Page 30 of Against The Boards

“Uh-huh.”

“You want my cock inside you, baby?” he asked while he slammed a third finger inside me.

I made a sour face at that term.

“What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?”

“Don’t call me baby,” I said. I put a hand on his arm. “But thanks for checking in.”

He nuzzled my chest again, and his beard felt rough across my skin. “I want to make sure you feel good. If you don’t feel good, you tell me, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

Oh my God! This man could be aggressive and alpha-male in one breath, but in the next, he was making sure this was good for me too. Who was this guy? Was this the same guy I had been fighting with for years?

He searched my eyes in concern.

I nodded. “I don’t like being called ‘baby.’ We’re pounding one out; I’m not your baby.”

“You sure you want to do this?” he asked, and I whined when his fingers stopped pumping inside me.

I shamelessly rocked myself against his fingers, getting myself off without his help. “You have your fingers inside me, and you were just sucking on my tits, but you still need to ask?”

“I want to be sure. We can stop anytime.”

That was actually sweet, and it surprised me. I totally thought he was just another cocky jock who took what he wanted. Maybe I didn’t know Michael Bennett at all. Maybe I was the asshole, not him.

Fuck. I was the asshole. I always was.

I nodded. “I’m good. I want this.” I lifted a hand to his jaw and kissed him slowly. “Do you have protection?”

“Of course. Rox, I would never do that to you.”

I was still rocking against his hand, and I felt him chuckle into my neck. His fingers returned to pumping in and out.

“Mmm, please don’t stop,” I begged.

“Come for me,” he ordered while he kissed my neck. His fingers glided in and out as I arched my hips off the bed and pressed myself into his hand. His thick fingers sliding inside me felt so good. I didn’t want to admit it, but he was good with his hands. Too good.

I moaned when he curled those fingers up and found my g-spot.

“Oh, God,” I moaned as I came all over his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out of me and looked at me deeply while he licked my juices clean off of them. His dark eyes bored into me as he did it. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Not that I would ever admit that to him.

He reached into the bedside table drawer and pulled out a condom. I watched him slide it down his length, and then he pulled out a bottle of lube and spread the liquid down onto his cock. Watching his hand pump down his hard length was an erotic sight. He reached down and spread the excess lube along my slit. I didn’t know a lot of men who used lube during sex, but I appreciated the gesture.

He flipped me over onto my stomach so I was on all fours. I panted at the sudden motion in surprise. He pushed my hair off my back and pressed small kisses on my tattoos. His other hand reached down to caress me again.

I gasped while his finger rubbed a small circle on my clit. That was definitely helping me relax. “Good?” he asked.

“That helps…and the lube. Thanks for using it.”

He kissed the side of my neck and whispered in my ear, “I might be about to pound into you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow, but I want you to enjoy it.” The hand not rubbing my clit gave me a small slap on the ass.

That should have pissed me off, but it didn’t. I liked him being aggressive with me in bed.

He positioned himself behind me and inched inside me slowly while rubbing my clit to relax my body. I moaned when he had fully seated himself inside me. I hadn’t had sex with a man in a long time, but Benny’s dick felt so good.

His hand trailed down my back in a gentle caress, but I didn’t want gentle tonight. Especially not with him.