Need Me (Broke and Beautiful #2)(47)

Ben made a sympathetic noise. “You soaked right through your panties to your shorts, babe?” He worked his fingers in a circle. “When did this happen?”

She didn’t have the wherewithal to be anything but honest. “In the barn. I just wished we’d stayed in the barn and done it then and there instead of waiting. I don’t know how you do this to me.”

“Oh yes you do. You do it to me, too.” He removed his hand from between her legs, untying the shirt beneath her breasts and unbuttoning it with impatient fingers. When her breasts bounced free, his hands moved over them possessively. “All day, walking around with no bra. Back and forth between the house and the barn. My dick has been so hard for you, I can’t remember my own name.”

“Well, it’s Ben.” She pulled off the road and onto the field, hitting the brakes and throwing the truck into park. “Professor. Ben. Dawson.”

His jaw flexed. “Oh, now you’ve done it.” He jerked open the passenger side door with such intention that all she could do was watch him round the front bumper, anticipation twirling like a ballerina in her stomach. She managed to take off her seat belt before he yanked the driver’s side door open, took her by the waist, and pulled her out. A warning voice in Honey’s head told her that if she let the inevitable kiss happen, he would have control of this entire encounter and she wanted the control. He’d been commanding her senses and brainpower all day, and she needed to call some shots before she drowned in him.

Letting her pent-up sexual frustration fuel her, she grabbed him by the front of his T-shirt, reversed their positions, and shoved him up against the car. Oh, he liked her being aggressive. He sunk his teeth into his bottom lip and watched her, waiting to see what she’d do with the reins she’d taken. She lifted the hem of his thin cotton T-shirt and scrubbed the heel of her hand over his abs, before going lower to snap open the fly of his jeans.

When her palm brushed over his erection, his head fell back and hit the car on a groan. As she unzipped his pants, she leaned in and licked the column of his neck. “Whenever I fantasized about you during class, I pictured you wearing a tie when I did this.”

“Did what?”

Honey gave him a sly smile in response. Having succeeded in undoing his pants, she slipped her hand into his boxer briefs and stroked his heavy arousal. “You asked me earlier about my favorite position.”

“Tell me,” he panted. “Say it.”

She placed her mouth over his ear. “On my knees.”

Ben twined his flexing fingers in her hair as she knelt. “Oh God, you know I want that mouth, babe. Just enough to let me feel it this time, though. I’m too hot and f*cked up for you to last long.”

The truth of his words was thick and swollen in her hand. She’d only done this with one other guy, so she didn’t have the expertise to know when one was hurting. Maybe it was her undefinable connection to Ben or some instinct he’d awoken in her, but she knew in her core that his desperation not only matched but outshined hers. Ben was in serious need of relief. Having the power to give it to him went to her head like a shot-gunned bottle of champagne.

She ran her thumb up the smooth underside, following in its wake with her tongue. Ben’s stomach hollowed on a sucked-in breath above her. “Again. Please, again.”

Honey granted his wish twice more before taking the head into her mouth and inching her way down, wetting his length as she went, making him slippery, easier to take. Each time she took him deeper, she sucked her way back up, hand working in time with her mouth. Ben groaned and cursed above her, harsh, filthy words she’d never thought to associate with him, her by-the-book English professor.

“Thought about this in class, did you?” His hips began undulating, seeking the pleasure of her mouth. “I guess we both have the same favorite position, because I always fantasized about kneeling in front of your desk, spreading your legs and sucking your clit.”

She moaned around his flesh, her clothes suddenly feeling way too confining. One hand continued to worship his erection along with her mouth, while the other dropped to unsnap her jean shorts in anticipation of getting them off. Ben must have heard the sound, because one of his fists released her hair to dig in his pocket, pulling a condom out between his index and middle finger. One second, she was on her knees with Ben in her mouth, the next she was on her back in the grass, the denim shorts being ripped down her body, along with her panties. Their hands were everywhere, groping, stroking. The silence of the falling twilight was broken by rough breaths, urgent requests. Honey took the condom from Ben’s hand and tore the corner open with her teeth, but her wrists were pinned above her head before she could roll it down his hardness.

Her back bowed off the earth with a cry when Ben began sucking her nipples. Hard, hungry pulls that strengthened the pulsing between her legs. Keeping her wrists pinned with one hand, he rested the other on the apex of her thighs, not moving it, just teasing her with its proximity to where she needed him to touch.

“Ben,” she gasped. “Please.”

He ceased his torture of her breasts to lift his head. “You want me to finger bang you, Honey?”

“Yes. Yes.”

His eyes locked on hers as he drove two fingers inside her. Oh God. She was going to come. Going to come. But she couldn’t, because his touch didn’t move, granted her no friction. Her hips lifted and fell in a plea, but he didn’t grant her request, choosing instead to study the movements of her body like one eyed a juicy steak. “If you move like that when I’m inside you, babe, I will f*ck you all the harder.”