Page 31 of Against The Boards

“You okay?” he asked. He removed his hand from my clit and gripped both hips tightly while he bucked slowly behind me.

He was being sweet. Why was he being so sweet to me?

“Stop being nice to me,” I growled.

I felt the vibration of his laughter down my back, but then he listened and quickened his pace. I gripped the sheets in my hands when he finally slammed hard into me. Then he did it again and again as if all the frustration we had built up over the years was coming out in how hard he moved inside me. I loved it. I moaned in response and was even more turned on when he slapped my ass again and his thrusts got harder, wilder even. I wanted him rough; I wanted him to make it hurt.

I groaned when he halted.

“Why did you stop?” I asked and pressed my ass back against him.

“I want this to last. I want to remember how good it felt being inside you.”

“Fuck me hard,” I demanded.

“Not yet, bad girl.”

“Ugh, I hate you so much.”

“Quit lying.”

“I’m not lying! You’re the worst!”

His hand bit into my ass again, and he nipped at my neck. “And yet, you begged me to punish you with my dick. I want to enjoy this…” He paused and slid in and out slowly, torturing me instead of crashing into me like I wanted him to. “I want to enjoy watching my dick sliding in and out of your pretty pussy.”

I moaned at his words and gripped the sheets in front of me. “Your dick feels so good...but I need more.”

He didn’t quicken his pace. Instead, he continued to slowly stroke me from behind, almost like he was torturing me.

Oh my God! He was doing it on purpose.

“Benny, please,” I begged. “Stop tormenting me. I need you to fuck me like a wild animal. Like you can’t control yourself.”

He rolled his hips and quickened his pace again. He gripped my hair in his fist. “Then you better come all over my cock. Right now, bad girl,” he growled.

Fuuuckk.

I liked when he called me a bad girl. I shouldn’t have liked that shit, but I was a bad girl. I was an asshole, and I liked that he was punishing me for all my misdeeds by pressing his dick deep inside me.

I moaned when he let go of my hair, reached a hand between us, and gently caressed my swollen clit. He rubbed small, torturous circles around it while pounding inside of me hard and fast. That sent me over the edge, and I cried out loudly as my orgasm crested. While I was coming down, he drove into me uncontrollably until he was growling out his release.

He pulled out and went to get rid of the condom in his trash can while I collapsed onto his bed in a heap of sexual satisfaction. I didn’t care that I’d just slept with Benny or what it meant for our weird feud. Nothing else mattered after how he made me feel tonight.

I wasn’t sure if he liked to cuddle after sex or if he wanted me to leave. Either was fine with me. I felt the bed sink underneath me, and I got up to clean myself up in his en suite bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I saw my make-up was a wreck. I washed it off with some of Benny’s face wash and patted my face dry with a clean washcloth.

I wasn’t sure what to do then. Did he want me to come back to bed? Or should I go to sleep in my brother’s room? He was in his bed with his eyes closed when I came out of the bathroom, so I started putting my undergarments back on and scooped up my dress.

“Hey,” he called out groggily.

“Go back to sleep.”

He sat up. “I’m not asleep.”

He was only wearing his boxers now, and looking at his incredibly fit body, I wondered if I could go for round two. I was grateful he had fingered me with three fingers to get me ready for him and used a lot of lube. Men never knew that they needed to use lube! I didn’t think it completely helped, though. Benny was bigger than average, and I would be sore tomorrow. So worth it though, because much as I hated to admit it, sex with Benny was amazing. Even if he had tortured me a bit. I kinda liked that too.

He scratched his beard nervously. “That was okay, right?”

“The sex?” I asked with a furrowed brow. “Or that we did that?”