He makes it sound so simple, so easy. And maybe for him it is, but for me… I don’t know if I’m capable of this. Of not getting attached.
But then he drags his tongue across the seam of his lips, and I let my hormones, instead of my head, do the talking. Because my lady parts, they’re begging for Ben, begging me to throw caution to the wind and, for the first time, live a little. No analyzing, no planning, just having some fun.
His hazel eyes bore into mine, begging me to say yes, and before my head can talk my hormones out of it, I pull Ben to me for a hard kiss, silently communicating my decision. He pulls back slightly, raising a brow. “You sure?”
“Yes, I want you. Just… please, don’t let me get attached.”
“Not a problem,” he growls, lifting me so I’m now straddling his lap. Because I’m in a jersey dress, when my legs land on either side of him, my center rubs against his hard length. I moan into his mouth, the friction of his sweatpants and dick turning me on.
In one fell swoop, Ben removes my dress, leaving me in only my bra and panties. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, sliding the straps over my arms and then tossing it to the side.
He cups one of my breasts in his large hand, and his lips latch onto my nipple, bringing the hardened peak into his mouth and between his teeth. When he bites down, scraping my sensitive flesh, the mixture of pleasure and pain damn near send me over the edge. I’ve never come like this, but based on the way my body is humming, I almost think it’s possible. When he does it again, this time rougher, I grind my pelvis against his, making him groan.
“I need you inside me,” I beg, not caring how desperate and needy I sound.
“Nuh-uh,” he murmurs, releasing my breast and taking the other into his hand. “We have the place to ourselves and nowhere else to be. I’m going to enjoy every single inch of you.”
He picks me up and walks us to his room, laying me out on the middle of his bed. With one hand, he reaches behind and pulls his shirt off, and I take a second to appreciate the sight in front of me. He pulls his pants down, leaving himself in only a pair of black Calvin’s, and joins me on the bed.
Spreading my thighs, he drags himself between them and wastes no time exploring my body. He nips and sucks and kisses along my breasts, across my torso, and down the apex of my legs until he gets to my center, where he eats me like I’m his dessert. I come loud and hard, tugging on his hair and begging for him to fuck me.
Thankfully, Ben is thinking straight because Lord knows my brain is hazy from my orgasm. He grabs a condom from his bedside drawer, rolling it over his dick before he climbs on top of me and enters me in one fluid motion.
His lips brush mine, and his fingers tangle in my hair as he fucks me. It’s different from the other night, though. It’s not hard or fast. It’s slow and methodical. He takes his time, hitting all the right places deep within me until we’re both flying off the edge together.
After we’re done cleaning up, Ben pulls me back into his bed, wrapping his arms around me from behind.
“Should I go?” I murmur, unsure of the protocol when you have stringless sex with someone who isn’t a stranger.
“No.” He tugs me closer so my back is flush with his front. “You should stay right here.”
With two mind-blowing orgasms at the end of a long Monday, I sigh into his embrace without arguing. But as my eyes flutter closed, I can’t help but wonder if maybe I’m making a huge mistake because as Ben holds me in his arms, it feels an awful lot like strings are holding us together.
Chapter Fourteen
Benjamin
My alarm goes off promptly at six, and I quickly shut it off. Half-asleep, I reach over to pull Savannah to me and consider skipping the gym in place of a better way to get some cardio in, only to find she’s gone and the sheets where she was sleeping have gone cold. Hoping she’s still here, I search my entire condo without luck, then shoot her a text, asking if she’s okay since she apparently skipped out sometime last night after we fell asleep.
When she doesn’t respond, I throw on my workout clothes and head down to the gym. She hasn’t been down in a few days, but now that we’re talking again, maybe she’ll be here. I walk in, and sure enough, she’s on the quiet treadmill with a coffee in her hand and earbuds in her ears, no doubt jamming out to some country song.
Either she doesn’t notice me walk in or she’s ignoring me, so I walk around the back, checking out her peach of an ass in the tiny purple cotton shorts she’s wearing. She’s in her usual UGGs—today’s color gray—and walking at a snail’s pace.
I step onto the treadmill, wrapping my arms around her from behind in a sneak attack, and she squeals in shock, quickly shutting the machine down and removing her earbuds.
“What in the—”
“I don’t appreciate you running this morning,” I murmur into her ear. Her hair is up in a messy bun, giving me access to her slim neck, so I take advantage, bringing my lips to her warm flesh and suckling on the area just under her ear.
“Ben,” she groans, her body doing that full-body shiver thing it always does when I touch her.
“I rolled over, hoping to wake you up with my tongue”—I run my hand up the side of her smooth thigh and then, spreading her legs, glide it over to the inside and straight up—“only to find you were gone.”
A whimper escapes her lips as my fingers slide under her shorts and underwear, finding her cunt ready for me. “I’m… I’m just trying to make sure no strings—”
Her words are cut off when two of my fingers plunge into her heat. “Fuck, Savy, you’re so fucking wet.” I grab her mane with my other hand and twist her head to the side so I can kiss her. “Stop running.” I crash my mouth against hers, tasting her sweet as hell coffee.
I fuck her mouth with my tongue while I fingerfuck her tight pussy until her body begins to tremble under my touch. “That’s it, baby,” I coax against her lips as she rides my fingers, seeking out her pleasure. “Come for me.” My words seem to be her undoing because several seconds later, she’s doing just that—moaning into my mouth while she comes all over my fingers.
I’m just pulling my fingers out of her when she pushes against me, wiggling her ass.
I’m about to tell her we can’t do that here—hell, I shouldn’t have even fingered her here—the gym might be empty, but anyone can walk in at any time—when she twirls around and drops to her knees, pulling my shorts down and grabbing my dick. Of course it’s hard as hell since I was just knuckles-deep in her pussy, and she wastes no time wrapping her plump lips around the head and taking me all the way into her mouth.
When my dick hits the back of her throat and she gags slightly, glancing up at me with glassy eyes, I damn near shoot my load. But there’s no way I’m coming without feeling her tight cunt wrapped around my dick.
So when her mouth slides off my shaft and her tongue swirls around the tip, teasing the shit out of me, I pull her up, yank her shorts and underwear off, and lift her onto the edge of the treadmill so I can get a grip on her.
“Wrap your legs around me,” I growl. Using the treadmill as a backboard, I lift her on to my dick. With her body clinging to me, I palm the bottom of her thighs and enter her in one fluid motion.