Page 92 of Break Me
“You want this, right?” he whispers against my mouth.
My heart is pounding in my chest, my hands fisted down by my side. God, I do want this but we’re not really about to have sex in the woods are we?
I nod, unable to find my damn voice.
His hand trails down my jacket, slips beneath it and my shirt, his fingers warm on my stomach.
“Then you’ll move with me,” he whispers, his hand moving up to my bra, his thumb dipping into it, caressing my nipple which hardens against his touch. My breath catches but I still can’t speak. With his other hand he unbuttons my jeans, pulls the zipper down. “Won’t you?” he asks as he slips his hand into my panties, cupping me.
My knees feel weak and I take a deep breath, unable to look away from him as he works my nipple and my clit, still staring at me, waiting for my answer.
“Won’t you, Princess?” he asks again, and he stops moving his thumb over my clit, but he pinches my nipple.
“Y-yes.” The word comes out hoarse and I see him smile in the dark.
“Good girl.” And then his mouth comes down on mine as he pushes his hand further down my pants and slips two fingers inside of me. He laughs on my mouth as he feels how wet I am for him, for this.
“You’re mine,” he says against my lips. “No matter what happens Ava, you’re mine.”
He slides his fingers up my slit and I push my hips into him, wanting him back inside of me. But he pulls away from me, slides his hand down my stomach and out from underneath my shirt, before it comes to rest against my throat, his fingers curling gently around me.
“And I know what I said, before, about how my relationship was,” his thumb brushes back against my clit again and I whimper. He doesn’t laugh this time. “But that’s not how this is going to work between us, you got it?” His fingers tighten a little against my throat, his other thumb circling me as I bite back another moan.
I nod. “Got it,” I choke out.
“That means you’re not fucking your professor again, understand Princess?”
I nod again.
“Say it,” he growls, his breath caressing my cheek.
“I got it,” I whisper, not wanting him to stop. I’m so fucking close. I buck my hips against his thumb.
“No.” He shakes his head, his hand going to the back of my neck and jerking me closer. “Say you’re mine, Ava.”
I whimper, the climax building, but I know if I don’t say it he’s going to stop and that cannot happen.
“I’m yours,” I gasp out, just as he slides two fingers back into me, still rubbing me, and my orgasm makes me clench around him, bursting through me as he presses his temple to mine.
“God, Benji,” I whisper, breathing hard, the vibrations echoing through me. He doesn’t stop, letting me finish completely.
His lips meet mine in a sloppy kiss. “I want all of your orgasms to be on my hand or my cock from here on out,” he says against my mouth.
Slowly, he pulls his hand out from my pants and brings his fingers to his mouth between us. He sucks on them, watching me watch him, and he groans, slowly pulling his fingers out of his mouth.
“Let’s go to my place,” he says, buttoning and zipping up my pants. “I want to fuck you on my bed.”
