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“Right now?” The gleam in his eye is distinct, and so Benny. From the looks of him, he doesn’t seem like the adventurous type. He’s completely changed from his Devils days—trust me, I’ve seen pictures. In the bedroom, though, Benny has no hangups.
Tilting back, I place my lips to the side of his neck and bite the tendon there to leave my mark. This man is all mine. I don’t hear his groan because the club is so loud, but I feel it beneath my lips and my body tingles with heat and anticipation.
“Right. Now.” Lust overflows into my voice despite being completely sober. Desperate slate-gray eyes latch onto mine when he tilts my head up. This is the first time in too long that I have felt like myself and have wanted sex in such a visceral way. I haven’t been able to get out of my head long enough to enjoy sex, let alone finish. My boyfriend has noticed, but he’s also been caring and considerate and trying not to push me.
His eyes frantically bounce around the club. Across the room, we simultaneously notice a thick velvet rope horizontally positioned across the entrance to a set of steps. Benny points to the ceiling and my lips curl up in agreement with his idea.
Sneaking upstairs is easy. Making it to a corner where we can hide while still dressed is proving to be difficult because we can’t keep our hands off one another. As soon as our feet hit the top step, Benny’s mouth and hands are all over me, sparing not a single spot on my body. With both palms against my scalp, fingers intertwined with my hair and lips glued to mine, he guides me back until my ankles hit something solid. Once there and stable, he unbuttons my jeans and shoves them along with my panties down my thighs.
“I’m so goddamn hard for you, Lennox. I’m going to ravage that pussy, I hope you know.” My moan is deep when his fingers find my slick heat and glide into me with no hesitancy. His strokes are sure and powerful, his fingers crooking up to hit my g-spot and causing my body to arch into him. “Take my cock out, baby.”
I do as I’m told because why wouldn’t I? With his cock freed and heavy between us, I stroke him. Satisfaction filters through me when his eyes roll back into his head and he hisses a breath. I focus on the head, running my fingers relentlessly over the underside of it. The spot that drives him absolutely wild until it becomes too sensitive, as if he’s already come. His body jerks away from my onslaught and he grabs my wrist.
I don’t stop, earning myself a dark, lust-filled look. “Brat. You’re gonna pay for that.” He whips me around and slaps my ass so hard the sound echoes through the empty upstairs lounge, despite the muffled boom of the music from downstairs. Another slap rings out, this time on the other cheek. My whimper draws him to the spot just below my ear where he sucks my skin until I’m wriggling beneath the weight of his body, pressing me into the back of the booth. “I’m going to fuck you, baby. You ready for that?”
“Give me everything, Benny. I need you so…” My words end in a gasp as he drives into me. His lips having kept me so focused as they traveled over the sensitive flesh of my neck and collarbone that I didn’t know he’d lined himself up. “Oh!”
He groans into my neck. “Hold on, Lennox.”
Not giving me a moment to get lost in my thoughts, Benny fucks me to within an inch of my life. My thighs slam against the back of the booth, lending a pinch of pain to the pleasure and I have to hold on to the leather to keep myself in place. My ribs ache, but I ignore them. It isn’t that bad. Benny is doing everything right, giving me what I’ve needed since the accident but haven’t been able to receive.
I bring my hand behind me and place it on his thigh, squeezing. I’m on sensory overload. It’s both pleasantly painful, and it feels too good. There’s a connection between us, finally, after such a tumultuous month. It’s too good to bear, feeling him like this, so needy and wanting me in a way that has his carnal side reaching out. The more primal side of him I’ve always been used to is now slightly jarring after the attack, and I have to fight to keep my mind from pulling away.
“Fuck, Nox. Your pussy is so tight. All fucking mine.” The thing about being with someone for a while and learning just what makes them tick is they learn what you like and how to get you there. Someone like Benny makes it his mission to get me off. I’m on the brink but need that edge. He knows I’m digressing back into my thoughts by squeezing his thigh. I’ve done it a few times over the past few weeks, often ending our trysts. So, to keep me here with him, he reaches around and finds my clit, his pace never wavering.
Almost instantly, I shatter, screaming his name because I can, because we are on the top floor of a nightclub, by ourselves, with music pumping so loud the bass is only adding to the vibrations of my orgasm. Sensation rockets through me and I spasm around him. I must be gripping him because the sounds that are reverberating in his chest are frenzied, like he’s not in control of his body making them. What a turn on, having your man moaning for you, because of you.
When I’ve come down, Benny pulls out and I face him once more, not missing out on the pleasure that is about to drown him. I wrap my hand around his shaft, slick with my arousal, and begin to rub the back of the head as I did before. In seconds, cum is shooting from the tip to cover my hand. Benny tosses his head back and lets out a deep, masculine groan. One hand fists at my hip and the other is threaded into his hair, gripping at the roots. His chest heaves with deep breaths and his sexy lips part slightly, begging me to kiss him. So I do.
Panting after what looked like an intense orgasm, he leans his head forward against mine, sealing us together and swipes his thumb over my cheekbone. Such a stark and tender difference to the way he just took me.
Stormy gray eyes with a hint of a satiated sparkle dance back and forth between mine. His smile is warm but skirting that edge of mischief. “Fuck, I’ve missed you. That was incredible.”
I grin despite still trying to catch my breath. “Benny, we just had sex in a night club…”
“Hell yeah we did. I loved every second of it. I’ll be remembering it for a long damn time.” He kisses my lips and strokes my cheek again. “You good?”
“I’m better than good.” I glance at the door, hoping we’re still alone. We haven’t been gone long, but Junie has had a hard time letting me out of her sight recently. “We’d better get back down there before my sister comes looking.”
He snickers and places another slow and gentle kiss on my lips before backing away and pulling my jeans and panties back in place. I search around to find something to wipe the cum off my hand with. There isn’t a bathroom up here, but Benny finds a stack of clean towels behind the bar. He tosses it to me and when I’m finished wiping my hand, he buries it in the trash can.
“Don’t need anyone coming across that.” My cheeks heat as flashes of just why that towel is soiled frolic in my mind.
“That we definitely don’t,” I mutter. A sexy, grinning Benny grabs my hand and leads me back down the way we came. The club has no clue we were even gone. However, I meet my sister’s eyes when we reach the bottom of the steps. By the way they shimmer, she knows exactly what we were up to. My expression turns bashful, but she just shakes her head, the curve to her lips defying the scolding head twist.
“I’ll get us some more water.” Benny swiftly pats my ass, murmuring nonsense in my ear about how he’ll be masturbating to that scene for a long time. He drops me off with my sister and best friend, then turns to head to the bar, coming up short.
His head tilts back as a guy with jet black hair, falling straight as a pin to his jawline, stares down at him.Down at him.Jesus, this guy is tall. My inner voice is quick to shout danger with the way his presence enters the space before he does, exuding danger. Tattoos crawl over his skin, beautiful work, and he isn’t a small guy by any means. So clearly a thug. My eyes catch on his cocky smirk.
Benny reaches back, feeling behind him until he makes contact with me. His subtle guidance to the side has me recoiling and tucking myself behind him. I’ll follow his lead and respect my man, but I sure as hell am cataloging every inch of the man interrupting our night.
My boyfriend holds his ground, body tense and poised for a fight with a rigid back and pulsing muscles in his jaw. His eyes are stern, fists curled at his sides, chin up. I’m not sure what has him getting so tense. We’re in a public place with tons of people around. Sure, this guy looks like he could eat the average person for breakfast and not give a rat’s ass about the consequences, but he hasn’t given Benny a reason to react like this. Unless he knows him from his days as a Devil? Despite Benny’s negative reaction, a spark of intrigue and attraction glints in the guy’s eyes.
In fact, I think Benny’s hostile reaction might draw his interest because the guy looks my boyfriend down, then up. It isn’t out of the ordinary for guys to check Benny out, and I can’t blame the guy when he stops on his crotch. Right now, Benny is still half hard from our quickie, and I’m sure it’s visible given his size. But that’s not what has Benny going. He’s actually not looking at him anymore but past him.
When Trace steps up next to the mystery man, followed by three others who are just as brooding and menacing, Benny keeps an unreadable, hardened expression that has my hackles raising and squares his shoulders. I’m not following. Trace is allowed to have friends, even if they’re questionable.
It only takes me a brief moment to look over all of them to notice the trident tattooed in the hollow of their throats.
