I took a pen from my silver clutch purse and scribbled my cell number and email address on it, handing it to him. He took it bemused, shaking his head at my audacity.
All part of my plan, Mr. Hayes.
“Don’t lose it, or it’ll be your loss,” I muttered as I patted his chest, smoothed my hand over his right shoulder and walked away.
Now a week later and here we are. Not a bad way to start my new year: In bed with an insanely handsome and totally sexy man.
As I gently ease from under his now two ton leg, I pay careful attention not to wake him as I resolve to leave. I’m a smash and dash kinda girl.
I sit on the edge of the bed reminiscing on the last hour and how exciting and physically draining it was, surprised that I still have strength left to think much less to move; but I have yet to meet the guy who will make me pass out from a bout of wild sex. I do the knocking out around here.
“Mmm,” his mumble pulls me from my reverie. I turn to see a big smile on his face that makes everything inside me jerk.
Ben really is sexy, especially naked. His toned muscles brandish a Chinese symbol tattoo over his right pectoral that I got to lick and bite a few minutes earlier. The little hair I had seen on his chest that night, a week ago, falls in between his pecs, fairly covering his stomach, leading down to his sagittal line – that very happy trail. His Apollo-V is well defined and leads to long, strong legs. Drool-worthy.
His satiny, previously neat, dark brown hair is now a ruffled, just-shagged sight. His aquiline nose leads to his exquisite, partially open cupid lips, which are a lovely shade of red from being kissed so savagely. A square jawline rounds out what I would call a damn fine sight to behold.
He opens his eyes and the most hypnotizing green eyes sear at me. Ben reaches over and grabs my legs, dragging me over to him. He hugs me bearishly, growling hungrily with sexual desire.
Giggling at his insatiable appetite, he grips me tighter, nuzzles my neck and inhales my scent.
“I hope you weren’t leaving?” Ben says as he places light kisses on my neck.
“What if I was?” I ask, desire unfurling in my stomach anew.
“Then I would have to convince you to stay,” he whispers, pressing his erection into my hip.
I bite my bottom lip thinking of the possibilities and smile. I reach down and take him into my hand as he clutches tightly to me. My fingers can hardly close around him, but I move my hand along the rigid phallus with sexual precision. I revel in hearing his soft moans that stoke my desire further. He loosens his hands, ready for the onset of pleasure that he knows I am capable of giving him.
I have him right where I want him.
My grin is wide and salacious as I turn to face him for a tighter hold on his rigidity. Ben turns on his back ready for my explorative hands, but instead of jerking him to the point of ravenous beast-hood, I prop myself on my knees and slide him into my mouth. He hisses, moving his hips upward. His thickness expands in my mouth as my tongue swirls around the tip. His hips swivel and his legs twitch his moans and movements motivating me as I go.
Ben moves his hands to my head, slamming into my mouth, causing me to almost gag. I release his dick with a pop as I take a much needed breath.
“I might have to restrain you, Ben. Be a good boy. Let me take control,” I purr, wiping the saliva from my mouth.
He chuckles indulgently. “I need to fuck you,” he says, running his hand through my hair.
“I know, Ben. All in good time,” I answer, knowing full well what he can do to me. I smirk as I continue to fellate him.
I’m in control, I think to myself. I have to revel in that fact right now, because I know his true nature will eventually win out.
His sexy eyes roll back in his head and he grits his teeth while trying to stifle the loud moans from escaping his lips.
“Sully, please,” he begs. But I’m not quite satisfied.
I suck harder as he grinds into my mouth. Up and down I smooth my lips along his impressive length, trying to take all of him whilst sheathing my teeth. Of course a man that screams power, has power in his pants as well, I muse.
I slurp him hungrily, moving down to his scrotum and taking his sack into my mouth.
“Oh, to hell with this!” he growls, picking me up and throwing me on the bed.
Ben perches on top of me and spreads my legs with his knees. He reaches over for his wallet, yet again pulling a condom from it. Ugh, I hate those things.
He rolls it onto his cock, staring intently at me like a predator. I’m a gushing mess as he uses his index and middle finger to gently rub my clitoris then sticks his thumb inside my vagina.
“Good, you’re ready.” He licks his lips as he pulls his finger from me and guides his fingers to his mouth, tasting my arousal. “You taste divine, Sullivan.”
He slams into me, taking his revenge on my welcoming vagina for teasing him.
“Ah!” I scream in enjoyment.
“Oh, fuck, feel that. Fucking good pussy,” he whispers almost inaudibly, looking to the ceiling with closed eyes.
He begins pounding, dragging me closer to him. My legs are propped up on his shoulders and he digs inside me, all the more wanting to go deeper.
“Oh God, Ben!” I squeal as he touches that very sensitive area inside me. My vagina starts squishing. He’s found my spot, again!
My thoughts have left me as I gush with a climax, hurling the “F” word in a most tantalizing manner.
He smirks in conquest, eyes hooded as his pace slows. I hate that his look turns me on so much. It’s pure insatiable desire and I’m absolutely turned on by his desire of me.
Ben widens my legs and uses his thumb to rub my overly sensitive clit.
“Bastard,” I growl, trying to wiggle away from his touch.
He slams into me, effectively shutting me up. He places his thumb on my clit again and I’m driven up an imaginary wall. My eyes turn into my head before I regain my focus on him.
His dominance, his seeming knowledge of my body and what pleases me, baffles me. As I stare into his hooded green eyes, I’m propelled into hungry sex goddess mode.
I shove him away with a foot to his chest and in one swift motion I am on my feet and throwing him onto the bed.
“Oh shit,” he swears, knowing what he’s in for. Still he smirks. He knows he’ll enjoy my sexual wrath.
I mount him and slide easily onto his penis, still moist from my orgasm. His mouth curves up into a silent ooh and he squints his eyes and grips my ass for greater traction. I give him a slow shimmy and he chuckles.
“You’re a sexpot, you know that?” He gazes up at me with a wry smile and I nod in mock innocence.
I giggle. “You ready?”
“Do your worst,” he relinquishes.
I grab onto his arms, the position mimicking that of me riding a motorcycle. I begin to bounce on him, watching his reaction carefully. He is totally lost in me.
Ben grinds underneath me, meeting my bounce. He moans loudly gripping my legs then slapping my behind, my ass stinging pleasurably. Ooh, that felt good.
I shift my legs, both at either side of him and grip his neck, easing him slightly from the bed. Sinking my hips down, I grind into him. My pussy sounds its agreement with the position as my special spot is touched. I grind deeper. Our breathing labored.
The God beneath me eases up and slings his arms up my back and holds onto my shoulders. We’re face to face. Even his breath sends chills down my spine. I want to come for him, over him.
He grinds into me, whimpering as he approaches his climax and I am intoxicated by his breathing and the ecstatic feeling of his member inside me.
“Come for me, baby,” he chokes out, compelling me to climax.
Thrusting deeper and harder into me, I let go and explode, hurling an onslaught of expletives into the air. My pleasure-addled brain doesn’t get a chance to clear as Ben grabs me, rolls me onto my back and pounds into me rapidly.
“Shit, Sully!”
he shouts as he finds his release, filling the condom. He kisses my neck vigorously and lays me down. He exits me, slipping off the condom and dropping it into the waste basket next to the bed. He exhales loudly as though he had been holding his breath the entire time.
“Happy New Year,” he says stroking my face.
I giggle yet again and kiss his palm, “Happy New Year, Ben.”
He pulls me close, snuggling my body to his. He inhales deeply and just like that, he’s asleep.
CHAPTER 2
Crap, he’s put me in a hold. What’s his damn problem? I try to pull away, but he jerks me with his hip. Not a bad place to be though, I smile to myself.
I shift yet again but he just won’t let me move. With his legs slung over me and his arms wrapped around me like a vine, I give in, easing myself closer to him, my back to his front. He moans satisfactorily in his sleep and I can’t help but smile.
Ben nuzzles my neck and I can feel his smile on the nape of it. My smile grows wider and my eyes bob sleepily. Soon, I’m off to dreamland.
I hear Swagger Jagger faintly in my head. I still think I’m dreaming. I fuss trying to block it out, but the song plays even louder and annoyingly so. I soon realize that it’s my ringtone. I jump up and stretch for it, answering groggily.
“Hello,” my voice is hoarse, not yet awake.
Now aware that Ben isn’t on the bed, my eyes wander around the room only to see him sitting on a chair in front of me, legs spread, staring at me. He is in his jeans, bare feet, and all rippling muscles – damn – looking at me with hungry eyes, desire etching his features. I’m blessedly naked, my body still tingling from Ben’s touch and tingling further from his pointedly heated gaze upon me. Suddenly, I feel self-conscious as his eyes sear through my skin.
“Sully!” the woman on the line screams, pulling me from my thoughts.
I look at the caller ID on the phone to see who I’m talking to as I’m now lost under the gaze of Ben Hayes, Chief of Operations and face of Fielding House Business Enterprises; the hostile takeover specialists. Hmm, where was I? Oh, caller ID.
“Hey Rachel,” I say sweetly. Rachel has been my best friend since high school.
“Who are you under this time?” she asks, mocking exasperation, knowing full well what I’m up to. She always knows.
“It’s Ben,” I whisper, turning away from Ben and walking over to the window of the high rise hotel room he rented for our little tryst.
“Ah, Ben. I still think he sounds like a rich douche bag,” she comments. “But you always go for rich douche bags don’t you? You are such a…word that rhymes with ho…oh, that’s the actual word. My bad,” she says dryly.
“I’m the only person who understands and appreciates your stabbing wit,” I murmur.
Rachel chuckles, “Well I’m only checking on my best friend. I have to watch out for your well-being since no one else can.”
“That’s because no one else knows, Rae, but I’m glad it’s you who knows.”
I smile at the reassuring thought. She’s the only person in the world – aside from my former therapist – who knows who I really am, who knows about my past. As a matter of fact, she's the only person I trust.
When I decided to leave New York because of the trouble I was in, she followed me; even choosing, so appropriately, my new name. I could no longer be Delilah Keyes, under the circumstances.
“I’m glad you trust me enough to share, honey,” and I know she’s smiling.
“Don’t even think about crying, you baby,” I admonish her.
“Who said anything about crying?” and I hear a hint of sniffling in the phone. “Well, I just wanted to check on you and remind you of our dinner reservation tonight.”
“How could I forget?” I’d forgotten.
Ben puts his arm around my waist, startling me.
“So I’ll call you later, ok, Rachel? 7 o’clock at Joélle’s later, right?” I try to quickly end the call.
“Ok, sweetie. Bye-bye.”
As soon as I’m off the phone, Ben takes it and throws it on the bed.
“You look so sexy when you sleep. You drool, but it’s a sexy drool,” he acknowledges. I’m so embarrassed.
“Oh my God!” I push away from him, wiping the corners of my mouth to see if there was any residue of drool. “I can’t believe you were watching me sleep. And I do not drool.”
He grabs me. We're facing each other. His breath is hot as it floats over my lips. I feel his heartbeat heavily on my chest. He strokes my face, running his finger smoothly across the right corner of my mouth.
“That’s where most of your drool was,” he chuckles.
“Ben!” I slap his strong arms and fight out of his hold. How very embarrassing!
I sashay to the bathroom, giving him a rear-end show as I go. I close the door behind me and in good time too, as he rushes after me.
“Oh, too slow,” I tease, locking the door.
“You know, you’re gonna have to come out at some point,” he cajoles.
“Well until then, stay out there and stew,” I say to him.
I step in the shower and jump as the warm water touches my skin. I relax as it cascades down my back.
“Sullivan,” Ben calls, his voice a deep rumble of masculine desire. He’s not asking to be let in. I must.
My vaginal muscles tighten at the sound of his voice. I shake my head knowing that I will let him in and knowing that I will let him do whatever he wants to me. Like his puppet, I step out of the shower and unlock the bathroom door to be met with big green eyes twinkling with desire and the most glorious dick I have ever gotten to know…up close.
He’s completely naked, his toned physique making my mouth water. Launching himself at me, he presses his lips to mine and overpowers my mouth with his tongue. Slow down, slow down!
He backs me into the shower and the water penetrates our heated bodies. His tongue swirls inside my mouth and our tongues mingle in a fury of lust, sending sensuous jolts below my stomach. I grab his hair and pull him down to my neck where he kisses and sucks, making me want him even more. My God! What he does to me!
He quickly steps out of the shower dripping wet, dragging his sexy, soggy frame into the room. As he saunters back to the bathroom I hear the familiar tear of a foil wrapper, and he deftly rolls the condom onto his massive length.
I was definitely caught off guard when I saw it the first time. It throbbed power. Nine inches of thick, pounding flesh. I knew it would be hard to take it all in, but hey, I’m a soldier. I never back down.
I’m in the corner of the shower, my body vibrating with need, awaiting his sexual thrashing. He grabs me and hoists my legs around his waist and quickly eases himself into me and I bellow a moan as pain surges through me. With the way he’d used my body, I had to be sore.
“Are you ok?” He pulls out of me quickly and I wince at the feeling.
“I’m fine,” I lie easily. I lie as easily as I breathe.
“Are you sure?” he asks concerned, staring at me.
“I’m fine,” I lie yet again, only wanting him inside me at the moment. I can deal with sexual pain. I like it in whatever form it comes.
“Are you sure? ’Cause we don’t have to do this.” He is starting to annoy me.
His brows knit together and he stares at me for a while and I know he doesn’t believe me. I scowl at him because here I am hot and needy and he chooses now to be concerned about the damage he’s inflicted on my poor, welcoming vagina?
Soon, his suspicious gaze is broken by the sound of his cell phone. He slowly sets me down to stand and hurries to answer.
“Hayes,” he answers, his tone clipped and business-like.
I frown. It’s work. Sexual frustration spikes through me. I start showering, squirting body wash into my hands and lathering my body. As my hands brush over my sensitive nipples, a shiver of unsatisfied need slithers through me, and inspiration hits.
I slide the glass shower doors a little wider open. Be
n is sitting on the edge of the bed talking about a meeting he has the next morning.
I start touching myself sensually as I continue to lather my body. I close my eyes and tilt my head up, my plump lips barely parted, running my hands from my neck to down across my breasts. I take them in my hands and squeeze them gently letting out a quiet moan, enough to get his attention.
I bite my bottom lip as I glide my hands smoothly down to my vagina and start rubbing between my legs.
“Sam, I’ll call you back in about 15 minutes.” Ben disconnects the call quickly and tosses the phone onto the bed. I knew this would get his attention.
I open my eyes to see him staring intently at me, lips parted, breathing lust with every breath he takes. He stands up and strides purposefully towards me, his erection pointing at his target. At me. Yes!
“I’m going to show you that you don’t run this show, yeah?” he says gruffly, sending butterflies to flight in my belly. Oh, yes.
We’re standing in the room, drying ourselves and staring at each other with stupid grins on our faces. I am still glowing from our bathroom encounter. Ben really did show me who’s boss and I soaked up everything he had to give me, although he seemed to have been holding back. As I smile at him, there is a lingering sadness, knowing that I will never get to experience his true nature; the nature I see lurking in the shadows of his hungriest of stares, that commanding presence of his. I want it, but know I can’t repeat with him.
A sense of regret strikes through me and I shake it off, looking away from him. This is not me at all. I don’t do lovey-dovey or ooey-gooey, but somehow Ben has me giggling and grinning like a schoolgirl who just broke her virginity. It sure feels that way…how sore I am.
I finish blow drying my hair with the compact blow dryer I brought in my handbag. I also take out a short, long-sleeved, slinky, body fitting purple dress and a pair of silver heels. Ben’s eyes widen in astonishment.
“I always carry just-in-case clothes and a blow dryer,” I answer his unasked question, shrugging. “You know, just in case.”
I’m dressed looking at myself in the mirror. Ben stares at me longingly, dressed in his black slacks, black suede hush puppies, white, un-tucked linen shirt and black jacket.
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