The Promise (The 'Burg #5)(105)

Immediately.

My hands started moving all over Benny.

“Or,” he kept going, “I’ll take my feet, you kneel in front of me, and I’ll do the work and f**k your face.”

And at that, I planted a foot in the bed and rolled him.

“You make a choice?” he asked when I was on top and he was on his back.

“Shut up, Benny.”

He grinned at me.

That grin was a dare.

And I was suddenly feeling like a daredevil.

I moved down his chest and found for the first time, with Benny not taking charge, I had the time to discover that I’d never had before.

And all the magnificence of him was laid out before me, so I took that time with my fingers, with my mouth, with my teeth and tongue. There was a lot of him, all of it solid silk that was unbelievably fascinating. The taste of him thrilling. The feel of his fingers in my hair, or reaching to cop a feel, titillating. The noises he made to the way I made his body shift with turned-on agitation taking me straight out of my head and making me all about what I was doing to Benny.

Making me all about giving him more.

So by the time I reached my destination, I was so ready, I actually wanted to grasp his cock, climb on, and ride it.

Instead, I positioned between his legs and took it in another part of me.

The minute I did, Ben growled.

My eyes shot from what I was doing to his face, his c**k still in my mouth.

When they met his heated ones, he groaned, “Fuck, baby.”

Watching him, I slid up then took him as deep as I could.

His legs cocked, his head fell back, I got a view of muscular throat and all that was Benny, and a pulse thrummed between my legs.

I took him again and felt his legs tense beside me.

He liked it.

And suddenly, so did I.

That was when I licked. I stroked. I glided. I used lips, suction, and hand. I got so into it, half the time I was watching him, half the time I was all about sucking him off, going for the groan, seeing him dig his heels in the bed, and I was getting off on this so much that I was near desperate to shove my hand between my legs to take myself there.

I should have let Benny play with my pu**y.

I’d have to remember to do that next time, as in, later that night.

This was my thought when I had Ben deep, and I moaned against his cock. Then his c**k was gone.

I started to look to him in surprise, but he was already on his knees. Then he was hauling me around and pushing me down so I was facing the end of my bed on all fours.

Then he was driving inside me.

Oh yes. Take two of things we’d never done: doggie-style.

“Benny,” I breathed.

He didn’t say a word. Hands clutching my hips, he yanked me back as he pounded into me, and it was then I felt it.

Ben wasn’t guiding this. Ben wasn’t in control of this. Ben wasn’t enjoying himself as he brought me to cl**ax.

Ben had lost control.

Ben was f**king me because he needed to f**k me.

And I’d made him do that.

Me.

Frankie.

And I’d never had that.

Not ever.

It was phenomenal.

I felt a rush of wet between my legs at the thought, the corresponding ripple that coursed through me, and my head shot back, but I fell down to my forearms in the bed.

My head didn’t fall, though, because Ben reached over me, fisted a hand in my hair, and pulled back, forcing my neck to arch, my back to arch, and my sex to drive into his.

That was so f**king hot, I cried out, coming instantly, doing it gasping, panting, and moaning.

“That’s right, Frankie,” he growled, slamming inside me.

“More,” I begged, still coming.

He gave me more, pounding. Then his hand released my hair, both went to my hips, and he slammed me back as he bucked inside me, grunting, then groaning through his cl**ax.

His thrusts calmed and he started to glide, his fingers digging into my hips, beginning to roam lightly across the skin of my ass, and I shivered in front of him at the beauty of it.

After a long time, Ben pulled out but bent over me. I felt his front against my back and his arms round me. Then I was up, kneeling in front of him, one of Benny’s arms wrapped around my belly, the other one under my br**sts. One hand angled up, cupping me, and his mouth came to my ear.

“My Frankie, she’s determined to do somethin’, she goes big,” he whispered there.

I was right.

He liked it.

A whole lot.

I dropped my head to his shoulder and folded my arms over his on my body.

“Kiss me, honey,” he ordered.

I turned my head and tipped it back, but I didn’t kiss Benny. He dropped his mouth to mine and he kissed me. He did it for a long time. And when he did it, he did it deep, wet, and sweet.

When he broke it, he lifted his lips to touch them to my nose, then shifted so he could bury his face in my neck and give me a squeeze with his arms.

He seemed fine to stay that way, silent and holding me, and I wasn’t complaining.

Finally, he spoke.

“Got me so hot, didn’t use a condom.”

And I was so hot, I hadn’t even thought of that until then.

“You seein’ someone else?” I teased.

“Fuck no,” he answered.

Immediate and firm.