Page 75 of Reverse Pass
“Yes.”
“How do you think I feel when I see you with Cam and these other guys?”
“It’s not the same. You know you’re better than all of them. Meanwhile, you have insanely gorgeous women throwing themselves at you all the time. It’s unfair.”
“You’re right. It’s worse. Because not only are you fucking gorgeous, but you are it for me, Violet. I’m not exaggerating when I say you were and are in all my fantasies. The way you look, the sound of your voice, the little faces you make, fuck… the way you taste… and none of them can even touch the way you make me feel.” He leans down and kisses me briefly before looking at me again.
I can’t answer. I don’t even know how to respond to that. My fingers just go to his pants, undoing his belt and the button and zipper as he raises his hips to give me access, kissing down my throat as I work him out of them. I run my hand over him, already hard and hot and then rock my hips up to meet him. The head of his cock slides over my clit and he lets out a muted grunt, his head bowing to meet my shoulder.
I rock up again, and he slides lower grazing every nerve ending I have on the way until his tip nudges my opening and we both stutter at the contact. My hands run up his back and I run my nails back down it through the fabric of his cotton T-shirt and he bucks forward, just enough that he almost presses inside me before he freezes.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…” he groans, burying his face in my chest. “Don’t fucking tease me like that, Violet. I am too fucking weak right now.”
“Like what?” I rock my hips down and he slides over me again. I let out a small gasp, grabbing the sheets in my hand because I’m torturing myself as much as him.
“Like that.” He lifts his head, his eyes blazing as he glares at me, and his arms go to my shoulders to help hold me still.
“What if I want you like this?” I whisper.
His eyes shutter, and his lids lower, he leans down and grabs my lower lip between his teeth as he hovers over me. He kisses me again, buying time like he’s contemplating my question.
“We shouldn’t. And fuck knows right now I won’t last even with a condom on.”
“Okay,” I answer. I desperately want him inside me, raw and unfiltered. But I’m not about to push him for it.
He groans, frustrated, and pulls away from me to tear the rest of his clothes off and throws them to the floor before he gets back on the bed. He grabs me, flipping me over and pulling me up, my back against his chest and me on my knees in one smooth motion before I can even register it happening. He slides his palm up over my hip, around and down between my legs, his fingers massaging my clit as I spread my thighs as far as I can trying to get more friction. I bend from the low pool of pleasure and his hand wraps around the end of my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my neck. I buck back in response, and I’m so wet and slick that he slides between, his cock nestled against me again.
He groans against my neck before his teeth graze the tender flesh there, and I arch my back into him and moan as he slides a finger inside me.
“Fuck. You had to offer that and now it’s all I can think about. Feeling your tight little pussy clench down on me with nothing in between. I could fuck you so good that way if you let me.”
He slides another finger inside me, roughly stroking me and using his palm to give my clit friction. I roll my hips and he groans, burying his face in my back. He withdraws his fingers, his hands settle on my hips instead as he tentatively presses forward, his cock lining up and teasing me.
“Tell me to fucking stop, Violet. Please.”
“I can’t do that, but I’m on the pill, and got tested after the engagement was off. I haven’t been with anyone else.”
“Fuck. Me too. I haven’t ever fucked anyone without a condom.”
“Me either,” I whisper. I’d never truly trusted Cam, but somehow, I know I can trust everything when it comes to Ben.
“If we do this, I’m not kidding when I say it’s going to be embarrassingly short.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder.
“I don’t care, Ben. I need it. I need you.”
Another string of curses comes from his mouth as I bend forward, leaning down onto my elbows, and he wraps his arms around my hips and pelvis, pulling me against him. His fingers return to massaging my clit as he lines himself up against me again, hesitating for another second before he pushes inside me.
“Fuck. My god.” He stills immediately, and I smile at the choked sounds he makes as he tries to regain his composure.
He takes another breath, and his fingers tease my clit again, making me buck back and he chokes on another swallow of air.
“Fuck me.” I plead, and the request is heard because he starts to move. Two slow tentative strokes and then he picks up his pace. His breathing is heavy as he leans over me, and I can feel him tense against me.
“Touch yourself for me.” It’s a rough command as he grabs my hips, and I do as I’m asked. Because he can have anything he wants.
He thrusts into me harder, and the combination of sensations has me seeing fucking stars as I say his name.
“Violet, fuck…” He breathes as he shudders through his own climax. He pulls me up against him again, his mouth against my shoulder, his lips kissing a trail down my shoulder blade.
