I wanted all of her, but she’s right. Despite the fact Hadley was nodding off on post, we don’t have the time we need for me to indulge.
With the use of one hand, I quickly undo my belt, then the button and the zipper, pulling myself free from my boxers. “Please, what, baby?” I know what, but I want to hear her say it, stroking myself vigorously as our eyes lock.
Her grip around my neck eases, her hand falling between us to lock around my fist. We both stroke it for a beat or two before she squeezes me, hard, lips curling in that devilish smirk. “Fuck me, Andrés, that’s what.”
I don’t know if it’s the demand in her tone, the fact that we’re hiding in a closet and limited on time when I want to devour her whole, or just simply that it feels like I’ve been waiting years for this moment to go down, but I snap.
Like fully snap.
I can barely subdue the growl that wants to break free as I push her forward and reclaim full control of my cock, running the tip along her slicked pussy lips up to her tight little asshole. That visual is going straight to the spank bank…
“I’m not even gonna lie to you,” I repeat the same motion, “I didn’t bring a rubber. Is that reckless? Yes. Selfish? Absolutely. I wanna feel you, though, wanna feel every inch of your pussy clamping around my dick as you come with my name on your lips.”
Benni peeks over her shoulder, her stare smoldering yet somewhat uneasy all the same time. What she goes on to ask is the last thing I expected to hear. “Why would you ever wanna fuck me raw? I’m dirty…a dirty prisoner who you’re having to fuck in a musty, old as hell closet, and—”
Red. I see pure, flaming red.
My hand flies into her hair the next second. I yank her back so hard and so fast my dick slides inside her arched form with ease, our groans resounding in tandem. Takes everything in me, every spec of self-control I possess not to move as I turn her head toward me, looking her dead in the eye. “You’re not dirty, and if I hear you say it again, so help me, God, Benni…”
That uncertainty I’d seen seconds prior? It melts away in seconds, leaving nothing but determination in its wake.
“I am dirty, though. As fuck,” she tosses back, emphasizing that final K. “So fucking dirty you wouldn’t even begin to imagine—”
It’s on.
I crash our lips together, silencing her for the second time. I’m done talking. Can’t hold back anymore. Need to fuck her. She wants me to be rough? I’ll give her rough—a blend of frustration and arousal all in one shot. “You know that’s not what I meant,” I mumble against her lips, my hips flexing in and out in shallow, quick thrusts.
“I know,” she mumbles back, licking into my mouth, “but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true. You have no idea how dirty I can be.”
Sure about that?
Releasing my grip on her hair, I push her forward against the sink and deepen my strokes, filling her to the hilt every time I push back in. “You would’ve let me eat”—thrust—“your pussy”—thrust— “if that was the case.”
“Get me a razor, and you can eat it all you—Oh, God…” she drones, head falling between her shoulders.
“Feels good, baby?” Rhetorical for both of us, obviously, because the way her cunt is swallowing me whole right now… Fuck. She feels amazing—warm, wet, tight as hell. There’s no way I’m gonna last long.
Not when she’s pushing back against me and meeting me tit for tat the way she is. “So good… too fucking good. Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it,” I grate, looping my arm beneath one of her legs. The new angle has me out of my right mind, but it gives me the perfect leverage to give her exactly what she wants.
I’m plowing into her with everything I’ve got, beads of sweat accumulating along my brow as the sounds of our skin slapping and the continuous clink of my belt rent the air. If someone walks by that door, we’re definitely getting caught, and at this point in time, as long she gets to come, I don’t give a flying fuck.
“I’m close,” she warns, gripping the edge of the sink for dear life.
Shit, I am too, my balls tightening with one hell of an impending orgasm, those familiar tingles at the base of spine sparking. It’s gonna rip me to shreds; I can feel it. How I’m supposed to go back to the box and actually work, as if nothing ever happened, is going to be harder than simply trying to ignore Benni in my first days here.
“Touch yourself. Play with that pretty little clit for me,” I demand, grunting as I dig into her deeper. Impossible, I know, ‘cause I’m already as deep as hell, but here we are. Feels like I can’t get deep enough.
Better watch yourself before she ends up pregnant, that little voice in my head whispers, threatening to ruin the moment.
I’m well aware of what can happen, but I push it to the back of my mind, for now, focusing on her and only her, on how she’s doing exactly what I asked and helping me bring her over the edge.
“I’m right there, right there.” Another warning, another reason to push myself to limit, and after a few more strokes, she falls apart, biting on the hem of her shirt to stifle the sounds of her pleasure.
I don’t stop, though, keeping my pace steady to avoid busting inside her as she rides out the wave of her orgasm.
“Are you close?” she pants, and while she can’t see me, I manage a strained nod.
“I’m right there, bebé. Right fucking there.”
What happens next is not what I’d been anticipating—at all. Benni reaches back and pushes me back a few feet, a move that leaves my
