Page 14 of Power Play
I surge forward and capture his lips with mine. His low growl of approval ignites my blood. My hands fly to the back of his head, pulling him closer against mine, deepening the kiss. Our tongues tangle, lips moving in a practiced pattern. It's familiar, but different, too.
I twist my body to meet his, slinging my leg across his hip and using it to pull him closer. To pull his cock closer to where I want it. Towards what I need to shut my brain off.
The hand on my stomach reaches up and cups one of my breasts, squeezing it deliciously. He grinds his hard cock against my core, and I whimper.
God, I want him. I'm about to roll him onto his back and take control, but he does it first, rolling me onto my back and tugging my sleep shorts off roughly. With no tenderness or preamble, he licks me from bottom to top before sucking on my clit. I moan, loudly, before arching my back.
Ben gently slaps the outside of my thigh. "I love all of your noises, sweetheart, but I don't think you want people knowing what we're doing in here. Can you be a good girl for me and keep quiet?"
Holy, fuck. My pussy clenches with his words. Ben the Boy never had dirty talk. I look down at him, whiskey-brown eyes glimmering in the moonlight, sinister grin on his face, his lips and chin glistening with my cum. I don't mind Ben the Man at all. Not at all.
I nod. I lay my head back down before covering my mouth with my hand.
Ben's methods haven't changed, but his confidence has. There's no more tentative touches, gentle caresses. He's not making love to me, he's eating me out like a man starved. Something about the brutality of it has me finally relaxing and letting go. He really is here just to get me to forget and feel good.
It's the last puzzle piece I need to fully let go.
I haven't had sex in forever, so I'm already close to coming. But I want him inside of me. I want to fuck. I don't want to get off with his mouth.
"Ben," I whisper, fingers threading through his hair, I grab two handfuls and pull, lifting his head off of me.
"I need you, now," I grunt out. My brain feels like it's drowning in lust.
He must see the desperation in my face, because it reflects on his. He wipes my cum off of his mouth with the back of his hand before lifting one of my legs and pausing at my entrance.
"I didn't come here for this. I didn't bring a condom. But I'm clean, and you're still on the pill, right?"
I nod. I've had terrible periods my entire life. According to my OBGYN, ninety percent of the population goes into fight-or-flight when they're in pain, and ten percent just fucking shut down and go into shock. Apparently, I'm in the lucky ten percent, so my period pain sends me into shock. I can't afford to shut down, vomit, and pass out every month, so we found a birth control that works for me. I've been on it since I was fifteen.
He wastes no time. He's likely rushing so I don't have a chance to spiral and talk myself out of it. He slams home with one thrust, bottoming out and filling me so deliciously. I would have screamed if there was any air left in my lungs, but he's effectively stolen it all.
He feels like safety, security, bliss. He feels like home.
He closes his eyes and presses his forehead on the ankle of my raised leg.
"Fuck, L," he groans.
I take a ragged breath in, willing my body to relax and accept him. He feels impossibly big inside of me, and with one leg raised it feels even tighter.
Ben slides out an inch, testing how much I can take, before slamming home again.
"Not gonna last, L..." he groans, eyes still closed. His face is pinched in wicked pleasure, and I know it feels just as good to him.
"Don't... just... " Christ, my brain is mush. Luckily, he understands lust-drunk Lacey.
He bends forwards, bracing himself on his hand on either side of my head. My one leg is pinned between his knees, while the other bends with him towards my head. Thank God for yoga. I wrap one hand around the back of his neck, fingers digging into the flesh there.The other covers my mouth as he sets a filthy pace with his hips. Every thrust hits my G-spot, and every time he slams home it's like a slap to my clit.
My orgasm hits me my a freight train, every muscle in my body clenches as wave after wave of pleasure pours through me.
My orgasm triggers Ben's and he comes, grunting and biting my calf. Seeing him so unleashed and the gentle pain of the bite trigger another, smaller orgasm to run through me.
Ben moves gently, drawing out every last tremor as my body slowly unwinds
When my muscles finally relax, Ben pulls out of me, with a tender kiss to my forehead.
He finds tissues on the dresser and cleans me up. I'm too sated to move, but I do appreciate that I won't have to sleep with cum on my ass.
Before I can say anything else, he kisses my forehead again and gets dressed before walking to the door.
