Deep (Stage Dive, #4)(26)

“Good. That’s … that’s good.”

His moist lips covered mine, kissing me hard.

“Trust me,” he said, positioning the broad blunt head of his cock against my opening.

I nodded.

“Legs and arms around me.”

“Yes.” I did as told, wrapping him up tight.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, flexing his hips.

His lips played with mine, tongue licking my jaw, my neck, as he worked his cock inside of me. Arms encircled my head and his beautiful face was so close, bristly cheek resting against mine, teeth nipping my ear. Now that I was plenty wet, things went smoother. But still, he was not a small man. He felt good, but … substantial. Thick. It might take me a while to get used to him.

And there weren’t enough words to explain how I wanted to get used to him, in all the ways.

“Wait.” I squirmed beneath him, tilting my hips to take him deeper. “Oh god, yeah. Like that.”

“There?” He surged forward, filling me, his hips pressing me deep into the mattress. I sighed and he moaned, his pelvis shifting restlessly against me.

“Yeah.”

“Fuck you feel good,” he said, face buried in my hair. “So f*cking good.”

I flexed my thigh muscles, tightening my hold on him. Given half a chance, I’d never let him go. In return, he groaned, easing back to thrust forward again, slow and easy. The motion smooth and precise. Ben f*cked me so sweetly, working himself deep into me in sure, steady strokes. Accustoming me to his presence. His body trembled with the effort, sweat dripping off his brow. I’d never experienced anything more perfect than being in bed with him. Being the focus of all his attention.

It was like we were each other’s whole world. Nothing else existed beyond the bed.

His mouth took mine, his hand slipping down between us to explore where we were joined. Fingers caressing the stretched lips of my sex, just above my still sensitive clit. I gasped and he smiled, adjusting his angle slightly so he rubbed against it. He f*cked me harder then, pushing me up and up toward climax once more.

“Ben,” I panted.

His arms tightened, caging me in, keeping me safe. A hand slipped beneath my ass cheek then traveled up my leg, sliding over my sweaty skin. He grabbed ahold of my thigh, hard, fingers digging in. The familiar ecstatic tension spread through me, completing me. It was out of control. Everything about sex with Ben was out of control. The way his hard chest rubbed against my breasts and the single-mindedness in the way he watched me, gauging every response. His big body covered me, his cock filling me. Pleasure was the only possible response.

I came, shuddering, biting into his shoulder. I shook and shook, and he held onto me even tighter. He drove himself deep and came, one hand in my hair and the other still wrapped around my thigh.

Nothing could ever compare.

Ben collapsed beside me. He hit the mattress so hard I bounced into his side and stayed there, curling up against him. It took a while for the world to stop spinning, for us both to catch our breath.

My insides buzzed. Hell, my whole body buzzed. I hid my face in his skin, grinning like a fool. How incredible for me and him to be in the same bed doing the postcoital bliss thing. I’d been this happy, this certain of something, precisely never in my life. It wouldn’t be easy but it would be worth it. Mal and Anne would adjust, because eight years was nothing, really.

I rolled onto my side and snuggled into him. The dude had more than enough body warmth for both of us in the cool air-conditioning. Then, from somewhere close, came a buzzing.

Ben stirred, reaching down to snag his cell from the pocket of his jeans before tossing them aside. When he saw the name on the screen his whole body stiffened. The buzzing went on. His thumb slid across the front of the cell and he held it to his ear.

“Hey.”

A faint voice from the phone.

“No, no. I dropped her back at her room.”

More from the caller.

“For f*ck’s sake, man. When will you get it through your head nothing’s going on? Girl’s not my kind.”

My heart stuttered. It hurt.

“Ha-ha. Yeah, f*ck off. Go back to your bride. I’m heading to a bar uptown. Shilly’s playing. Said I’d join for a while.”

More talk.

“Yeah, I’ll tell him you said hi. Later.”

Above me, the ceiling swam blurrily, my vision wavering. Silly me, always so surprised. When would I learn?

“Were you ever going to tell him?” I asked quietly.

“What?” Ben sat at the side of the bed, head in his hands. He was just having a moment, the sex had been intense and so on. All of us processed emotional moments in our own sweet way. “You want a drink or something?”

“No. I want the truth.” Strangely calm, I sat up, tugging the sheet with me. All of a sudden being naked didn’t seem like such a smart idea. “Were you ever planning on telling Mal about us?”

“We only just finished having sex. The man’s on his honeymoon. It’s his wedding night. You really want me to get into it with him right now?”

“No. What I’m asking is if you’re planning on getting into it with him ever.”

Ben looked away, wiping his face with a hand. “It’s complicated.”

“Yeah. But I’m not sure you lying to him helps.”