How could she tell him she’d been an inexperienced twenty-year-old, more frightened than curious about the erection grinding against her through their clothes?
An erection that had seemed preposterously huge to a virginal college girl.
“I got nervous,” she whispered.
“Are you nervous now?” His eyes dropped to her mouth when he touched just the tips of his fingers to her lower lip.
She simply looked at him, the trembling in her belly growing by degrees, before she shook her head no.
“And how did Petra know you and I might want to end up together tonight?” His fingers traveled over her jaw and down her neck. He paused to finger the hollow at the base of her throat before moving to the precariously low neckline of her dress.
“She might have known I had a bit of a thing for you back in the day.”
Rachel’s breath hitched when he tucked his fingers into her dress and moved toward her breast. She shivered when the backs of his fingers grazed her nipple. His breath escaped in a rush as the fabric came free, exposing her.
Forget drawing out the moment. She wanted to rip open his pants, free his cock she could see straining against the flat front and beg him to fuck her hard and fast. Instead she stood there, arms at her side, letting him cradle her breast in his palm, his thumb brushing over the hard peak, making her tremble visibly now.
“Are you going to run away again tonight?” he asked, dragging the other strap off her shoulder. Her dress slid down her body to the floor. He took in the sight of her, naked now except for the small white lace panties and her heels, and groaned deeply.
She shook her head in response, her body reacting vividly to the sound he’d made.
“Good girl.” He reached behind his head, gripped his shirt by the collar and pulled it off in one smooth motion.
He was unbelievably gorgeous—broad-shouldered, defined but not bulky, sleek through the waist with his pants sitting low on his hips, showing nearly every inch of his taut man belly.
His hand came back up to cradle the back of her head. The other slid around her back, pressing them together, chest to chest, skin on bare skin.
A lusty sigh bubbled up out of her throat as he covered her lower lip with that beautiful mouth of his. She could taste the lime from his drink on his tongue when he touched it to her lip, prompting her to part hers and let him inside. Her whimper when he tightened his fingers in her hair, angled her head just a little and sank deep into the kiss was one of pure submission.
Merciful God in heaven, she was finally naked in Ben Richards’ arms. She could feel his heart beating through bone and hard muscle and incredibly warm skin. His long-fingered hands made her skin tingle where they spanned her back, the taut muscles of his stomach pressed flat against her softer belly.
And then she was moving backward until they were stopped by the door at her back. She clutched at the long, muscular line of his back as he pressed into her, pinning her chest with his, pulling hard on her mouth.
She couldn’t wait. She slipped her hands between their bellies and went for the waist of his pants. She didn’t want the niceties—the kissing of her breasts and obligatory taking turns touching each other, drawing out the moment. She’d spent plenty of time reliving the foreplay on the couch. It was time to get down to business.
“I don’t think so.” His voice was rough as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the door above her head. “Where do you think you’re going in such a hurry?” His dark, velvety, gray eyes glittered with amusement.
“Please, Ben.” Good Lord, she was panting.
“Please what?” He backed away just far enough that they were no longer touching. Still holding her wrists with one hand, he leaned against the door on that arm and waited for her answer.
“I want you inside of me. Now.” She arched her body toward him but he put his free hand on her belly and firmly but gently pushed her back.
“Do you?” He took a long look down the length of her body. “How much?”
A red-hot flush spread over her chest and up her neck to her face.
“Ben,” she pleaded quietly.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to finish things with you.” The raw honesty in his statement made the temperature in her body burn brighter. “The least you can to is answer a simple question,” he added. “On a scale from one to ten.”
She turned away, unable to look directly at him.
“I can find out for myself,” he warned, his hand sliding down her belly and into the waist of her panties.
Her breath hitched but she didn’t try to stop him. She wanted—no, desperately needed—him to touch her. She swallowed the next moan that threatened to come up out of her but could to nothing about the shiver that rippled through her when his fingers curled over her sex. Her whole body jerked as the tip of his middle finger stroked her clit before slipping into her.
“Fuck, Rachel.” He leaned in until just the fine black hair of his chest brushed her aching nipples. “You’re so wet,” he murmured against her neck.
Her mouth fell open when he started to stroke her with his slick finger. Her whole body bowed out, reaching for him, her hips rocking. She needed to touch him, but there was no way she was getting out of the grip he had on her wrists.
“Tell me how bad you want it.” There was the slightest bit of desperation in the strained sound of his voice. He changed the pressure and direction of his fingers, grazed her jaw with his teeth and added, “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
She turned her face toward his for a kiss. “Please.”
He evaded and stopped moving his fingers.
“I want you more than anyone I’ve wanted before,” she whispered, voice shaky.
“One to ten.”
“A hundred and ninety-nine, goddamn it.” She jerked her arms free.
He dipped his knees and lifted her off her feet.
“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” he asked, navigating toward the bed with her wrapped around him.
He stood her next to the bed. “Lie on your stomach.”
She blinked, startled by the command and aroused by his authoritative tone.
“You heard me.” He turned her around by her shoulders and moved behind her, his hands sliding around her waist, over her belly and up to cradle her breasts.
He brushed his fingers over her nipples and let her press her ass against his cock for just a moment.
She started to step out of her shoes, but he stopped her.
“Leave them on.” He pinched her nipples, making her gasp before he released her and gave her a gentle nudge forward.
She went up on the bed on her knees and stretched out the way he asked. There was a crinkle of plastic and three condoms landed on the bed near her. She tried to look over her shoulder at him when she heard his zipper and the soft swish of fabric as he took his pants off, but her hair had fallen into her eyes.
A moment later she felt his fingertips on her ankles. He trailed them lightly up the back of her calves, making them flex under the tickle of his touch. They both laughed softly when he brushed them over the backs of her knees and she squeaked and had to bury her face in the mattress.
She spread her legs when he coaxed them open and reached behind herself to touch him when the bed dipped as he knelt between her knees. Ben grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She could feel the hard, hot tip of his cock touch her ass cheek as he leaned over her.
“I didn’t say you could touch me yet, did I?” he asked, moving her arm over her head. “Hold the edge of the bed with both hands until I tell you to move them.”
A wild thrill poured through her, stealing her breath and making her pussy throb.
His hand skimmed down the line of her arm while his lips moved over the back of her neck, the tip of his tongue leaving warm wet spots on her skin. He took his time, caressing her back with his mouth and hands, his long fingers spread over her skin, drawing sensations out of her she wasn’t aware she could feel until
just then.
She was practically purring with ecstasy by the time he worked his way down her body and told her, “I think yours just might be the finest ass I’ve ever seen, Rachel.”
She snorted out a short laugh and tried to look at him over her shoulder. There was a whole lot of it at any rate, but she was in no position to argue with him. She was too overwhelmed by the sound of admiration in his voice, the feel of his long-fingered hands spanning it as though it were the ass of a much-smaller woman, and the vibrant trembling of her overwhelmingly aroused body.
“You don’t believe me?” He hooked his fingers into the waist of her panties.
“I don’t have any reason not to believe you,” she answered, raising her hips a little as he stepped off the bed, slipped the lacy fabric down her legs.
“Up on your knees,” he said quietly, kneeling behind her again. “No, just your knees,” he clarified when she started to go up on all fours.
She drew her legs under her until just her ass was raised in the air, her knees far apart because he was between them, exposing her to him. Her nipples, unnervingly sensitive, brushed the comforter, sending little shocks straight to her clit. When she looked between her open legs she could see the strong lines of his thighs and his long, thick cock reaching for her from its thicket of black hair.
Her memory had not been playing “the fish was this big” tricks on her. He was fucking huge. And she wanted every glorious inch of him inside her.
Ben muttered appreciatively and sat back on his heels. Her eyes closed the first time he touched his mouth to one cheek and set about lavishing her with attention, alternately kissing and biting, caressing and digging his fingers into her flesh almost to the point of pain.
She was white-knuckling the edge of the mattress, her back arched as though she was a cat in heat, her pussy soaking wet and clit swollen nearly to the point of bursting when he spread the folds of her pussy open and shifted his body slightly.
She let out a little “eep” of surprise and rolled onto her back away from him.
He blinked and held up his hands when she landed on her back. She lay there staring up at him for a moment, her chest heaving, before she recovered.
“I can’t wait any longer.” She scrambled to her knees and drew him away from the edge of the bed toward her. It wasn’t a complete lie, but she wasn’t going to tell him she didn’t want him to do what he’d been about to do either.
She buried her hands in his hair, pressed her body against his and tried to pull him in for a kiss. He held her jaw in one hand and resisted, his gaze cool and calculating.
“A hundred and ninety-nine, Ben,” she emphasized, sliding a hand between them, stroking his cock from head to root and curling her fingers over his balls.
His eyes lit with amusement and his nostrils flared as she watched him hold back a smile. When she tried to kiss him again, he let her. And then some.
Her head reeled with the raw hunger of it as he drew her in and plunged deep.
She swayed toward him when he abruptly let her go and shifted away.
“Come on then,” he said, sitting in the middle of the bed, holding her hand as though he was helping her out of a car as he drew her toward him.
Rachel straddled his hips, her body absolutely humming with anticipation as she hovered over him, unable to look away and more than a little shocked by how erotic she found watching him roll a condom over that beautiful cock of his.
Still holding himself with one hand, he stroked her hip as she angled herself over him. His gaze never left hers as she took as much of him as she could all at once. She stopped breathing, overwhelmed by the rush that poured through her as their bodies connected and his eyes went slightly unfocused.
God, he was too much and not enough all at the same time. She buried her fingers in his hair and kissed him as though her life depended on it. He kissed her back with ten times the intensity, stealing her breath and making her dizzy.
One hand gripped her hair as he broke contact with her mouth and drew her forehead to his. “Damn, Rachel, you feel amazing.”
She rose up, then sank down a little farther.
“Funny, I was just thinking the same thing,” she managed to say, teeth clenched and eyes watering from the electric thrill running through her body.
He smiled. “You were thinking you feel amazing?”
She sank her teeth into his bottom lip and he laughed a little breathlessly.
“You know what I meant,” she said, taking him in just a little more.
Ben used the grip he had on her hair to angle her head and draw another deep kiss out of her. The heat of it rushed directly to her cunt, made her nipples tighten and her toes curl in her shoes. He pulled her head back and grazed his teeth against her neck.
“My tits, Ben,” she panted, hardly able to believe she’d said it out loud.
He hummed against her neck. “What about them?”
She should have known he was going to make her say it. So she did.
“Kiss them,” she whispered. “Suck on my nipples. Please.”
He looked at her, his expression mildly surprised. “Well, since you said please.”
With her fingers still buried in his hair, she watched him kiss a path from the hollow of her throat to her left nipple. He kissed her just like she’d asked, leaving little wet spots all over her heated skin. It was wildly hypnotic to watch his tongue circling the tight peak of her nipple before he sucked it into that lush mouth of his, making her wiggle and rub her aching clit where their bodies were now deeply connected.
He gave her a wicked look. “This one too?” he asked, cradling her right breast with the hand that had been buried in her hair.
She nodded, too turned-on to speak.
He squeezed her breast and covered that nipple with his gorgeous lips, sucking harder than he had the first, biting her gently, then flicking it with his tongue when her head fell back. Her body kicked into autopilot and her hips rolled wildly as she ground against him.
Her nipple came free of his mouth with a sucking pop. “Oh, fuck yes,” he groaned.
Sweat prickled over every inch of her skin as she began to ride him, rocking her hips back on the downstroke. She nearly lost her mind when he braced his other arm on the bed behind him and started to match her pace with a tight upward thrust.
“Come on,” he coaxed. “Show me what you got, Rachel. I can take it.”
Every prompt he gave—harder, faster—pushed her body higher until she was nothing more than a mass of humming nerves and urgent need. And every time she rose the challenge he gave her, she could see she was driving him closer to the edge of self-control. The power in that was heady stuff.
She felt every bead of sweat that formed and trickled down his face as they grunted, pushed and pulled against each other—felt the heat that spread over his face and chest as grunting became moaning and their movements became frenzied.
“Rachel, Rachel, Rachel,” he whispered her name urgently, over and over, his eyes nearly black as he looked up at her. “I’m going to come,” he warned, and her body answered with the first throbbing wave of her orgasm. “Tell me you’re ready, baby.”
She dug her fingers into his shoulders.
“God. Yes. Come.” Each word was punctuated with a desperate gasp.
He tightened his stomach to hold himself upright and gripped her hips with both hands, his fingers digging deep, his body jerking through his orgasm as a long, desperate sound poured out of him. Her hips rocked harder in response. She lost complete control, crying out as pleasure rippled through her body from where he pulsed inside her outward.
Ben loosened his grip and fell onto his back, pulling her down on top of him as he did. He held her head lightly to his chest with one hand as they lay there, still connected, both of them working hard to catch their breath.
When she’d recovered somewhat, Rachel pressed her lips to the damp, salty skin of his chest and closed her eyes against an unexpected wave of emo
tion.
“Well,” he said, his voice rough, “I hate to admit it, but that was definitely worth the wait.”
She could do nothing but rest her forehead on his chest and laugh.
Her damp, cooling skin prickled with goose bumps when he trailed his fingers up her spine.
“But,” he went on, rolling them both so she was pinned beneath him, disconnecting them in the process. He kissed her deeply, slowly and for a long time, his cock growing hard against the inside of her thigh, before he added, “I vote we don’t wait so long the next time.”
She raised her legs, slipped her shoes off her feet and tossed them across the room. “I second that motion,” she said, and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Chapter Four
Rachel could see the sky starting to change color through the sheer curtains at the opposite end of the bedroom. She must have fallen asleep at some point, because she was covered with a blanket she didn’t remember pulling over herself. There were also two water bottles, one half empty, on her nightstand.
Ben was sound asleep on his stomach next to her, arms stretched overhead, lying on a pillow lengthwise so it was partially tucked under his chest. He was uncovered from the waist up and turned away from her, his breathing slow and deep, the long line of his leg pressed against her from hip to ankle.
She rolled onto her side carefully so as not to wake him. That brief moment of doubt when she’d thought actually being with Ben Richards would be a disappointment after all the years she’d spent fantasizing about him seemed absolutely ridiculous. The reality of him was so much better than any of her fantasies, she had to wonder whether she had any kind of imagination at all.
She could not imagine what Petra had been thinking, setting the two of them up the way she had. Yes, Rachel had told her about her crush on him back in the day, but she hadn’t given her the whole story.
They’d had lunch at a sub shop just off campus one day. Halfway through their visit Petra had leaned across the table to let her know “some hottie” kept looking over at her. When she’d looked to see what hottie Petra was talking about, Ben had just been getting up to leave. He’d seen her, given her a big smile and waved.
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