Strangers with Benefits (Siren Publishing Classic) (12 page)

“Then sit down.” She spread her thighs and prepared to sit on his cock facing away.

But before she could make contact, he spun her in the opposite direction.

“I want to look at you.”

This time, she put one leg over his and straddled his thighs. His cock made entry, inch by inch until she was completely filled with him. This position was new to her, she had never, ever been on top before Den. Maybe she should have added that to the list.

She rocked and he smacked her on the hip.

Sidonie stilled immediately, even though her cunt still quivered around his cock.

“Like that, huh?”

“I think so.”
Mmmm… please, sir, may I have another?

“There’s more where that came from. But for now, eat.”

He uncovered the cloche and beneath the silver there was a large T-bone steak and a salmon fillet. A mound of mashed potatoes and a Caesar salad completed the meal. It was definitely enough for two.

He sliced a thick piece of the steak with a knife and offered her the piece with his fingers. The meat was cooked to perfection and she offered him a flaky bit of salmon with her fork.

They ate in slow degrees as what should have taken a half hour, took a full one.

But that was mainly due to the fact that, occasionally, he would stop feeding her and resume fucking her.

Every few mouthfuls, they would cease chewing and their lips would meet. The flavors of the two meals combined with each kiss, allowed her a new taste to savor. Her hips would rock on his, and he would tug her to and fro, back and forth.

She was full before she even knew it, but due to how leisurely they indulged their physical hungers, she wasn’t unbearably stuffed, just sated her appetite for food. There was still a bit of everything left, but neither of them cared about the cooled meal.

Instead, he grabbed her hips and went to work, stirring their physical hungers into a delightful froth that only made her scream with ecstasy.

“Oh, yeah! Fuck me!” She moaned around the tangle of tongues and clash of teeth.

He pulled his slickened lips from hers. “God woman, you kiss like a whore fucks.”

The statement took her aback and Sidonie jerked away from him, suddenly ashamed.

He must have seen the mortification on her face as he grinned. “Believe me, it’s more than a good thing.” And with that, his lips met hers again.

But when she was nearly insensate with lust, he stopped.

“Please… don’t stop.”

“It’s only for a minute.” He pushed her backward, until his cock popped free of her sex and turned her away from him.

By the time he finished positioning her, she was across his lap and he spread her thighs.

His cock dabbled in her cunt as he couldn’t fit fully within her from that particular angle, but it gave her dripping snatch something to grip on, to palpitate upon.

Den’s hands rubbed over her backside, the large curve of her ass that she always felt was much too big. But then again, most of her was much too big, so why should she bat a lash at that?

“Now that your stomach isn’t growling at me, it’s time for your punishment.”

“Why am I being punished again?”

“First off, you were late. Second, because you didn’t call me and made assumptions about me that I didn’t like. And thirdly, because I feel like it.”

The first strike was easy and nothing like she had imagined. One of the videos she’d watched showed a woman crying after being spanked. But she didn’t think she would have that experience, based on what he’d just done.

He peppered her behind with a series of love taps that only sensitized her, but nowhere near satisfied.

But when she sighed and lay limply over his lap, he rubbed the dip of her spine with a finger until she shivered. “Want more, huh?”

“Please.”

“Just remember one thing.”

“What?”

“You asked for it.”

He pulled her off of his lap, stood up, and tugged her toward the bed with one hand clasped in his. When he sat down again, Sidonie was splayed over Den’s knees as he perched on the bottom corner of the bed. He rubbed over the naked swell of her buttocks and Sidonie shuddered. She knew what was about to come. But until now, she had no idea what it would feel like.

“What could you have done to avoid this?”

“I–I could have called.”

“Yes, that or sent me a message. Instead you assumed something that could have been easily rectified. What else?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you? I don’t think you are sorry enough just yet.”

Den raised his hand and Sidonie waited. That is, until his hand met her flesh.

When his hand descended onto her backside, it brought a fiery crack of skin on skin and a sting that blazed across her entire body. She jerked and hissed from the pain.

“You asked for it.” He smacked her again.

And again.

And again.

She bucked from the pain, but the longer he went at her, the better the feeling got.

Until her cunt dripped over his thigh and the slickness forced her to flower open. The position was perfect as her clit was fully exposed and rubbed over the crisp hair and taunt muscles.

“You like it.”

Sidonie knew he wanted a response, could hear the request for affirmation’s sake.

“Yes. Oh, yes.”

“Want more?”

She only nodded drunkenly and he plunged two fingers inside of her weeping heat. After he pulled the digits free, he slapped her boiling cheeks again.

Over and over again.

When she got to the point that every strike only served to make her hoarsely groan and shudder, he stopped and rubbed his hands over her.

One hand was wet and the other dry as if he bathed her in her own juices with one touch and rubbed her clean with another.

Even those gentle caresses were magnified as she lay there and struggled to stay present. It felt odd, as if she was drugged senseless, despite the fact that she felt everything.

The whisper of the AC as it blew cool air over her heated flesh.

The rasp of his hairy skin over hers.

The audible sloshing of her cunt as she gripped thin air.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

She did, in a pathetic series of motions that sloth-slow ended with her cheekbone to the mattress and her ass touched her ankles.

Den looked over her and she watched as he rolled atop her, covered her.

“Get up.” She pulled herself up, every muscle protested in unison.

When she was in position, he pulled a large Euro pillow under her belly.

“Thank you.” She said so politely that butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth, even if her cunt could melt steel.

“No, thank you,” he mumbled as prodded her cunt with the business end of his erection.

Once she was filled with him, he moved backward until only the domed head remained inside.

Crack!

Then a thrust.

Whack!

Another thrust.

Sidonie jerked and hissed, cursed and lurched, back, forth, left, right, and any direction she could to escape him. Den gave her too much, too fast. Yet oddly, it was a perfect storm that made certain she screamed until nothing was left of her throat.

“You asked for it.” He grumbled and walloped her even harder than before.

“Sweetlordhavemercy!” she cried, the words just as much a jumble as she felt.

“No.” He fucked into her without a lick of the surcease she had begged for moments ago.

Didn’t matter, his fucking was…

She lost her train of thought as he pulled her back into his plunging girth and his next slap landed squarely on her gushing cunt.

“Yeah, gimme that cum.” He bit out, she could nearly hear his teeth clench around the words.

“Oh…fuck-fuckfuck-fuck!” Sidonie cried out.

That fast, she was done. There was no way she could even try to hold her heaving flesh upright, as she seized so violently there was nothing left of her to control.

He rolled off of her shivering frame and before she knew it, they were tucked under the covers.

“What time do you need to be home?” he asked.

She had no words to explain how much she appreciated his understanding. There was no way that she could laze about the rest of the day with him.

No matter how much she wanted to.

“A little before five would be nice.”

She fell asleep as he set the alarm clock, but the second before she was knocked out she wondered how much time they had left.

Lunch Is On Me

Den looked at his phone and realized they had spent two hours indulging in the hottest sex he’d ever had in his life, before he set the alarm on his phone for four fifteen. That would give the two of them two hours to sleep before he woke her up for their farewell quickie.

He tossed his arm around Sidonie and went to sleep as he knew he needed his energy to deal with this woman. She was a handful, regardless of how innocent she started out, she was sexually awake now and he was the recipient of all her pent up lusts.

He was one lucky man.

When the alarm went off Sidonie didn’t even stir, and he didn’t want to, either.

But he didn’t want to waste what little time he had left with her today.

He had plans for tomorrow, but there was little need to let grass grow beneath their feet today.

Den silenced the alarm and set another for a half hour out, before he rubbed his fingers over the still erect nipples of his sensual partner. She moaned slightly and rolled a bit, which only made access to her skin easier than before.

He ducked his head under the blanket and slid his lips over the fleshy skin of her belly with suckling nips of the excess flesh. Why had he waited so long to have sex with a woman like her? Most of his prior partners had nothing to speak of.

Their breasts were tiny and waists even smaller, nor did any of them have a fat ass that rippled when he gripped their skin. Once he reached her belly button, he dipped his tongue in the deep well.

She shuddered again and he knew she was about to wake up, just as he wanted. Den took a condom from the wrapper beside the bed and realized he would have to buy more as this was the last of the ones he purchased a week ago.

It was far more than he’d ever used with a woman before, especially in a single week. Funny that they’d only had two days of uninhibited sex and he was already out of rubbers.

He acted as if he didn’t have to go to work tonight, but he did and he needed to leave the same way she did. They both had obligations that wouldn’t wait.

“Please, Den,” she muttered, still not awake yet.

But he knew how to pop her eyelids open faster than an injection of caffeine. He quickly rolled the latex on and lifted her thick thigh by the knee. They were both turned on their sides, spooning, as he forged into her with a gentleness he’d been too rushed to use with her before.

When he touched bottom, she moaned and rocked into him with an ease that felt like they had been going at one another for years instead of a single week.

“Oh, Den, you fuck so good.”

“That’s you.” He plunged deeper.

When she woke up fully just a few strokes later, Sidonie tossed her leg over top his and gave him half her weight with the motion.

He couldn’t control as much from this angle, but she was spread out buffet style for a feeding frenzy partaken by his fingers. He touched everything, twice for good measure, took a map of her body that he could read in the dark and looked his fill enough to paint her blindfolded if he had the skill.

He was good with his hands, but not an artistic sort, more of a physical variety. He could change oil and basic home repair, he could even lay shingles.

But he wouldn’t lament the lack, as he had her in the here and now, and he wouldn’t waste a second of it. Ten weeks to fulfill every fantasy he hadn’t explored yet. He had done a thousand acts with a dozen women, but none compared to her.

He couldn’t describe it. For some reason, her body called him to action every single time he even thought about her.

“Oh, it’s never been this good.”

He grunted.
I’m going to steal that word from your vocabulary.

He could and it wouldn’t take much.

“Say that again?”

“Huh?”

He turned his head toward hers. “You said it’s never been so?”

She seemed perplexed as she replied with, “Good?”

“Yeah that.” He lashed out his hand to slap her wet cunt.

The sound was funky, kind of sexy, in a sadistic way he never thought he’d like. Not until her. She made the oddest things… normal.

“Again.” He groaned.

“Good.” She sighed into the air and he smacked her right on the clit.