Page 67 of Rebellious

This behavior is why I can’t ever let her go. One minute she’s vulnerable and worried I won’t find her attractive and the next minute she’s in my face challenging me to take what I want.

She’s always what I want.

And right now, all I want is—“Let me take care of your burns.”

One shoulder lifts. “Okay, after I take care of you.” She nudges her face into my neck, her breath tickling my skin. “What do you want, Bennett?”

This is the moment you never come back from.

This is the moment that broke me.

I swallow, pushing my fingers through her hair and pulling her mouth to mine. I kiss her hard, my tongue tangling with hers. “I want you to feel how hard I am for you,” I breathe.

I take the hand at my waist and push it onto my cock so she can confirm I wasn’t lying. “I want you to take care of me,” I damn near beg.

A slight moan floats between us. I doubt either of us knows who it was. But when Aspen Von Bremen pulls back and sinks to her knees in just a towel, I’m pretty sure it’s me.

Her hands gently work down my sweats as she holds my gaze. I’m captivated watching her push my pants to my ankles, my cock hard and throbbing as it bobs at her face as if it cannot wait to push through her lips.

“Keep your eyes on me,” she says, taking one hand and interlacing it with hers. With her free hand she fists the base of my cock, holding my eyes the whole time as she slips the swollen head past her lips.

“Oh fuck.” My head falls back, breaking our eye contact as her lips close around me. She hasn’t even started sucking and I’m already falling apart. Granted, no one has ever seen my dick, but the images I conjured as I laid awake at night, dreaming of seeing her on her knees with her eyes wide and mouth full of my cock were enough to have me using all the hot water in the shower to relieve myself.

Regaining composure, I find those eyes again and squeeze her hand as she takes a long pull, covering as much of my length as she can.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. I can’t think of anything else poetic since, currently, all the blood has left my brain.

“I’ve dreamt about—oh shit.”

I give up trying to tell her how magnificent she is and squeeze her hand instead. Every pull and tug send shots of pleasure throughout my body, and when she speeds up, I fold over, my hips moving to the rhythm of her pulls.

“I’m going to come,” I warn. I’m pretty sure this the first time she’s ever done this and the last thing I want to do is shoot a built-up load into the back of her throat and choke her.

She moans out something I don’t understand from around my cock. My head is swimming and clouding with nothing but desire, so it’s only when she squeezes my hand do I realize she’s not stopping. And that thought alone has me pulling her to me, my hand squeezing hers as I empty my climax down her throat.

When my vision clears and I can breathe, I pull her up and swipe my thumb across her cheek. “Are you okay?”

She grins. “Areyouokay?”

“I’m more than okay,” I laugh. “I’m—” I shake my head. What the fuck do you say after someone had your dick in their mouth?

“Relaxed?” she offers, heading to the sink and picking up her toothbrush. “Amazing? Way less tense?”

I fight off a smile, watching as she brushes her teeth, my pants still pooled at my ankles.

“Get in the mud bath, Bennett. I’ll join you in a second.”

Giving in, I slip off my pants, already around my ankles, and discard my shirt on the floor. Her gaze tracks me in the mirror as I stride up to the counter, and place a kiss on her cheek before grabbing the cup of tea bags.

“What’s that?” she mumbles around the toothbrush.

I waggle my eyebrows. “Hurry and you’ll see.” I smack her ass over the towel before turning and lowering myself into the tub that’s been using the overflow drain for the past several minutes. My added mass sends the water cascading over the edge, onto the floor.

“It looks like you’ve made a mess.” A voice light and full of humor says.

I look up and meet Aspen’s gaze. “And it looks like you’re avoiding dropping that tow—”

The white towel drops to the floor and the words leave me. She was wrong—so fucking wrong. The angry, pink skin is not a turn off. If perfection had a picture, it would be her body. Lean and toned from all the running and extreme sports, Aspen’s body is tight with subtle curves. Her tits I’ve seen, but not like this. Not free and unfiltered. No sand or bathing suit hides any part of her from me. Her breasts sit perky, supple, and just the right size for my hands.

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