“What’s that?” I ask, gasping again as he drags a finger through my wetness to test me.
“This is a first for me.”
“What? The desk?” I puzzle at him.
It seems strange anytime I hear he hasn’t done something given the number of women I can assume he’s been with. I can’t imagine there’s much left to explore that’s new, but a bolt of jealousy sears through me at the thought of him with anyone else.
He shakes his head, nipping his way along my inner thigh and sliding a finger in and out of me as he looks me over in the moonlight. I roll my hips to match the pace of it before he pulls it away again, and I give a little pout at the loss. His eyes raise up to mine and he looks at me thoughtfully, raising a brow as he slides the tip of his finger against his lips, tasting me.
“I know you’re not saying it’s the first time you’ve ever fucked a girl with your mouth.” I laugh at the absurdity.
“That’s what I’m saying.” His voice is soft, almost defensive in response.
“What? How is that even possible?”
He ignores my question.
“So you’re going to have to walk me through it. Tell me where you want my tongue, how you want my tongue.” He uses his thumb to part me and grazes my clit.
I’m trying to process that revelation, wrap my brain around how to believe it but I can barely think straight.
“You can’t ask me for that. Unless you want us to get caught.” I try to whisper, but I struggle as he makes another pass over me.
He smirks and looks up at me, sliding another finger inside me and curling them in a way that has my breath stuttering.
“I just haven’t been able to get it out of my mind. I get off to the thought of it every day.” He leans forward, sliding his thumb to the side and presses his mouth to my clit, a tentative kiss that has me biting down on my tongue to keep from moaning.
“I can’t, Ben. I can’t take it.”
“You can. I believe in you.” He slides his tongue between with one long stroke and I come up off the desk, unable to stay still with the feel of him.
The man is going to break me, no way my body can withstand him or the orgasm I can already feel building just from the few slight touches he’s given me so far.
“You should just fuck me, Ben. Put me out of my misery, please.”
“No. I’ve waited way too fucking long for this, and you taste even better than I imagined. So no fucking way. Now, tell me how you want it.”
I could scream from frustration, but instead I decide to embrace it. I had imagined this before, and if he was going to insist on me running things, I was going to ask for what I wanted.
“Get naked.”
“Now you’re just buying time.”
“No. I just want to see all of you while you do it. I want to watch your muscles flex and see how hard it makes you and then I want you ready because the second I come; I want you inside me. So strip.”
“Fuck. I like you bossy.” He stands and does as he’s told. He grabs the back of his collar, pulling his shirt over his head and then pulling his pants off, revealing that he didn’t have anything on underneath. His cock is fucking perfect, the size, the shape, just like the rest of him. I reach out and stroke him with my hand, leaning over and running my tongue over the tip because I want him to suffer too. He inhales sharply at the contact, and I grin before I sit back again.
“You’re a liar too, because you said you were trying to sleep. And you planned to come in here the whole time.”
He leans forward, catching my lips with his, his cock brushing against my core. “Like I’d give up an opportunity to fuck you with a chance of everyone hearing you. It was just a little white lie. Forgive me?”
“Right,” I say, and then slide forward on the desk so that the tip of him nudges my entrance. “You could just fuck me. Make it up to me that way.”
“This is how I’m making it up to you.” He shakes his head, showing an immense amount of self-control that I don’t have right now. He pulls back away from me and sits down again.
“Tell me what you want, Vi. I want you to teach me exactly how to make you come.”
I take a breath because this isn’t my wheelhouse, bossing a guy around, and least of all someone that looks and feels like Ben does. But I also want to be brave enough to do what he’s asking of me.
