Page 32 of Waging War
Nails digging into his back, I relish the hiss of pain I’m awarded.
“This isn’t going to be sweet,” he says as he rubs his cock against my clit.
Stars spark behind my eyes, and I practically growl. “What a shame.”
I’ve got a feeling sweet isn’t my style.
My smart mouth earns a firmer pinch to the opposite breast, causing my knees to weaken. I nip at his smirking mouth, but he dodges me easily.
“I knew it would be like this,” he mutters, spinning me so my back is to him.
I pout, missing the glorious sight of his naked, muscled frame. It’s not fair. I want to watch this bastard come undone while I bang his brains out.
“What do you mean?” I ask, shivering as I patiently wait for his touch.
“I didn’t know you had a tattoo.” Ben’s voice is almost breathless. After a moment of studying the design I got to honor my mother, he says, “It’s beautiful.”
Ben trails the tip of his finger in a zig-zagging pattern, following the outline of gray-and-black feathers all the way down to my hip. My skin prickles beneath each area he traces.
“Thank you,” I manage, wiggling back into him, desperate to keep any personal shit out of this.
Snapping back to where we were, he reaches down and cups me. “I’ve thought about bending you over this couch and driving myself between your legs more times than I care to admit.”
A loud clap sounds before the sting behind it registers. He spanked me, and the force of it knocks me forward far enough that I grip the back of the couch to keep myself upright
Oh my God.
My thoughts are a heady blur as his calloused hand soothes the stinging mark he’s made. It turns me on that he’s thought of me the same ways I’ve dreamed of him—usually with a moan on my lips and an orgasm roaring behind it.
“Do I live up to your expectations?”
Part of me is embarrassed to be so inexperienced and in such a compromising position. My knees are spread and digging into the cushions with my ass in the air. I’m vulnerable, and vulnerability and I don’t usually mix, but it’s somehow exciting to test that boundary with Ben.
He delivers another blow, and a rush of liquid pools in my panties. He smooths this one just the same, and I arch my ass back for him. A chuckle forms a gentle breeze across my lower back.
“You’re everything I imagined, and yet… somehow so much more.” He grips my hip tightly before gifting me a surprisingly gentle kiss on top of the scar on my right shoulder. Right above the arching wing of my tattoo.
“You don’t want to like this, but look at the way you writhe against me. I bet underneath these panties you’re soaked and ready for me, aren’t you?” The words vibrate where he takes a bite before sucking the spot.
Yes.God, yes.
Ben hooks his thumbs through the side of the lingerie and yanks it to my knees, forcing them together. The subtle suggestion of being bound heightens my desire. I roll my hips, stretching toward him, silently begging for any sort of friction.
A deep groan sounds from behind me, and then what little heat he was gifting me is gone.
“Is it safe to assume you’re not on any sort of birth control?”
I hear the tear of a condom wrapper before the couch dips under his weight.
“Yes.” I was on the pill before all this happened, but that wasn’t a luxury Mayor Williams gave me when he moved me here.
I sigh when he folds his body around mine, relaxing back into his heat. One of his knees touches the outside of mine as he wraps an arm around my waist and jerks me against the hard plane of his abdomen. His hardness teases my ass, and I wiggle my hips once more.
“If I were a better man, I would savor you, Hazel.” One wandering hand drifts down my stomach until it hits the sweet spot.
“Ben…”
He begins light, gauging my response, but I’m barely hanging on. I want to vault myself off the edge of pleasure and drag him down with me.
