, one soft
lick to her pussy, and she’d be a moaning, trembling mess again.
He threw the pants on the floor before focusing his attention on her tank top. Instead of removing it though, he simply lowered his head to her chest and kissed her breasts through the shirt. The kiss left a wet spot on the material and caused both her nipples to poke out eagerly.
“Let’s get this off,” she said, her hands fumbling for the hem of her top.
“No.”
He grabbed both her hands with one of his and shoved her wrists over her head, clasping them with his fingers, tightly, so she couldn’t move. Dipping his head again, he rubbed his mouth over her covered chest then bit one of her nipples. She flinched, but he knew he hadn’t hurt her, the glazed look in her eyes telling him that she most certainly enjoyed the rough way his teeth had captured the rigid bud. He continued to nibble, his tongue pulsing with the need to slide underneath the thin shirt and taste her flesh. But not yet.
Not until she begged for it.
Maybe it made him a pompous ass, but he wanted this woman to beg. She might’ve agreed to let him stay at her place, might’ve agreed to hop into bed with him, but her reluctance had been written all over her pretty face. Again she’d acted like she was doing him the favor, and he found himself desperate to prove to her that their attraction went both ways. That she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
Still holding her wrists against the headboard, he slid his other hand up her body and cupped one perky breast. He squeezed, hard, enjoying the little whimper of distress she gave. Minute after minute ticked by, but still he made no move to rip off her shirt, instead teasing her breasts and kissing her distended nipples until she squirmed beneath him.
“Please,” she finally wheezed out.
He poked his tongue in his cheek and lifted his head to meet her agitated green eyes. “Please what?”
“Please take my shirt off.”
“Anything else?” he asked pleasantly.
He saw the cloud of desire and irritation on her face, knew it was hard for her to admit her arousal to him. She surprised him, though. With a strangled groan, she sucked in a long breath then blurted, “Fuck me, Ben. Please.”
It was all he needed to hear.
With a groan of his own, he tore the tank top off her body. Literally tore it, the thin straps snapping between his fingers. He threw the torn garment aside and pressed his mouth to those delectable tits, feasting on each firm mound. He didn’t think he’d ever get his fill, but the heat of her pussy against his groin was too hard to ignore.
Sucking one nipple deep in his mouth, he hooked his thumb under the waistband of her panties and pushed them down. He cupped her, moaning when her juices coated his palm.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he choked out.
“You seem to make that happen. A lot.”
He bristled at her forlorn tone. “Don’t act like you don’t love how wet I make you.”
As if to prove his point, he shoved one finger deep inside her warm, tight cunt and was instantly rewarded with another gush of moisture. His mouth tingled, his tongue suddenly aching with the need to taste this woman again. Releasing her wrists, he planted one last kiss to her breasts and slid down her body until his head was positioned between her thighs.
His tongue traveled along one thigh, licking the smooth skin before dragging toward her clit. Her soft moans drove him wild, lit his entire body on fire, but he managed to hold on to his restraint. He laved her clit with his tongue, continuing to move that one finger in and out of her tight hole.
Maggie gave a breathy whimper as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her swollen bud, and when he began to suck on it, she shuddered, almost violently. He lifted his head, grinning at the sexual heat he saw flashing in her eyes. He skimmed his tongue along her damp labia, adding another finger into the mix and beginning a lazy, sensual rhythm that caused a low moan to escape her lips. Pleased with her reaction, he continued to explore that sweet pussy, enjoying the way she arched her hips to allow him greater access. When he saw her hands clawing at the sheets and heard the desperation lacing her moans, he finally quickened the pace, slid a third finger inside her, and she promptly toppled over the edge.
She came hard, and just listening to her hoarse moans and feeling the erotic tremors that vibrated through her body made his cock twitch with anticipation.
He gave her some time to recover, his head resting on her thigh, his heart pounding like a jackhammer. When he finally felt her orgasm subside, he slid his way up her body, kissed her hard on the mouth and guided his cock to her wet opening. She quickly shifted before he could enter her, wiggling out from under him and pushing him onto his back.
“My turn,” she murmured.
“Didn’t you just have your turn?” he murmured back.
“Just shut up and enjoy this.”
His blood surged as her fingertips grazed his neck, his heart pounding even faster when he noticed the wicked gleam in her eyes. The image of what she’d done to him in the shower, with her mouth, her tongue, her hands, floated into his head and his cock began to ache. He was so turned on he didn’t think he could handle another one of her blow jobs, no matter how incredible it was.
“Don’t worry, I’ll stop before you come,” she said in a sexy whisper, as if she’d read his mind.
A second later, her mouth clamped down on his neck. She sucked on his skin, the pressure of her lips causing a shiver to sizzle down his spine and grab hold of his balls. Closing his eyes, he lost himself to sensation, to the feel of Maggie’s lips trailing wet kisses along his skin. Her mouth traveled down to his chest, where she nibbled on one flat nipple, then down to his stomach, where she licked the line of hair leading down to his crotch. When she finally reached his cock, he was harder than ever and so close to exploding he could barely move.
One lick, one soft kiss to his pre-come-soaked tip, was all he was willing to allow. Any more and he’d be shooting his load in her mouth, when all he wanted to do was bury his cock inside her wet heat.
Laughing quietly, she put him out of his misery and climbed back up, straddling him with her long legs. “You’re close, aren’t you, Ben?” She leaned toward the nightstand and reached for one of the condoms in the box she’d placed there.
“What the hell do you think?” he growled. His cock twitched as she covered it with a condom.
Her laugh deepened, a melodic sound that made his erection harden even more, if that was humanly possible. “I expect my boy toys to possess stamina,” she said with mock disapproval.
Before he could respond with a comeback, she sucked the breath right out of his lungs by impaling herself onto his dick. White-hot pleasure sliced into him like a knife.
“Still close?” she teased.
He managed a nod, and then lifted his head in an attempt to kiss her.
Like the teasing vixen she was, she shifted her head so his lips connected with her cheek, and then made a tsking sound with her tongue. “None of that,” she said. “I’m still having my way with you.”
She dipped her head and pressed her mouth to his jaw, planting light, barely-there kisses along his skin. Nibbling on his earlobe, she ground her lower body against his but didn’t ride him the way he wanted her to, just rotated her hips slightly. When he made another attempt to kiss her, she allowed it, but this time her tongue was in charge, exploring his mouth with precision.
He groaned, the guttural sound filling the bedroom, and Maggie broke the kiss with a faint grin. “You know,” she mused, “I recall you telling me I wouldn’t be so smug once you had your way with me…and yet I’m still feeling pretty damn smug.”
“Yeah, what about now?”
Without giving her time to react, he dug his fingers into her hips and thrust upwards, driving his cock deeper inside her.
She gasped, her eyes wide with pleasure and surprise. “Now…I’m feeling less smug,” she admitted, then cried out when he gave another hard thrust.
“And now?”
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br /> “Now…I’m…oh God…” Her eyes had glazed over and she looked like she was struggling to speak.
He lifted his hips off the bed again.
“And now?”
She gave a breathy moan. “Now I just want to fuck you.”
And she did. She rode him so hard he could barely see straight, her pussy clamped so tightly over his dick he was almost in pain from the pleasure swirling inside him.
He locked her gaze with his and watched as her expression changed from aroused to blissful, and then she was coming again, her inner muscles squeezing his cock and triggering a climax so intense his vision became hazy.
With one last shudder, the wave crashed and subsided, leaving them limp. Maggie collapsed on top of him, her breasts crushed against his damp chest, her breathing ragged.
After a moment she moved off him and lay flat on her back, her gorgeous breasts rising and falling with each breath. He stayed quiet, trying to control his own breathing, trying to recover from the body-numbing orgasm that had just crashed into him like a hurricane.
“So anytime I want it?” she finally murmured.
He found himself laughing again. “That’s what I promised, didn’t I?”
“Good.” She rolled over, pressed her face against his chest and promptly fell asleep in his arms.
Chapter Seven
“You look strange,” Trisha said matter-of-factly when Maggie walked into the Olive the next evening.
Feeling her cheeks grow warm, Maggie met her friend’s curious gaze. “Strange?”
“Yeah. Are you sick? You’re kinda flushed.”
It didn’t surprise her that she looked flushed. She felt flushed. Before she’d left the apartment to come to work, Ben had worked his magic on her again, once with that wicked tongue of his, the second time with that thick cock she couldn’t seem to get enough of. For a moment she was tempted to tell Trisha all about it, but quickly quelled that urge. If Trisha found out she was currently shacked up with a movie star, the entire world would know about it in a matter of minutes.
So all she said was, “Maybe I’m getting sick.”