I brushed his fingers to the side when the belt was undone before I unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. A dark trail of hair traveled down from his belly button, disappearing behind a pair of black underwear. I tugged his jeans down and stared at the bulge behind the cotton. The tip of his cock was trapped behind the elastic waistband of his underwear. I wanted to rub my palm over it, but he bent down to strip his jeans and socks off before I could follow through on the thought.
When he straightened, my hands went to his waist and I pulled the boxer briefs down. His dick was thick and hard, pointed upward toward his belly. I couldn't resist touching any longer and I curled my fingers around him. His skin was so soft but solid beneath. The muscles in my belly and between my legs tightened in anticipation.
Ben's hand covered mine before I could stroke him. "Scoot back onto the bed," he said, his voice low and rough.
I never thought I would like it if a man told me what to do in the bedroom, but I followed his order without argument. To my surprise, it was turning me on even more.
Once I settled against the headboard, Ben climbed up onto the bed and prowled toward me. Damn, I'd never had a hot, naked guy crawling for me before, but I definitely wanted it to happen again in my life. More than once or twice. At least ten or twenty might do. Or more.
Ben stopped in front of me and I leaned forward to kiss him again, pulling away before it could get too deep.
"You sit here," I said, gesturing to where I was seated.
He gave me a look, but traded places with me, putting his back against the headboard. I straddled his lap and inhaled sharply when Ben grasped my hips and pulled me forward until the juncture of my thighs met his dick.
"Better?" he asked, putting his lips on my throat.
I let my head fall back so he could nip and lick my neck. "Yes." My hips rocked against his hard length, seeking more friction.
My entire body throbbed as his hands moved from my hips to cup my breasts. He lifted them and took my nipples in his mouth one at a time, sucking hard.
"How sensitive are your nipples?" he asked, rubbing his face against the inner curve of my breast. The rasp of his stubble made me shudder.
"What?" I had no idea what he'd just asked me because my brain was completely fogged with lust.
His forefinger and thumb closed around my left nipple and tugged lightly. "Do you like that?"
I nodded, panting.
"Want it harder?"
I'd never had my nipples pinched like this before, but I was willing to give it a shot. I nodded again.
He squeezed a little tighter and the pleasure was tinged with a bite of pain. Somehow, it felt even better than before.
"More," I whispered, unable to say anything else.
Ben smiled and it was pure sin. He put more pressure on my nipple and I gasped, bucking against him. He released it and closed his lips around my abused areola and suckled.
I moaned, unable to decide if I loved it or it was pure torture.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me now," he muttered against my skin.
I didn't tell him that if he did that again I'd probably come, mostly because I had a feeling that he would do it again and again until I was begging him to stop. That smile when I asked for more told me all I needed to know about the way his mind worked.
His hand moved down my torso until his thumb brushed my clit. Hooded hazel eyes watched me intently as he stroked me.
Well, two could play that game. I shifted back and reached between us, wrapping my hand around his dick. I stared down as I stroked him, unable to take my eyes off the sight. He grew harder in my hand and I licked my lips. Blowjobs weren't usually my favorite thing, but I loved the way his body responded to me and I was suddenly dying to know how far I could push him before he exploded.
"Fuck me, that's hot," Ben said.
I looked up and met his eyes.
"You want my dick in your mouth, Sierra?"
I nodded again, unable to form actual words.
His hand closed over mine, removing it from his cock and pulling me closer. When my face was