by Bethany-Kris
Clean.
Clear.
Crisp.
Her mouth parted for him, giving over to his teeth scraping against her bottom lip, a silent demand for her to open. She knew his kiss well, now. Her tongue warred with his, something that had his cock hardening more than just the sight of seeing her naked standing on the rocks above had done for him. Oh, he loved that sight sure, and his dick felt like it would be able to pound through rocks, but now it was almost painfully hard from wanting her.
Their kiss never broke as Bene moved them backward in the small pool of deep water. Closer to the rocky edge at the bottom of the small waterfall the water was far more shadow, and he was even able to sit on it with his legs hanging over into the deeper portion.
Vanna didn’t hesitate to straddle him on the ledge, her bare pussy under the water grinding against his cock in the best fucking way. Enough to think he might blow his load if she didn’t chill the hell out, and that was not what he wanted.
Not then, anyway.
“Safe, safe,” he mumbled against her lips, “tell me you’re safe.”
“Yeah, the shot.”
God was so good to him.
Bene did a lot of crazy shit, and undoubtedly took more risks that he ever should in his young life, but fucking raw wasn’t one of them. And yet, this wasn’t the first time he’d done exactly that with Vanna. Had he ever brought home a chick pregnant before he was settled, his father would have throttled him for the first and only time in his life. And sure, he might be stupid, but he wasn’t quite that stupid.
Until this woman, apparently.
Because he was absolutely willing to ignore the fact he didn’t have a backup here, and he knew it was going to be a hundred times better because of it, too.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered against her rough kiss, hissing after from the sensation of her manicured nails dragging lines down his chest, “you’re gonna fucking kill me here, donna. Is that pussy of yours aching that bad for me, or what?”
Her response was a breathy whisper of, “God, yes.”
He thrust his hands into her wet locks of hair, shoving the darkened strands back from her face and pulling her away from his kiss so he could get a good look at her face. At the bliss and wildness turning her into something beautiful for him.
“You gonna ride me?” he demanded.
She nodded.
“Fuck me ‘til you can’t breathe?”
“Yeah.”
He leaned in, hands sliding down to wrap around her throat while his teeth grazed down her jaw to get the taste of her skin on his tongue while he asked, “Fucking get on my cock and fuck me dry, then.”
Her hands slipped into the water between them, grasping the base of his cock to steady him before she dropped down on him. All at fucking once, too. She stretched out around him, the heat of her sex yanking a hard moan from his clenched teeth.
His hands flexed on her throat when she started riding him. All her soft, “Holy fuck, holy fuck,” driving him even crazier.
She was so loud, this woman.
He loved it.
Needed all her sounds and the way she sighed his name when she started to come, all breathy and lost. It was pure sin—total bliss to his senses.
Her thighs trembled when her fingers dug into his pecs, her pace coming faster and faster. He knew it was coming when her pussy started tightening around his cock, and what she wanted while she did it.
Vanna just seemed to love it when he took away a little bit of her air when she came. He swore it dragged those orgasms out of her for longer, and there was nothing quite like the sight of her with those pupils blown wide, and his name on her mouth while his hands wrapped her throat like a collar, and she broke all apart for him.
“Almost, yeah?”
She whispered. “Yeah.”
“Get it, then.”
Vanna stilled above him, coming down hard on his cock one last time before a shudder raced through her entire form. He was right, too—all it took was the flex of his fingers, her eyes blew wide to find his, and he got to feel the thrum of her pulse under his fingertips go on for what felt like forever.
“Oh, my God, Bene,” she gasped.
He gave her exactly a breath to recover from that orgasm before he let go of her throat, and his hands found her ass. He grabbed tight to her backside, sure he’d leave marks behind that he would be able to appreciate later, before he used her to get himself off. Dragging her up and down on his length with deep, hard strokes that had her whining again until he felt that familiar tightening in his balls.
The heat shot up his spine a second before he held her tight to his cock, and yes, it did feel better to come like that. With nothing to hold him back, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm milking every fucking drop from him that it could.
“You, you ... you,” he said, not knowing what else to say.
Because what was this girl doing to him?
How and why?
Vanna laughed, her eyes shutting as she lifted from him. His cock slipped out of her still clenching pussy, but he was caught staring at her in the darkness, really, and the way she looked like this.
Wet and shivering.
Hot from him.
Ready for another round.
She hovered above him, pussy flashing him over the water as her hands drove down the front of her body. He watched those deft, delicate fingers of hers drift past her navel, over the damp flesh above her sex, and then between her thighs. She stroked herself, entirely unashamed that he was still panting from the aftereffects of his orgasm, and his cock was already starting to go limp on his fucking thigh.
Although, watching her let his cum fall onto her fingers before she used it to stroke fast circles into her clit until she was coming again with loud cries ... well, that was enough to get Bene hard again.
“Fucking look at you,” he said, tone thick with a groan.
“Are you?”
“For as long as you want me to.”
She grinned, her lashes fluttering open for their gazes to meet. “Good.”
This woman?
She was absolutely going to kill him.
But damn.
What a fucking way to go.
• • •
“See, told you.”
Bene grinned at Vanna when she turned, wearing his shirt from earlier, her shivers wracking her whole body for a second before he covered her in the blanket he’d grabbed from the back of the Lambo. It wasn’t unusual for people in Canada to keep a blanket in their car, but especially in the winter, in case one went off the road and needed to stay warm until help arrived. His precaution came in handy tonight.
Vanna had been perfectly fine in the water until they had to get out. Then, the shivers started. And her chattering teeth. She was barely even able to pick up her own clothes, let alone put them on. Bene quickly pulled his shirt down over her head and asked if she could stand to wait for ten minutes while he ran to the car for something better.
The blanket, that was.
Her happy sigh at being warm was all he needed before he gathered her in his arms, she tucked the ends of the blanket around him, and the two of them stood like that next to the bottom of Maggie’s Falls. He rested his chin on the top of Vanna’s head while he watched the water pour down from overhead on the rocks.
“You’re happier now,” he murmured.
Her shivering stilled, before her head slowly tipped up. Bene met her gaze, raising an eyebrow as if to dare her to deny his statement. She didn’t even bother to try.
“You helped with that.”
“Still don’t want to talk about it?”
Vanna smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Or it just doesn’t matter now.”
“It matters to me.”
“Okay, so maybe it doesn’t matter when I’m with you.”
Huh.
And her smile was more real now, too.
He took that for what it was and dropped a quick kiss t
o the tip of her nose. The way her face scrunched up, all sweet and cute, and how her eyes crinkled at the corners, had something warm growing in his tightening chest.
Fuck.
He wasn’t the type for soft and sweet.
Didn’t care to snuggle.
Couldn’t be bothered.
What was this chick doing to him?
Vanna made a soft noise under her breath when he leaned in to kiss her again, only this time, it was his lips meeting hers. God knew he had gotten more than enough of his fill of this woman over the evening—still had the flavor of her in his mouth, too—but that didn’t seem to matter to his brain, or his cock. He just wanted more.
Except their kiss stayed soft, and slow. He didn’t move to deepen it, and neither did she. He liked that just fine, too.
“How much convincing would it take for you to jump off the top rocks again with me?” he asked, pulling away from the kiss.
Vanna shook her head. “You’re crazy. Once was enough.”
“Come on, that was awesome.”
“Until you realize you’re jumping twenty feet down into a six-foot-wide pool of water, and if you jump too far, you might hit the rocks. Which, you know, if it doesn’t kill you ... it’s really going to hurt, Bene.”
“And?”
Vanna smacked his bare chest with her hands. “And? Are you serious?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
That was basically his whole life in a nutshell. His mantra should be but did it kill you? He didn’t think it was the right thing to say to her right now, however. He was a little crazy sometimes—still wasn’t stupid, though.
Bene squeezed her tighter. “But you didn’t hit the rocks, and it was fun, right?”
“That’s really what it is for you, huh?”
“What?”
“Fun.”
He thought about that. “I mean, yeah. What’s so great about life if you’re not actually living?”
Vanna nodded. “You’re not entirely wrong.”
“But?”
Because he could hear it.
Even if she didn’t say it.
“But I am not jumping off those rocks again.”
Bene smirked, his hands sliding down the damp fabric of his shirt she was wearing overtop her shivering spine. Those shudders of hers picked up when his palms found her bare ass, palmed the plump flesh, and squeezed. He pulled her harder into his body, letting her feel the firm length of his erection under his jeans.
“You sure?”
She smirked right back at him. “Oh, is the promise of your dick supposed to make me risk my life?”
“It might ...”
“Let’s be honest, I can get that dick whenever I want it, and all I have to do is tell you I need it.”
Bene’s mouth went dry.
She wasn’t wrong.
God, he loved that.
How she threw his shit right back at him.
Vanna cocked a brow at him. “Well?”
“Fine,” he half-heartedly grumbled.
“Are you always like this?” she whispered against his grinning lips.
“Hmm?”
“Fun—wild?”
Bene laughed. “My family would say yes.”
“Oh?”
“Usually, it was Beni and me together, though. Always looking for the next thing to chase after—whatever might get us into trouble, but would be fun, too.”
Vanna’s gaze glittered with amusement. “I have no doubt.”
“I miss my twin all the fucking time.”
There.
He said it out loud; he actually told someone instead of keeping it inside his head where no one would know the truth, and he could keep lying to them, and himself, that everything was okay. It was out there. He couldn’t take it back. Maybe he didn’t even want to.
Vanna stilled in his arms, her smile fading as their stares met. “You don’t see him often?”
“Used to. We lived together—fucking woke up in rooms right next to each other for two decades, and then it just changed. He met a girl, got married, stayed in Chicago, and I had to figure out how to do everything by myself. I wasn’t very good at it.”
“Hey.”
His gaze darted back to hers.
Vanna lifted one shoulder under the blanket. “I don’t really know anything about him—just you, Bene.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“And I think you’re pretty good at being you. I mean, without him, and all.”
Was he?
“With you, maybe.”
Vanna’s brow dipped. “What’s that mean?”
“It’s easier with you maybe because you don’t know him, or my family ... any of it, really. I only need to worry about being me with you—you distract me, it’s easy.”
Her pink lips pursed.
Bene let out a heavy breath.
“Or maybe it’s just me,” he muttered. “Everybody keeps saying I need time without him to just be me ... but I keep wondering if all they see is us, and I’m busy trying to prove I can be okay, anyway. Fake it until you make it, kind of thing.”
“But are you?”
“Hmm?”
Vanna stood up on her tiptoes, the blanket falling a bit on her shoulders when her lips pressed to his, and those fingernails of hers dug into his chest in the best way. “Are you okay, Bene?”
He didn’t even have to think about it.
Not really.
“I’m getting there.”
It was better with her.
She was only part of it, though.
“Good.”
She grinned against his kiss. He forgot he was also cold, and still damp, when her hands slipped under the waistband of his pants. Wicked woman. That’s what she was, and her smile was just as sinful, too. Especially when those teasing fingers of hers wrapped around his shaft, and her words whispered along his lax lips.
“Maybe I lied.”
“About what?” he asked.
“Maybe,” she said, pulling away a bit and winking, “you can convince me to jump off the rocks one more time.”
Bene chuckled. “Knew it.”
• • •
Bene drummed his fingers against the steering wheel while eyeing the phone in his other hand. Parked in the underground garage of his building, he should have entered the place a half an hour ago when he first arrived. Instead, his mind just ran crazy.
On the woman he dropped off well over an hour ago. The kiss he gave her before she got out of his car. Her smell still lingering on him.
All of it.
He only thought about the fact that as soon as he took her home, and then arrived at his place alone, the first thing he wanted to do was go right back to her. Make sure she was still smiling because something that beautiful didn’t ever need to be sad.
And then he wondered ...
Was it like that for Beni, too?
When he met August, and it was like his brother suddenly did a whole one-eighty with his direction in life, and everything else ... had it been that?
Bene never thought to ask, and he kind of felt like a shit about it. Mostly because the first thing he wanted to do was call his twin, and tell him all about the woman he met. This chick he was so fucking on for all of the sudden, who just came into his life by chance, and now he didn’t know where to go next with it all.
Thing was, Beni would answer.
He’d talk.
And let Bene talk, too.
No questions asked.
It still made Bene feel like shit, though, because for all this time, he’d just been trying. Barely getting by. His twin worried about him all the time, and he knew it. Everyone told him. Instead of calling his twin and letting him know he was okay, Bene just pushed it aside.
Lied to himself.
Said it would be fine.
It wasn’t.
Or it hadn’t been.
Yeah, his brother would answer, and they’d talk like everything was fine because Beni would nev
er admit how much it bothered him that Bene never asked about August back then—only acted like a prick—never mind how he’d been acting lately.
Those thoughts, the doubt, and his self-loathing was almost enough to keep him from calling his brother, but Bene turned on his phone, and brought up his brother’s contact before he could think better of it. Beni had already tried making several first steps to fix this shit between them, but Bene kept holding them back.
He would stop that.
Starting now.
On speaker, the call rung three times while Bene stared at the clock on his Lambo’s dash. Chicago was an hour behind Toronto, and it was already a little past one in the morning his time. Chances were, his brother was fast asleep next to his wife, unless someone had him out doing business for the Chicago mob.
And even then, he might not pick up the phone.
Business first.
Everything else second.
Beni did pick up on the fourth ring, though, right before it went to his voicemail. “Yeah, fuck ... hello?”
“Sorry, I woke you up, huh?”
It took a second.
Then, two ...
“Bene?”
“Hey, man,” he said quietly. “Uh, if you’re not up for talking, I can call you tomorrow or—”
“Now is fine.”
It clearly wasn’t.
He’d obviously been asleep.
And still ...
It had been so long since the two of them talked that Beni didn’t even seem to care his twin was calling way too late for it to be normal.
“Everything good your way?” Beni asked.
Bene cleared his throat. “Yeah, I mean, it’s good. A lot of shit’s changed, and—”
“Yeah, Marcus mentioned you got the button, huh?”
His laughter filled up the car.
“Can’t say it was because I deserved it, or anything.”
“You did,” Beni replied quietly, “you just had a moment for a bit, that’s all.”
Right, right.
“How’s August?”
Beni sighed, proud and pleased. “Great, man. Loves her job. You know, her articles made her more famous in this city than I am back home.”
Bene chuckled. “I know, I’m subscribed to Manic Media’s online edition. Swear she could write about a polar bear eating snow, and it would somehow be interesting.”