SeducedByTheAntiHero (5 page)

Once he was satisfied that her hands weren’t going anywhere,
he let his fingers skim the edge of her t-shirt, lifting it so he could trace
the skin he found there. Her belly trembled in response to his touch and she
stopped breathing altogether when those talented fingers reached the button on
her jeans.

Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers as
they both watched his fingers, eager to see what he would do next. How far
would he take this? In such a public place?

“I can make you scream, Emma.” His sinfully deep voice
whispered across her skin, the sound so good it had her closing her eyes, willing
him to prove his words.

“Are you wet for me?” His question had her eyes snapping
open to find his. The intensity in his gaze was startling. He gave her a soft
kiss. “Lemme feel,” he murmured against her lips. The low rumble wasn’t exactly
a request.

She felt as if she had stepped into an alternate reality as
soon as he had dragged her behind the curtain. But as he unbuttoned her jeans
and pulled the zipper down, she couldn’t say that this reality sucked.

Warm, calloused fingers invaded her panties and she jerked
her hips into the wall at the first touch of his finger moving through her
slit.

The breath hissed through his teeth on a sharp inhale. “Yeah
you’re wet, Sugar.” He brought his lips to her ear as his finger played with
her, rubbing in gentle circles. “What’s going through your head to make you
soak my hand like this, huh?”

It’s all about you,
she thought, not able to voice
what she was thinking. The blunt way he spoke to her just made speech
impossible.

“Hmm?” he purred. “You thinking about where my hand’s
going?” Slowly, torturously he slid his fingers downward, rimming her opening
once, twice. “You want me to fuck this sweet pussy with my fingers?”

His sexy, unexpectedly dirty words had her creaming even
more and as he spoke, he gently slid two fingers inside her, easily filling her
up. Moaning, she let her head fall back to rest against the wall as he finger-fucked
her nice and slow. Eventually, as her hips began to match his rhythm, his pace
quickened and his thumb came up to rub her clit.

“Oh
God
,” she groaned. She was almost there.
So
close
.

That’s when he stopped.

Her eyes popped open to meet his and when she let out a
frustrated growl he kissed her, and it was rude, wet and open. Almost
distracting her from the fact that he was pulling his fingers free. Then she
growled again but he ignored her.

“Maybe you were thinking about my mouth, though, instead.” His
gaze caught and held hers as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them
into his mouth. “Mmm.” It was his turn to growl. “You taste good, baby.”

He licked his lips, deliberately making a show of his tongue
sliding over the full swell of his bottom lip and she was entranced. His mouth
came back down on hers and she could taste herself when his tongue swept
inside. The way he kissed her, like he owned her, and their mingled flavors had
her body clenching on empty air.

Reaching up, he grabbed fistfuls of her t-shirt and ripped
it down the middle, jerking her body up off the wall with the rough movement
before pushing her back into place. When she could only gape at him, he
shrugged.

“It was getting in my way.” His eyes darkened. “I don’t like
it when things get in my way.”

The casual way in which he stated that probably should have
given her pause. Maybe she shouldn’t be giving into him so easily. Maybe she
should have resisted more. But then, those devilish lips were on her skin and
all warning shots ceased to fire. He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the
column of her throat, stopping to tongue the hollow at the base.

When he dipped lower to flick his tongue over her lace-covered
nipple, instinct had her hands jerking up to sift her fingers through his hair.
That’s when she remembered that her hands were bound at her sides by her
sweatshirt. It lent a feeling of helplessness to this whole encounter. All she
could do was
let
him have his way with her. Just the thought of it had
the dull ache inside her intensifying. It felt like that sensitive bundle of
nerves at the top of her slit was a pulse point.

The feel of him sucking her nipple through the material only
made it worse. His fingers hooked into the part of her bra that covered her
neglected breast and tugged downward. The material lifted her now exposed
breast, putting it on display for him. Those heated amber eyes flashed up to
meet hers as his mouth meandered to her bared nipple. The sensation of his wet
heat surrounding her naked flesh was like a direct current to her core and she
whimpered his name.

He played with her for agonizing minutes, driving her crazy,
before that sinful mouth began to move lower. He nipped at the tender skin of
her belly as he knelt down in front of her and tugged her jeans and panties
down in one swift move. Freeing one of her feet from the material, he lifted
her up until her thighs rested on his shoulders, her back braced against the
wall.

She would have shrieked at him taking her weight like that,
seriously he’d
picked her up
. But he chose that moment to languidly lick
her through the length of her seam. She cried out as that talented tongue
concentrated on her clit, alternating between rapidly flicking it back and
forth and running gentle circles over it.

“Oh my God,” she panted. “
Ben.
”

One of his hands rested on her hip, balancing her weight
between him and the wall. The other dipped between her legs, spreading her
pussy lips open to give his tongue better access. Then she felt his thick
middle finger rubbing at that delicious space right above her opening before he
slowly slid it inside her.

“Don’t come,” he growled against her skin, the vibrations it
caused making it hard for her to obey the command. But then the sensuous
assault of his tongue on her aching nub eased up. His eyes locked with hers. The
lust and menace staring up at her had her breath hitching. “Not until I say you
can.”

Hooking his fingers, he began pumping them in and out of her
cunt in an easy rhythm while his tongue drew languid figure eights over her
flesh. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. What he was doing, coupled
with the fact that she was letting a man she barely knew lick and finger-fuck
her pussy in a public place was getting to her. Beads of sweat dotted her skin
as her whole body began to tremble. Her orgasm, when he finally let her have
it, was going to be explosive and she wondered if she would survive the
experience.

Which was definitely a first.

But every time she thought she was almost there, he’d pull
back, lighten his touch to bring her back from the precipice only to start
building her up again. She was at that point where nothing else existed,
nothing but Ben kneeling in front of her. His fingers, his mouth, and
oh God
his tongue. She no longer cared where she was, or that she didn’t know him that
well, or that this whole situation was beyond bizarre. She just wanted him to
make her come.

“
Please
,” she pleaded on a broken whimper.

“Mmm,” he hummed against her flesh and black spots dotted
her vision with the effort of holding off her impending orgasm. Pulling back
from her ever so slightly, he licked his glistening lips, eyes narrowing to
hooded slits of desire. “Please what?”

What?
She couldn’t think with him looking at her like
that. Then his tongue came out to flick over her swollen clit and she
remembered. She
so
remembered. “Make me come,” she whispered.

He shook his head as his fingers continued to thrust into
her at a maddeningly slow pace. “If you really want something, you ask for it
nicely.” He kissed her sex gently. “Be sweet, baby.”

She was so flustered she wasn’t even sure she was capable of
forming a coherent sentence and he was asking her to be polite about it? But it
was either that or die of spontaneous combustion. So she tried. “Will you…can
I…” His fingers slid into her so slowly she almost screamed. “Please,
please
,
let me come.”

With a low growl, his mouth returned to her skin as his
fingers thrust hard up into her. “Come for me,” he said against her flesh as
his fingers began moving to the exact pace she needed and her breath stopped. Her
orgasm slammed into her, setting off fireworks behind her eyelids as she
detonated around his fingers.

“Uh, fuck
yes
,” she moaned, the pent-up air in her
lungs whooshing out as her hips jerked harder into his mouth and he ate at her
until the tremors stopped. Finally, he let her legs slide down to the floor as
those full lips ran up her stomach and latched onto one of her nipples, sucking
on it and tonguing it like a lollipop. When he repeated the torture on the
other nipple, she could feel her blood start to boil again and she arched her
hips, brushing against the rock-hard erection beneath his jeans.

Hands finding her hips, he lifted her once again so that her
legs wrapped around his waist. Her nipple left his mouth with a soft pop before
his lips came down hard on hers, hips pulsing into her as he devoured her mouth.

When he pulled back he nipped at her kiss-swollen lips. “You
came so good for me, Emma.” His lips brushed against hers. “But I’m still gonna
make you scream.”

Dear God, was it possible that this could get better? Was
that even a real thing?
Guess I’m going to find out
, she thought as his
mouth returned to hers. He reached between their bodies and she heard a zipper
pull down. Before she could fully process the sound, the hot, wet tip of his
cock slid through her slit, kissing her opening.

Pulling back from her mouth, he lifted a hand to cup her
face. He regarded her thoughtfully for a few protracted seconds before
rumbling, “You on the Pill?”

The sole focus of her world had been on the way he felt
sliding against her, how incredible he would feel once he was inside her. But
his words brought her back to reality with a jolt. She’d been on the Pill for a
while to regulate her periods so she nodded. But what about the other reasons
for needing a condom?

As if he could read her mind he said, “I’m clean, you?”

Again she nodded and that was all the encouragement he
needed before he pushed into her, filling her up, stretching her to accommodate
his thick cock. The sheer amount of time between the last time she’d done this
and now made her tight, and he was a big boy. It was a snug fit and as her
muscles clenched around him he had to pause halfway inside.

“Fuck,” he groaned against her lips. Slowly, he drew back,
almost all the way out while he dragged his teeth across her bottom lip. Then,
just as slowly, he worked himself back in, this time going a little deeper. Hooking
one arm under her knee, he lifted her leg higher before he bent his knees and
came up into her at an angle, going deeper, almost all the way inside, making
her moan.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Take my cock. Take it deeper, baby.” Once
again drawing back, he was almost completely out of her before he thrust home,
sliding all the way inside.

An incoherent sob burst from her at the feel of his solid
heat filling her up, so deep she swore the head was kissing her womb. “Jesus,
you’re big.” She couldn’t help the breathless words that tumbled out of her
mouth. The filter that normally took up residence between her brain and her
mouth was momentarily out of order.

He growled as if her words had triggered some animalistic
instinct and he began rolling his hips into her, working his cock into her
dripping hole. “Damn, you feel good. I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Emma.”

True to his word, he began a pounding rhythm, the angle of
his thrusts hitting that sweet spot deep inside every time and it felt like
every sound in her body wanted to escape at once. The sound of wet, slapping
flesh filled her ears and she was almost completely gone until she heard
something else.

On the other side of the curtain. There were people. A group
of laughing teenagers to be exact.

They must have stumbled into the dead end room draped in
black curtains. They were laughing and carrying on, ribbing each other about
how lost they were. At any second they could pull back this curtain and see
Ben’s big dick sliding in and out of her pussy. They would see how rough he was
being with her, her wrists bound and helpless at her sides while he fucked her
senseless. And they would see how much she was loving every single second of
it.

She never thought she was much into exhibitionism, and
really it wasn’t about that. It was the deviousness of the fact that they could
get caught. It added a whole new element to this game that she hadn’t
previously been aware of and it just
did
it for her. And somehow he
knew. His sexy lips twitched but he didn’t stop. If he stopped right now she
would probably die.

Then, the nefarious man made it worse. He pushed his hand in
between their bodies and found her clit. It felt like a bolt of lightning shot
out from that sensitive little nub to that amazing little spot deep inside her.
And every time his cock pushed up against that spot, the flash of electricity
shot right back into her clit creating a delicious cycle she never wanted to
break. Soon, she couldn’t tell any longer if there was anyone on the other side
of the curtain and she no longer cared.

“Come for me, Sugar. I wanna feel this tight pussy milking
my cock.” The gruff command was all she needed to go over the edge. And she
screamed as he pounded her through her climax, knowing that anyone could hear
her and yet no one would be the wiser. They were in a haunted factory, after
all, where screams were abundant.

When she came down from her high, he was still rock hard
inside her. This man had just given her two of the most mind-blowing orgasms of
her life. So him not getting off wasn’t going to fly.