“What the fuck, Bennett?” I growl. “Stalking me now?” I huff, turning in the direction of the trail, through the cluster of trees. It leads to an exit on the other side, right to the main road. Perfect.
“Me?” he mutters. “Pretty sure it was you who was sitting there watching me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” I snort. “I was just sitting and drinking. It’s a free world, asshole.” How I wish that were true.
“With your eyes on me,” he points out.
“What are you even doing here?” I snap, spinning around to face him. My sudden stop catches him off guard, and he nearly bumps into me.
The moonlight is bright enough to light up most of the space around us, illuminating the confused expression on his face, like he’s not even sure why he’s here. “I wanted to check on you.”
“Why the hell would you do that?”
“I don’t know,” he mutters back. “Clearly, it was a stupid idea.”
I snort, shaking my head, the alcohol in me making my lips a little more loose then they have any right to be. I’m not sure what I’m about to say, or do, but I know when my head is clear tomorrow, I’m going to regret it. “You're obsessed with me, aren't you, Bennett?” Still doesn't stop me from opening my big mouth.
“Fuck you. You're the one obsessed with me.”
“Yeah?” I grin, stepping forward, causing him to take a step back. “Pretty sure it was your eyes on me as another man sucked your cock.”
“You were the one watching,” he says in a low voice.
“You could have looked away, you could have closed your eyes. But when you came down his throat, your eyes were locked on mine. Why was that, Bennett? Were you wishing it was me on my knees?” I chuckle darkly, watching the way his throat bobs as he swallows hard. It nearly has me groaning in satisfaction that I’m getting to him, that I’m right. My cock twitches behind my jeans at the sight.
“You were, weren't you?” I grin. “And the day in the shower, as I was stroking my cock? You liked it. I bet you went back to the room and jerked off to the thought of it.”
“Fuck you,” he mutters, taking another step back, and another, as I continue to advance on him.
My chest heaves as a fucked up thrill runs through me. I’m getting to Bennett, I can see it in his eyes.
“Did you wish it was my hand wrapped around your cock? When you came hard, spraying your chest with your release, did you wish it was me that was making you cum?” I lick my lips, and my heart thunders in my chest, my cock harder than stone now. “How about when I was the one cumming? Did you wish it was by your hand, your mouth...”
He bumps into the tree behind him, letting out a grunt. I close the space between us. We’re equal height, but this angle puts me at an advantage, making me just tall enough to loom over him.
His chest rises and falls with quick breaths, lips parting in surprise, eyes bright and dilated with arousal.
I’ve never been so fucking hard in my life than I am right now. I have Bennett Tatum trapped, at my fucking mercy. I could probably do anything I wanted with him right now with the way his eyes are fucking begging for it.
The thought makes something snap inside me.
Leaning down, I bring my lips right to his ear. “Or do you wish it was your tight, slutty ass that I was balls deep in, cock pulsing inside, filling you with my release?"
The whimper of pure need that leaves his lips is my undoing. I groan, eyes fluttering closed as I roll my hips, rocking my erection against his equally hard cock.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” I groan. “You want me. You want my cock. You want to be used, to be fucked?”
“Easton.” His reply is a breathy whisper, a fucking plea. For what, I don’t know. But I want to find out.
Reaching between us, I grab the bulge in his jeans and give it a squeeze. “Look how fucking hard you are for me, Bennett,” I growl. Bennett moans, thrusting forward, seeking more.
I chuckle darkly. “Such a needy little slut aren't you? I bet you’d let me take you right here, wouldn’t you?” I move away, grab his shoulders, turn his back to me, and shove him up against the tree. He goes with a gasp, grunting when his front hits the tree. “Tell me, Bennett, would you let me pull your pants down, bend you over, and fuck your tight ass like a needy little whore?”
I have no fucking clue where any of this is coming from. The bravado and confidence, like I wasn’t a fucking virgin.
Yet, I keep going, this bold rush of power fueling my every word, my every action. I don’t think, just feel, letting it take control.
Bennett lets out a choked moan, and a wave of pleasure rushes through me.
