by Nana Malone
I narrowed my gaze. “You don’t like that pretty blouse?” It was a simple white tunic with long sleeves that cuffed with a delicate pearl button at the wrist and a neckline that was almost indecent. Certainly not office attire. But fucking attire, absolutely.
I smirked down at her as I gripped her thighs. I forced myself to loosen my grip. I didn’t want her having bruises on my account.
“I don’t want you holding back from me. We’ve had enough of that.”
“Suit yourself,” I said while undoing my buttons quickly. I lost a few to my impatience before tossing the shirt aside. Studying her blouse, I tried to find a simple way to take it off, but there wasn’t one. “Fuck it,” I muttered as I ripped it.
The flimsy fabric tore in my hands like it was nothing, bearing her mauvy pink lace bra. There was no finesse left in me when I leaned over and dragged one of the cups down with my teeth.
As I trailed an open-mouth kiss over her collarbone and down the center of her chest, she kept trying to hold me in place.
When my lips finally wrapped around the sensitive tip, sucking it deep, she threw her head back and groaned. Livy’s hands threaded into my hair, holding my head in place. Then she scored her hands down and over my back, leaving a trail of desire on my skin.
I swirled my tongue over the milk chocolate tip of her nipple, and she arched her back on a low moan. “Ben, oh my God.” Her hands fisted in my hair and tugged enough to give me some pain with the pleasure.
“Fuuuck. You naughty thing.”
Releasing her breast with a pop, I backed out from between her thighs. When she protested, I hooked my hands behind her knees and pulled her forward, bringing her to her feet.
My voice was guttural and hoarse when I spoke. “Bend over.”
Livy
Holy hell.
The ice blue of his eyes were now a searing electric blue. My eyes were wide when I met his gaze, but then I turned slowly and complied.
Impatiently, with rough hands, he yanked down my leggings and lace panties until they slid over my hips, dragging them down my legs. “Step out of them.”
My hands shook as I slowly tried to turn around. “B-Ben?”
“Shhhh, bend over kitten. I might die if I can’t taste you. What do you say? Can I have a little taste?”
A shiver ran over my body as I leaned over his enormous bed. I felt vulnerable and exposed and… sexy. The way he looked at me, I thought I might combust. It helped knowing I wasn’t the only one feeling this way. I’d seen his hands tremble.
He caressed my back gently, sliding over my skin, then possessively palming my ass. “Open for me, love.”
A flush of heat cascaded over my body, but I did what he asked, widening my stance for him.
The first brush of his tongue had me gasping. The next pulled a moan from deep inside me. But when his hands dug into the flesh of my ass and he lapped at me, my sounds became unintelligible. Who needed words, honestly?
He made this moaning sound of satisfaction as he licked and sucked. His thumb stroked my slit, coating it in my juices. When he pressed on my clit, I stopped caring about what I sounded like. I only cared about this moment, right now, with him.
Expertly, he sucked on my clit as he sank two fingers inside me. “Jesus Christ, you’re so tight. The way you’re gripping my fingers. You’re going to be a tight fit. “
All I could manage was a week plea of, “Ben, please.” The wave built deep inside me, and I knew it was coming. But God, I was so in a hurry for it to come now. I thrashed in his hold. “Ben, I need —”
“That’s it, kitten,” he crooned. “Come for me.”
It was so close. I could almost taste it, but it was still so far away, still just out of reach. “I can’t.”
“Shhh, I know what you need.” On his next upstroke, he licked higher…where I’d never been touched. Holy flipping Christ.
I squealed and wriggled away. With a growl, he hauled me back against his mouth and gave me a stinging swat on the ass for my trouble. The bolt of electricity went straight to my clit.
The sharp crack stunned me, even more than his roving tongue and I screamed. “Jesus, Ben!”
When he twisted his fingers around, hooking them ever so slightly and pressing on that deep bundle of nerves, he added another resounding crack over my tender flesh, and I broke in a not-so-silent scream.
White hot heat froze me in position, mouth open, back arched, eyes screwed shut, shaking from the force of my orgasm, unable to form coherent thought or action. I was broken. Definitely broken. The few brain cells I had were completely obliterated.
All I knew was I could stay there like that for likely hours.
His voice was a soft chuckle. “All right, love?”
How the hell was I supposed to answer that question. Okay was so not the right word. “I—I’m not sure I’ve ever been okay in my life.”
Ben smoothed his hands up my legs, then followed the trail with his lips, only stopping along the way to give a tiny love bite to one of my butt cheeks. When I squeaked, he kissed the tiny injury. “Come here.”
Move? The man wanted me to move? I made a feeble attempt, but then collapsed back on my face. Moving required so much work.
Gently, he pulled me to my knees, then turned me over. Then he made making quick work of the rest of his clothes and the tattered remains of my top. I still couldn’t move much. My muscles refused to function properly. “Do you know how much those little sounds you make turn me on?”
I bit back my smile. “Maybe.”
When his trousers fell to the floor I glanced down and gasped.
Ben
My cock twitched at her at full attention. Or maybe it was the way her tongue peaked out. “See something you like?”
“I—” She licked her lips. “Jesus, you’re huge.” I could hear the nerves behind the chuckle.
Dipping my head, I planted kisses along the hollow her neck then up to the shell of her ear. “Still sure you’re mine?”
She nodded without hesitation or reservation. Which was a relief because I was steely hard, nearly to the point of pain.
Scooping her up into the center of the massive king-sized bed, I climbed over her, kissing my favorite spots along the way. I guided her hands above her head and restrained her wrists with one hand.
She arched her back into each kiss and caress. The more she asked for, the more I wanted to give her. I wanted to bloody give her everything.
“Woman, you’re trying to kill me.”
Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. “Ben, please. Don’t make me wait.”
I nipped at her neck again before easing the burn with a kiss. From the nightstand, I retrieved the box of condoms I’d bought when she moved into the loft. Not at all presumptuous. More like damn good planning.
To my chagrin, my bloody hands shook. As I ripped the foil, she blinked up at me, lips parted, showing no hint of self- consciousness. She kept her gaze on mine as I sheathed myself.
Stay in control. Easy.
Bullshit.
Along her skin, I used my tongue, making her wiggle and squirm as I explored each hollow and dip. The scent of coconut and lime drove me mad.
I cupped her breast with one hand as the other traveled a path over her belly to the juncture between her thighs. Her eyes fluttered shut. My cock nudged her thigh, and I whispered against her skin. “So fucking beautiful… can’t think... making me... so hot…”
I slipped first one finger inside her, and then another. The only sounds in the room now were our commingled deep breaths, groans and moans. Livy dropped her head back against the pillow and wrapped her legs around me as she attempted to draw me in. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”
“Fuck, you’re so wet. Does my kitten want more?”
Livy lifted her hips. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Please,”
“Remember what I said about being mine? Whose pussy is this?”
“Please�
�I need….” I started to retreat, and she whimpered. “What are you doing?”
I gave her an evil grin. “Tell me what I need to hear first.”
“Oh God. It’s yours. Is that what you want to hear?”
“It’s a start, kitten.”
Gently, I guided my cock home with the other hand. I needed to go slow. Take my time, but Jesus-fucking-Christ, she felt good. Too good. The tenuous hold on my control started to slip. Scorching bliss hit me like a blast furnace. With the first inch, I exhaled slowly and deliberately. Easy. Easy. Christ. It was too much. She was too tight.
With a trembling breath, I retreated, then slid back inside. Inch by inch. Slide, retreat. Slide retreat. My skin slicked with sweat, and my muscles bunched.
I squeezed my eyes tight at the pleasure spiraling inside. She was small, but we fit. The easy slide made me moan. The feel of her silken depths milking my cock made my eyes cross. I retreated again. When I finally sank all the way in, I dropped my forehead to her shoulder. “Jesus Christ, I think you’re going to kill me.”
I penetrated her slowly, increasing the pleasure, then retreating.
The sheer effort of the concentration made beads of sweat pop on my brow. Her eyes widened on each slide. Leaning over, I teased her nipple. Slide, retreat. Breathe. Slide, retreat. Breathe. I kept that rhythm.
With my thumb, I stroked over her clit sending a shiver though her. With a long exhale of breath, she relaxed, and I picked up the pace.
“Yes, God. Right fucking there.”
I pulled nearly all the way out, then sank home again on one stroke, making her whimper. “I want to do this all night. Would you like that?”
“Y-yes. God, yes. Ben…”
I released her breast and slid my hand between our bodies then used my thumb to tease her clit. Over and over I took her to the edge then back again, not wanting to push her over yet. I wanted to live inside her forever. Might make social gatherings awkward, but fuck anyone who had anything to say about it.
Her muscles squeezed around me. Her thighs quivered and I knew. She was so fucking close. Molten heat started to spread from the base of my spine making me grit my teeth. Nope. No fucking way. She was coming again first.
I changed up the pressure on her clit pressing harder, varying my rhythm.
“Ben, oh God. Just like that. Yes. Yes…so good.”
“That’s it. Come for me, Livy. Let go, kitten.” She was so close. Right on that edge, but it wasn’t until I nipped her ear and whispered, “I don’t ever want this to end,” that her body went stiff.
Her silken walls grasped me tight, and my release started at the base of my spine and built. Step by step, vertebrae by vertebrae, I fought to hold on.
She cried out and shook in my arms, and I increased the pressure on her clit, intertwining our fingers I drove home. With her owning my cock, her silken walls fisting me, all it took was three more strokes, and white-hot heat nearly blinded me as I came.
27
Livy
Last night had been the kind of sex intended to make me forget my name and everything about anybody that might have come before Ben.
The sun was cheerily streamed through a window demanding I wake but I was pretty sure I couldn’t move. And if I did move, my pussy would groan in protest. Damn, I was sore.
I tried to move a foot and then just groaned and flopped back.
“It’s better if you try not to get up too quickly.”
I couldn’t help but smile at that voice. Ben’s voice. “Good morning.”
He was already facing me with a smug grin on his face. “Good morning, kitten.”
“So, that happened.”
He grinned. “And by ‘that,’ you mean?”
“I mean orgasms so good I’m certain my legs don’t work right now.”
He grinned. “Well, you know, I aim to please.”
He shifted to pull me close and his shoulder blocked out some of the light. “Jesus, you’re enormous.”
“In more ways than one,” he said with a wink. I bit back a laugh.
I tried again to get up, but he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. “Where do you think you’re going, woman?”
“I just remember you saying that you don’t do sleepovers, and here I am, sleeping over. I’ll just go back to my bed across the hall.”
His brows furrowed. “So, we’re going to go ahead and establish that anything that happened before is not what’s happening now. This, right now, it’s different, yeah?”
I nodded slowly. “Yeah, this is different.”
“Good, now that we’ve got that established, I will make sure that we are perfectly clear on this. I don’t bring people here. I’ve never brought anyone to this bed besides you, just in case you had that visual going on.”
I bit my lip, trying to fight my smile. “No, but thank you for making sure I’ll never have it.”
He nodded. “I like having you here.”
I grinned at him. “You do?”
He nodded. “Yes, and just so there are no other doubts in your mind, I plan on having you here a lot.”
“Define a lot. I mean, we do have to work.”
He grinned at me then. “Oh, you must be having all kinds of ideas about afternoon quickies.”
I laughed. “Oh my God, you’re ridiculous.”
“You’re the one who brought that up. Don’t blame me for letting my mind go there.”
I stretched, and he immediately dove under the covers to kiss my belly. “Oh my God, Ben.”
“Yes?”
“I have things I have to do.”
He frowned. “Like what?”
“Well, we just got back from France. I have to prep all the files to meet with Peterman. I also have to do my status update for Jessa.”
“Do that from here.”
Tempting as that was, I didn’t want to slide down that slippery slope. “I should probably go into the office. Get out of your hair.”
He took my hands. “Look. I’m still worried about your safety. And I want you here with security. Working remotely is something my employees do all the time. Not just the ones I’m seeing. This is real, okay? It means friends and Netflix queues and all of that jazz. No hiding. No going back to him.”
I scooted back. “No. Never. It’s not going to happen. But I do need to move freely.”
“Good. I don’t share. But I understand. Let me do a security assessment, then we’ll figure out your freedom of movement. Now, I need to get some work done with East and Bridge.”
He did have a point. Someone had tried to hurt me. I needed to be safe. But how long could we shack up? “Do Bridge and East know?”
“About us?” He shook his head. “Not yet, but they’re going to. Please rewind to earlier and what I said about this being real, friends and all. You’re mine now. I’m not letting you go without a fight, so get used to being here.”
I nodded. “Okay. It’ll take some getting used to. This is, uh, new.”
He laughed. “I know. I also know what I want. You and I have been dancing around each other for weeks. I knew exactly where I wanted you to be when I met you in that closet.”
I lifted a brow. “On my back?”
He rolled his eyes. “And on your knees with me behind you, holding on to those perfect tits. Jesus Christ.”
He gently nipped at my nipple and I giggled. “Oh my God, that tickles.”
He lifted a brow. “Oh, really? This tickles?” He leaned down then and pulled that same nipple into his mouth, tugging forcefully enough that I could feel a pull low in my belly.
“No, that does not tickle.”
“Oh, good.”
His hands wandered down my belly, and his fingers slid over my sex, gliding to my folds, and my breath hitched. “Ben.”
“Open for me.”
I parted my thighs a little, and he slid right in. First one finger, his palm branding over my clit, and then he retreated. When he slid back in, it was with two fin
gers. The slow, teasing motion caused me to chase his hand as it teased pleasure but didn’t quite satisfy.
Before I knew it, he released my nipple, kissed at my neck, and then the thick length of him slid right in.
We both groaned, and I hissed with a bite of pain. He immediately stilled. “Fuck, are you okay?”
“Yes, it’s just... You really are Big Ben.”
He nuzzled his face on my neck. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I’m not hurt. I’m just a little sore,” I whispered.
“I should have just kissed it better.”
“You did kiss it better, remember?”
“That was hardly kissing. I can do better.”
He started to glide out, and my fingers clawed at his back. “Nope, you’re already here. Why don’t you start moving and make me feel better.”
“Oh, is this kind of like kissing it all better?”
“Yup. Um-hmm. With your dick.”
His movements were slow. Controlled. But now with the initial sting gone, I didn’t want slow and controlled. I wanted hard and fast, and I slid my fingers into his hair and tugged him close.
It was his turn to hiss. “Jesus, Liv. I’m trying to go easy here.”
“I don’t want you to go easy.”
“You’ll be sore.”
“I like being sore.”
With a growl, he increased his movements. A wave of ecstasy rolled over me as I careened toward the edge of bliss. “Yes, that’s it.”
“Who does this belong to?”
“You. Always you.”
“Don’t let anyone else ever touch this again.”
I shook my head. “Nope. No, never. Oh my God, Ben, right there.”
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”
“A month and three days.”
He pulled back and peered down at me. “Do you know exactly how many days?”
“Yup, . That’s how long I have been tortured too.”
“Uh-huh.” He swiveled his hips again, and I cursed. “Somehow I think I’ve been more tortured. I didn’t even think you liked me.”