The Intern: Vol. 3 (12 page)

He pulls back, grabbing my hand in his as he walks us into
an empty studio. He slams the door and presses me into it, his body weight firmly against mine.

“
You’re either blind or ignorant.” He presses both of his hands flat against the door right above my shoulders, towering over me.

“
And you’re an asshole.” I try to ignore the rush of feelings that are consuming me from having Bentley this close to me, but it’s hard considering I can feel his arousal against my hips.

“
Maya’s gay,” he says with amusement. “Even if I
were
interested, she’d be much more interested in
you
. I’ve known her for over a year, so yes, I’ve spoken some about you.” He smirks at me as if he’s just won the fucking Super Bowl. Smug bastard.

He presses himself into
me harder, telling me exactly what’s on his mind. This whole time…I thought he was a manwhore, flaunting Maya around like some prized possession just to piss me off.

“
Are you done accusing me of being a dirty player now?”

I
look up at him, not really sure what I should be feeling right now. “I never called you a dirty player,” I retort.

“
It was well implied.” His voice is no longer filled with anger, rather he sounds amused by the fact that I thought Maya was after him this whole time. He smiles wide, leaning in closer toward me. “I’ve missed you.”

He nuzzles his nose into my neck, my body staying frozen as Bentley consumes me—his scent, his touch,
his body fully reminding me of everything I’ve been missing the past two years.

“
Did you come back for me?” His mouth lands below my earlobe, his lips making a path down my neck. “Otherwise, this may get awkward.” I smile wide as I feel him smirk against my flushed skin. Goose bumps appear, butterflies take over my stomach, and soon, I’m holding the door just to keep my balance.

“
Yes…” I whimper. “Of course, I came back.” My eyes close as his lips suck on my collarbone, heat rushing in between my thighs as I think about how fucking amazing his lips are.

“
I can’t wait any longer,” he protests, gripping the crotch of my jeans with his palm. “Do you have a full bladder?”

My eyes pop open at his awkward question.
“What?”

“
You heard me. Do you?” His lips make their way back up my neck, sucking on my earlobe. He presses his other palm against my stomach and forcefully applies pressure.

“
Oh, my god,” I squeal in shock. The pressure against my stomach intensifies my arousal growing down below.

“
I’ll take that as a yes,” he says, amused. “Come on.”

I whimper the moment his body is
off mine. He grabs my hand and leads me to the other side of the studio, pulling me into a back stretching room.

“
What are we doing?” I ask, his hand gripping mine. Our fingers are intertwined, firmly holding each other as if our lives depend on it. My emotions are all over the place, but one thing I know for sure is that Bentley is the only one that makes me feel this way—the control he holds over my body, the intense ache I feel when I’m around him, the disappointing loss when we aren’t together—I’ve never felt these things with anyone before.

“
We needed some privacy. I wasn’t about to give every guy out there a free show.” He shuts and locks the door behind him. “And we need to talk.”

I stand anxiously, wanting to
get this awkward conversation out of the way so I can finally tell him what I need to say.

He cups my face, leaning in
, but he doesn’t kiss me. “Ten days.” I hear his pained tone deep within his voice. I made him wait ten painful days without knowing what was going on…

“
I’m sorry. I just…needed time to deal with things. And to think.”

“
And?” His brows rise in anticipation. One of his hands lowers to my hip, forcing our bodies closer together.

“
And I realized that you’re it for me.” I look up at him, watching the expression in his face. “No matter how much time has passed or how much hurt we’ve felt—it’s always been you. And I woke up this morning not wanting to spend another day apart from you.” He smiles so wide it practically reaches his eyes. “I love you, Bentley. I always have.”

Chapter Seventeen

Bentley

I’ve been dying to hear those three fucking words for what feels like a lifetime. God, even the way her voice cracks is sexy. She’s looking up at me pleadingly, begging for me to take control.

I press our bodies together, cupping her face so she looks directly into my eyes when I repeat those very words back to her.

“Cecilia…I love you. I love you so fucking much, it’s pained me to not to say those words every single day to you. I knew I did, but I didn’t know how to handle it.

“Once I found out the truth, it freaked me out, and no matter how hard I tried to push thoughts of you out, I couldn’t completely. I never could. And I never will.”

Cecilia

I sniff back the tears that are threatening to flow over. Who knew Bentley could be so tender and sweet, yet domineering and hot. He’s a triple threat that holds all the qualities that I love and want. He’s my perfect other half and that’s something I’m not willing to let go of again.

“We are so fucked up,” I
mutter, hardly believing the rollercoaster ride it has taken to bring us here. “I hate that I hurt you so badly. I hate that I made you wait, that I left, and that I ever thought you were someone you aren’t.”

“Stop.” He places a finger over my mouth, not letting me continue. He leans down and brushes his lips gently against mine. “Never regret what brought us right here, right now. We had to struggle to get to where we are, and I’m quite enjoying where we are right now.” He grins smugly, pressing his hips into me, his cock rock hard against the fabric of his shorts. God, I’ve waited too long to feel him inside of me again.

It’s been too long
.

I don’t want to wait a second longer.

I wrap a hand around his neck, pushing his mouth against mine finally. His hands hold me firmly on my hips, molding us together. I moan and pant against his lips, not wanting to ever break this kiss. His taste consumes me, heating every part of my body that begs him to touch me.

His thumbs are pressing deep into my lower stomach again, my bladder feeling full and uncomfortable the more he does that.

“Stop.” I laugh against his mouth. “You’re going to make me pee my pants.”

He grins slyly, unbuttoning my jeans and lowering the zipper. “Good…get ready.”

I look up into his eyes to see if he’s serious. His eyes darken with hunger, showing me that he is. He lowers my jeans off my hips and motions for me to step out of them.

“Come here.” He guides me to the middle of the mat where a large yoga ball is set. “Sit down.”

I do as he says and the ball bounces lightly as I sit.

“Lean back slightly,” he demands. “Hold yourself up with your hands.” Oh, god. I watch as he kneels in between my legs, separating them with his greedy hands. He brushes his lips up one leg, the feather-light touch shooting shivers up my entire body and back down the other leg. Damn, how does he do that?

He pulls my panties to the side and inserts a finger, stretching my walls out gradually. It’s been too long since I’ve felt him inside me. It’s a feeling I could never be tired of—could never have enough of.

My body rocks with the ball, but he tells me to let go. He’s holding on to me and won’t let me fall.

“Oh…god, yes.” My eyes close on their own accord as my pussy devours his perfectly skilled finger. He adds to the pressure by inserting another finger and speeding up the pace. I can barely control my movements because I have nothing to grip. My palms lay sweaty against the yoga ball, my body jerking at every thrust as his fingers drive into me. The ball moves quickly underneath me, making for an entirely new sensation that I’ve never felt before.

And if that isn’t enough to set me off, he lays a flat palm against my stomach adding pressure as he curls his two fingers deeper inside me, searching for pleasure.

“Bentley…oh, my god!” The combined pressures are intensifying the climax that’s about to erupt through me.

“Come on, sweetheart. I need to feel you tighten around me,” he
growls so effortlessly, pressing down harder on my lower abdomen.

I swear he’s going to put my body into an orgasmic a coma the second he adds his tongue and licks up my juicy slit, twirling his tongue directly on my clit.

The sensation is almost indescribable—the fullness that my stomach feels mixed with the building orgasm is almost too much to handle.

“Yes, oh, god, yes…” I purr, unable to hold in the screams and moans anymore. I hope the whole fucking gym
hears for all I care. “Bentley!”

My body rips in half as I scream and moan through my orgasm. His fingers continue driving my release, jerking harder and curling deeper inside until I’ve completely covered his fingers with my arousal.

“Oh, god, sweetheart.” He licks up my pussy, sucking one last time before releasing me. “That was fucking hot.” He pulls his fingers inside of his mouth, slowing licking up my juices. The act itself is so erotic, I’m about to beg him to fuck me right here.

“Holy
shit,” I breathe out, panting and dropping my hands off the ball. My body lays limp, needing to recover from the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before. That was…so intense,” I breathe out.

He grabs my hands, pulling me up so we can lock eyes. “Well, I hope I haven’t worn you out. We have about two years worth of making up to do.” He smirks knowingly.

*   *   *

Bentley

By the time I get her back to my house, I’ve run out of patience. I need her like the air I breathe and I wasn’t about to wait any longer.

I slam Ceci into my bedroom wall as
one hand grips the back of her neck, holding her securely to me—I don’t plan on letting her go this time.

Our mouths collide, tongues dancing together as we find our rhythm again. The heat between us is palpable as we pull and tug clothes off one another. I can’t stand having a barrier between us a second longer.

“I’m not going to be gentle, sweetheart. It’s been too fucking long,” I growl against her ear, picking her up and wrapping her legs around me.

“Good. Don’t be,” she whimpers against me. I kiss up her chin and land on her lips. She’s quivering underneath me, growing deeper with anticipation.

“Did you think of me when you touched yourself?” Her body shudders underneath me as I tease my cock against her opening. God, I don’t know how much longer I can wait. I feel her swallow, but she doesn’t speak. “Sweetheart, answer me. I need to know.”

“Mm hmm,” she barely whimpers out, biting down on her lip. “Yes, every time.”

I push my cock inside her, but I don’t move just yet. She’s dripping wet, barely able to keep herself up. “God, Ceci. I’m begging to drive my cock so fucking deep inside you.”

“Yes, please,” she begs, moving her hips around to angle our bodies together. Her head falls back as she bites her lip, unable to wait much longer.

I grin down at her, grabbing her face in one of my hands. “Show me. Show me how you touched yourself thinking about me.”

She rests a hand on my shoulder as the other hand slowly slides down her stomach landing on her clit. She licks her lips as she circles her finger, moaning and aching for release. Her eyes close as her head falls back, her finger moving faster and faster as she works her way to orgasm.

Watching her is one of the sexiest things I’ve seen. I push my cock all the way in and drive deep inside her as she continues to work her clit harder and faster. She gasps, digging her nails into my shoulder as I continue the pace.

I
pull out and drive into her again, stretching out her walls for me, taking her arousal, and multiplying it by a hundred.

“Bentley! Oh, god…” she pants, hanging on to me for support as her body stays pinned against the wall. “Yes, harder…don’t stop.” I feel her hand work faster, her breaths uneven as her body’s about to rip in two.

I crush my mouth to hers as I drive my cock deep inside her, giving her exactly what she’s begging for. I release my hand and grab her leg. I place it on my shoulder, getting a better angle to thrust inside her deeper and harder.

I feel her pussy tightening around me as I continue driving into her forcefully, harder and harder as she screams out in pleasurable pain.

“God, sweetheart…” I moan, holding her leg straight up as the other one continues to clench tightly around my waist. “You’re body is fucking perfection.”

“Oh, god, yes, yes…don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she chants over and over, as I bring her over the edge, her nails clawing into my skin, drawing blood.

I release her leg and carry her over to the bed and bend her over the mattress. “Lay out for me,” I demand. “Let me see all of you.”

She bends perfectly over the bed, her back arched and her ass straight up in the air for me. I soothingly rub a hand down her back, causing her body to shiver underneath me.

I bend my body over hers and lick slowly up her spine, causing goose bumps to form. I feel her quiver, her body aching for me to be back inside her.

I kneel down in between her legs and push them apart, spreading her wider for me. I grab her ass cheeks with both hands and lick a trail from her clit all the way down. She moans against me, pushing her ass out more, giving me better access.

I insert two fingers as I drive my tongue deeper inside her. “Mm…yes, sweetheart,” I purr against her, her body shaking as she tries to hold herself up. “God, I’m addicted to that flavor.”

She hums eagerly as I devour her, licking up her arousal again, wanting to keep her thoroughly pleasured.

“Baby, let me…” she pleads. “I want to taste you.”

I
stand up and flip her over so I can see every perfect part of her. Her chest is rising rapidly as she licks her lips in anticipation. I crawl over her body, making sure to keep my weight on my knees. I bend over her face, and she eagerly takes me in her mouth. She wraps her hands around me and grips my ass, clawing it as she pushes me deeper into her perfect, round mouth.

“Fuck! Holy shit, Ceci…” I growl as
she deep throats all of me. I wasn’t going to come in her mouth, so I needed to stop her soon. She makes the sexiest little sounds as she enjoys fucking my cock with her mouth. But I need her to stop. “Stop…I want inside you.”

She reluctantly releases me, licking her lips seductively. I crawl down her body and gently place a kiss on her nose. She smiles back up at me just as I grab both of her legs and urgently place them on top of my shoulders, bending her in half as I drive back inside her.

“God, sweetheart. You could destroy me with this…if I never get to feel this again, I don’t know what I’d do. Life wouldn’t be worth living.”

“Don’t say that,” she whispers.

I gradually slow the pace down, no longer eager to drive hard inside her. I can see the sincerity in her face and the last thing I want to do is rush this. I want to devour every part of her for as long as I can.

“I missed this,” I say softly, locking my eyes with her. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you for over two years, Bentley. It’s always been you.” She looks at me knowingly, genuinely, as I read into what she’s really saying. She hasn’t slept with anyone since me, and knowing that makes being with her again that much more special. She’s always been mine…

She pushes me in deeper, hitting just the spot that causes her to erupt, screaming out her orgasm as it floods through her. Her back
arches as her body shakes, her slick walls tightening around my cock and making me release with her.

“God, baby…it’s like we’ve never been a day
apart. So fucking amazing,” I say into her ear as I ride out my own orgasm. I slowly kiss down her neck, making sure to thoroughly claim every part of her. “You taste incredible…
everywhere
.”

“I’ll never get sick of feeling you inside me.”

“Good…because I plan to be there like it’s my air to breathe.”

I bend down and kiss her. Gentle. Our tongues
slicking over each others, gliding into blissful heaven as our bodies rediscover each other. I release her legs so I can touch every part of her, feathering a finger up her arm and back down the other. I lightly kiss the trail my tongue makes, making sure to touch and taste every inch.

I kneel down on the floor in between her legs as I grab her hands and pull her body up so our eyes connect. She smiles weakly up at me.

“I love you, Ceci. I want to love you and love on you the rest of my life. Whatever it takes, I’ll make it work. I’ll drive to you every week while you finish school, I’ll be there when you walk that stage at graduation, I’ll hold your hair as your throw up on your twenty-first birthday.” She chuckles lightly. “Please let me. I want to be here for all of it. I want all of you.”

She smiles wide, cupping my cheek with one hand. “Yes.” She leans in and gently brushes my lips with hers. “I want all of that. All of you. Every day.
No more obstacle courses. No more barriers. If we’re going to do this, we have to be all in.” I nod in agreement, placing my hand on top of hers. “No more secrets,” she promises.