Outside the Lines(52)

And he doesn’t fucking stop.

He moves his head between my legs, kissing the inside of my thighs before taking me in his mouth. Then his tongue lashes out and in just seconds, I’m welcoming my second orgasm.

He moves back up on the bed, holding me close. I get a moment to recover—and I need it—as he rubs my arms and shoulders. I’m starting to majorly relax when he trails his hand down between my legs again.

I moan and roll onto my back, giving him access. He’s hard again, and wastes no time getting on top of me. The tip of his dick rubs against my clit, sending me over the edge again. I lift my hips and he slides into me.

He lets out a moan and I realize he doesn’t have a condom on. Part of me doesn’t care and doesn’t want him to stop. His dick has been in my mouth multiple times; I’m just as likely to get an STD from him by sucking his cock as I am from him raw dogging it.

I just don’t want to get pregnant. I have messed-up cycles and can go way over a month without bleeding, and never know when I’m going to start until I get crumple-into-bed-with-pain cramps. Then a few hours later Aunt Flo shows up. I haven’t had a period since I’ve met Ben. I should be due for one soon.

But that’s a big risk.

He pushes in as deep as he can and all logic goes out the window. I wrap my legs around him and move my hips along with his, needing this now. I come for the third time, clinging to him as my body goes haywire. He bites down at my neck, lets out a breath, and pulls out as he climaxes, coming onto my thigh. He pushes himself against me, trying to get some sensation out of it.

He relaxes against me, his weight crushing, and buries his head in the cleavage that’s popping out of the tight leather corset.

“That was nice,” I say and run my hands down his arms. “And by nice I mean fucking amazing.”

Ben’s still panting. He rises his head and kisses me. “You’re fucking amazing.”

My heart swells and I feel myself inching closer and closer to the edge. No. I’m not falling for him. Not now. Not yet. I can’t when there is so much up in the air, so much unknown.

“Want me to get you a towel or something?” he asks.

“Nah, it’s already dripping down my leg onto the skirt. That’ll work well enough.” I use the material to wipe up my thigh.

Ben makes a face. “Sorry?”

“You should be. So sorry you do me again.”

He rolls off me, chest rapidly rising and falling. “That can be arranged.”

“Actually, you can unlace the corset and call it even.”

“If undressing you is the price I have to pay for fucking you…” He grabs me and pulls me onto him. Our eyes meet and his lips part, like he wants to say something. He kisses me instead and sits us both up. Deft fingers unlace the corset and I got into the bathroom to undress and run a damp washcloth over my sticky skin.

I want to bring up the “since we’ve been together” thing but I’m not sure how to do it. I don’t want to insult him if we have been together in his eyes. It’s not like I’m seeing anyone else, or have any intentions to.

Why can’t we go back to the days when we passed a note where you just had to circle yes or no? So simple. Black and white. Unless that fucker adds a “maybe” option to that note.

Ben has his boxers on, and he’s lying on the bed flipping through channels. He’s everything I want and everything I thought I’d never have.

“Hungry?” he asks.

“Not really, but I do have cookies.”

“You like to bake, don’t you?” he asks.

“I do,” I tell him and open the top drawer on my dresser. I pull out panties and a Captain America tank top to wear to bed. I undress in front of him, knowing he’s watching but not feeling self-conscious. “My best friend owns a bakery. She pretty much forced my love of baking from an early age. She’s way better than me, which is good since she owns a bakery and all. Want milk with your cookies?”

“Is there any other way to eat them?”

I smile and leave the room, coming back with chocolate chip cookies and two glasses of milk. I’m surprised to see Ser Pounce sitting on the foot of the bed. He’s not cuddled up with Bed by any means, but he’s blissfully ignoring him. And hey, that’s progress. I snuggle with Ben as we eat and watch another episode of Game of Thrones. Ben says he should leave since we both have work in the morning, but makes no attempt to get up.

I put the dishes aside and we cuddle under the blankets, comfortably tangled together.

“What are you doing for the Fourth of July?” I ask lazily, close to the point of being so tired my logic filter is off. I’m not worried about asking him anymore.