The buttons on his jeans are undone, and he has his hand stuffed into his boxers, stroking himself. The outline of his long thick hard cock behind the black cotton is enough to send me orbiting into heaven. Liquid lust coils in my belly at the thought of ripping those boxers away and impaling myself on his monster cock. I whimper while my hands roam freely over my body, and his heated gaze tracks my every move.
Sultry tones bounce off the wall as the song changes. Ben jerks himself off as I slowly slide my bra straps down my arms. Pushing my breasts together, I lean closer, dangling them in his face.
“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart,” he groans, his eyes glued to my chest.
I undo the front clasp and let my bra float to the floor, brushing my bare tits against his face as I hook my thumbs in my panties.
“Fuck,” he hisses as his tongue darts out, licking one of my nipples.
It’s as if there’s a direct line from my tits to my pussy, and I convulse with longing as he lavishes attention on my nipples, sucking, tugging, and nipping my taut peaks with his teeth and his tongue.
That’s it.
I’m done waiting.
The show is officially over.
I need him inside me right now.
I hurriedly remove my panties and kneel between his legs, reaching for his jeans, when he shakes his head.
“Nuh-uh, Firefly. This is my show.” He chuckles at the clear frustration on my face. “Stand.”
I do as I’m told, and my skin is on fire when he grips my hips, pulling me close. He buries his face in my bare pussy, and the most embarrassing moan escapes my lips. He sniffs before parting my pussy lips with his thumbs, exposing me to him. I hold on to his shoulders because it feels like my legs could go out from under me.
“So fucking sweet,” he says, keeping me open while he licks a line up and down my slit.
“Oh my God. Ben. Please.” My pussy quakes with need, pulsing and clenching with potent desire.
“So fucking sexy,” he adds, plunging his tongue inside my tight inner walls.
I gasp, gripping his shoulders tighter as he ravishes me with his tongue. I can only close my eyes and hold on for the ride.
Without warning, he pulls away a few minutes later, and I cry out in exasperation.
“Patience, Firefly,” he says, standing and removing his jeans, sweater, and T-shirt. Saliva pools in my mouth as I inspect every glorious inch of him. He’s even more ripped than I remember. His chest seems broader. His abs more defined. His biceps bulkier.
I might be drooling.
And creaming my panties—if I had any on!
He chuckles, and I drag my gaze from his sexy body to his even sexier face. A growl rips from the back of my throat at the familiar smug expression on his face. Roughly, he grabs the nape of my neck, pulling my mouth to his for a soul-crushing kiss that goes on and on. I press myself against him, rubbing against his erection through his boxers and clawing at the warm flesh of his back. If I could climb him, I would—I’m that horny.
He sucks on my lower lip, and I melt against him. Every part of my body is on fire, and only Ben can quench the flames. “The things you do to me should be outlawed, Firefly,” he says, biting down hard on my neck. “I want to eat you alive. I want to bury my cock so deep inside you I can never pull it out.”
“That sounds painful,” I pant, arching my neck to grant him greater access as he continues to bite and suck on my sensitive flesh. He’s careful to keep his touching below the still tender part of my upper throat. “But surprisingly tempting. I need you, Ben. Please.”
He slaps my ass, and I yelp at the unexpected contact.
“No begging, Firefly.” He winds my hair around one of his hands, tilting my head back a little. “My queen never begs.”
He brushes his lips against mine fleetingly. “Get on the bed, on all fours, and wait for me.”
His laughter follows me as I race across the room to the bed, getting into position. I hear him walking to his dresser and pulling things out of a drawer. My pussy clenches in anticipation. I am so turned on I could implode. Clothing rustles, and out of the corner of my eye, I spy his boxers flying a few feet away. I moan when the bed dips behind me, knowing his cock will be inside me soon.
“Sit up,” he says, coming up behind me.
I kneel, leaning back against his chest. “Trust me?” he whispers across my ear and his warm breath fans over my face.
“Yes,” I rasp.
He slips a blindfold down over my eyes before pulling my hands behind my back. “Is your wrist still sore?” he asks, gently touching my injured hand.
“Only a little.” It’s not broken or sprained, just bruised.
“I’m going to bind your hands with a silk tie, but I won’t tighten them.”
I nod as butterflies run riot in my chest. This is new, and I fucking love it. The only sound in the room is our joint rapid breathing as he loosely ties my hands. “Is that okay?” he asks.
“It’s fine.” I’m panting like a dog in heat as the anticipation rises and rises.
The bed shifts, and I’m more conscious of his movements without the use of my sight or my hands. He stands in front of me on the bed, and heat rolls off his body in waves. “Open wide, baby,” he commands, and I obey. “Suck,” he says before shoving his throbbing cock in my mouth. He holds my shoulders to keep me steady as I work him over with my lips and my tongue. He thrusts into my mouth in sync with my movements and not being able to see what I’m doing or touch him only elevates my desire to new, dizzy heights.
“That’s enough,” he says, yanking his cock from my mouth with a pop, a few minutes later. “Resume your first position.”
He’s so bossy, but I love it.
The bed moves as he jumps onto the floor, and I let my head flop to the comforter. He crawls up behind me, parting my legs wider, and my desire leaks from my pussy, trickling down my thighs. He slides one finger inside me, and I cry out as my pussy grips his digit like the hungry slut she is. “Goddamn, Sierra. You are so fucking wet and so tight.”
“Ben, puh—”
I scream as he slaps my ass hard.
“Baby, shush. Let’s not wake Rowan. I have big plans for you tonight, and we need time,” he says, massaging my stinging cheek. “Now what did I tell you about begging? Hmm.”
“Ben, I—”
I muffle my scream in the comforter this time as his hand whacks my other ass cheek.
“Naughty, Firefly,” he purrs, rubbing my ass with his large warm palms.
I say nothing, playing the dutiful part he wants.
“Good girl.” He presses a soft kiss to each ass cheek before diving to my pussy and plundering my channel with his skillful tongue.
The noises coming out of my mouth as he eats me from behind are not human. Stars spin behind my blindfold, and I’m awash with sensation as he devours me like he will die if he doesn’t consume me. His fingers move around to the front of my pussy, and he rubs my clit in time with the thrusts of his tongue. My climax builds fast until I’m shattering into dust particles, my entire body elevating from this plane of existence. I can feel nothing, see nothing, taste nothing, but the most intense orgasm as it lays claim to my body, rendering me nothing but a mass of quivering cells and nerve endings.
“Fuck, Sierra. You slay me,” he says before he slams inside me without any advance warning. I can only hold on for the ride as he pivots his hips and drills into me like a madman. His sheathed cock strokes my inner walls as he rams in and out of me, his fingers digging into my hips when he pulls my ass up higher and spreads my legs a little wider, giving him greater access.