Bennett
* Somewhere at a time when Annabelle and Archer are separated, Archer is finally sorting his shit and Jake and Aubrey have yet to fuck *
“Harder,” she begs, arching her back farther, allowing me deeper access.
“Yeah?” I grunt out, the skin of my thigh muscles connecting with the back of hers in a loud slap of skin.
“Yeah,” she groans out, her head flying back on a sharp cry as I slam into her with greater intensity. It feels fucking amazing, the euphoria activating every nerve in my body. Her body is soft and pliant; bent slightly at the waist, dress pushed up over her hips, ass on display. Her arms are braced against the wall, helping to keep her upright.
We're in the darkened storage closest of The Coffee House, unpacked boxes of books brace both my feet, and build into a solid tower above me. Our bodies barely fit with everything packed inside but I have enough room to push myself in and out of her body and that's all I need.
Warm and wet silk glosses over my cock on every pull and push as I thrust into her. “Faster, Bennett. Fuck me,” she begs and my balls draw up in readiness to spill at her quiet desperation.
Fuck! She's amazing.
My legs ache with the energy I use to pound into her but I'm not the only one working for it, she pushes back just as hard as I thrust forward. In perfect rhythm, completely in sync. We’re virtually strangers, but our bodies seem to read the other effortlessly like they're well acquainted. I knead her ass with my large palm, feeling the soft, supple skin move with my hand. I bring my hand down hard on the olive skin of her backside and groan out loud at the handprint that marks the spot. She screams out in a mixture of shock and pleasure and her pussy soaks me further at the action.
How can I ever fuck anyone else after this? She's perfect. I'm ruined. Officially. No one could never compare. Not to this. Not to her.
Skating an arm up her back, I brace a hand over her shoulder and use the strength in my arm to pull her back harder onto my length. “Yes,” she breathes out on a gasp, finding satisfaction in the way I handle her body. Angling it, positioning it, working it to my advantage. And to hers, if the way she clenches around me is any indication.
“Feel good?” I grit through clenched teeth, warding off my release, waiting for her.
“Yes,” she stutters out, her walls starting to contract around me, readying for her orgasm. “Again,” she pleads and my brow furrows slightly at her request. “My ass,” she clarifies as though she can see my facial expression and the smile that breaks my face would be nothing short of feral.
Like I said, ruined.
My palm comes down on her ass cheek once again, slightly higher, not to connect with the same spot and her movements falter as she cries out. Her back curves painfully, driving her ass into my groin as her breath skips a beat and I know she's about to explode. The hand holding her shoulder moves upward, over her mouth as she screams out her release. My name echoes along my palm just before she bites down; her teeth connecting to my skin is my undoing. My movements turn desperate as I slam into her, surrendering to the overwhelming need to come. I bite my bottom lip as I break, stopping the roar wanting to tear from my throat. I collapse on top of her body, an arm wrapped around her waist to keep us upright. She lets her body fall against the wall, taking mine with her. Her entire body vibrates with her labored and shallow breathing. We're covered in sweat and I can feel her heart beat through her spine and into my chest. My own heart replicates the rhythm; constant and loud in my body.
After a few undisturbed breaths she begins to straighten, and I step back to allow her room, causing me to fall from her body and for her to whimper at the loss. Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes reach mine and the smile she bestows on me is shy and satiated. I can't help it when I lean forward and claim her mouth. Without a beat of hesitation, she turns in my arms, opening to allow my tongue access. I kiss her wet, deep and desperate. Exactly as we fucked and she returns it with enthusiasm, little moans escaping from her throat and into mine. My cock twitches, starting to harden against her thigh and she shivers in response. Regretfully though, she pulls away, ducking her head and hiding her eyes as she begins righting her clothes.
“I can feel you falling from my body, on my thighs. It's nice,” she admits softly, and I groan at how hot her small, quiet voice sounds vocalizing that point.
Ruined.
I smile wide but she doesn't see, her face still averted from my gaze. Not that it matters, she'll see it soon enough. Can't see this smile being wiped from my face anytime in the near future. Not after what we just did.
Tucking myself back into my boxers, I pull up my jeans and fix my belt into place. Eyes cast downward, she mumbles that we should head back out and I lean forward to kiss her forehead before turning and opening the door. Scanning the immediate vicinity, I theorize we're alone and hold the door open, allowing her to slip past me. Her exit causes her curves to brush against my body and I'm tempted to pull her back in and do it all over again. Without waiting, she begins a fast-paced walk back into the middle of the shop and I follow a short distance behind. Hopefully it's not glaringly obvious, but I still want to be close enough to smell what we just did on her skin.
Adjusting my clothes as I walk, I hear Willow before I see her. “Darci, there you are. I wondered where you... oh... ah... babes, you've got, ummmm... there's lipstick on your... well, it's kind of smudged,” she says, her words an awkward mix of amused uncertainty and tenderness.
My head lifts upward to meet four sets of prying eyes as I move to stand next to Darci. Glancing at her face, sure enough, red lipstick stains the area surrounding her mouth, discoloring her complexion from our wild kisses. I can't stop the feral smile ripping along my face. Again. But I have the decency to duck my head before lifting back up to look at our friends.
“Ahh. Ben, mate, you gotta little bit’a,” Toby laughs, indicating to my mouth and I wipe along my lips with my hand, pulling it away to see a nice streak of red lipstick transferred onto my skin. My eyes flick to Darci and her eyes are magnified under those hot-as-fucking-sin glasses she wears. Gulping down forcefully she drops her head, and I look up to see them all trying their best to hide their grins. Jake has turned away, body shaking with visible laughter. Toby's eyes bounce between Darci and I like he's watching an epic rally in tennis, teeth on show in his wide grin. Archer's mouth twitches once, twice, before he clears his throat. “Why Bennett, what big teeth you have,” he finally loses the battle, and his wicked smile takes over his face. It's nice to see after these last few years of watching his misery cripple his ability to function. I bark out a laugh at his teasing causing Darci's eyes to dart to mine, and I school my expression, slightly, before winking at her. Her cheeks glow with a deep shade of red, quite complimentary to the red lipstick still staining her face and she chokes on a cough.
“Darci, babe, you okay?” Willow murmurs, sending the boys daggers with her eyes. They have enough manners to drop their eyes, apologetic for their actions. They don't mean any harm. They aren't built that way, I think the turn of events has shocked them, and Darci is all kinds of adorable in her shyness, adding to the impact of the situation.
“Me? Oh yeah. I'm fine,” Darci dismisses, clearly not. “You know I'm pretty beat, I think I'll just, ummm, call it a night,” she stutters and Willow moves toward her slowly, trying not to make her more uncomfortable.
“Darc, babe,” she prompts and Darci closes her eyes in embarrassment.
“Yep. That's right. I'm not actually leaving because I own the place. This is me. In my shop. I actually have to close before I can leave, which means everyone has to go and,” she pushes out a long breath, nudging her glasses up the bridge of her nose when they were already comfortably in place. I want to pull her into my chest and calm her. Whisper in her ear and kiss her forehead to show her she isn't alone and that she has no need to be flustered. That we're both grown adults that have clearly wanted this for a long time coming. But the truth is, Darci unhinged is one of her personality traits. One I actually adore about her and I don't actually think my reassurances would help. So I help the only way I can. Yelling above the loud chatter of the shop, moving to give her the exit she so desperately craves. “All right guys, closing up now. Finish up and head on out so we can all go home.”
Darci’s gaze pauses on my face for a brief second, gratitude clear in her features before she says something about cleaning up and walking away from the group toward her office. I watch her retreat and have an overwhelming urge to follow her, but Willow touches my elbow softly. “Give her a sec, Bennett, she's feeling swamped with doubts right now. She's embarrassed at the reaction these douche-farmers flaunted in her face. Give her some time to pull herself together, eh?”
It makes complete sense, and I nod my head in agreement. The crowd slowly starts to dissipate, and I'm thankful I could at least give her that. “Hey, Ben, we didn't mean anything by all that. Just a little shocked and psyched that it finally happened for you brother,” Toby apologizes, and I wave him off.
“Don't sweat it, it'll work out. She knows us, knows your horribly timed comments are just a sign of your approval,” I say, eyes flicking back toward her office.
“We'll leave you to it, brother,” Archer announces, moving in to grasp my hand and pull me in for a one-armed hug before nodding at Jake as an instruction for them to leave. Jake offers a chin lift before following his brother and I watch them chat easily as they exit Darci's store. They've come a long way over the past few months and I'm grateful for Jake. Archer has been one of my closest friends since school days and watching him self-destruct for so long was difficult to stomach. Toby and I were out of our depths at trying to find the right way to help him. Shit, even Annabelle couldn't pull him back from his abyss of torment and if she didn't know how, what the fuck kinda help would Toby and I be? So we gave him what we could. Our loyalty. No matter how much he fucked up, we stood at his side offering our support. He didn't want it, that was clear, thought he was undeserving of everything in life, but he never vocalized his dislike of us surrounding him. Which for me, showed the strength in his mind, never actually taking that final step of complete surrender into nothing. Jake was who changed it, who finally made him see the life he had created for himself. Admittedly, it took a fist fight and Jake's face being decorated a few shades of purple and blue to get him there but who cares about the path as long as you get there, right?
“Good to see, yeah?” Toby moves in closer, indicating to Archer and Jake's departure and I nod in agreeance, smiling at his observation. “Catch you soon.” He taps his fist against my own and swings an arm over Willow's shoulder pulling her in close. Willow offers a small wave before curling into his side and walking in the same direction of the others.
I watch their exit and notice the rest of the place is deserted, the room cast in silence. Moving around the space, I tidy the obvious: removing trash, straightening chairs, collecting glasses and stacking them in the small dishwasher housed in the prep area. I struggle to come up with anything to say to her. Do I tell her I want this? Regularly? Would she accept it or shut me down? Her actions are so contradictory; she'll shy away from looking me in the eye when she greets me but begs me to fuck her harder. Pleads for me to slap her ass while I have her bent at the waist hammering inside of her. But embarrassment shades her cheeks if I smile or wink at her. I'm completely lost as to how to make my approach. If I'm honest with myself, I don't really know her. I mean, she's been around for years, always sending me approving and needy eyes, albeit timid as all fuck, but she's never stationary enough for me to connect with her on a personal level. Fucking now aside of course. An issue I plan on rectifying. I'll approach it the way she wants me to but whether she wants to admit it or not, Darci Walker and I are gonna be the best of friends. Friends who I hope with every morsel within my body and soul, continue to fuck. Because, holy shit... ruined.
Reaching her office, I lean against the doorframe and watch her complete a few tasks, finalizing her routine for the evening. Her posture is strong, not to be mistaken for rigid. Her movements are fluid as she shifts and moves around her workspace, but her back remains straight, shoulders kept square to support her body. The black work dress compliments her curves, capped sleeves and diagonal cut across her chest. It showcases no cleavage but sits tightly against her generous sized tits. The bottom half of her body is lost underneath her desk, but I know her dress sits just above her knee, her feet encased in a red pump. Her makeup is minimal, unnecessary on her perfect complexion, her olive skin dusted with a small cluster of freckles across her upper cheekbones. Lips reapplied with red lipstick, the bottom lip her fullest, providing a soft cushioning for the top lip. Her short black hair concaved around her face, her look finished with a wide-rimmed pair of glasses that frame her almond-shaped eyes.
“You look pretty,” I tell her and her eyes shoot up from whatever she was focused on, completely caught up that she didn’t notice my presence.
“I didn’t realize you were still here,” she says quietly, massaging the side of her neck.
“Everyone’s gone,” I inform her, straightening and moving into the space of her office. Her amber colored eyes widen at my advance and her bright colored lips part as she whispers oh.
Dropping down into a large armchair in her office, I brace my elbows and knees and smile over at her. She swallows noticeably, clearly unsure of how to act. “I had fun tonight, Lady Paradox,” I drawl, my voice dripping with suggestive need.
Her mouth flexes into a tight smile as her hands fidget around her desk, shuffling papers, straightening pens as she fumbles across her words. “Yeah… it, ummm. It was good music, nice catching up with everyone.”
“Darc,” I press, waiting until her eyes meet mine. “Wasn’t referring to any of that.”
Instantly her neck flushes with a pink dust of color, and she laughs nervously as the shade creeps onto her cheekbones. It’s fucking adorable and I want to brush my thumb along it, feel its warmth and watch it darken at my touch. Her inability to push her nerves away when I’m around is captivating. It intensifies my attraction because she's one hundred percent real, unable to hide who she is. She’s sweet and honest, completely loyal to her friends and her demure personality has me perfectly hooked. Then I finally get to fuck her and she was unleashed. Absolutely fucking free and I want her more than I can even begin to comprehend. I love the entire package. The shy but liberated woman is enticing as all fuck and I want in. Uninhibited access whenever I want. I want to own her. Make her clumsy and rattled at my presence, knowing she feels enough to make her a little dazed and confused when I’m around. I want the unhinged version behind the scenes as well. To be able to take her and be given full access to her body, her mind, her needs, wants and desires. Shit, I want it all, wrapped up in the beautiful curvy, olive-skin creature sitting in front of me.
“Bennett,” she starts, palms flat on her desk, supporting the tension now visible in her body. I take in her posture, completely defensive as she fights for control over a situation she feels lost in. I feel like a dick. I guess that gives me an understanding of how to approach her. I came on too strong. Of course I did. She could barely look at me after our friends caught us, and then I come in here and throw it in her face again. “I, that wasn’t, I just,” she pushes out a soft breath, trying to gather herself and find her words.
“Darc, it’s cool. You’re a bit overwhelmed by it all and I’ve come on a little strong right now. I get it. Let me walk you to your car and say goodnight, knowing we both enjoyed ourselves, yeah?” I soothe, and her shoulders deflate in relief.
“You don’t have to do that, I –” she brushes me off but I shake my head.
“I know I don’t have to, I want to,” I share, and she smiles her appreciation at me, her face warm with gratitude.
“Okay. Ummm… just give me a minute and I’ll be good to go,” she advises me, and I offer her a wink before settling in and waiting for her to finish.
She thanks me shyly as we make it to her car and I lean down to drop a kiss on her forehead. Her eyes close in comfort at the gesture and as much as I regret to, I force myself to pull away. Smiling wide at her, I offer her a quick wink before stepping back. “I had a whole lotta fun tonight, Red Riding Hood. Let’s do it again soon.”
I’m halfway down the street before I hear her car door close and I smile to myself that she watched my retreat. I decide in that moment to approach this situation as a hunter would its prey. Slowly, methodically, biding my time until I can secure my kill. Until I’m certain I have it locked down and I’ll come out with the prize. For now, I’ll enjoy the chase, the game of cat and mouse Darci doesn’t realize she’s started.