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Twenty-Six
I don't remember falling asleep in the car but the moment Bentley pulls me into his lap and stands, my eyes shoot open. He smiles down at me and adjusts my weight in his arms.
“I can walk.” I protest lazily, snuggling into his embrace.
“I know.” He laughs, continuing to carry me.
Though I never would have thought it possible, I doze in and out on the elevator ride up to Bentley's suite and don't fully wake until he pushes his way through the door and the foyer light shines brightly in my face.
Pulling away from his chest, I rub my eyes and kiss his cheek before he finally sets me to my feet. In my groggy state, I consider asking why he didn't take me home but honestly, I'm glad he didn't. Kicking off my shoes, I begin undressing as I cross the living area and head towards the bedroom, discarding various items of clothing on my way down the hall.
“Are you coming?” I ask, turning to face him, now dressed in nothing but jeans and a bra, the Cubs hat still firmly on top of my head.
Smiling wickedly, he quickly crosses the space and presses me firmly into the hallway wall, his mouth immediately closing down over mine. My fingers immediately drop to his waist and begin fumbling blindly with his belt, button and zipper, before pushing the material away from his hips. While today has been incredible, this is what I have wanted more than anything. To feel his hands on me, his body moving inside of me. Slipping off his shoes, he steps out of his pants and kicks them to the side, never once breaking away from my lips.
Reaching up, I pull off his baseball cap and toss it to the side, running my hands through his thick hair before trailing them down his neck, across his back, eventually grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and pulling up, only breaking away from his kiss long enough to pull the material over his head.
“You are my kryptonite Logan. My fucking kryptonite.” He pants against my mouth as I slowly begin to massage his erection through the thin material of his boxer shorts. Pulling the hat from my head, he allows my hair to fall down my back, his fingers immediately tangling in it.
His statement sends a thrill of both excitement and fear rushing through me as I push past the barrier of his boxers and let the heaviness of his flesh settle in my hand. Running my fingers up and down his impossibly hard erection, I can't help the quiver that runs through my body when he pulls back and hits me with a look that makes me feel like in this moment, he would do anything for me. Anything.
Taking his mouth once more, I wrap my fingers around him and slowly begin working my hand up and down, loving the way his fingers dig into my flesh as I do. Rubbing my thumb along the top, a small amount of come gathers on the tip and I pull my hand away, licking the moisture with my tongue and swallowing down the salty liquid, his eyes burning through me as I do.
As if that is his breaking point, my jeans and panties are discarded in the hall and my bra is ripped off as he lifts me from the ground and pushes me into the bedroom, collapsing down on the bed with me in his arms.
He enters me on a thrust so quick and sudden that I cry out from the unexpected intrusion but my body quickly accommodates his size, forming around him like the master piece to a very intricate puzzle.
“Tell me you won't leave.” He breathes against my lips, his voice borderline shaky. “Tell me you'll stay with me.” He continues, slowing his movements as he hovers over me.
I want to scream yes. Tell him I will never leave. That I will be his forever. But I know I can't promise that. And while he may be saying these things now, he could very well feel entirely different in the morning and I refuse to put that pressure on us.
Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I do the only thing I know to do. I pull his face down to mine and kiss him, hard. Securing my leg around the back of him, I arch my body into his, holding onto him as tightly as I can as his movements become faster and less controlled.
I work my body perfectly against his causing just the right amount of friction to have me clawing at his back within minutes. The moment his eyes meet mine, I can tell that he's close. I can see it in the fire that burns there, the glaze the casts over his irises giving away how lost he is to the pleasure.
Knowing that I have the power to bring him to his breaking point, sends my already building orgasm plummeting over the edge and raking through my body causing me to shake below him. My undoing also seems to be his, as on one deep growl he falls apart above me, biting down on his lower lip as if to keep himself from crying out.
Slowing to a stop, Bentley hovers over me, staring down at my face. Reaching out, he wipes a stray hair away from my forehead and then trails the back of his hand down the side of my face, his eyes burning into mine so intensely, my stomach knots tightly making me feel almost nauseous and yet, strangely elated at the same time.
“Stay with me.” He says, this time his statement is more real, given that the heat of the moment has passed and now he hovers over me with a much clearer head.
“I can't.” I say, reaching up to touch his cheek with the palm of my hand.
“Stay with me.” He repeats, relaxing more of his weight down on me.
“Bentley.” I plead, the moment he reaches between us and circles my clit with the tip of his finger.
“I know you want this.” His statement is two sided but I can read between the lines. “Tell me you don't want this.” He challenges, his wandering fingers causing his erection to begin to harden inside of me once more.
“I want you.” I whisper, looking directly into his eyes before pulling his face back down to mine and pressing my lips gently to his. “I want you.” I repeat, moving my hips slowly up and down as he begins moving inside of me once more, officially ending our conversation.
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“You could just call in sick.” Bentley laughs, refusing to let me get off the couch as I am set to be at work in less than a half an hour.
“I need the money.” I say, playfully elbowing him in the ribs and then trying to make my move of escape only to have him pull me back down and pin me into the leather cushions, his hands holding my wrists firmly above my head while the rest of his weight settles on top of me.
