by Alam, Donna
‘I didn’t think you were home,’ I retort.
‘And didn’t mean you were frustrated by me.’
My shoulders rise with a deep inhalation of breath, and as I breathe out, I force them to fall as I remind him, ‘Well, that’s not your problem anymore.’
‘Was it ever a problem?’ His gaze makes a hot, lazy perusal of my body. ‘I don’t recall leaving you frustrated. Though I would’ve enjoyed watching you pet the pussy anytime, it would never be the result of frustration.’ Sitting up, he swings his legs over the side of the bed as he snatches my pyjama shorts, moving them out of my reach. ‘Foreplay yes, frustration no.’
‘Jesus . . .’ I blow out the word, tipping my head to the ceiling. The attitude of this man. And why does it feel like foreplay?
‘That I’m familiar with. God, too.’
Like a moth to a porch light, I find myself standing in front of him, standing in just my panties and pyjama top, my arms folded across my chest. ‘You’re so full of your own awesomeness, aren’t you?’
‘Play your cards right, and you could be full of my awesomeness, too.’
‘You’re delusional.’
‘And you’re wet.’
‘And that’s nothing to do with you.’
‘Are you trying to tell me that your Tinder fuck got you wet?’ Up from the bed, Ben takes a step, backing me up against the chest of drawers at my back. ‘Were you thinking of him when your fingers were dancing over your clit?’ His eyes are storm-dark as he lowers his head to my ear, whispering, ‘I didn’t think so.’
My eyes flutter closed as his warm breath caresses my neck, only to spring open again as I notice something peeking out from the pillows on the other side of the bed.
My basket of toys. And no, they aren’t Barbies.
‘You snooping bastard!’ He barely moves as I push hard on his pecs, almost as though he’d anticipated the blow.
‘Don’t blame me, blame the pussy,’ he says with a snide chuckle.
‘Go fuck yourself,’ I yell, pushing him again.
‘I’m not sure how to do that, half-pint,’ he says, grabbing my hands. ‘Maybe you could give me a demonstration. Tell me, did you use a dildo or vibe before your dental date? Were you worried his oral exam wasn’t going to be thorough enough?’
‘Get off me you bastard!’ Turning us, he pushes me down on the bed, one knee falling between my splayed legs.
‘Not until you tell me the answer. Did you use the big purple one?’ Above me, his eyes glitter wickedly. ‘I’d like to see you take it.’
‘Maybe I’ll ask Jarrod if you can watch,’ I retort.
‘The dentist? He might be good for your teeth,’ he answers with a gleam of sardonic amusement, ‘but he’s no good for you anyplace else.’
‘You know what else is bad for your teeth? I grate out, trying to pull my wrists from his hands, as angry as only a sexually frustrated woman can be. ‘That massive dildo you seem to love which, incidentally, your sister bought!’
‘If that’s how you’re using a dildo, you’re using the wrong orifice, Half-pint.’
‘I’m about to use the right orifice. If I could only . . . get . . . my . . . hands . . . free!’
‘Need any help with that?’ he asks silkily.
‘Unless you want to shove it up your own ass, the answer is no!’
Chapter 21
BEN
I laugh—laugh so long and hard I think I shock us both.
‘God, I’ve missed you so much, Nell.’
‘You can’t have,’ she counters quietly and with a small scowl. ‘It’s only been a couple of days.’
‘Haven’t you missed me?’ I ask, hating how desperate sound. Maybe I have no right to be in her bedroom, but I don’t really give a fuck.
Blame reading her Tinder messages.
Blame her going out on a date.
Blame Smalls for revealing her dirty playmates.
Or I’ll just blame me because I can’t stay away from her.
And I won’t.
I lower my head, whispering her name. It’s wrong but there’s no decision to be made, no other choice to be named. My protestations and my past, my attempts at pushing her away—they all turn to dust as I press my lips to hers. I want to tell her. But I also want to kiss her. Feel the absolution of her touch. My kiss, it’s a bare whisper of a thing but no accident as her body rises to my touch. I’m aware of the tiny catch in her throat and the amber flecks in her gaze as I study this woman—my woman. As I deepen the kiss, she opens her mouth so beautifully for me, whimpering as she sucks on my tongue. My whole body jerks as her body accepts mine the tenor of the moment changing instantly.
This is so fucking on.
I pull at her T-shirt, bite her neck, scrape my teeth over her breast, and all the while, I grind against her hot body, unable to get close enough, unable to touch enough with my rough hands. Greedy for her. Greedy for her love.
‘Tell me you’ve missed me.’ My words are little more than a growl as I bring my thigh tight between her legs. Her answer? A sharp hiss as she relishes the friction, her movements as sinuous as any cat.
‘Tell me you’re sorry,’ my little pussy purrs.
‘I’m sorry you’re so lovely, half-pint,’ I whisper jaggedly, though we’re both aware of the smile in my words. Feeding my hands under her T-shirt, I push it roughly over her head, dragging my hands down over her skin, desperate to touch her everywhere and all at once.
I take her breasts full in my hands, holding them high, licking the hard buds each in turn, relishing her ragged moan at the threat of my teeth. The way she rubs against me drives me to the edge of insanity. I’ve never been this hard as I bite the underside of one full breast, working my way south without letting go until I’m settled between her legs. I’ve never felt so wild as my hands grip her thighs tight, pushing them wide. My whole body shakes with need as I press my face into her, breathing the scent of her arousal so deeply through her gossamer-thin underwear.
And she smells heavenly.
‘Who are you wet for, Nell?’ I murmur the devil on my shoulder’s words as I place my teeth over the top of her slit. When she doesn’t answer, I make good on my threat until she’s squirming beneath me.
‘Ben, please. Let me feel you.’
‘Who were you thinking of when you were touching yourself?’
‘Ben, please’ He hands in my hair, she seems unsure where she needs my mouth.
‘Tell me. Was it me or him?’
‘You sent me out,’ comes her half-moaned retort. ‘You said I should—’
‘I know, sweetheart.’ I place the flat of my tongue low between her legs, dragging upwards, savouring her whole-body tremor. ‘It was a mistake. My mistake.’
I’m a prick and I could’ve lost her. Please don’t let me hurt her, I think as I feed my fingers between her legs. Pulling the thin strip of fabric from her pussy, I brush one finger feather-light against her slick skin. Adrenaline floods my veins, the mixture of anger, anticipation, and fear like some kind of a high. Do I tremble because of the weight of my need or is it the gravity of this situation? Tying her to me when there’s a chance the only way I’ll return is in a body bag? Whatever the consequences, there’s no turning back. Not when she’s given me a second chance.
I can’t live without her dark, languid eyes and soft, sweet breath. But still, something snags at the edges of my attention, something dark and primal, something demanding in me as I slip her underwear down her legs.
‘You didn’t answer me,’ I whisper, pressing my fingers against her wetness, sliding them through her slick heat. She widens her legs even farther, tilting her hips in invitation. ‘Were you thinking of him or me?’ Parting her flesh with my fingers, I use the point of my tongue to flick her clit, keeping the pressure so light, I know it’s maddening.
‘I’m waiting for an answer, half-pint.’ I press harder, forcing Nell to writhe under me, desperate for more as I place my forearm over her stomach to
keep her still. Pin her down. ‘And I can wait all night long.’
‘You’re a beast.’
‘And you’re lovely,’ I reply, nudging her clit with my nose, grazing it with the scruff from my chin.
‘That wasn’t a compliment,’ she almost keens, trying to twist away from my mouth.
‘Then tell me. Who is all this deliciousness for? Tell me, Nell, and I’ll make it so good.’
As she whispers the answer my heart knows but my jealous nature wouldn’t hear, I slide my tongue the length of her slit, smiling into her flesh as her hands find my hair and she arches from the bed with a cry that sounds like the perfect mixture of relief and anguish.
‘That’s it,’ I whisper darkly, pushing two fingers deep inside her. ‘Spread those legs, sweetheart. Show me what’s mine.’ Gripping her thigh, I add a third finger, relishing the way her body looks stretching around my hand as she takes me so beautifully. As I take her clit between my lips, she tips her head back and cries out. ‘You’re so lovely,’ I growl, ‘I think I’m going to make your pussy my home.’
‘Ben, please. Stop toying with me.’
‘Toys, you say? Careful, half-pint. They’re still within reach.’
‘Just . . . please!’ she cries, her hands gripping my hair tight as she uses my face to get herself off, her essence coating my lips and chin as she begins to reach her peak.
The cock throbs against the mattress as I suck on her clit, swirling it with my tongue again and again until she begins to mewl, her hands now pushing at my head as the sensation reaches that first point of too much to bear. Not that it matters as I pay her no heed, keeping her balanced between there—a place that’s too much for her yet not enough for me. At the crossroads between pleasure and pain is where Nell finds her heaven a second time. Then, as my hands banding her thighs, my fingers and face in her cunt, she finds her delicious hell as I press her into the bed, eating her out until her mewls turn to curses as she crests again and again.
Her hands claw my shoulder and push at my head, her thighs twitching around my fucking face.
‘Not yet, baby. I’m not done eating this pussy.’
‘Enough! I can’t take it anymore.’
But she can. And she does, chanting a litany of pleasure, her body weak and her eyes glazed.
Our joint breaths are laboured as I crawl up her body, wiping her juices away with the back of my hand.
‘I’m dead,’ she whispers. ‘You killed me.’
‘Good job I believe in a second coming.’
‘No,’ she mewls, her hands between us making a languid time out sign. ‘There is no more coming. I’m done.’
But as my dick nudges her sensitive clit as I settle myself over her, her body has other plans. I bring my lips to hers, loving the way her eyes glitter in the moonlight. Lips softly parted, she releases a quiet moan as I kiss her softly, sharing the taste of her from my tongue as her fingers trail across my chest, raking and burning and driving me insane.
Palms flat against the bed, I let her score me, my head thrown back as breathe out long and low, the sound hitting the air as a groan. ‘Take me in your hand, Nell. Feed me inside. Let me fuck you, my beautiful girl.’
Like the good girl she is, she brings my aching cock between her legs, whimpering a little as I slide through her wetness, once, twice, her mouth a soft O as I push inside.
‘Jesus, Nell.’ My grunt counters her cry, her wetness aiding my glide as I fight the urge to rut and fuck, working my way inside her body so slowly it’s torturous. Every part of me is shaking, my muscles vibrating with need, tight and desperate until I’m seated inside of her fully.
‘That feels . . .’ so good that words couldn’t do it justice. Which is just as well as I don’t have the words. The pit of my stomach aches, my heart ready to burst.
I start to move, slowly at first, trying to hold back myself, alternating the pace and depth. But it’s no good as with each flex of my hips, my need increases until I abandon myself to her whispered encouragements.
You’re so hard.
Oh, God, that feels so good.
Please, Ben. Please.
‘You’re trying to fucking kill me,’ I rasp, ‘I’m sure.’
‘But you’ll die with a smile on your face,’ she whispers, pushing her tits against my chest wantonly. I pin her hands above her head then, thrusting into her hard and fast. My hips pump and flex and drive as I fuck her harder and deeper than ever before. Her hot walls clench around me with every thrust, her fingertips pale in mine as her expression glazes, her teeth biting hard into her bottom lip as her body draws as tight as a bow.
‘That’s it, sweetheart,’ I whisper, my mouth at her ear. ‘Give me one more. One more, just for me.’
And with that, she begins to clench around me, everything falling away as her body drags me under its spell right behind her.
Chapter 22
PENNY
In the deep of the night, I stir, feeling a hazy sense of fulfilment, not exactly unlike the kind of experience you get when you wake in the early hours only to realise it’s not yet morning and that there are hours of sleep ahead. Bonus sleep!
Or maybe it’s precisely like that as I smile into the pillow, snuggling in deeper before turning and moving my head, seeking a cooler section of the pillow and finding something more solid instead.
‘Ow,’ complains a deep voice. ‘We’re going to need a bigger bed.’
I crack one eyelid, my body jolting awake as I realise that the hazy sense of fulfilment has turned to a shocking pulse between my legs.
‘You’re a wriggler,’ Ben grumbles, his tone deliciously sleep rasping and throaty as he rubs his forehead. ‘I don’t know what’s worse. That you wriggle or that you snore.’
‘I do not snore,’ I reply—not for the first time—while I struggle to sit as Ben’s strong legs wrapping like vines around mine, the brush of coarse hairs on his thighs doing funny things to my insides.
‘See, there you go wriggling again. And as for snoring, I’ll record you next time. Don’t worry,’ he adds with a lazy half smile. ‘It’s more like a little wheeze and seriously cute. And with duvet pulled up to your throat, you look like a tiny sleeping bunny,’ he teases.
‘No wonder you have girls dropping their panties at your command. So smooth, Captain Monroe, likening me to an asthmatic rodent.’ Bringing the back of my hand to my head, I fake a swoon before asking, ‘Tell me again, what charm school did you go to?’
‘I charmed you out of your knickers pretty easily.’ From a swoon to a scowl, my eyes scan his body for a soft spot to poke. Unfortunately—or not—all of Ben is hard, even as I pull the sheet draped around his waist for a quick peek.
‘Seriously?’ I almost squeak, pulling back the sheet a second time. ‘How does that even work?’
‘You’re asking how a hard-on works?’ A sinful smirk twists his lips as he straightens the sheet over his erection, running two fingers along its length. ‘Come over here and I’ll show you. And you a doctor,’ he chides, stroking himself over the cotton once more for good measure.
‘I know how it works, I just don’t know where you get the stamina from.’
‘It’s all you,’ he answers, suddenly quite serious. ‘And always around you.’ A deep yawn overtakes him, moonlight highlighting the brilliance of his white teeth as he draws his tall body along the bed with a growl. ‘And also,’ he begins, picking up his reply once again, ‘probably something to do with being trained as one of her Majesty’s finely-honed machines.’
‘Great. That’s just great. I’m in bed with a Robo-Cop wannabe with a thing for furries. Is it the creatures or do you like girls who dress up as rodents as such like?’
‘No, Nell.’ Rolling onto his side, he pulls me tight against his chest. ‘You’re in bed with a man who has a thing for you.’
‘Yeah, I’ve seen it,’ I say, beating him to the quip. ‘Go one; you’re missing your chance to tell me how big it is.’
‘It’s big
,’ he repeats, though not with the expected humour or comedy I’ve come to expect from him. ‘So big it’s frightening.’ His breath fans my cheek, soft and warm, as he pushes the hair from my face.
‘What are you trying to tell me, Ben?’ My heart beats so wildly as I wait for his answer. I can’t—won’t—allow myself to anticipate what he’s about to say.
‘That rabbits aren’t rodents. And this rabbit is seriously cute.’ He retreats to humour and quips as he runs the back of his knuckles against my right breast. ‘Look, it’s got a little pink nose and everything. Ow! what was that for?’
‘You can’t be serious even for a minute, can you? Let go of me!’ I sort of complain, though not really, even as he captures my flailing feet between his legs.
‘Nope, that’s not happening,’ he murmurs, pulling me against the expanse of his chest. ‘I’ve tried serious already.’
‘When? Did I blink and miss it?’
‘When I told you I was no good for you. I’m glad you weren’t listening,’ he adds quietly. Then, bringing his fingers from my face, he takes my hands in his. So much for serious as, before I can snatch them away, he brings them solidly between his legs. ‘Can you feel that?’
‘I’d rather not,’ I retort, even as a hot pulse begins to pound between my legs, his satin head seeming to throb in time with it.
‘It’s all for you,’ he whispers, bringing my captive hands to my heart. ‘This is all for you, too.’ Under my fingertips, his heart thunders, his eyes glittering in the darkened room. ‘Damn it, Nell. I didn’t want to love you, but I couldn’t help it. I want every part of you, half-pint. I want your mornings and your midnights and every minute in between. I can’t promise you we’ll spend every moment together, but it’s a fair exchange, isn’t it? Wherever I am in the world, you’ll already own all of me.’
‘You love me?’
‘To distraction.’
‘But you don’t want to,’ I say with a small shake of my head.
‘That’s what you got out of my heart-wrenching expression of love?’ he drawls. ‘I love you, Nell. Fuck the rest. Be mine. Be mine but . . . bring your bunny suit.’