Need Me (Broke and Beautiful #2)(23)

Ben gripped her knees tightly in his hands. “Is this going to get you out of my system?”

“I don’t know.” Honey took a deep breath and slid her dress up to her waist, revealing the tiny triangle of blue silk between her legs. “Is it going to get you out of mine?”

He groaned, hands kneading her thighs. “I shouldn’t want the answer to be no, right?” As if irritated at himself for saying those words out loud, he twisted his fingers in the sides of her panties and yanked them down her legs. Honey said a quick prayer to the waxing gods that she’d let Roxy drag her to get her first Brazilian one week prior, because the fierce, blanketing lust that fell over Ben’s face made it worth the pain. A gruff sound escaped his lips, and he shook his head. “You’ve been sitting in my lectures hiding this sweetness beneath your skirt, babe?”

My sweet Lord. “Yes.”

“Not anymore. I can see all of your bare little * now. Can’t I?”

“Yes.”

The hardening of his jaw was the only warning she had before he circled her knees with his hands and jerked her to the edge of the desk. In one movement, he got to his knees and shoved her legs open further. After that, Honey’s thoughts were only of Ben’s mouth. Ben’s tongue. She wished she could un-bow her back long enough to watch him, but the wicked sensations he created kept her head thrown back, staring blindly at the classroom ceiling. His mouth moved like a wave, smooth and determined, devouring her with wide, openmouthed kisses that left her gasping. The first time his upper lip brushed against her clit, Honey jerked on the desk, hands darting involuntarily to weave through his hair and hold him closer. A vibration emanated from his mouth, buzzing over her sensitive nub like the greatest vibrator known to man as he brushed his lips back and forth over the sensitive spot.

“Please, Ben. Please.”

Another brush of lips. “Pull my hair. Harder. Show me how bad you want me to take away the hurt.”

Honey tugged hard on the strands wrapped around her fingers, savoring Ben’s growl. He took her ankles in his hands and threw them both over his shoulders, burying his mouth at her core. His lips closed around her aching bud, drawing hard. And she flew. She flew backwards on the desk, body shaking as the climax gripped her, but her mind flew, too. Out of the classroom to a green meadow where bunny rabbits frolicked and someone strummed an acoustic guitar while lounging in a hammock.

She was brought back to reality by her own voice chanting, “Oh God, Ben. Oh God, Ben,” on a constant loop, but she was abruptly cut off when he pulled her off the desk. Her stomach encountered the straining erection in his pants as she slipped off the metal desk, a reminder that they weren’t finished yet. Ben was breathing heavily, sweat dotting his forehead. As soon as her feet hit the floor, his hands disappeared underneath her dress and gripped her ass with strong fingers. He looked to almost be in pain as he walked her backwards, around the desk, to push her up against the wall, his hands hard and punishing on her backside the entire way.

Ben snagged her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged. “Fuck, the way you come is so goddamn hot.”

“You’re not supposed to talk that way.” He ground his erection against her belly, eliciting a whimper from her lips. “You’re an English professor.”

“Yeah?” He spun her toward the wall, pressing her cheek against the cool surface. Cool air on her backside told her he’d lifted up her dress. “Well, your English professor isn’t supposed to f*ck you, either, but that’s exactly what’s going to happen here.” A heavy pause. “Unless you tell me no. You should really tell me no, Honey. In a minute, babe . . . I don’t know if I’ll be able to hear anything but the sound of me slipping in and out of you.”

The visual nearly made her go limp. She could tell by the stilted way he spoke, by the hardness pressing insistently against her naked bottom, that he didn’t want her to say no. Nor did she want to. Her belly was already tightening with the thrilling thought of taking him inside her. Feeling all that desire for her in one place. Listening to his harsh pants as he drove deeper.

Honey reached behind her back and worked his belt buckle with frantic fingers. “I want you so bad, Ben. Don’t stop. Please.”

He pushed his hardness into her hands, rubbing himself there. “Oh, thank Christ.”

She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper seconds before she freed the leather from his belt and undid the button of his pants. He took over then, drawing down his zipper and rolling the condom onto his erection. Honey braced her hands against the wall and angled her hips for him, biting her lip so she wouldn’t beg out loud for him to hurry.

His lips moved on her shoulder, hot and wet. At the same time, the thick head of his arousal nudged between her legs, stealing an uneven moan from both of them. “You’re slippery as hell, but I can eat you again, Honey. Just say the word.”

“Inside me. Just get inside me.”

BEN RAMMED HIMSELF home.

And then he pushed further and harder because he couldn’t get close enough. Couldn’t get inside this girl enough. She was up on her toes, possibly had already left the ground, and all he could think was more, more, give me more. Had anyone ever felt this f*cking good? Honey squirmed around on his cock, whimpering and clawing at the wall, no idea that every movement she made was driving him toward some unknown brink he’d never been aware existed.