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“Good.” I smile at her and I know she wants to roll her eyes but she’s already too worked up for that.
Before she can protest, I lift her up and set her on the edge of the tile that surrounds the hot tub. I spread her legs and yank the bikini bottom to the side and then bury my face in her pussy. The taste of her sweet tangy pussy hits my tongue and I close my eyes as I moan. It’s not enough, so I throw her legs over my shoulders and open my mouth over her lips to lick her everywhere.
I raise her ass up and run my tongue down to her pretty little tight hole and taste her there, too. I want to put my cock inside all her holes and own every inch of her body. I want to fuck her bare with my raw cock without her knowing and get her pregnant. I need a way to pin her to me, and cumming inside her as much as possible is the only way. She’s got something inside of her that keeps her running and I plan on changing that.
Her clit is hard and begging for attention as I suck on it and slide two fingers inside her. She cries out, her legs wiggling all over the place, and I’m sure the sensation of having a man lick her here is both strange and wonderful. She’s so fucking innocent and sweet and maybe that’s why I want to get her so messy.
“Oh god, Bennett, I think I’m going to cum.”
I smile against her pussy and continue to wiggle my fingers inside her. She’s impossibly tight but her little pussy is clamping down on me so hard as she tries to get off.
“That’s it, that’s it!” she shouts, her back arching while she cries out into the room and her pleasure echoes off the tile. It rings in my ear and it’s heaven on earth as I taste her release on my tongue.
“Fuck,” I curse when I feel the ripples in her pussy along my fingers and all I can think about is her doing that to my cock.
“Oh god, I’m still cumming.” She sounds shocked as another wave of pleasure rolls over her and I smile again.
My cock is leaking cum onto my lap and I can feel my release seeping out. Thick white pearls pop up and roll down my length as her pleasure gives me my own. I never imagined that just eating her pussy would get me off so hard, and again the thought of slipping inside of her is what heaven is made of.
I give her soft kisses as she slowly comes back down from her peak and once she’s completely finished I pull her into my arms and back into the hot water. I hold her close to me and kiss the top of her head as she cuddles into my chest.
She lets out a little giggle and when I ask her what that was about she leans back and looks up at me.
“I just never imagined it could feel that good,” she says and then shrugs. I can’t tell if the flush in her cheeks is from the water or from her orgasm, but either way, I’ll just decide it’s because of me.
“Get used to it,” I say and she shakes her head. There is still so much doubt there that I’m going to have to dispel, but I’ve got a hard road ahead. People make a lot of assumptions about me, and though some are true the vast majority aren’t. “Swim with me,” I say as I stand up and carry her over to the pool and then walk down the steps and into the water. It’s cooler than the hot tub, but I worry that she might be getting overheated.
“I told you I don’t know how,” she says as she clings to me when I get to be about waist deep.
“Then I’ll be sure and never let you go.”
“You keep talking like that and I’m not going to know what to think,” she says, looking at me with new eyes.
“Maybe your assumptions about me were wrong,” I say.
She shakes her head. “Maybe,” she hedges then shrugs. “Time will tell.”
Chapter 9
JAMES
“You can cook?” I ask as I sit on top of the kitchen counter where he put me after our long hot shower. My legs are tucked under me and his shirt is draped over me like a dress. My clothes are nowhere to be found at the moment and I haven’t asked for them. I let him put his shirt over my head and lead me around with his big hand wrapped around my wrist. I think he believes I could get away, but I’m not trying. I made a promise that I’d stay and I always live up to my promises. I never want to be like my parents and all the broken ones they’d given me, so I’ve always made sure to keep my word.
I followed him like a lost puppy and it wasn’t until I was in the kitchen that I realized I didn’t see the house at all. I blame the orgasm for sending me into a blissful fog and causing me to miss everything. The pleasure he’d given me had been the greatest of my life and he made me feel way too much. It’s unsettling, but I crave more and maybe that’s why I’m not running from here.
I didn’t know water could stay hot that long and never get cold. I swear I think we were in there for almost an hour. I stood there on the verge of tears and wanting to lash out as he washed every single inch of me. He even washed my hair and it was so sweet it made my heart ache. As much as I loved all of it, it scared the fucking hell out of me. He’s making it hard for me to remember how I’d gotten here and that I don’t belong here.
My eyes dart to the bracelet on my wrist as I try to remind myself that I’m out of my depth. But the thing is so pretty I’m not sure I want to part with it. This house, him, the jewelry—it’s all on a level of life I don’t belong to.
“Yeah, my nana taught me,” he says, bringing me back to what’s in front of me.
He’s facing the stove and shirtless. Every time his bare back flexes I see the hard muscles move and I itch to touch him. When he reaches to get something in the cabinet next to the stove his gray sweatpants hang lower and I lick my lips. He needs to put some clothes on, but I don’t dare tell him that because he’d get naked just for spite.
“Your nana?” The word sounds silly coming from him. I know what a nana is, but I never knew any of my grandparents growing up. I think my mom has a sister, but she wants nothing to do with my mom and I don’t blame her.
He glances over his shoulder at me. “Yeah, my dad’s mom loves to cook. It’s what we did when I went over there as a kid.” He’s got a smile on his face, but this time it doesn’t have that cockiness to it that I’m used to. In fact, a lot of that has fallen away. Either he’s showing me the real him or he sees the attitude isn’t working on me so he’s switching gears. I don’t want this to be a game with him. I want the real Bennett, even though his past attitude was one of the things that turned me on.
“I can’t cook at all,” I admit. “I’m not sure if I’m tiny because I’m built this way or because I live on quick things I can grab on the go. I don’t have a kitchen as you already saw,” I tease him, wanting to keep things light. “I think I’ve gotten used to not eating much,” I mutter before I realize what I’ve said. The smile drops from his face and his body goes rigid. I’ve reminded the both of us that we come from two different worlds.
“So what are you making?” I rush to say, wanting to change the subject.
I don’t want to talk about my childhood. I’m sure his was filled with happily married parents and, as he said, weekends with his nana teaching him how to cook.
“Pancakes,” he finally answers after staring
at me for a moment.
Maybe he can sense I don’t want to get into it and backs off. He tries to smile, but it doesn’t meet his eyes and I look away from him. The kitchen is so fancy I don’t know what half the stuff in here does.
“Do you want whipped cream?” he asks and I nod. “Chocolate chips?”
“Sure. I’ve never had them with chocolate chips before,” I say as I look up at him. He’s moved closer and it’s all I can do to not stare at his naked chest.
“You’re going to start having a lot of things you didn’t have before.” His voice is stern and it sends a warm shiver down my back.
“Like that orgasm? I’m down with that,” I say, smiling.
I put my hands on his bare chest and flex my fingers against him. I didn’t know I had a type, but it’s starting to look like it’s big cocky jerks who have the tendency to be sweet when no one is looking.
He moves into me until he’s bending me over the counter a little to be closer. I open my mouth to be a smartass again, but he kisses me hard and deep until I’m out of breath. I moan and get lost in the kiss. God, he feels so good. My breathing is heavy when he pulls back to look down at me and my lips feel swollen and well used.
“There you are,” he says before touching his lips to mine once more. “Keep coming back to me, little jaguar.” I slide my hands up his chest and round his neck as I wrap my legs around him.
The shirt he put on me rides up and I gasp as my pussy rubs against his bare stomach. He lets out a grunt as I try and grind against him and my clit begs for the friction.
He jerks away from me and my hands fall to the countertop. I want to grab for him but he’s too far away. My nipples feel tight and as needy for his attention as the rest of me.
