by Alex Elliott
Bennett skims his fingers roughly over my body, not stopping until he cups my ass and squeezes my cheeks with both his hands. “God, I love the way you feel and smell.”
I push forward, seeking him. Needing him. I’m on the verge of groaning. The elevator dings and the doors open. It’s the eleventh floor. I stiffen and whisper, trying to push him off me. “What are we doing here? There might be hotel guests nearby.”
“Don’t freak out. It’s the back hallway. We need to talk.” He reaches over and slams his hand on the ‘stop’ button.
When he resumes touching me, sliding his hands up to my hips and possessively, he pulls me to him, I wait and wonder if he was serious about the talking part. His brow slightly lifts, yet he remains silent. Staring. I want him to kiss me. And in that moment, it’s clear. I hunger for his dominance that twines with unending intimacy—so dark and deep it’s dangerous.
I can’t breathe. I’m waiting to hear him say something that’ll erode the confusion of today. Our gazes lock, deepening, and he says low, leaning into me, “There’s no one but you. Fuck, don’t you understand?”
He pauses and his expression that holds a question doesn’t change. His carved jaw is tight—the arrogance I find so appealing and so bewildering, beckons to me. I run my fingers along his cheek as I ached to do earlier, and now this ache is out of control.
“What are we doing?”
“Deciding,” he says, lifting his hand. He traces my jaw, and then his expression that has always been a wall of mystery, flickers and I see him. Vulnerable and tender in his touch. He’s letting me in and the twinge in my chest implodes.
“Yeah?” I answer him softly.
“And...” He presses his mouth to mine. A long, sweet kiss at first that evolves into hotter and harder. That’s what we do.
He pushes open my lips, cupping the back of my head, sucking nips before he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. We groan simultaneously as our tongues tangle, and he forces me back to the wall until I’m perfectly pinned by him. He’s hard in all the right places. A mirage but he’s let me in, trusting me. As he presses his rigid cock into my belly, the realization blooms that this is beyond hard, twisted sex.
No matter if our secret is found out—displayed for the world to see, we have more. The secret under the secret.
I shudder from the jolt of electricity racing through me. I flex my hips, seeking more of him. It’s what I’ve wanted from the start. We pause and I pull back, a few inches to look up into his eyes. “We should have done this right from the start.”
“Our first kiss, I think we tried,” he finally replies, palming his hands over my bottom. He hikes my cheeks, splaying me open to him, turning us until it’s his back to the wall. “I hear what you’re saying. Baby, I need you.”
He opens a ‘door’ that lies between us, and it swings both ways. I have to be honest—as honest as he’s being.
“Good thing,” I whisper, riding the ache for him that is now a wildfire, torching my nerve endings, searing the coiled lust residing deep in my belly, racing lower, in between my legs. “I want to be with you. I don’t understand this magnetic pull that connects us, but I’m in. All the way!”
“I’ll take care of you. You won’t be sorry. Trust me.”
“I do.”
Seamlessly, he feathers his fingers along my face, groaning into my mouth, covering my lips with his until I’m clawing at his jacket, needing more—skin-on-skin. “What about dessert?” I ask. “You can’t just leave.”
“Oh no?” He laughs.
“No! We have to—”
He presses a finger to my lips, silencing my stream of concern. “I found someone to cover my place,” he replies.
Shaking my head, I don’t understand. “Who?”
He glances down then replies. “Clooney was in town and he’s covering my spot. I’m sure he’ll do just fine.”
“Wait a minute. You and him trade favors?”
“Just one and now we’re square.”
“And what if I want to go and meet the man?”
“Not tonight,” he chuckles as he answers, steering me off the elevator. “I’m done sharing you with strange men.”
Down in front of his room, he inserts the key and holds the door open for me to enter. Again, he follows behind me, without touching my skin, but I feel his presence, a heat wave overtaking my senses. “Where to?”
“Stop here,” he says as we come to the sofa. “I want to undress you.”
His fingers press onto my skin, move to my dress where he tugs me to him, and I gasp. The sound of my zipper lowering sends a tingle down my spine. My gown drifts apart as he lets go, and it falls to the carpet. The cool tease of air skims across my skin that he bares but does not touch.
“Turn around,” he whispers and my nipples tighten at the sound of hunger in his voice. “I’m going to enjoy my own private dessert. The one I’ve waited hours to sample and savor.”
I do as he says, my breathing constrained as I stand there in my heels and panties. His eyes lock onto mine. No bra, I stand there exposed to him on so many levels.
“So beautiful and such a ballbuster.”
“Pot. Kettle. Stone. Black.”
“Mmm,” he murmurs, “something like that.”
Reaching up, he removes a pin from my hair. Arduously, he pulls another pin free. Additive is how he touches me. I shiver each time he lets one drop to the floor. His smoldering eyes watch me, then slide from my face, and watch as the length of my hair spreads along my shoulders. A heavy sensuous curtain across my naked breasts. Without warning, he takes hold of my arms and brings me close to him, and once again, it’s me virtually naked and him partially clothed. Yet unlike before, tonight there’s more simmering to the surface. We’re together. Not fully and his hands hold us...still. For several silent seconds, we’re achingly near each other, pure torture and less than an inch apart.
“Bennett,” I whisper his name.
“What do you want, Xavia?” he asks—doesn’t demand to know.
“You. I want you. Naked.”
Chapter Fourteen
How far?
CURLING MY fingers over Xavia’s hips, I back her up a couple of steps, until she’s caught between me and the side of the sofa. Will this girl let me possess her completely when she discovers how fucked up I am inside? There’s only one answer I’m willing to entertain. Lifting my hands, I brush back the hair from her face, needing to see her eyes. “X, you’re mine and if you want naked...then yes. But I get you in return. Every last part of you!”
“Is this a one-time deal?”
I stare into her eyes—lightest of blue—keeper of my secret.
She’s my sin.
The arrow, the error, the road to ruin.
But not fucking hell.
What can I tell her?
Slowly, I trace my fingers down from her face and over her shoulders, hungry to take possession of her body. This act grounds me. Fucking her isn’t a question—it’s the answer.
The one I can deal with.
Cupping her glorious tits, I feel myself on the verge of exploding. Near to the edge as she moans...softly, provocatively.
Mind fucking me!
The sound of her voice resonates inside my head like a bomb going off. I’m so close to breaking every rule I’ve ever heard about, or could possibly conceive, to mark her inside and out. My goal is to brand her with my body, tasting every delicious inch of her skin, and taking her so deep, she’ll remember this night forever. One night. Fuck, I want a million and one!
This is crazy. This is a head rush, an addictive trip, and this girl has me caught by my own intense, shredding hunger.
I thrum her tight nipples, pinching each tender tip between my thumb and forefinger, wanting her—something she has—that will alleviate this ever-widening, constant knifing agony that resides just under my skin.
“Say it again,” I order her. “Tell me what do you want.” I pinch her nipples harder, needing
confirmation that she’s on edge just as I am.
“You. I want you. Naked.”
Her words echo, spurring me past caring about anything other than getting inside her. “You. I want you. Naked.” Those words unleash what I have fought for twenty-four hours and a lifetime, and I’ve got to possess her. Right now. Beneath me as I thrust my cock into her repeatedly.
Sliding my hand up to her neck, I don’t stop until I’m holding the back of her head. “Baby,” I say as I steady her, and capture her mouth. One taste of her pink marshmallow lips, and I can’t stop. She’s what I need. All of her.
Starting with the tender part of her lip—she’s mine. I tease and suck the heart of her lip between my teeth and callously bite down. C’mon, I think. Show me you feel pain.
No yelp. No whimpering. Her only reaction is the bumping of her hips against mine, grazing her softness against my hard-on—tempting me to strip her naked, and tie her in innumerable ways to keep her imprisoned for my pleasure.
Again, I nip her but harder this time. She stiffens in my arms and yes....she whimpers. “Please, Bennett.”
Our eyes meet, and I see myself reflected in her unwavering gaze. Fuck! I’m diving into crystal blue pools too fast to slow my descent.
I yank a fistful of her hair. “Your voice. My name. That sounds so fucking perfect. Got to hear that when you come!”
Our gazes lock and the twinge in my chest explodes. That’s it! I’m a beast. A fucker. The man who’ll own this beauty—all of her. Crashing my mouth against hers, I tunnel my tongue between her lips, plunging forward until our tongues are entwining. I’m voracious for more.
We kiss without stopping, both of us rubbing our hands across each other’s body. I crave her with a blinding intensity. I’m on the verge of madness.
“I need you,” she whispers.
“X, let me have you. Let me in.” I move my fingers back to her tits and squeeze as I fuck her mouth, needing her. Needing everything she’s got to give me.
She whimpers; the keening pitch ignites a blistering hunger only she incites. I’ve got to get her on her back, legs parted, and me thoroughly fucking her as she glosses my cock with her orgasm.
I pick her up in my arms, and then stride across the living room and into the bedroom, kicking the door closed. Tonight isn’t just about savage screwing. I’m on edge and need to be naked with her. A skin-on-skin kind of connection.
In ten seconds, I’m going to be buried inside her, meticulously pounding my dick in and out as I watch her expressions. Memorize each detail of her.
Not the norm in my world where others watch me deliver hardcore gratifying encounters.
Sex between women and me—a combination where me naked has never been a factor.
I decide who. I engineer the BDSM scene. I fuck. End of story.
For the last couple of years at the House, hook-ups contain hot, hard, fast sex. Names, not important to me.
Beds are for sex—only. Sleeping with a woman, definitely out of the question...until now. Until I laid eyes on X. Now, the idea of letting her out of my sight, even for a second feels out of synch.
“Let me,” she whispers and waits.
So fucking beautiful. My blond minx.
I give a nod. Words—my thoughts are twisted, dangerous. I can’t ever let her know how much she gets to me. Some dominant I’m turning out to be. A whipped Dom is more like it if I don’t get my ass in gear.
Her hands slide under my jacket, warm and inviting. She pushes it off my shoulders as she stands near to naked before me. Her fingers are on my tie and she pulls the knot loose and starts to unbutton my shirt.
“What are you doing?” I asked half-dazed.
“For a pretty smart guy, sometimes you amaze me.”
Her fingers move lower and lower, unbuttoning my shirt. When she tugs my tails from my trousers and touches her hands to my abs, I let out a raspy hiss. Our roles are reversed. I’m the one watching and waiting.
As seconds tick by, I hunger for more of her, like a junkie straining, struggling to score his next hit. I’ve got to have all of her. My muscles are tight bands, constricting around my bones, and I’m shaking from holding everything I feel in, everything I could say back.
I am so fucked!
How does X do it?
One way around this racing feeling of falling and it’s to steer control my way.
“Let me,” I echo her words, but mine come out hoarse. Demanding.
“But...” she says.
Our eyes meet. Our gazes lock. I raise an eyebrow. Steel my emotions.
Keep myself in check.
I’ll do anything to sequester what she makes me feel.
She bites her incredible lower lip, the one that I own, and my cock hardens at the thought of her mouth wrapped around my crown. My hands take over as I unbuckle my belt and unzip my trousers. I don’t stop until I’m fully undressed.
“Well? Naked enough?” I smirk but watch her—the way her eyes zero in on the scars on my arms and shoulders—then move lower and she bites her lip. She doesn’t ask what happened and but by tomorrow, she might. I don’t care. I’ll tell her the truth about my uncle who fucked up childhood. I stow those memories. Right now, it’s just us. No nightmares.
“Gorgeous, you are a sight.” Her lips quirk and she lowers her mystifying eyes down my body, and I swear to fucking God, I can feel the path of her gaze over my skin. Ah, so this is what it’s like when I do that to her. I laugh and her eyes flash up to mine.
“What’s so funny, Senator?”
I reach for her but she steps back. “Being treated like an object,” I reply. “I like it.”
“Oh you do, do you?”
“Roger that.” She goes to move again but I’m ready, snagging hold on her arm. “Where are you going? From here on out, you don’t move without permission. Got it?”
The artery in her neck pulsates too fast to count beats. The one I can’t touch but want to. I’m strung out just standing next to her. Naked and my heart tripping.
“Sir, may I see if I can make this moment better?”
Sir. Fuuckk! I stroke my fingers up and down my throbbing dick. “Suck me, little sub. Suck me hard, or else I’ll teach you how.”
A smile pulls at the corners of her mouth and she sinks to her knees, taking hold of my cock in her warm palm. She gives me a hard squeeze and laughs right before she swipes her tongue across my crown.
“X,” I hiss, threading my fingers through her hair, wrapping pure blond silk within each of my fists. My abs tense as she sucks my head into her hot mouth. The exquisite sensation is pure nirvana and I’m tempted to slam forward. Own this beauty’s teasing lips.
“Look at me.” I pull back, yanking with enough force to get her to stop and look up at me. She groans—her voice a scintillating vibration on my skin. I withdraw my cock, and tap my crown on her swollen and shiny lips.
“Ben. Let me,” she pleads, licking her lips.
Tipping up her face, I stare down into her entrancing eyes. “I’m in charge here. I love your touch, your mouth, your pussy. But I’m top. You call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ when we’re naked. You give me your eyes—fuck every part of you is mine. Okay with that scenario?” If she’s not, I’ll haul her ass up on the bed and change her precious mind.
“Yes, Master,” she hums the word over my head. “Sir, may I now objectify your cock?”
Staring down at her, I paint pre cum over her lips. “Go for it, baby.”
She sucks my cock into her perfect made-for-sex mouth and holds me firmly in her grasp, licking me up and down, unleashing her secret weapon—her pierced tongue. Flicking the metal ball across my ridge, not once but over and over. My muscles stiffen as I move my hips faster, thrusting farther. Her tongue on my rod feels like a sweeping fan, a warm wet dream come true. Fuck, I can’t contain the long rasp, escaping hoarsely from my mouth.
“Just like that!” I bend my legs, leaning lower, barreling into her mouth deeper until she’s moa
ning my name.
She bobs her head up and down on my dick, and I curl my fingers in her hair as electrical darts shoot up my spine.
Sucking, licking, she takes all I give. “Mmm.”
Her voice is wicked in the stillness and has me thrusting into her mouth, across her lips and then I can’t stop. I pump my hips, making her take me deeper and deeper down her throat. I’m racing, ahead of a firestorm.
“Fuck!” Bolts of ecstasy flicker, then fire catches at the base of my spine. And just when I think I can’t withhold my release, I pummel my cock inside her mouth, over her tongue, then pull back on her hair and withdraw.
“Ben,” she moans, wrapping her fingers around my cock.
My rod glistens from her saliva. “Take just my crown, beautiful.”
She cinches her lips around my knob; unrelenting in how she sucks, refusing to let me out of her greedy little mouth, and I can’t hold back.
“X,” I groan, releasing a shot of cum across her tongue.
I rise up on my calves from the stinging sensation assaulting my muscles. Pleasure burns a path through my legs and higher into my torso, along my shoulders and spreading out along my nerve endings with one message: to keep going. Keep fucking her incredible mind-blowing-cock-sucking mouth. Simultaneously, I hunger to stop her and fuck her... but to forgo the feel of her lips—so unbelievable—I can’t.
“Can you take more... all of me?” I ask tightly.
She nods, then laughs and murmurs, “Your turn to go for it.” She’s mocking me, but I don’t care.
Fuck. Rocking on my heels, I feed my crown deeper into her mouth until I’m hitting the back of her throat. I swipe my thumbs down her cheeks, needing to delve deeper. “Baby, relax for me.”
She nods and I thrust past the ring of muscle, sliding further than before. Her eyes go liquid as I force her to take all of me. I pump my cock harder. Farther.
A part of me wishes I could be gentle with her, but that would be self-sabotaging. If anything that idea prompts me to cover my tracks, and I fuck her mouth with greater force. Over and over I thrust into her throat, until tears sprinkle down her cheeks. I try to stop, slow but she hooks her fingers behind my thighs and I groan, savoring the bobble of her mouth, working steadfast on my shaft. We’re in a BJ gauntlet—so erotically charged that I can’t stop thrusting. I piston my hips, pick up the pace, so close to losing my mind.