The Boy Next Door (Pt. 6)
“Promise you won’t knee me afterwards?” he said, but the joking tone was belied by the hitch in his voice.
I kept moving against him, loving the way his stomach tightened with every move I made. “That depends on how good you are.”
“Oh, I can be very good.”
“We’ll see about that.”
I watched as he reached into his pillowcase and pulled out a condom, which he unwrapped and rolled on with the ease of experience. I moved forward so that he was pressing against my entrance, and then--still slick from our earlier pool adventure--slowly took him in, savoring the feeling of his crown sliding into me, following by his cock, which was hot and hard. I sat back, taking him in until he was sunk to the hilt, feeling fuller than I’d ever felt before.
“Christ, Ben,” I breathed.
His hands slid from my breasts to my hips and he began guiding me back and forth, back and forth. I closed my eyes and let my head hang back as I rode him, gently at first, then faster and faster. I felt safe with him, secure with him, in a way that surpassed my normal headstrong confidence. I felt like I could be vulnerable with him, just as he had been with me when he confessed his high school crush on me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said. Our eyes met, his smoldering and dark, but I kept moving, wanting him to feel how much this moment meant to me, wanting him to know how good he made me feel. I could feel a telltale clenching in my core and I opened my mouth to cry out, but before I could climax on my own, Ben pressed a gentle thumb to my clit and began rubbing it in slow circles. That was all I needed. I came in what felt like an explosion, a nuclear chain reaction, one spasming core muscle leading to the next and to the next, pulling the very fabric of my being apart.
Ben flipped me onto my back, hovering over me. “What do you think, mascot?”
“I think you’re amazing,” I said, my body still rippling with pleasure. I looked down at his cock, thick and impossibly hard between his muscular thighs. My body pulsed again, this time in anticipation.
Ben leaned down to kiss my neck, his lips trailing down to my breast, where he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping in a way that made me arch my back. Then, without warning, he plunged into me, hissing in satisfaction as my pussy took all of his considerable length.
He stroked in and out--pulling himself almost all the way out and then plunging in again, his hips drilling into my thighs. From my vantage point, I could see all the best parts of him on display--his broad shoulders and sculpted chest, his ridged abs and narrow hips, all of his body tensed in the pursuit of fucking me into oblivion.
“You’re so fucking hot, Natalie,” he said.
“I was about to say the same about you.”
“You have no idea how many nights I fantasized about this,” he said, still thrusting. “How many hours I spent dreaming about your pussy and that mouth. Damn, that mouth.” I took his hand and drew a finger into my mouth, where I kissed and sucked at his fingertip, knowing my plump lips looked undeniably sexy as I did so. I was rewarded with such an expression of dark lust that I almost came just witnessing it.
And with that, all bets were off. He started screwing me harder, the cords in his neck raised with the strain. I slid my hand over his shoulders, in awe of his body, of him, enjoying this crazy, hot, unbelievable moment.
“Oh no, you’re coming with me,” he commanded, mistaking my awe for relaxation, and then he moved into a kneeling position, raising my legs so that my ankles rested against his shoulders. From here he had unfettered access to my clitoris, which he teased and caressed expertly, all the while hitting new angles inside me that made my toes curl. I moaned, my body too sensitive to handle another orgasm, but he kept going, kept stroking and thrusting until my body tightened once again.
“I think I could fuck you all night and still not get enough,” he growled, and once more, my core squeezed and thrilled and my pussy clenched around his cock as I rode the intense orgasm.
He growled once more, and then I felt him pulsing inside me, his entire body surrendering at last. But even as his cock jerked with spent desire, his eyes never left mine, and that feeling of security surrounded me once more.
He collapsed by my side, and we lay panting for a few moments, the sounds of the party still spilling into the room. I smiled to myself as I watched him breathe; to think, if I hadn’t finally called it quits with Derek and stormed out without my shoes, I wouldn’t have run into Ben. He wouldn’t have invited me to his party and told me that he’d liked me for years and we wouldn’t have shared this mind-blowing night together.
And hopefully, it was the first of many mind-blowing nights.
As if reading my thoughts, Ben rolled over onto his side and propped his head up on his hand. “So, I know it’s kind of soon, but would you like to meet my mother tomorrow? I think you guys would really hit it off.”
“You think she likes town girls who knee people in the balls?”
“I know she likes kick-ass, independent girls who knee people in the balls.”
I stroked his stomach, tickling his sides with my fingertips. “Okay. But I am under no circumstances ever going near a rhododendron again.”
Sierra Simone is a librarian by day, young adult author by night, and lover of heart-fluttering, pulse-quickening, skin-tingling romance by late night. She lives in a city she loves with two dimple-cheeked kids and a man in uniform.
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