“Arms on the counter,” he commands. “Just like before. I’m going to make you come like this, okay?”
I’m trembling. “Okay.”
He pulls my underwear down and then off and guides my legs open again.
My head falls forward on a moan, and I rest my head on my hands. If anyone looked in, it might seem like I’m having a hard day. He’s not even touching me, but standing over him like this, bare and open, is making my heart race.
Anyone who looks in has no idea that I’m exploding with pleasure right now.
“Benji,” I whine, “please.”
“Please what?”
He kisses my ankle, and I tremble as he licks a path along the sensitive skin.
“Please,” I whisper, still aware of the people passing by. “Make me come.”
“My pleasure,” he says, sliding two fingers inside me.
I grip the counter tight, holding on for dear life as he curls and thrusts, hitting the perfect spot to make my knees buckle over and over. He still remembers how I like him to fuck me. Still knows exactly how to touch me to melt every thought in my brain until I can’t think about anything except,Moreand,Benji, and,Yes.
I can’t speak, reduced only to whimpers and moans while Benji coaxes me closer and closer to the edge.
“Shh, you don’t want anyone to hear you,” he says.
While I know no one can from outside, the thought of it—of anyone being able to see how desperate I am right now—lights me up inside.
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he continues. “How you made yourself come in front of me. Best fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Are you giving them a show right now, baby? Or are you keeping it all for me?”
No one makes me feel like this, desired and desperate. I don’t want them to. I only want him.
“Because you’re mine,” he says, and it’s the possession in his voice that pushes me over the edge.
Pleasure crashes over all at once, and I break apart on his fingers, my legs shaking.
Benji keeps going until it’s almost too much, and he slowly pulls out, placing gentle kisses along my calf.
“Okay?” he asks when my breathing is back under control.
I’m as wobbly as a newborn foal.
“Think so,” I rasp.
Benji slides out from under the counter and stands. His jeans don’t hide anything.
“What about you?”
He ducks down, kissing me, and I lose myself in his lips and tongue for a while.
“This is all about you,” he says. “Besides, I have a commission getting picked up soon.”
“Oh.”
He kisses me again. “Dinner tonight,” he reminds me.
I’m floating on air, and I can only nod.
Chapter Eighteen
