I need her. All of her.
She brings her finger up to her mouth, biting the tip as she tries to stand up and face me. I growl, shaking my head. I want those legs spread wide-open, exactly the way they are now.
I put my hands on either side of her ass, spreading it wide, and then I bury my face in her slit. The moment I taste her honey on my tongue, I know there’s no turning back—but why would I want to?
Rae tastes like heaven. She gasps and writhes and shoves her ass back toward me, and I’m exactly where I want to be.
20
Rae
I swear, this isn’t why I came here.
Ah, hell. Who am I kidding?
This is exactly why I came here. I went to Benji’s house looking for him, then I came straight to the garage. For him. Always for him.
Did I think it would end up with me bent over the desk, and Benji’s face shoved between my thighs?
Well, maybe not, but a girl can dream, right?
Benji drags his tongue through my slit as I let out a gasp. He devours me, igniting my body from head to toe. I scrape my nails across the desk, pushing back toward him.
He groans, loving the taste of me. His fingers sink into my flesh as I flatten myself against the desk. He grunts, the noise soaked in pure lust. Electricity sparks. Desire dances deep inside me, making my back arch and goose bumps ripple over my skin. Everything is sensitive.
The desk feels rough on my cheek. A stack of papers flutters to the floor. Benji’s stubble scrapes over my sensitive areas, sending little thrills of pleasure rushing through my veins.
His lips are soft. Warm. Embracing.
Just like I did in the back seat of my car, I let go.
This time, there’s no hesitation. No doubts. No holding back.
I curl my fingers around the edge of the desk, arching my back as an orgasm rattles through me. It erupts from my core, sending pleasure rushing to every corner of my body. My cheeks burn. My lips drop open. My muscles seize.
And Benji groans, lapping up my pleasure. He tastes my lust and asks me for more. His hands grip my thighs as he kisses the edge of my leg, sinking his teeth into my thigh as the last thrill of my orgasm shivers through me. My chest heaves, breaths shuddering.
As I try to catch my breath, Benji shifts behind me. I hear the rustling of his clothes, and then the tearing of a crinkly wrapper. Picking myself up off the desk, I glance over my shoulder.
Benji meets my eye, arching a brow.
I nod.
No words. They aren’t needed. I watch, breath held, as Benji rolls a condom over his cock, then close my eyes. When he drags it through my slit, I melt into a puddle of nothing.
I love the way he touches me. Claims me. Lays waste to me. With nothing more than a touch, he makes me shudder with desire while my body begs for more.
When he enters me, I feel whole.
His hands land on the desk on either side of me, and I feel his legs pressed against mine. I arch back against him, wanting all of him. I want to feel every inch. Every bit of his skin. Everything he’s willing to give me.
I’ve spent so long trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t want this. That I shouldn’t pursue him. That he was out of reach and off-limits.
Now, that wall is decimated.
I. Want. Him.
Every way. Any way. All the time.
He plunges himself deep inside me and I gasp in pleasure. Benji’s hand moves to my back and slides up to the nape of my neck. He tangles his fingers into my hair, tugging gently as I grip the desk. I push back against him, resisting and giving in all at once. He tugs my hair again, a little harder this time.
Any pain that might needle my skull turns to pleasure, rippling through my body in an instant.
A grunt escapes his lips, and I can feel the pleasure pulsing through the room. Paper crunches under my chest. Benji’s breaths are ragged and labored. I moan, closing my eyes as I let myself go.
In this moment, I belong to him, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
All the years I’ve held back, when I’ve sacrificed and put others first—they all vanish. Right now, Benji gives me everything I never knew I wanted. Everything I’ve missed.
He’s rough. Possessive. Commanding.
Grabbing me by the waist, he pulls me back and thrusts deeper. I see stars. I pant, my hair a mess and my body covered in a thin sheen of sweat—and I want more.
Benji gives it to me. Again, and again, and again.
He doesn’t stop until I’m moaning his name and arching my back. Not until I’m a rag doll in his hands. Not until my knees quake and my legs feel like jelly.
Not until I feel him grow thicker inside me and his hands tighten around my waist.
Only when we’re both shattered does he stumble back, knocked around by the force of his orgasm—that’s when he stops. I collapse back onto the desk, trembling.
When I finally scrape myself off and turn around, I can hardly breathe. I grip the edge of the desk with both hands, afraid I’ll keel over if I let go.
Benji’s broken over a chair. My eyes drift over his naked body and my goodness, he’s gorgeous. Post-orgasmic, glowing, still hard. He grunts, meeting my gaze through hooded eyes.
I bite my lip, grinning, then toss him his clothes.
