As if the sound snaps him out of whatever trance he’s in, he breaks our kiss and shakes his head. “No, this is about you.”
“But—”
“Multiple orgasms,” he murmurs against my lips. “Now, how about while I work on making you come for a second time, you play with those pretty tits since I won’t be able to?”
Before I can argue, he lifts me onto the desk, spreads my legs, and then drops back onto his knees. He spreads my lips apart, and his tongue lands directly on my clit.
“Oh, God,” I breathe as my eyes roll to the ceiling. The vibration of Ben chuckling while he sucks on my clit sends sparks through my body, and I find myself doing as he asked—grabbing my breasts and rolling my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
My climax is already on the precipice, and when he glances up and sees what I’m doing, his tongue still licking my clit, the heat in his gaze sends me over the edge. My elbows hit the desk, my eyes closing—black specks of pleasure blurring my vision—and if the music wasn’t thumping through the place, I’m positive everyone would hear me coming undone.
When I reopen my eyes, I find Ben standing over me with a satisfied smirk on his face. With his shirt off, I take a second to appreciate his body. I knew he worked out daily, but holy shit, he’s a sight. With a chiseled chest and rock-hard abs, I mentally pout that I won’t get the chance to explore every inch of him more closely.
“I say we go for one more,” he deadpans, his eyes trailing my body as if trying to decide how to accomplish the task.
“Only if it’s with your dick inside me.”
“Not tonight. You’ve had too much to drink.”
“Yes, tonight,” I argue, refusing to accept what he’s saying. I’m a grown-ass woman and capable of making my own decisions.
I grab his pants and pull him toward me. “I need you to fuck me right now,” I demand, yanking his hard as steel dick out of its confines. There’s no way I’m ending this night, this one time with Ben, without him fucking me.
I stroke his shaft a few times before he groans and gives in, grabbing my ankles and yanking me to the edge of the desk. In one hard thrust, he enters me and bottoms out, making us both groan.
“Wrap those gorgeous legs around me,” he growls, his palms smacking against the wood on either side of me. I do what he says just in time because, in the next second, he’s fucking me fast and deep, and had my legs not been linked together, holding me to him, the force of his thrust would’ve damn near sent me flying.
My arms snake around his neck, my nails digging into his back as our mouths connect once again. Ben kisses the way he fucks—passionately and thoroughly, giving me every ounce of himself.
All too soon, a climax I’m not sure I’m capable of experiencing pushes to the surface, and with one final drive into me, I’m soaring high with Ben following.
As I come down from my orgasm, I know I’ll never be able to be with Ben again. Three mind-blowing orgasms and I’m already addicted. There’s no way we’re ever doing this again.
No strings, my ass. He might be able to keep things stringless, but I have no doubt if I have another night like tonight, I’ll be asking him to marry me and make me come every damn day for the rest of my life.
Chapter Tewlve
Benjamin
For the third day in a row, I step into the empty gym. No Savannah on the treadmill, wearing her cheesy-ass shirts, drinking her coffee while eating her crap food. On Saturday, before I went for my run, I stopped in during her usual workout time to see her, only to find the place empty. I chalked it up to her wanting to sleep in. We were out late, and she did have a good amount to drink. Later that day, after Brody got back from his mom’s, he texted her asking if she wanted to go bowling with us, but she said she wasn’t feeling well.
I thought for sure I would see her yesterday. She might not actually work out while she’s at the gym, but she’s been down there every day… until now apparently, because once again, the gym was empty. When Brody asked her to join us for dinner and a movie, and she said she still wasn’t feeling well and needed to catch up on work, I knew something didn’t sound right, but I let it go.
But now it’s Monday, and she’s once again not here. Something tells me she’s avoiding me—though, I’m not sure why. When we parted ways Friday night, she didn’t seem like anything was wrong—quite the opposite actually. She was sated from the multiple orgasms I gave her and had a blissed-out smile on her face the rest of the night. After we cleaned up and met our friends back at the table, we drank and danced until the early morning.
Brianne shocked the hell out of her brother by leaving with Marcus and, after saying bye to everyone, Lucas, Laura, Savannah, and I took the SUV back to our place. I walked her to her door, and after a kiss good night, I told her I would see her tomorrow. Everything in me wanted to ask her back to my place or worm my way into hers, but since she looked exhausted and mentioned passing out as soon as she rinsed off, I didn’t push it.
Now I’m wondering what the hell happened, or if I did something to upset her. I know damn well she enjoyed herself, and she definitely got off several times. Those screams of pleasure couldn’t be faked, and neither could the way her cunt squeezed my dick as she came for the third time.
I attempt to work out, but I can’t stop thinking about Savannah the entire time. The woman drives me nuts, stealing my treadmill every damn day, yet when she isn’t here, I miss her.
Fuck. No, I don’t miss her. I’m worried. Yeah, I’m worried something could be wrong. Because that’s what friends do. They worry and care. She mentioned not feeling well on more than one occasion. Maybe she really is sick but didn’t want to make a big deal about it. Did Brianne even come home this weekend? For all I know, Savannah could’ve been home all weekend alone, sick in bed with no one there for her.
When I can’t stand another minute of not knowing what’s going on with her, I turn off the treadmill and head back upstairs to take a shower and get dressed so I can catch her before she leaves for work—if she’s even going. If she’s sick, she might still be in bed, in need of medical attention.
Brody is dressed and ready for school, sitting at the table eating his breakfast when I come out dressed for work. “I’ll be right back,” I tell him as I head out the door and straight to the elevator.
When I get to Savannah’s place, I knock several times, but there’s no answer. Dammit. I knock again, but when there’s still no answer, I go back up to my place, finding Brody still eating and staring at his phone.
“Have you talked to Savy?” I ask nonchalantly as I grab a muffin and join him at the table.
He looks up from his phone and raises a brow. “Since when do you call her Savy?”
“I didn’t—” Shit, he’s right. I called her Savy. I shake my head. “Have you talked to Savannah?”
“Not since yesterday.” He goes back to watching whatever stupid videos he’s watching on his phone—that are undoubtedly killing his brain cells by the dozen.
“Do you have practice after school?”