Strangers with Benefits (Siren Publishing Classic) (21 page)

“Den-nnn… oh, baby… Oh!” He punted viciously and she rocked back into the flexing hips.

“That’s it, come all over me so I can come in you.”

She wanted his cum, needed the splash of semen the way she needed her next breath. It had been so long since she had that particular satisfaction as Den had taken care of rest of them with ease.

Raw With A Chaser

Den fought to control himself. It was a tricky thing as he had never had unprotected sex before. When he looked at Sidonie and realized he was going to finally be skin to skin with her, it was enough to make him leak on himself.

He would have been embarrassed if she wasn’t as hot for it as he was.

The head of him wept at the idea of feeling her with nothing separating them. Nothing to keep him from firsthand knowledge of how scalding she was inside, nothing to stop him from knowing how wet she was, and nothing to stop him from filling her with his sperm.

Fuck… that was hot.

He took her right against the door, her back pressed into the kitchen cabinets, and his cock jerked at the gush of fluid that spilled from her cunt.

It was so thick and viscous he knew she was a breath away from coming.

He lurched and drove forward again.

Damn, they could have been doing this since week one.

Why did he wait so long to make this appointment?

They were almost halfway at this point and he had been slow on the uptake.

“That’s it, milk me, woman.”

She rocked her hips and hissed through her teeth as they frantically gripped at whatever their hands could touch.

“Oh, Den… Don’t stop!”

“That’s not what you have to worry about.”

She tossed her head back and rubbed the crown all over the wooden cabinets as she emitted a high pitched whine. Her body was nothing more than a series of undulating waves that never ceased as she made the most pitiful expression he’d ever seen.

Her eyebrows drew together and he thought she was about to cry.

“Are you okay?” he asked, even as he kept driving his cock inside of her sucking sheath.

“Yes, please… don’t ss–stop! Ohhh…”

“Won’t stop.” He lifted her away from the door and walked into his bedroom. There were several moments he stopped, but those were all her fault.

She latched on to him, gyrated on him like a pole dancer, milked him with her slippery sex, and kissed him with hungry nips. Any of those was a distraction enough, but all at once?

It was a surefire way to have one or both of them break their necks in his hallway.

But what a way to go.

Although, there was more on the agenda than a mere bareback fuck. He planned a few things that would make her bowlegged and stupid for the rest of the weekend, if he had his way in the matter.

And with her, he normally did.

When he knelt on his bed, she arched back right under him perfectly postured for his plunges. From this angle, he was going to be able to drive so much deeper.

“Take over for a minute, while I get this gear off.”

He leaned up and unfastened his shirt, the pants were shucked with a kick of his ankles. By the time he was finished, he gripped the Velcro that held the Kevlar vest closed. He wore a T-shirt underneath and Sidonie sat up as she helped him pull it overhead.

The tee hit her square in the face and she sputtered. Den laughed at her wrestling with the white cotton until he realized she was sniffing it.

Damn, that was even hotter, the idea that she wanted his scent badly enough to huff it from his worn clothes. He snatched the thing from her and tossed it.

“You wanna sniff something, I’m right here.”

She winked and did something to the waistband of the skirt that made it flop wide open. The only thing she had left was a shirt and bra, but she quickly untied the top and it gaped open, too.

That was good enough.

Or so he thought until she wrapped her arms around him and he leaned back.

“The bra, too.”

She had difficulty as he watched her fumble with the fastener.

“You’d have to get off of me first.” She shrugged.

Fuck that.

He tugged the straps over her shoulder, and then off the arm one at a time and she quivered around his cock, the flutters threatened to unman him. It was so damn… juicy without the latex between them and he would be lucky to hold out for ten more minutes.

When she was exposed fully, the band of her bra propped up her breasts as if she were being served on a platter for his mouth. He dipped his head and when his mouth sealed around the nipple, she keened his name and dug her nails into his skin.

“Den, I love your hair.” She slurred sex-drunkenly.

She fisted both of her hands in the short length, which he hated due to the curly pattern he had issues controlling. The only recourse was to keep it cut as the minute it grew out, his hair resembled a steel wool pad.

“I hate it.” He chuckled.

“’S okay, like enough for the both of us.”

He did like one thing about his hair, the way she pulled on it. He wrapped his arms around her and they rocked back and forth, in mutual rapture.

“Love it… So g-oo-ood!” She groaned and shivered when she came.

Fuck, he loved it, too.

The slush and gush of fluids, the squeaked hiss of air she always released when she came down from her orgasm all served to make him lusty beyond belief.

Wow.

He couldn’t wait to do it again.

And again.

It felt as if he’d never had sex, the sensations seemed so new.

His mouth dipped back to hers and she scooted backward, leaving him to follow her across the bedding. They crawled with snapshot stillness, an inch at a time until her head was tilted at an angle with the headboard.

“Please, baby… please?” She whimpered.

He thrust one hand out to steady himself against the headboard and the other looped beneath her and up, so he clenched her shoulder.

“Hmmm?” he mumbled as he slipped in and out of her sodden sex.

“Please, don’t stop,” she sobbed with a hitch.

He rolled them to the side and Sidonie slid her knee up his hip and planted her foot behind him.

“Kiss me,” she demanded, but planted her mouth atop him before he could comply. Her mouth, soft and sensual, ate at his with slow presses of tongue and heated lips.

Her eyes never closed, seemed to never so much as blink while she sampled him. One thrust was met was the next and they became a single wave of flesh rippled with purpose. He didn’t even have to fight for his orgasm, he had to fight against it. Fight to hold back long enough to please her.

It was his number one goal to please her when they were together. He wanted her to crave him, the way he craved her. He wanted her to think about the way he’d taken her when she was alone. He wanted her to dream about it when she closed her eyes.

Fuck, he wanted a lot of things.

She got this helpless look in her eyes, one that seemed to ask for nothing but offer everything, and that only made him harder.

If he was a real man, he’d take her up on what her eyes gave.

He rolled them again and now she was on top. Sidonie wrapped her arms around him and dropped her forehead to his shoulder. Her hips never stopped moving, a bob and weave that sucked him and slurped him all at once.

Den fisted his hands into her hair and held her down, until he realized he could unsnap her bra, so he fumbled with the hooks until they released and popped free. He pulled it free and slung the twisted binding away.

She had little grooves in her skin from the thing. He’d never understood how women wore them every day that way. Seemed painful.

He held her and they rocked like that for an eternity.

Not really, but it felt like it.

Felt as if they laid there for hours, in a writhing tangle of limbs and hot lust. When he finally let go, he punted back within her a final salvo and exploded.

Den wore up to the scent of spices and his belly rumbled.
Hungry.
Not to mention, his cock was hard, too.
Horny.
He padded out to meet the smell and the woman that had created it.

Sidonie.

She didn’t see him, but he saw her. Her hips bobbed back and forth, the cheeks of her ass almost clearly visible beneath the T-shirt he’d tossed away earlier.

Hungry.

Horny.

Hungry.

Horny.

His brain flipped back and forth as to which need to fill first.

For some reason, he was drawn to her.

Like magnets.

Like a moth to flames.

She stirred a pot and shimmied, and then he realized she had her earbuds in. That wasn’t the smartest idea and he walked behind her in mid shimmy.

He didn’t say anything, just pushed her over the counter. Her head tipped into the huge sink basin and she squealed. “Oh, my god! You just took ten years off of my life!”

“I bet. Spread ’em.”

She was slow to move, so he thrust one foot between hers and kicked her ankles apart.

“Wait! The food will burn!”

He clicked the knobs on the stove and thrust home in response.

When they finished a few minutes later, they ate a bowl of stew she had made with some left over steak he had in the fridge and what she claimed were canned goods.

But he didn’t have anything this nice in his kitchen.

“What do you think we bought from the grocery store?”

He chuckled and shut up, only opening his mouth to shovel the delicious stew in it.

When they finished eating, Den rubbed his hand over his belly.

“You get to clean up since I cooked.”

“No way, since you made such good food and put me in a coma, you should clean up. Consider it punishment.”

She laughed and scurried off, leaving him to clean the little mess she’d left behind. When he finished, he heard the shower turn on and decided to help her wash her back. But when he opened the door and tip toed to the curtain, she turned the tables on him and sprayed him in the face with the shower head.

Den sputtered. “You don’t take me seriously enough.”

That led to a butt naked wrestling match sponsored by body wash and his bathtub. There was no clear victor, in fact, it came off as a tie. Especially when she grabbed his cock and he thrust two fingers in her cunt. By that point, it turned into a vicious cycle that neither of them wanted to back out of.

When they finished, he picked her up and carried her into his bedroom as they left a trail of water in the floor along the way.

“Lay down on your side,” he said after he’d set her on the edge of the bed.

Den grabbed a bottle of lube and a condom left from the last box.

She squinted when he rolled the sheath on. “What’s that for?”

“You’ll see soon enough.”

He laid down behind her and lifted her top most leg over his. A squirt of the bottle later, he warmed the gel on his fingers and rubbed over his cock liberally and smoothed a glob of it around her anus.

“That feels…” She gasped.

“Feels how?”

“I don’t know. Odd, I guess.”

“Okay, let me know if it’s too much.”

He used one finger to part her open and gently eased it inside of the dark rosette until he made it to his palm. She sighed and he took that as permission to continue. He eased back out until he was able to add a second finger and join it with the first one.

He spread the digits once he filled her with them.

“Oh, goodness!” she cried.

“Goodness, huh?”

“Ohhh, yeah.” Sidonie moaned.

“Then you’ll love this.” He removed the fingers from the tight channel and pressed his lubed erection in their place.

She froze up in his embrace. “I don’t think that’s going to fit, Den.”

“It will. Bear down on me when I enter you.” It had to. He was pretty certain he didn’t have the wherewithal to stop. He pushed forward and the head of him popped into the anal expanse, but he didn’t go any farther. Den used his thumb and plugged her cunt with it, soothing away the unusual feeling with a normal one.

“Oh!” She shivered and backed onto him with a request for more.

He gave it to her, not the full length, but a couple of inches. But she was greedy and rocked until he was halfway inside.

“Like it?” he asked as he stroked backward, and then forward again.

“Fuck yesss…” she hissed sibilantly.

“Good. I do, too.”

“Now, I know why you said double penetration. I want you in my cunt so bad I can taste it.”

“Believe me, I’m going to fuck you dumb tonight. Just lay here and enjoy it.”

She giggled. “Isn’t that what I’ve been doing?”