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“Then fuck my mouth, Bennett. Fuck my mouth while I fuck myself. I want you to feel me moan against you because this feels so good I can hardly take it.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice as he grabs the back of my wet head and shoves his cock straight into my mouth until it hits the back of my throat. I gag immediately and swallow, and he lets out a low, harsh groan I feel all the way down in my pulsing clit. He starts to pump into my mouth as I pump the toy into myself. His gaze volleys back and forth between my face and the toy as if he can’t decide where he’d rather look.
I do my best to flatten my tongue and relax my jaw and throat, but he’s so big and powerful and his thrusts have tears running down my cheeks that his thumb comes up to wipe away.
“Do you want me to stop?” he grits out, and I shake my head because no, I don’t want him to stop. I want to watch him come undone, and I want to know it’s because he’s losing his mind in my mouth. “If you do, hold up your hand and I’ll stop.”
I nod against him, using my free hand to cup his firm ass, so he knows he doesn’t have to stop, and I have no plans to make him.
“My filthy, beautiful girl. God, how you make me crazy. I’m getting close, sweetheart. Are you with me? I need you to come with me.”
I thrust the vibrator in faster, harder, my entire body humming from the toy and the sick, twisted pleasure of it all. I’ve never done anything even remotely close to this before, and I fucking love it. It’s a high unlike any I’ve experienced. My gaze flashes up to his as his mouth falls open in a blissed-out gasp, his cheeks flushed, his hair all over the place, and his rock-hard abs flexing with every pump into my mouth.
Bennett Lawson is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.
It’s enough to push me over the edge, and the moment he sees it, feels how I’m moaning and crying out against his cock, he starts to come, shooting straight into the back of my throat with a strangled bellow. It’s so freaking hot, it steals my breath and I come again, writhing all over the toy until I practically blackout.
Before I know what’s happening, Bennett is sliding from my mouth and reaching into the tub to take the vibrator from me. He shuts it off, sets it down on the ledge beside my phone, and then picks me up and out of the water, cradling me against him.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you don’t drown,” he quips, kissing my forehead. He holds me against him, his blue eyes lazy and his smile sated. “You’re incredible, Katy Barrows. Every part of you.” A kiss to my lips and then he’s wrapping me in a towel and walking me down the hall to my room. He sets me on the edge of my bed and disappears, only to return a few minutes later wearing sweats and holding a glass of ice water. “Are you okay?”
My limbs are mush, but I’m not sure I’ve ever been more okay than I am now, and I refuse to think that’s related to anything more than the three massive orgasms I just had. “Fabulous. Aces over kings.”
“Huh?”
I giggle lightly and clear my throat before I stand up and head to my dresser to find something to put on. “That was fun,” I tell him, and he nods, his eyes still on me, though he’s quiet now. “I’m going to read for a bit and then go to bed.”
He looks as if he wants to say more, but I don’t want him to. That was… well, it was amazing, but it also played with that line. That line we continue to play with.
The dangerous one.
The one that says even though we’re working to have a nonromantic, mutually agreed upon baby, what we just did was more. It was personal and intimate. He may not be Zane, but this isn’t the situation to start getting in over my head with him. The more pieces of myself I hand to him, the bigger the risk this gets out of control. If I don’t stop allowing myself to get lost in him, there’s a risk I might never be found.
“I’ll see you at work tomorrow,” I tell him, dismissing him.
He’s still for a long moment, his expression wrought with indecision and something else. Something I don’t dare read into or name. I ignore him, setting out clothes.
Finally, he clears his throat, takes a step back toward the door, and murmurs, “See you tomorrow. Good night, Katy.”
“Good night, Bennett.”
The next morning, with a heavy sigh, I step onto the elevator, twisting my body and cracking my back. I hit the button for my floor and set my hands on my hips. That was a brutal trauma. A boating accident that left two people dead in the emergency department is not how I wanted to start my day.
A tall, broad, good-looking guy with blond hair and brown eyes that are all over me steps on and I mentally roll my eyes, absolutely in no mood.
“Hi,” he says, not bothering to hit any buttons.
I give him a polite, closed-mouth grin. The universal, I’m not interested sign.
“I don’t mean to pry, but are you okay?”
Oh. So maybe he’s not giving me the eyes I thought he was. I snicker. “I look that bad, huh?”
He peers down at me. “You’re beautiful, but you also look like you’ve had a particularly tough morning.”
“I have,” I tell him, ignoring the beautiful comment.
