SeducedByTheAntiHero (9 page)

Oh, he was good. Her character in the game had fled from her
mind the minute his mouth had touched her bare skin. But he was still firmly in
his role and his comment brought the reason he was really here sharply back
into focus. If she really was Natalie, would she let him seduce her this
easily? Would she let her desire for him overshadow everything else she knew to
be true? All the evidence stacked against him?

The answer was no, she wouldn’t. He would need to do a hell
of a lot more convincing before she just let him have his way with her. He let
her go to bring his hands up to undo his jeans and she shoved at him, catching
him off guard and throwing him off balance long enough to scramble out from
under him on her hands and knees.

She didn’t get very far before he grabbed her. Before she
had time to register what was happening, he slid her back down the mattress,
her ass hitting his hard thighs. Putting his right arm around her ribs, he
yanked her upper body off the bed so her back was flat against his chest.

“Why are you making this so damn difficult, baby?” His left
hand came up to wrap around her neck. Not hard, but enough to get her attention
as he tilted her head to the side so he could speak directly into her ear. “Don’t
you wanna feel me?”

His right hand slid down her bare stomach, fingers sliding
into her slit. All their play up to this point had her all slick and slippery
and he groaned when he felt it. Two of his fingers began running light circles
over her stiff bud as he whispered, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, Sugar.” His
voice was dark and gruff, sliding along her nerve endings, making her whimper. “You
just have to trust me.”

Those two wicked fingers slid lower, rimming her opening
before pushing inside, stretching her swollen pussy, making her cry out. “Right
here,” he growled grazing his teeth lightly against her neck as he pumped his
fingers slowly in and out. “I wanna be right here.”

When his palm rubbed and pressed into her clit, her hips
bucked into his thrusting fingers. “Yeah, you want it, don’t you? Wanna feel me
fucking this sweet hole until you come all over my cock.” The way he stroked
her and the dark words accompanying his touch made her feel helpless and nearly
out of her mind and all she could do was nod.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me?”

Yup. In Emma’s opinion this completely qualified as a
thorough convincing. The hand over her throat had come up to cup her jaw and
she turned her head to suck his thumb into her mouth as she once again nodded. She
wanted him so bad she couldn’t concentrate on the game anymore. She was done
playing.

Never before had she felt like this. Like her entire body
was a live wire. He made her feel sexy and so incredibly feminine that she
actually purred when he gently pushed her down to brace her weight on her hands
in front of him.

The sound of his zipper coming down permeated her lust-filled
haze and when she felt the tip of his cock brush against her flesh, she arched
back into him like a cat in heat.

“You’re so fucking wet, Sugar.” His grunt of satisfaction as
he continued to tease his cock head through her slit indicated that he very
much approved. But he didn’t slide home despite her efforts to push him inside.
“You want this and I’m gonna give it to you. But you have to say it.”

Her only response, the only one she could muster at the
moment, was to drop her head forward, rub back against him and whimper. Apparently,
though, that wasn’t good enough.

“Say it.” He brought his fingers down to rub slow circles
over her clit once more while his tip kissed her dripping opening. “And while
you’re at it, say my name.”

“Ben,” she complied, panting, forgetting the game
altogether. She didn’t want Charlie, she wanted Ben. Her entire world boiled
down to him. The way he held her. The way he commanded her in a gravel voice
coated with silk. The way he penetrated her a scant inch before he stopped, driving
her insane. But
damn
him for making her say it.

“Fuck me. Oh
God
, Ben, please.” She pushed back
against him, trying to get him to go deeper. “Please fuck me.”

On an almost inhuman growl, he finally gave in and thrust
home with one swift stroke. Having him stretch her full like that felt like
heaven and when he started moving inside her with a steady, pounding rhythm it
felt so good her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.

A strong hand fisted in her hair and gently pulled her head
back, arching her body as he leaned over her to return his mouth to her ear. “Tell
me how I feel, Emma.”

Incredible. Amazing. Fucking phenomenal. All of those words
wanted to exit her mouth at once but in the end what came out was, “You’re so
goddamn big it feels like you’re gonna tear me apart.”

Turns out, that was the right thing to say.

“Yeah,” he purred into her ear, the sound causing her pussy
to spasm around him as he thrust into her. That earned her a dark groan before
he said, “I think I
wanna
fucking tear you apart.”

The words thrilled through her with equal parts lust and
trepidation as he could very easily carry out that threat. But at the moment,
he seemed satisfied with ravaging her cunt and leaving the rest of her body
intact. Then he dropped his weight over her, flattening his palms on the
mattress beside hers, the long length of his torso pressed up against her back.

She loved the way he felt wrapped around her like this. His
immense strength surrounding her, making her feel vulnerable and protected at
the same time. If he did decide to tear her apart, she would die a very,
very
happy woman.

Positioning his knees between hers, he spread her legs wider
as his rhythm picked up speed. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of
her and the smack of his hips against hers filled the room. She turned her head
into her arm, biting the skin there to keep herself anchored into her body
before she flew up somewhere into the stratosphere never to come back down.

And then he made it worse. With his sexy as sin voice he
said low in her ear, “Now, tell me to fuck you harder.”

Those words, right at that moment rumbling through her like
thunder, made speech impossible. All she could manage was an unintelligible
whimper as she thrust her ass back against him, trying to take him deeper and
tell him without words what he wanted to hear.

Again, that wasn’t good enough.

“C’mon, Emma, tell me. Tell me you want my cock.” At some
point, without her realizing it, one of his hands had snaked down between her
body and the bed to zero in on her clit while he fucked her. Then he bit the
side of her neck and the stinging pain was the catalyst she needed to make the
words come tumbling out of her. Before the synapses in her brain could fully
relate the message of what they intended her to say, she found herself uttering
some of the dirtiest words she had ever before thought of, let alone said out
loud. To a man.

“Fuck…Ben
,” she panted. “Yeah, gimme that big hard
cock. Oh, fuck me harder, baby.”
Shit,
she sounded like a porn star.

He must have enjoyed it, though, because he complied on a
bestial moan. The rough pounding of his dick hit her right up against that
special place deep inside. Then he shifted so that the angle was even deeper,
bumping up against her cervix with every hard thrust, making her cry out into
the dark room. One of her hands fisted in the sheet in front of her while the
other gripped Ben’s arm, nails digging into his skin. She could feel the
tendons in his forearm moving as he worked her aching bud in delicious circles
with his fingers. All the while keeping up with the brutal speed of his
fucking.

Emma felt her eyes lose focus and as her head fell back to
rest against his shoulder more words came spilling out of her mouth of their
own volition. So lost was she in the moment that she no longer needed his
prompting. “
Uhn
…Ben, you fuck me so good. I want you to pump my pussy
full of your cum,” she whimpered.

And he. Lost. His. Shit.

One second she was on her hands and knees in front of him
and the next he had pulled out of her and she was on her back with him between
her legs, pushing her thighs wide to accommodate him. With no warning at all,
he thrust back up inside her, fucking her wildly as he draped his body over
hers.

The kiss he gave her then was greedy, wet and filthy. And
she loved it.

Grabbing behind her knee, he lifted her leg higher upward
and further outward so that he could go deeper. He pulled almost the whole way
out then slammed back into her and stopped.

That’s when he started rotating his hips, brushing the top
of her slit with each pass and rubbing right up against her G-spot with
unerring accuracy. Now it was Emma whose mind was blown.

“Yeah,” he ground out. “Take it. Take it deeper, Sugar.” He
started to thrust again, his rhythm fast and hard. “Feel me fucking you.”

“
Ben
.” The name spilt from her lips on a broken sob.

His free hand moved from her hip to rub over her clit with
his thumb. Just one pass was all it took to have her going off like a rocket. She
dug her nails into his back as she screamed wordlessly and fireworks went off
behind her eyes.

All the while he fucked her through it, then murmured
against her lips, “You’re gonna make me come so hard, Emma.”

Just those words alone were enough to send her body back up
that hill to teeter on the edge of orgasm. So she thought she would add some
words of her own, knowing now what it took to set him off.

“I want it,” she whispered. “Give me your cum, baby.”

He growled and she shivered, her thighs trembling around his
waist. He looked down at her with hooded eyes and licked his lips. Needing to
taste him, she arched up and sucked his full bottom lip into her mouth, letting
her teeth scrape across his flesh before she released him.

That did it. He let go on a deep, full-throated moan. She
felt his body shake as his cock pulsed inside her, once, twice, then a third
and fourth time. His tremors set off another orgasm deep inside her pussy as
his hot cum flooded her inner walls.

When his orgasm passed through him, he collapsed on top of
her and she welcomed the weight of him, loving how his hot body pressed her
into the mattress as he buried his face in the hollow of her neck.

Eventually, after long moments, he rolled off her onto his
back beside her. It occurred to her as they lay there relearning how to breathe,
how completely dazed she felt. Exhausted in the best possible way.

“What’s with that cute little smile on your face, Sugar?”
Until his rough voice reached her ears, she hadn’t even been aware she
was
smiling. And he thought it was cute? For some reason, that thought had her
heart fluttering pleasantly but she couldn’t fathom why.

“Oh, nothing. That was just…intense.” And she wouldn’t
change a single detail.

The amused grunt she got as a response was the equivalent of
an outright laugh from him and she smiled wider.

“And,” she said, facing him only to find him staring at her.
“I didn’t need to say coffee once.”

His amber eyes warmed before his gaze dropped to her mouth. Licking
his lips, he said, “I’m glad.”

They lay there like that for a while, in companionable
silence and when she snuggled up to his side to rest her head on his chest, he
surprised her by wrapping his arm around her to pull her closer.

Idly, she ran her fingers up and down his chest, then lower
to trace the roped muscle of his abdomen. As her fingers came back up, she
traced his ribs and felt the rough skin of his elongated scar. The question
about how he had acquired this lovely little souvenir once again entered her
mind. The need to know more about him—any little scrap of information that he
was willing to give—bubbled up inside her. She had slept with him twice now,
both mind-blowing, body-rocking experiences, but she still knew virtually
nothing about him. The man was an enigma that her natural curiosity wouldn’t
leave alone.

In her completely satisfied, post-coitus state, the question
popped out of her mouth before she thought about it. “Where did you get this?”
she asked tracing the puckered skin on his side.

It was a fairly innocuous question, so she was somewhat
startled when his entire body stiffened against her. The idle way his fingers
had been sifting through her hair ceased abruptly.

A split second after he had gone all rigid, he relaxed into
her again, taking the hand that was running over his scar into his own and
twining their fingers. But she had felt him tense up. He hadn’t been quick
enough to hide that from her.

“It was something stupid. Me and Adam jacking around when we
were kids. The scar is just a nice reminder not to climb suspicious-looking
trees over wooden fences. No big deal.”

That story might have held some weight had he been able to
meet her eyes while telling it. And though his body was loose and at ease, his
impersonation of a brick wall was uncanny. Soooo, sensitive subject? Not
wanting to pry, she let it drop but now she was even more curious than she had
been to begin with.

Rising up on his elbow, he peered over her body to take a
gander at the digital clock on the nightstand. Following his gaze, she saw that
it was a little after three a.m.

“Damn,” he murmured, rubbing his face before sitting up. “I
gotta go.” He stood and started getting dressed.

She sat there for a few minutes, watching him as she
processed what he had just said. Then she found her voice.

“Really? It’s the middle of the night. You can just stay
here if you want to.”

Turning to face her, he shook his head. “I have to be at the
site in about four hours. I don’t wanna wake you up when I get ready to leave.”
He shrugged. “Besides, all the shit I need is back at my place anyway. So it’s
just easier.”