He shrugged, looking slightly abashed. “I like having them within reach. There’s some in the end table by the couch, in the bathroom drawer, and the nightstand in my bedroom.”
“How practical of you,” I said, grabbing the condom from his hand.
“You know me, always the pragmatic one.”
I snorted because Ididknow him and that was an outright lie. Ben wasn’t logical or practical or pragmatic. He was chaotic and passionate and wild.
The reason he had condoms strewn throughout every room was most likely due to the need arising for a condom outside the bedroom on any number of occasions with any number of women and not because he had preemptively thought the need might occur one day. I dispelled that idea with a heavy sigh.
Fun, Eve. This is just some fun.
He’s scratching an itch. And so are you.
He’s not yours. No need to get jealous.
I ripped open the condom, gripping him firmly as I rolled it over his length. I coiled my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his backside as I wordlessly lined him up at my entrance.
He shivered, his eyes focused on where our bodies met. He slid into me slowly, gaze locked on where we were joined. I groaned as he filled me, his green eyes darkening to emerald. Enthralled with the sight of him fucking me, the heat in his gaze as he watched his cock glide in and out of me.
“Look at you, princess. Look how well you take me. I can’t take my eyes off this pretty pussy of yours taking my cock.”
I whimpered at his words. “Ben.No te detenges.Don’t stop.”
His hand skated up my body to my breast, squeezing and massaging before using his fingers to toy with my nipple. I gasped and ground into him, his dick sliding in deeper, causing him to mutter a curse.
“I couldn’t stop if I wanted to, princess. You feel too good. Too fucking good. I don’t think I’ll ever want to stop fucking you.”
His words stroked something inside me, an insecurity I’d always had of never being good enough. A worry of always being a disappointment somehow. The reassurance of his words lit me up like a firecracker on the Fourth of July.
His thrusts were slow and measured, and they were making my blood heat and my heart race. I needed more and deeper and harder and rougher. I didn’t want tender.
“Ay dios mío,” I cried. “Fuck me harder.”
His fingers dug into my hip, and he squeezed my nipple harder with his other hand. He pounded into me with more force, his pace turning punishing as I gripped the edge of the counter to keep from sliding from the edge.
I could feel the pleasure coiling deep in my belly, winding itself into a tight little ball, waiting to explode with just a little more of something.
I leaned back and let go of the counter with one hand, moving my fingers to my clit. Ben watched my fingers circle around my bundle of nerves, lightly at first, as he continued pumping into me.
“Fuck, princess. Play with yourself just like that. Let me see you come around my dick like a good girl.”
The circles my fingers drew around my clit grew tighter and tighter until my core clenched as the spark of his words lit that tightly wound ball in my belly and it burst into a million colored stars. The heels of my sandals dug into his skin as he slammed into me again and again, and I contracted around him, making him explode along with me.
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Irestedmyheadon Eve’s shoulder as I came back down to earth. Her fingers tangled in my hair as her breath tickled my ear.
“Fuck, Ben.”
I smiled into her shoulder, nipping at her smooth, bronze skin. “Aren’t you glad you broke your‘one and done’rule?”
She breathed out a laugh. “Don’t get too full of yourself, O’Connor. I was promised brunch, and so far, all you’ve given me is a mimosa that I brought the ingredients for.”
“And a couple of earth-shattering orgasms. Are we not counting those?” I asked, latching onto her neck and sucking a light mark into her skin.
A quiet moan escaped her lips before she pressed her hands against my chest, lightly pushing me away. “Tell me where the omelet ingredients are. I’m starving.”
She moved to get off the counter, but I gripped her waist, holding her in place. “Don’t move,” I said.
