Stony Creek Hero [Stony Creek 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (11 page)

Lizzie ripped her lips from his to gasp as he plunged one finger into her dripping channel while rolling his thumb over her sensitive nub. Her breathing hitched with her lips parted as she tightened her legs on his hips, as though desperate to pull his cock closer as he inserted now two fingers into her trembling body.

“Ben, Ben, what are you doing to me?” she moaned out, rolling her hips erotically under his skilled ministrations, her eyes now half closed under his erotic onslaught.

“I am teaching you a lesson, baby. Look at me,” he demanded roughly.

Her lust-glazed eyes looked up into his, now visible in the flickering candlelight. He knew that he looked wild, aroused, and male, definitely male and barely in control. She liked it. She must be shocking herself as she came to realize that she liked it a lot, Ben thought approvingly.

“Never are you to risk yourself ever again. Never. You are too precious. Never are you to risk what is mine and you, baby, are most certainly mine.” He squeezed her breast with an almost ruthless intent while curling his fingers through her juices to rub erotically on her G-spot. Ben watched as she held her breath while she waited desperately for him to pull her over the edge of her pleasure.

“This is all for me alone,” he said indicating her whole body with a sweep of his hand. “This breast, this pussy, and you are all mine. Mine! Now come for me.” Ben felt her body clenched at the power and control of his gently spoken command, knowing that there would be electric streaks of pleasure racing through her limbs. He felt her body violently clenching on his fingers, prompting him to declare to her, his voice rough with his own unfulfilled need.

“Hot holy hell, you are the most fuckable thing I have ever held in my arms.”

She couldn’t stop trembling as he eased her down from the lofty heights of liquid satiation from which he had brought her to yet again. Her breathing was ragged and she now clung to his sweaty, reassuring strength. His eyes were hooded as his engorged member pulsed against her soaking pussy, dampening the front of his jeans. He leaned his forehead against her and drew in several deep breaths, tenderly placing light kisses on her lips, eyelids, and by her ears.

Her hands slid down his belly, her nails etching over the hard ridges of his abdomen, on their quest to give him pleasure as well. He placed his hand over hers as she ran her palm up and down his rigid length. She thought he was about to pull her hand away when he pressed his right over the top of hers and increased the pace and pressure of her stroke. The moment felt surreal to her as he silently helped her, even now, to learn about him and his body while maintaining their intimacy. Lizzie leaned back, trying to find the release to his buckle when he took a sudden step back from the counter, breaking their connection.

He stared at her as though he had never seen her before. She sat there like a wanton goddess with her abundant soft breasts teasing his eyes while he eyed the swollen, wet lips of her mouth that matched the swollen, wet lips of her core. It had to be the most fucking carnally arousing site he had ever seen.

“Ben, please let me touch you. I need to,” she beseeched him.

He felt himself crumble with all his good intentions lost at her entreated plea. She slid to her knees, and he rotated around so now it was his hips that leaned against the same span of counter that he had just given Lizzie her soft, sated expression. He threaded his fingers in her thick, silken hair as her hands began to explore the muscled planes of his chest and belly again.

Lizzie felt drunk with power and pride that she could have an effect on a man like Benjamin Powell and that she was the only one who got to touch him. She trembled from wanting him. Fresh moisture ran from her molten core as she became more aroused at the feel of his incredible physique under her hands. Long daily hours had sculpted the man as though from rock leaving him to be a walking work of art. Suddenly feeling unsure again, she wasn’t sure that she could compete with the array of stunning women that this amazing man had already known. Add to the fact that she didn’t have so much experience with this sort of intimacy. What if he found her lacking? Lizzie let her eyes shutter for a moment as she did battle with the insecurities that were festering within her.

Sensing a change in her energy, Ben leaned down and pulled her up to a standing position enfolded within his embrace.

“It’s okay, baby. You don’t have to. It’s okay, don’t worry,” Ben crooned to her, trying to provide comfort, even in his state of unrelieved arousal. He lightly allowed his lips to kiss over the top of her hair while taking deep, cleansing breaths to not only calm down but also to savor her scent.

“Oh, Ben. I want to, really really want to but…”

“But what, sweetheart?” Ben delicately asked.

Not sure on how to proceed, Lizzie decided that honesty was the best policy. It was better to start something, whatever it was, with this amazing man, and always be truthful, no lies, no withholding.

“Well, we both know you have dated a little more than I have.”

Ben let out a soft laugh. “That would be a ginormous understatement, baby.”

Laughing a little herself, Lizzie continued with her face buried in the muscled wall of his chest. “Ben, what I am trying to say by pointing that out is not to make you uncomfortable but rather that I am somewhat afraid. What if you bore of me as I may not be as, um, ‘experienced’ as some others were? I know that I am not as beautiful as some of the women you have known and I…”

Dropping his arms he repositioned them onto her hips and impressively lifted her up to be at eye level with him.

“Lizzie, I am only going to tell you this once without repercussions. You know how I love your ass and love to make it hot pink from a spanking. You are the most desirable woman I have ever known. I have never wanted a woman in the way I want you. I have never needed a woman like I need to have you. Never. As for experience, well, I think we can practice the ‘learn as you go method.’ In fact, I kind of prefer that. I like knowing that it’s me who teaches you those intimate things. The possessive man in me loves it, a lot. If you don’t want to, that’s okay, but you never have to be afraid of anything when you are with me, baby, not one thing. I will try never to hurt you. Okay?”

She was a little taken aback by his understanding of her insecurities. She gave a small nod and felt herself being lowered back down to the floor. Boy those well-earned muscles sure came in handy for him. Ben could handle her like she weighed ten pounds. With that, a small amount of devilment and confidence came back to her. She glanced down to see that her pause had not damped his blatant state of arousal one degree if his huge erection was any indication. As she stared at it, enthralled, she saw it pulse in the confines of his pants. A tremor of liquid desire shot through her at seeing it move while under her observation.

Lizzie fixed a naughty grin to her face and held his gaze as she slid back down to her knees. His own was unreadable, as though etched in a tense expression as she worked his buckle free. She heard his intake of breath as she carefully slid his zipper down, cautious due to his size. The man was killing her with surprises tonight. His angry, thick cock bounced free from his jeans that she was pushing down his legs, as he had gone commando. Lizzie licked her lips and lowered her gaze to take in his monster proportions. What the hell was she going to do with this thing? She couldn’t even make her fingers meet when she wrapped her hand around it. He let out a groan as she began to caress its soft skin in up and down motions with a slight twist.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. You feel so good touching me, Lizzie, like nothing I have ever felt.”

Lizzie felt bolstered in her determination to please him as he praised her touch. So much so that she leaned forward and lightly ran her tongue over the broad head that was weeping small beads of his creamy arousal. She tasted him and closed her eyes momentarily at her own pleasure at exploring this new intimacy with him. Time to startle him, she thought. With a display of self-confidence that she didn’t feel, she opened her mouth and attempted to swallow him to the back of her throat, allowing her lips to slowly slide along his tangy skin. She felt his body shudder as both of his hands threaded in her hair, tightening and relaxing.

“No experience my ass,” he growled out in his enjoyment at her ministrations.

Lizzie continued on with more enthusiasm. She started pulling her warm, wet mouth almost all the way off before returning to slide slowly back down to his base. She could tell it was pleasurable to him as his hands on her tightened yet again. Using her tongue she slid down his hard length over and over again, drawing groans of pleasure from her Ben. Hers. She silently gave thanks that she could taste, touch, and feel this man of her dreams. Lizzie couldn’t hold back her own rush of satisfaction at that thought. He was here with her now, pleasuring her in ways that she could never have imagined. She tightened her lips and sucked hard on the next downward plunge. Reaching up, she lightly began exploring the soft sack that hung from underneath his hard erection.

“Baby, that is going to make me come, hard. Stop that or I am going to mark you as mine sooner than I wanted to,” he ground out, his voice now even deeper with his impending release.

Instead, she cupped her hand tighter while sliding her finger to the sensitive skin just behind the tightening sack. His hands gripped her head as he took over and thrust determinedly into her wet mouth.

Ben thought if it was possible to die from too much pleasure, it was going to be now. He should have written his will. Small beads of sweat were running down his spine and temples as he not only felt but watched his little minx giving him more exquisite satisfaction than he had ever received. She fit him perfectly as he pumped into her willing mouth, feeling his balls begin to draw up as electric sensations began to ignite in his cock.

He growled out possessively, “Mine, Lizzie, you are mine. Take my seed.”

Lizzie moaned in her pleasure as he began to tremble. Long ropes of come spurted out of his cock into the heaven that was her mouth as he ground against her in his ecstasy. Lizzie swallowed over and over again to take it all in as he had directed. He gentled his hands in her hair as his thrusts slowed to a lazy pace, softly sliding in and out pleasurably. Lazy satisfaction began to permeate from his soul.

The look on his face matched her own. They were masks of languid satisfaction, each pleased that they had brought profound bliss to the other.

“Lizzie, baby. What am I going to do with you? That amount of pleasure should be against the law.”

“Well, other men…”

Ben grabbed her up by the arms and gave her a very stern look. “I don’t ever want to hear about other men. Do you understand? You are mine. Anyone else doesn’t matter, doesn’t exist. Okay?”

“Yes, Ben. I understand.”

Ben enfolded her again in his arms, squeezing her tightly to his satiated body. His hands rubbed over the softness of her robe down to her soft buttocks and up the curves to her breasts. He could feel himself stir to life again at simply being able to touch her. He took a deep, cleansing breath, trying to get basic control over his libido which seemed to be on autopilot around her. With a naughty last caress over her silk-covered buttocks, he allowed his fingers to lightly glide into the crack between her lush rear globes. He felt her moan in enjoyment at his touch as he met her gaze.

“Lizzie, baby, can you change into something else, some real clothes, for me now?” Ben growled out in frustration in her ear. He knew that he was going to toss and turn all night over the images and sensations he had felt all because of this damned short robe.

“You don’t like my robe?” Lizzie asked, looking somewhat confused at Ben’s plea.

“Just change,” Ben firmly said, sounding commando all of a sudden. His shaft felt like an iron pole rubbing against his zipper again. He was going to need an entire six-pack to calm himself down if she didn’t cooperate soon, he thought with chagrin. “I just don’t want you in that robe anymore, baby.”

Ben took yet another deep breath to get his temper under some semblance of control. Startling Lizzie, Ben crushed her near-naked form to his rock-hard chest and allowed his lips to melt into hers. He tempted and teased her right back, savoring the feel of her soft lower lip as he sucked it gently into his mouth. He reveled in her taste as his tongue pillaged the inside of her sweetness as he rolled his mouth over hers, trying to suck her into his very soul. He ground his hips into her drenched feminine folds while gripping her hair in a hold that allowed no resistance. They were both panting when he finally lifted his head.

“Please, Lizzie. Please go put some clothing on this body or I am afraid your meal and all your sweet effort will go to waste as I will simply just feast on you, all night long. I will take you over and over again until we both pass out from the pleasure to be had. Have some mercy on me please, sweet woman,” Ben gently pleaded as he nipped at her neck.

Lizzie took a shaky step backward as she took in his expression and his clenching hands. His request was reinforced by the evidence of the obvious enormous state of his arousal. She lowered her eyes to half closed and gently tilted her head to the side as she said, “Well, since you asked so nicely, I will.” With that, she sauntered away, hips swinging in an enticing manner sure to torture her intended target. She heard a growl coming from his end of the hallway and mischievously turned to look over her shoulder, almost delighting in his state of arousal and frustration. Good, let him feel like that for a change!