“Aye, aye, Captain,” I snarked.
His hand came down on my ass again, and a sound of surprise squeaked past my lips. He sat me on his desk, going down onto his knees before removing my panties with one swift tug. He groaned into my pussy, inhaling my scent. My thighs opened wider as he dipped a finger into my wet heat.
I leaned back on my elbows, already panting for him as he swept his tongue over my clit. It felt like it had been months since I’d been touched by him instead of a little over a week.
He took his time with me, devouring me one tiny piece at a time, and when I finally found my release, he pulled me off the desk, swiftly turning me around and bending me over so my ass was pressed against him. His rigid length dug into me, and I wiggled against him, urging him to take me.
“Please, Ben,” I sighed. “I want you.”
“Princess, you don’t know how much I love hearing you say that.”
He teased my entrance with his tip, sliding it through my wet heat and pressing in slightly before removing it.
I whined; the cool wood of his desk pressed against my cheek. “Te necesito.Please?Eres el placer que necesito.”
“Say it again,” he murmured into my ear, his chest flush with my back.
“I need you.”
And that felt truer than I wanted to believe. We were becoming more and more intertwined, my feelings scattered everywhere for anyone to see. It was the most honest thing I’d ever said to him, uttered while I was two seconds away from getting railed against his desk.
He pressed himself into me in one fluid motion, holding himself deep inside me.
“That’s my girl. Don’t you ever forget how much you need me. How much you want this.”
He started moving, his thrusts slow and languid, and my legs shook as I got closer and closer to falling into the abyss.
He grabbed my hand and moved it to my pussy. “Touch yourself for me, princess. I want to feel that pretty little cunt squeezing my cock while you come this time.”
“I’m so close,” I whimpered. Begging him to hold out for me.
“I know you are. I can feel you, so wet and needy. Get there for me, princess,” he commanded.
I drew tight circles around my clit, arching back to meet him thrust for thrust. The feeling of arousal coiled tighter and tighter as he pumped into me, my release careening toward me.
Inevitable. Just as inevitable as me catching feelings for this man with his sweet words and his filthy mouth.
I cried out as I pulsed around him. He thrust into me once, twice, and then pulled out, groaning in pleasure as his release spilled over my ass and thighs.
“God, you’re perfect.”
I slumped against his desk, breathless and fucked senseless. Ben brought me back a towel and cleaned me off before carrying me back into his bed and enveloping me with his arms.
I started to sit up. “I should go.”
“Nuh uh. It’s late. Stay,” he mumbled, pulling me closer.
I looked at his clock on the nightstand. Well past midnight. I really should leave. This distorted the lines that I’d drawn to protect myself too much. Lines that were being smudged and muddled enough these days, as it was. But I couldn’t find the strength to climb out of his bed. So, I stayed wrapped in his arms the entire night, leaving my heart open and vulnerable while he slept peacefully beside me.
A Note
The fluorescent lights flickered, sending a jolt of unease through me as I opened up the locker. A folded piece of notebook paper fluttered to the ground. The fear that had been keeping me up at night like the monster under my bed, scraping its claws down my spine.
I reached down, wrapping shaky fingers around the wrinkled note. I unfolded it reluctantly, taking in the words scrawled untidily across the page.
I know what you did.
If you want it to stay between us, meet me in the little theater after rehearsal.
