Strangers with Benefits (Siren Publishing Classic) (9 page)

When he rubbed his fingers over her slick clit, she gasped and woke.

“Oh, yeah.” Her face turned and then he was greeted with the sight of her smiling face. The makeup she’d worn the night before was gone, and in its place was the woman he remembered from that Saturday night a week ago.

She lifted her head and her lips met his. It was the first time he’d kissed a one night stand. Usually that was an intimacy he saved for a woman that he saw as his. But in a way, she was his. If for no other reason than he was the one lucky enough to open her up to the possibilities within her sexuality.

Her kiss was not that of the sexually untutored woman he had enjoyed so thoroughly overnight, but that of a courtesan trained to make men weak.

She kissed the way a man dreamed of being savored. It was unusually aggressive, almost the way he would taste a woman he considered his own, but with a uniquely feminine element that he couldn’t ever replicate.

Damn. Her kisses made his dick harder than any blow job he had ever had.

And the moment she teased her tongue with his, he came.

Just that fast.

He sucked her lip in between his even as he pulled his flaccid cock from her well worked slit.

When she reciprocated with a nip of her own, he felt himself harden again. The last time Den could recall erections this effortless, he was a green teenager with more hormones than good sense.

He pulled away from her and she voiced her displeasure with a whimper.

“Hold on.” He shucked the used rubber into a tissue in the box on her nightstand.

Once he tossed it into the bin, he grabbed the other and rolled it on and was back atop her in mere seconds.

“Already?”

“Yeah. Got a problem with that?”

“No, Den, I don’t.”

“Good, because customer service is closed.”

She laughed, the movement was enough to start the luscious bump and grind of their hips and a mirthful greeting of lips that left them kissing one another’s stupid grins. She beamed so happily that he could feel her teeth.

“Stop smiling.” He growled.

“No way, Jose. This is the best night of my life.”

Den stopped, taken aback for a minute. “Jose? Who is this Jose?”

“You…” She poked his chest with a finger. “Dummy.”

“Can a dummy do this?” He grabbed a leg and crossed it over his chest, but forced her hips to open awkwardly to his advances.

“No…”

“Then I need a little respect, lady.”

“Yes… Sir.” She purred, underneath him.

“That’s more like it.” He dug deep with a little wind and grind against her on each down stroke.

She was a tight thing when it came down to it and he was just as close as he was when he came the last time. Seemed like she had brought out more than one tendency of his youth. He had the quickest recovery time to date, but the counter point was how quick he wanted to erupt.

It had been years since he wasn’t able to hold out for fifteen minutes.

Damn.

This was definitely going to last more than one night.

He needed a week straight just to get his recovery time back.

And he probably needed another lifetime to get his mind right.

He knew that if he wanted to last more than five minutes, he was going to need to change positions. Den pulled backward and Sidonie tried to follow, but he wasn’t having that at the moment. He flipped her over and fell back atop her hips. A second later, he seated his cock back inside of her.

He was so certain that another angle would help, but it wasn’t this one.

Her thick hips were a rounded mound of flesh that only made his cock harder than he’d been to begin with. But he tried.

God knows he had.

He closed his eyes as he was a visual creature, but that only served to make the other senses stronger. Den could hear every moan and groan that burst from her throat. He could hear her choppy breathing, a rasp of air that sounded hoarsely inhaled.

He could hear her unspoken pleas for more.

It was in the way she canted her hips at him, the angle felt beseeching as if her body abased itself in the hopes he would pillage her dumb, deaf, blind, and as stupid as the dummy she called him moments before.

“You want a good fucking?”

Her reply was almost immediate. “Yes!”

“Be my cheerleader.”

“Den, Den, he’s my man! If he can’t do it, no one can!” she cried out.

Den stilled after a moment as he couldn’t stop laughing.

“Stop laughing at me.” She sounded offended, but her body said she was needy and greedy, a combination he had no way to resist.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d take it like that,” he muttered.

“How else was I supposed to take it? You said and I quote,
be my cheerleader
. I cheered.”

“When you put it that way? I suppose.” He let go of her hips and slid his hands up her curves, around the flare of her belly, into the dip at the waist, skimmed over the delight of her large breasts and over the ticklish pit of her arm, until he reached her wrists. His chin propped atop her shoulder and he planted his mouth next to her ear.

Once his fingers met hers, he interlocked the digits and rippled his member into her. “It goes like this.” He gripped her hand until their hands formed a knot of conjoined fists. “I fuck you and I want you to let me know how good it is when I do it.”

She quivered around him, a ripple of cunt that spoke every word she hadn’t yet.

But he wanted to hear it just the same as he felt it.

“Okay.” Sidonie shivered under him. “You feel so good.”

“Better, but I know that this”—he rocked in and out, a sweet tug on his cock from her protesting cunt a taste of heaven—”is much, much better than that. Try again.”

“Uhh, I don’t know
what
to say.” Her skin flushed and he assumed it was due to a toss-up between arousal and embarrassment.

“Then let me teach you.”

“Mmm, ’kay.”

“Your cunt drives me crazy.” He kissed her ear and she clenched on him wetly.

“Yeah?” She sounded curious. Fuck, he loved curious.

“Oh, yeah. I could fuck you into next week.”

“I wish you could.” She moaned.

“Believe me, I do, too. You, me, and nothing between us but sweat.”

Her hands gripped the sheet tightly, and he watched as the wad of cotton mangled and snapped clean off the head of the mattress.

“You want it, don’t you?”

“Yes, plea-ase!”

“Ask me for it.”

“Den, baby… please fuck me. Deeper, harder.” Her face tipped into the bedding.

“That’s what I’m talking about.”

He loved a good cheerleader and he dragged his knees up for more leverage. Den pummeled her cunt, one punt after the next, until her head tipped backward.

She let out a long, low cry that sounded nearly painful, but the heated rush of juices that exploded around him only served to make him want to hear it again.

Sidonie squealed. “Ohgodicanttakeit!”

“You already did, a few times at that.” He chuckled. She was a fun fuck, and he was sorely in need of one.

Her legs tensed and he could feel her toes dig into the mattress for a secure purchase that he wasn’t going to allow her.

He slid each leg down the bed next to hers until the tops of his feet nestled the bottom of hers.

Her toes curled and she keened into the air. Her body whipped against his and she bit the tufted blanket under her face.

Despite the barrier, he heard everything.

Every single sobbing, pleading, gasping cry that left her throat was only muted by the quilt.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. Tell me how good this cock makes you feel.”

She ripped her head up and panted. “Shit. You fuck like a beast.”

That statement was the equivalent of gasoline on campfire to his ego, fuel that he needed like a hole in the head.

The student was trying to outsmart the teacher. But she was good at it. “Fuck like a beast, huh?”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded with the muscle control of a bobble headed newborn baby.

“I like that.” She still shuddered in after shock and he didn’t have anything left in him to hold back with. “I’m gonna come.”

“Let me taste it.” Her plea was heartfelt.
Damn!

“Too close.” He exploded in a vicious burst that stripped his balls dry.

Den rolled sideways and took her with him. He barely had the chance to look out of the window and realize the sun was up before he was asleep. Again.

Den heard the phone ring and he stuck his hand out and slapped the bedside table trying to find it. But when he turned up empty, he looked around and realized he wasn’t in his bed. Sidonie leaned over and grabbed the small cordless from the base.

“Hello.” She was hoarse and it was his fault.

That was a turn on like no other.

He couldn’t hear the conversation from the other end, but based on her shocked expression, whatever the other person had to say, it wasn’t good.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

More of the nothing from before and then she jumped out of bed with a surprising amount of energy. Maybe he needed to fuck her one more time and take some of the pep out of her step.

“Okay. I’ll be downstairs.” She hung up the phone and sat it on the dresser.

She began grabbing his clothes off of the floor and tossed them at him.

“Get dressed.”

“What?” Dang, that smarted. No one had ever outright kicked him out the morning after.

“The kids are on their way home. You have to go! Right now.”

She seemed nearly frantic and no sooner than he emerged from the sheets, did she begin to strip the bed.

He slid his jeans over his hips sans boxers as she didn’t give him those, and apparently he didn’t have the time to look for them, either. But as the pants cleared his thighs, she stopped her hustle over the snarled bedding. The heat in her eyes mollified him somewhat and he grinned at her.

“Okay, I’ll go. Give me your number first.”

She looked askance at him. “Don’t you already have it?”

“I could get it. But I want you to give it to me.”

He wondered if she was a cheater. Maybe he had gotten her wrong and she had a husband or boyfriend that she didn’t want to catch her.

When she handed him the slip of paper, he walked out anyway and sat in his truck. He lied and told himself it was to take the time to check his messages. That lie was exposed when he saw Sidonie come downstairs into the lobby entrance, in a sweat suit with a clean face and a nasty, well fucked walk that made him mad he had to leave so soon.

His patience was rewarded as within a few minutes a vehicle pulled in front of the door and two teens jumped out of a black SUV.

They ran to her and she hugged them as if she were nothing more than a perfect mother.

He knew the truth though. That she was a mother who, until he had gotten his hands on her, might as well be a virgin. She made this little face every time she came that he could only describe as delighted surprise.

Den wanted to see that expression again and again.

The driver got out and popped open the trunk, where two bags emerged that the man carried to the door. Sidonie smiled and nodded, but he had no idea what the conversation was about. Den’s fists clenched and he didn’t want to be wrong about her.

But the man walked away and got back into the SUV, so his heart slowed back to normal again. After another look, the man in the SUV wasn’t alone, there was another male with him, and the pair kissed hungrily.

The sight made him extraordinarily curious and he wondered what the real story was behind what he had just seen.

That night, he called her for no good reason. He just wanted to hear her voice.

The conversation was simple, stilted, and awkward.

At first.

But it was mostly because they had questions that neither of them should bother with asking. Not for something as simple as what this was supposed to be.

“Tell me what you want,” he asked as a way to ease into the discussion.

“What do you mean?”

He wanted to know everything. But the safest topic was the only ground he had already stood on. “Sex. It seems like you are the kind of woman that knows herself. What do you want from sex with me? What do you crave?”

She sighed and didn’t respond for long moments. “I assumed this was one night?”

“I don’t recall a conversation of that variety.”

“It was implied…” She hesitated, and he knew she tried to figure out what to say. “I don’t know. I’ve never really had the chance to think about it.” He could hear the lie for what it was. She had fantasies, but she was either ashamed of them, or she wasn’t sure how to say it.