Rushing the Goal (Assassins #8)(40)

“I should stop?” It was a question, a stupid question she didn’t answer. She only arched her body into his, wanting more. His hands moved up her body, grazing the sides of her breasts before sliding back down, taking ahold of her ass. When he pressed himself against her, the long, hot length of him caused her to whimper as he asked, “Shouldn’t I?”

“No,” she gasped and he smiled against her lips.

“No?”

“Fuck no, don’t stop,” she cried as his teeth sank into her bottom lip before their mouths met once more and her hands went up under his shirt, sliding along the ripples of muscles.

“Fuck,” he moaned as her fingers dusted his ribs, and his skin broke out in gooseflesh. “I can’t stop.”

“Don’t. Please don’t,” she moaned against his lips.

That must have been what he was waiting for because his kisses became more demanding and Lucy wasn’t complaining. He kissed the way she thought he would.

Magically.

His lips were pillows for hers, and his hands, they were damned lethal. They felt her all over, and her body trembled beneath his as he quickly bunched her skirt at her waist, taking ahold of her bare ass cheeks. His fingers pressed into her as he arched against her, kissing her with what she was sure was everything he had. Had he wanted her the way she had wanted him? How long? How had he resisted her? Because she was surprised she had lasted this long.

When he lifted her farther, holding her up with his body, she cried against his mouth as his fingers moved between her legs, pressing his palm into her hot center.

“Oh, oh, God,” she murmured and he answered with a growl against her lips. Moving her thong to the side, he slid his fingers inside of her and they both moaned.

“Oh, you’re wet,” he muttered against her lips as her eyes slowly rolled to the back of her head. As he moved his finger up and around her clit, she cried out, her whole body clenching. He met her gaze. His half-lidded eyes almost had her coming all over his hand as he asked, “Have you been this wet the whole time you’ve been here? Have you wanted me, Lucy? Tell me.”

His demands only made her cry out more as his finger moved along her clit quickly and with efficiency. His hand was shaking, but it was getting the job done, and soon she was coming so hard, she saw lights behind her eyes as she cried out against his mouth, his name falling softly from her lips.

“God, yes,” he moaned, pressing his thumb against her clit as her body shook with the aftershocks of her climax. Arching off the wall, her body vibrated, and when she heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt, she almost cried in relief.

Finally.

“Condom, shit, hold on—”

“Birth control,” she muttered, holding him in place.

“Bed?”

“No. Here.”

His lips curved against hers, his bare cock pressing into her center. God, he was big. A shiver ran through her body as she met his gaze, his lips moving against hers as he asked, “Here?”

“Right here,” she demanded, taking ahold of him and directing him to her entrance. She had wanted wall-banging sex from him since she’d seen him in those Assassins sweat pants. Taking her by the back of her knee, he opened her more and then slowly thrust inside of her. One thrust, completely filling her to the hilt, and she was sure the neighbors heard her scream.

“Oh, oh, Benji,” she gasped, holding on to him for dear life.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he practically whimpered, moving out very slowly and then just as slowly back in, both of them moaning as he disappeared inch by inch inside of her. Her whole body trembled, her * clenching him as her fingers bit into the back of his neck. As he moved out of her, his fingers bit into her knee as she slowly shook her head. Meeting her gaze, he smiled as his nose moved against hers, his thrusts becoming more demanding, more forceful. Each one took her breath away, her cries mixing with his moans as he pounded into her.

At one point, she forgot her name.

But when he took her behind her other knee, pressing her knees into the wall and proceeding to f*ck her stupid, she was pretty sure she would never remember said name. Holding on to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, she watched him. Sweat was dripping down his neck, his shirt was wrinkled to hell, his hips were gorgeous, and f*ck, he was beautiful. His jaw was clenched and she knew he was almost there. She could feel it.

But before he could come, he pulled out, dropping to his knees and burying his face between her legs.

“Oh f*ck,” she cried out, and she was surprised she wasn’t scared she was going to hit the floor.

But he had her.

Boy, did he have her.

As he moved his tongue along her lips, she closed her eyes, arching off the wall as he sucked her clit into his mouth, and then blew on it. Crying out, she trembled as he flicked his tongue along her, her whole body going taut. His fingers bit into her knees as her fingers squeezed his shoulders, and she was sure he was going to be bruised tomorrow. She didn’t think he cared, though, because he was ruthless, his tongue doing damage against her *. And when she came…

She came hard.

But she couldn’t even bask in it before he was standing, lifting her up the wall and reentering her in one fell swoop.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she panted as he started to pound into her, her body squeezing his as he pushed in to the hilt, filling her completely before doing it all over again. Over and over again, until a harsh yell left his lips and he stilled, arching into her before her name fell from his lips. He filled her as her body shook with her own orgasm, her * clenching him, milking him. Her eyes were shut, and as she pulled in deep breaths, she swore she had never felt this good in her life. That orgasm was due eight years ago, and still the blinding pulsation of it had her gasping for breath. Her whole body was on fire as he pressed his forehead to hers, his lips moving very slowly against hers while they both fought for air.