Bentley (Hawthorne Brothers Book One)(8)

He pulled off his unbuttoned shirt and tossed it on the ground as I got my first good look at him. Tanned, tattooed, and muscular—he was everything that I knew he’d be and more. His bulge, hulking and sort of intimidating, was pushing the fabric on his pants so far that I knew they’d stretch. How does a man even keep something like that tamed? I had a feeling I was about to try to tame it myself.

I stood up and went to him before he grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up and over my head. Standing there in a black bra and lace panties, I could feel myself getting wet through them as his hands canvassed my body and rested on my ass. He slapped it, not too hard, and licked my earlobe as my hands ran down his sides. They slithered down further, letting him know where I was headed without foolishly going there right away. I needed to have some mystery and tease him a little. That was a given.

He reached behind me and unclasped my bra as the straps became loose and I pushed myself against him, keeping it still on me. I reached down, feeling his dick through his boxer briefs, as I noticed him squirm. He gently grabbed the straps of my bra and pulled them forward before moving back just enough for it to drop to the ground. He reached up, grabbing my breasts, twisting my nipples just barely, before leaning down and beginning to suck on them.

With my hand traipsing up and down his covered shaft, I felt him stiffen even more, which I didn’t think was possible. I bit my lower lip, looking down to see his tongue, the same one I’d just tasted, swirling around my nipples as his left hand gripped my ass firmly.

Not wanting to wait any longer, feeling like enough teasing had been done, I grabbed the elastic waistband of his briefs and slowly pulled them down as I backed up and waited to see what I was about to have. His cock kept going before I pulled down just enough for it to spring out and greet me. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me, before I gripped his shaft and began to tug. With his balls hanging over the forgotten waistband, he pulled his briefs down all the way and kicked them off to the side before I sat down on a chest at the foot of the bed.

He came a little closer, my hand still on him, as I looked at it from all angles and tried to measure its length. It was by far the biggest one I’d been with, but I knew I could take it—at least some of it, anyway. With him waiting, I opened my mouth, building up some spit, before I guided him in and felt his shaft slide against my wet tongue. With my spit starting to drip down him, I grabbed him with my hand and used my spit as lube to stroke him as he wrapped my hair around his hands and held it out of the way for me.

“Look up,” he said as I blew him.

I obliged, looking him in the eyes, as I could tell it turned him on to no end. I’m not sure if it was because of me or just having a girl sucking his cock like this, but it seemed to be working.

He reached down, grabbing my bare breasts, before twisting my nipples and thrusting just barely. With my mouth and jaw beginning to get sore, I pulled him out, gasping for air, as a trail of spit connected my lips to his head.

He pulled me up before I went back down on the bed. He was there, pulling off my panties, before tossing them aside and spreading apart my legs. Just when I was ready for him, he called an audible and did to me what I’d done to him.

He got on his knees, my ass on the edge of the bed, before he shocked me and began to eat me out. Nobody had done it in so long that I’d forgotten just how amazingly good it felt to have a warm, wet tongue flickering against a swollen and growing clit.

I moaned as he inserted one of his fingers slowly into me and made me squirm. My eyes, rolling back a little into my head, had trouble keeping open as I tried to bend my neck forward to watch him down there just like he’d watched me. It was too much, the pleasure resonating through my body, as my abs tensed up and I grabbed my tits in excitement.

He moved his lips in a sucking motion before I slammed my hands down on the covers and gripped them, twisting them around and holding my breath. He stopped and I gasped for air before I looked down, my face likely as red as a beet, as he looked back up at me and smiled.

He stood up, opening his nightstand drawer, before pulling out a gold foil wrapper and tearing it open. He pulled out the condom, rolling it down over his dick, before closing the drawer and coming back to me.

He rubbed his shaft along me as I lubed him up more than any bottle could. I bit my lower lip as I watched him grab his shaft and guide it towards me as I waited in anticipation. I could feel his cock push against me as it slowly entered inside and I opened my mouth in pleasure and pain.

“Fuck!” I yelled out as his head came in.

“I’ll go slow,” he replied.

He went slow, getting me acclimated to it, as something this big couldn’t just be taken in an instant. With my abs relaxing, he went in further, each and every thrust helping me more and more. I put my head back on the mattress, his speed beginning to pick up, as I closed my eyes and let out a moan every time he pushed inside me.

He was so big, his girth like a beer bottle inside me, but I soon adjusted, and what once was shocking and a little painful became more pleasurable than even my strongest vibrator.

He leaned forward, my legs wrapped around him, as he put his palm on my stomach and used his thumb to rub my clit. With his foot up on the side of the bed, I got up on my elbows, looking at him face to face, and tasted him once again as our lips met. There was nothing sexier to me than kissing during sex, and as his balls slapped against my asshole, I knew that things couldn’t get any better.

Just as soon as I’d thought that, he pulled out, making me think that it was all over. I was wrong—dead wrong. He told me that he wanted to fuck me from behind. I got on my knees, having done doggy before, but he said that wasn’t exactly what he meant as he guided me off the bed. Looking at him, he turned me around before I bent over the mattress, my feet still firmly on the ground, and I felt him come up from behind.

His cock slowly entered me, already having stretched me out a little, and I felt my ass jiggle with each and every thrust. I winced a little, his entire cock inside me, before he leaned forward and started to kiss my neck once again. I smiled, my eyes closed, as his fingers swirled around my moving hair and held it still for me.

Curling my toes, I heard his breathing become bated, as I knew that he was almost finished. I wasn’t sure I was ready for it, not wanting this night and experience to end, but before I knew it, it was happening.

“I’m going to cum,” he said softly.

“Do it for me,” I said, not wanting to hold him back.

He moaned, his thrusting slowing down, before stopping completely as I felt his cock pump his hot load into the condom. My nipples hardened, not having felt this in so long, before he slowly pulled out and I felt all of him escape me. Still leaning over the bed, I regained myself and had enough strength to get back onto my feet as I looked at him taking off his condom. This wasn’t going to be the end of this. I needed him.

•••

As I opened my eyes the next morning I looked around and panicked for a second. Where was I? How did I get here? Was I dreaming? This sort of stuff plagued me as a child when I’d sleep over at a friend’s house, because somewhere between when I went to sleep and when I woke up I forgot for a few seconds that I was safe and where I was supposed to be. That followed me into adulthood, and into this moment.

I looked around for a second before I saw Bentley next to me, turned on his side, his shirt off and his back to me. I took in a deep breath, realizing that I was in his room, as I looked down to see my naked body under the covers below. Did we…have sex? Well, I guess I knew the answer to that question, I even remembered it, but I guess I was just a little surprised. Did the wine at dinner have that much of an effect on me to make me lose most of my inhibitions and do this with him? Not that I regretted it, not at all, but I guess I did sort of want things to go a bit slower. I guess that hope had gone straight out the window, though.

I’d never had a one-night stand like this before, and quite honestly I knew nothing about the etiquette. Maggie and Nina wouldn’t be up this early, and as he slept, I wondered if I should get dressed and leave. Maybe he was expecting me to.

Just as I was about to get out of bed, he shifted, facing me, as his eyes began to slowly open.

“Good morning,” he said, his voice deep and a little raspy.

“Good morning. How did you sleep?” I asked.

“I slept well. Much better than usual, but I think that’s to be expected,” he said.

“How come?” I asked.

“Because you’re here,” he replied.

I must admit that made me feel pretty good, and I was sure to show it with my expression. He must not have wanted me to leave as well, at least not yet, as he didn’t show any sign of it. Maybe I got off better than I’d hoped.

“I was actually wondering if you wanted me to, you know, leave or something,” I said.

“Do you want to?” he asked.

“No, not really,” I said.

“Then why would you want to or think to?” he asked.

“I didn’t know what you wanted. We did have sex on the first date. Maybe you thought it was a one-night stand or something,” I said.

“I don’t want it to be. Do you?” he asked.

“No,” I replied.