“No, I’m not,” I lie while I allow the warmth of his body to consume me. His hands palm my breasts from the outside of my shirt, making my nipples fully erect for him.
He leans in closer and whispers, “You’re a liar.” His lips lazily linger over my ear. My head falls to the side as his tongue darts out, licking just below my earlobe.
“It’s just…I want certain things…and your mother…” Words fail me as I feel his erection pushing against my back and his mouth continues his delicious torture.
“Let me help you de-stress. You’re so tense.” His voice is low and laced with seduction. He pushes our bodies closer together—if possible—letting me feel his hard and firm erection.
I moan at his words—his mouth assaulting my neck—as both of his hands wonder down beneath my panty line. My eyes blink closed as my head falls back just as I feel a swipe of his finger against my wet and needy slit.
“Mm…sweetheart. Your body is so ready. Always craving my touch,” he growls into my ear, his finger sinking deeper. “I love how wet you are for me. Did you miss me?”
I feel his chest rising and falling, my own heartbeat racing at his words and touch.
“Yes,” I pant. “God,” I moan, sinking my body into his. “I love how you do that to me.”
“What’s that, sweetheart?” he asks softly but with authority. “This?” He rubs the pad of his finger over my sensitive clit, rubbing it in circles. I moan louder. “How about this?” He inserts his index finger as his thumb continues its circular pleasure.
“Yes…” I pant. “All of that.”
My back is completely pressed up against his chest, his erection jabbing into the dip of my back. He deepens his finger, making me jolt at the intense intrusion.
One of his hands roughly skids under my shirt and up my stomach, landing over my breast. He moans deeply into my ear as he palms it, owning it.
“Mm…Bentley, yes.” I breathe heavily as I accept everything he’s giving me. My body responds immediately to him, soaking his fingers in my arousal.
“Relax, Ceci,” he demands. I’m trying, but it’s nearly impossible. He twists his hand, grinding his fingers deeper and harder against my aching pussy. God, I need him inside of me right now.
My eyes flutter, blinking closed again as he picks up the pace. He’s guiding my hips into his hand, forming a rhythm that’s soon building up inside me—pleasure and need close to ripping me apart.
“Bentley…yes. God, yes. I’m so close,” I pant, hardly able to control myself anymore. I reach down and circle my clit as his fingers work me harder. I reach up with my free hand and squeeze my other breast, desire hitting straight through my core.
“C’mon, sweetheart. Let me hear you,” he coaxes, his lips vibrating against my ear. My entire body trembles as the orgasm builds stronger, my body tensing as it rips through me, shaking the pleasure right into me. “Good girl.” I feel him smile. “You have another one for me? I bet you do.”
“Bentley,” I breathe out heavily, hardly recovered at all. “I-I…”
“Shh, baby. I want to hear you this time. Scream my name,” he commands.
“I can’t,” I plead, needing to catch my breath. My body goes limp into his chest, needing a moment to come down from the pleasure high I’ve just been sent on.
He spins me around aggressively, my face completely flushed. He smirks suggestively as he bends to his knees. My eyes follow him as my brows rise in concern.
“Bentley, wait—” I begin to plead, but he interrupts me with a harsh tug on my jeans. He yanks them all the way down, panties included. I grip the counter behind me, stabilizing my weight against the palms of my hands.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart. Let me see you.” I do as he says, knowing I can’t argue with him. He rubs his hand up one leg spreading me wider as his the other hand works my clit. I’m completely distracted, unable to fight him when he’s in between my legs like this. “God, baby. You’re so gorgeous. So ready and greedy for me. I can see you dripping down your thigh already.”
I blush crimson as he mentions how wet I am. It shouldn’t after all this time, but his words still have that effect on me.
I respond in an achy and needy groan, craving his tongue on me. His perfect, smooth, fuckable tongue.
“Taste me,” I beg. “I need you to.”
“I know you do, sweetheart.” His voice remains calm as his fingers jerk inside me, twisting his wrist as he grinds deeper and harder against my G-spot.
“Oh, god.” My hips buck at the tight sensation. His fingers work me into a frenzy, relentless in their need to please me. “Jesus, Bentley,” I pant. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to stand.
He nuzzles his nose into the crease between my pussy and thigh, licking a trail around my swollen lips. Damn him, he’s fucking torturing me and pleasing me all at the same time.
“Christ, Ceci…sweetheart, you’re so greedy for me. You want me to lick you, don’t you?” His voice is laced with amused seduction. He loves getting me worked up, begging and pleading him until he gives me exactly what I need.
“YES!” I scream. He knows I do, dammit.
“Say it again.”
“Yes. Yes. God, please. YES!” I buck my hips toward him, leaning farther away from the counter and closer to his perfect, delicious mouth. “I want your mouth to fuck me, Bentley. God, I need it.” I’m ready to take control and drive his head in between my legs just as he dips his head and swipes his tongue once up my slit. I quiver at the way he teases me, his tongue taking all control from my body.
“Mm…you’re so fucking good. So fucking delicious, sweetheart. Always.” His voice is rough, growly, as he grasps my thighs in his hands, keeping my legs parted and giving him full access to my aching pussy.
He laps my slit again, dipping his tongue in deeper this time, but still leaving me sexually frustrated.
“I’m about to fuck your mouth with my pussy if you don’t stop that,” I bite out.
I feel his lips curl up in a grin against my skin. Of course, he’s amused.
“Never mind, you’d enjoy that,” I groan.
He nods lazily, lapping my pussy again, this time with a deeper and harder force. God, finally.
“Don’t stop,” I plead. “Please don’t fucking stop.”
He finally gives me exactly what I’m asking for. His hands spread me wider as his face drives deeper, his lips and tongue tasting, licking, and sucking me so damn hard I can barely hold the grip on the counter that is supposed to be holding me up.
“Yes. God, yes. So good.” I rock my hips, matching his rhythm. His pace is aggressive and needy as he drives harder and faster, driving to the built-up orgasm that’s ready to explode inside me.
“Mm…that’s my girl.” I hear him, but my eyes are sealed shut as I fight for control. “So delicious.” He stands up and braces our bodies against the counter. “I love when it’s dessert for dinner night.” I open my eyes and look right into his. He’s clearly amused, cocking a smirk on his too-perfect face.
I smile wildly. “Speaking of dinner…” I lick my lips, wishing I could return the favor and bend down in front of him. “Your mother is going to be here at eight.”
He checks the time and grins. “We have an hour.”
He picks me up and lifts me over his shoulder, guiding us out of the kitchen and upstairs to our bedroom. I laugh playfully as he continues to take control, showing just how much he’s missed me.
Chapter Two
Bentley
I LAY WITH Ceci cradled into my chest. Her breaths rapid and heavy. God, I missed her. I miss her every time I leave, but lately, it’s become harder and harder to leave her behind.
I enjoy taking her with me, but I knew she had a lot to do yet before the wedding. I knew my busy schedule wasn’t allowing us to have a lot of one-on-one time, and it especially didn’t allow for me to help out with wedding details.
“Your mother’s going to be here in fifteen minutes,�
�� she says, clenching onto me tighter. “I don’t have anything made.” I look at her as she bites her lip, worried she’s going to let my mother down or something.
My mother can definitely be intimidating, but she’s harmless. I’m her only child, and she isn’t accepting the fact that I’ll be a married man soon.
However, I know Ceci is struggling to make a connection with her even after all this time. I’ve encouraged them to spend time together to ease both of them into this new chapter of our lives, but my mother has been quite insistent on not accepting change.
“I’ll take care of it.” I lean over and kiss her softly on the cheek. “Get ready and meet me downstairs.”
I quickly get dressed and brush my hands through my hair, trying to tame it down. I grab my cell and call in an order of Thai food, my mother’s favorite.
“Well, hello, dear.” She smiles as I answer the door.
“Come in, Mom.” I smile back at her, moving away from the door to allow her inside. I’m hoping the food will warm her up so she doesn’t make Ceci feel uneasy. However, by her strong stance, I’m not so sure she’s even breakable at this point.
Ceci meets us both downstairs, grabbing us all drinks as we casually stand by the bar. Ceci’s body is rigid as my mother talks about the guest list.
“I’m thinking three, three-fifty at most. Keep it just to family and friends.” She smiles wide, gripping her glass of wine.
“Three hundred and fifty guests?” Ceci gasps as her eyes widen in shock. I’m sure, between the two of us, we don’t even know that many people. They’d be a mixture of my parent’s high-end ‘friends.’
“Mother, that’s a bit much. Don’t you think? We were thinking something small, a bit more intimate,” I say exactly what I know Ceci is thinking.
I watch as my mother ponders for about five seconds before she retorts, “It will be, dear. Don’t you worry.” She smiles sweetly at the both of us. I know she loves party planning and anything to draw in the Leighton name. “Most of them just send gifts anyway. It’s not like they’ll all show up,” she reassures.
Ceci swallows as her body tenses. The last thing I want to do on my first night back is get in an argument with either of them.
The doorbell rings with our food, and it immediately breaks the tension. We all sit around the table as my mother discusses her centerpiece ideas. Ceci stays quiet, sweetly nodding at everything my mother says. I can tell she’s checked out of the conversation, and I know she’s unhappy with everything my mother’s suggesting.
“Bye, dear.” She pats my cheek as if I’m a child. “We’ll speak later, all right?” She smiles at me and turns her head toward Ceci. “We can talk bridesmaid dresses later this week.”
Before Ceci can respond, she grips the door handle and escorts herself out. I slowly shut the door behind her, bracing myself for what’s to come.
* * *
The following morning, Ceci wakes me up eagerly with her body pressed against mine. We didn’t discuss my mother or any wedding details last night. I know she won’t talk about it, but I want her to be happy with all the details, as well. I wish I could be around more so I could help, but I’ll be happy with anything she chooses.
“Good morning,” I say roughly, barely opening my eyes.
“Morning.” She kisses my neck softly as her hands roam free in my hair. “I thought we could grab some breakfast at that one coffee house downtown. I’ve been craving a bagel.”
“Mm, breakfast sounds wonderful,” I say as her lips move down my stomach. I brush the hair off her face as she inches down my body, seductively kissing and licking on her way down south.
“I’ve missed waking up to you,” she pouts playfully, kneeling back on her heels as she rips my briefs down. I spring free, my back arching as she grips my cock firmly in her hands.
“God, sweetheart.” I pant heavily as her lips swirl around the tip. My hands fist her hair as she slowly—and torturously—licks up my shaft before putting it fully into her mouth. “Jesus Christ.”
She moans as she switches from sucking and stroking, working me hard until I release in her mouth. I watch as she licks up my shaft again, cleaning every messy inch.
She sits up and smirks at me as she licks her lips and pulls my briefs back up. “Ready?”
I sit up and grab her by the shoulders, pulling her flat to the bed and covering her body with mine. “Not quite.” I grin.
I make sure to return the favor as I devour her pussy. She fists the sheets as her toes curl around my neck, releasing hard around my tongue.
“Now, I’m ready.” I grin wide, placing a gentle kiss on the inside of her thigh. “I’m getting in the shower, join me.”
We make it to The Grind Café shortly before lunch. Ceci and I are both in line looking over the menu when someone calls out her name.
“Cecilia?” We both turn toward a guy who’s already seated. I look him over quickly before Ceci releases her hold on me and walks toward him.
“Jason? Oh, my god,” she squeals. He stands up and embraces her into a hug. The instinct to break both of his arms comes to mind, but I stand down as soon as he releases her.
“Wow, Cecilia.” He noticeably eyes her up and down—making me want to gouge his eyes out instead. He’s clearly checking her out while I’m standing right behind her. “You look amazing.”
“Thank you,” she responds sweetly. “I haven’t seen you in what—five, six years?”
“Yeah, it’s been a while.” He crosses his arms, sticking his chest out. I wasn’t getting a good vibe from him before, but now—now I was ready to intervene.
“I’m Bentley,” I interrupt, shoving my hand in his face. “Ceci’s fiancé.”
He shakes my hand with a shocked expression. “Fiancé? Congratulations. I’m Jason. I went to school with Cecilia. Or I guess you go by Ceci now.” He turns and looks at her for clarification.
“Either one is fine,” she explains. “I’m actually surprised you haven’t heard. It’s only plastered all over the local newspapers,” Ceci informs, rolling her eyes.
“Oh, I actually just got back a few days ago.” He pulls a chain of dog tags out from under his shirt. Shit. “I was overseas for eighteen months.”
“Oh, my god!” Ceci about screams. “I had no idea. Good for you!” She smiles genuinely.
“Thanks,” he responds softly. Now I feel like a complete douche, but that didn’t mean I was happy he was checking her out. “Well, listen, I’ll let you guys get back to ordering. Call me if you ever want to hang and catch up. My phone number’s the same.”
“Awesome, I will. It was great seeing you.” I guide her back to the checkout line, my arm securing her to me.
“So Jason…was a good friend?” I begin, hoping she’ll fill in all the blanks.
“Yeah, I mean, he was kind of an ex, fling, er—friend fling. I don’t know. We were together, but it wasn’t really official.”
“So he’s an ex-boyfriend?”
“Not really. We didn’t date, we just—” She stops herself, knowing how uncomfortable this is.
“You just fucked?” I whispered so only she could hear, but needing to know the truth. I wasn’t about to let her hang out with some guy she used to sleep with.
“God, Bentley,” she scowls, blushing. “Yes, okay. We were fuck buddies, happy?”
“Not particularly.” I deadpan. It’s our turn to order, so I drop it. For now.
We both order multigrain bagels with fat-free vegetable cream cheese and caramel lattés. We end up sitting outside since it’s a surprisingly warm winter day in Omaha.
After a couple bites, I have to speak up, or it’ll weigh on me the entire day.
“You aren’t really going to meet up with him, are you?
“Who, Jason? Why not?” she asks, finishing the rest of her bite.
“Well, because it’s kind of awkward letting my fiancée spend time with a guy she used to sleep with. Doesn’t make me very happy to know he was checking
you out, probably imagining your naked body.”
She cocks her head and scowls. “You don’t trust me?”
I grab her hand forcefully, knowing she knows the answer to that. “Of course, I do. However, I don’t trust him for a second. He’s been overseas for months with no sexual outlet. The second he saw you, his entire face lit up. He wanted you. He didn’t even care that I was right behind you.”
“That’s not true. I haven’t seen him since my junior year of high school. There’s nothing between us, Bentley. And even if he did, I’d turn him down.”
“Men can be quite persistent.” I cock a smile, knowing I was more than persistent with her.
“So I’ve heard.”
Chapter Three
Ceci
Long distance relationship
BENTLEY AND I I enjoy another week together before he’s shipped back to L.A. He and Angie are flying somewhere to Europe within the next day or two. She’s booked him solid for two weeks, but I’m hoping to be able to fly out there at the end of the week for the last five days of his visit.
Bentley: I miss you already, sweetheart.
Me: I miss you, too. Be safe. Call me when you land.
Bentley: It’s going to be like 3 a.m. your time.
Me: I don’t care. I won’t be able to sleep, anyway.
Bentley: All right. I love you.
Me: I love you, too.
His traveling schedule has been more hectic this past year. The more exposure he’s had, the more in demand he’s been. He signed a contract with a worldwide company, and they have over fifty different name brands. About a month ago, his agent brought up the idea of him shooting commercials, not just doing shoots. That’ll definitely add to his already busy schedule.
“I have an appointment to pick out flowers today. I’ll pick you up at eleven. And then we can grab lunch at the country club,” Mrs. Leighton says, giving me no choice, but to agree to everything she says.
“All right.”
“Great, see you soon, darling.” She hangs up before I can say goodbye. Not that I really want to spend the day with her, but perhaps it could be a good time to let her know what I want.
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