Throwing Love #2 (Throwing Love #2) (5 page)

Before I knew it, I was kissing
him back fervently. He tasted incredible and I suddenly felt warmth all over my
body. I felt heat between my legs, and I moaned when his tongue met mine again.
I couldn't believe how good I felt around him and how easily I got turned on in
his presence. Our kissing grew more passionate and he leaned into me. I felt
the front of his pants and was pleasantly surprised to find his cock was hard.

“Oh God, Bennett.”

“See what you do to me?”

He kissed me again, and I sucked
his tongue a little. I wanted him so badly, and I needed him to know that. “Oh
Bennett, I can't seem to get enough of you. You have so much power over turning
me on.

He chuckled. “Beautiful girl.
That is the best news I have heard all day. I feel exactly the same way about
you.”

“Really?”

“Are you kidding me? Look at you!
You are the sexiest girl I have ever known. Just looking at you turns me on,
never mind the fact that I get to touch you everywhere.”

I moaned. I loved hearing it,
hearing Bennett tell me things I had never heard before. It was so hot and
added to the intensity of the moment. I had never thought of myself as sexy.
But I was willing to believe everything that came out of that boy’s mouth.

Bennett cupped my jaw and put his
lips to mine with a softness that made me feel like we were being fused
together. I moaned loudly and parted my lips slightly as my hands roamed
through his hair, pushing my body up against his. I wanted his hands on me
immediately; I needed his hands on me. Trembling, I grabbed his face and kissed
him harder, aching inside for him.

He pulled me up from the chair,
and I giggled as he made his way towards my bedroom. He opened my door and
without turning on a light, he pulled me towards the bed. I lay down on the bed
as he moved above me. He was breathtaking – he had a rugged manliness
that made me want him inside me badly and he kissed like he knew what he was
doing.

He kissed me so slowly and
deeply, I felt like I was losing control of myself. I felt heady and emotional
and being there with him after my nightmarish week just made everything better.
I needed him near me; pleasing me and making me feel good. Each kiss he gave me
took away part of the hurt that had been inflicted on me. I loved the feeling.
It was addictive. His mouth had complete control over mine, and I wouldn't have
wanted it any other way. Sucking, nipping, and tasting, I was no longer aware
of where I was or what I was doing. All I could see and feel was him.

My body was consumed by lust for
the need for him to touch me everywhere. My lips felt raw and swollen. The
sheets had somehow ended up at our feet, but his body was so warm that I clung
to him.

Bennett pressed his lips to mine
and kissed me roughly, withdrawing only to let me catch my breath.

My chest was heaving, my heart
pounding in my chest. Without thinking, my fingers pushed into his hair and I
pulled him towards my lips, rushing his mouth. His tongue found mine first and
he lifted me up closer to him by my neck. His closeness set me on fire; he was
exhilarating as he made my head spin. I sucked his tongue hungrily, dying to be
with him, wanting him so badly.

Bennett got up and removed his shirt
and pants – and looked glorious while doing it. God he was so hot, even
more so when he was naked.

“Now your turn.”

I smiled mischievously as I sat
up. I pulled my shirt over my head and left my skirt on. I slipped my panties
off, however, and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Wow, that's so hot. You want me
to take you with your skirt on, sweetheart? I would love to do that. I will
fuck you with your skirt on, Emmi.”

I closed my eyes, loving the
sound of his voice, especially when he talked dirty to me. It was one of my
favorite parts of lovemaking – telling your partner how turned on you
were.

“You look so beautiful.”

I smiled. “Then get over here.”

He came to me and rose above me
once more. He parted his mouth on mine; our breath becoming one, and a delicious
shiver ran through me as our tongues found each other. My breasts rose and fell
as he ran his fingers up my leg, then possessively cupped my ass.

“You have such a hot ass.”

I just looked up at him, loving
the feel of his hands where they were.

A thousand flames were licking my
body all over as he touched me. I was dying of anticipation for him. I
shuddered as he caressed my pussy, briefly opening my lips with his thumb as he
sucked on my nipples. I bucked underneath him, and he laughed softly as he continued
to lick one of my nipples, tonguing it, playing with it, before covering it
with his mouth and sucking.

“Oh God, Bennett, that feels so
good.”

He ran his hands over my body,
growling, “Emmi, you knot me up and tear me apart.

“I want you in my mouth.”

He looked at me with surprise,
but that quickly turned to lust as he rolled over onto his back. I was
immediately on him and took his cock in my mouth. He moaned loudly. “Emmi, God
that feels good.”

I sucked on him hard, allowing my
tongue to swirl around his tip. I felt the tip of his cock hit the back of my
throat. He was nice and big in my mouth, and I ached to have him inside me.

“Emmi, you make me want to take
you right now. But I want to taste you first.”

I sat up as he pushed me back
down on the bed. I spread my legs for him, and he slowly rubbed his fingers
against my opening. The sensation thrilled me. I was already wet for him and
aching for his cock. I moaned when he bent down and lightly lapped at my
opening. He continued licking my opening as if I was an ice cream cone. He
stuck his tongue inside me, and I gasped. He began to suck my clit until I
thought I would lose my mind. I had already lost my ability to think clearly,
all I could see and feel was him.

“Please, take me, Bennett. I need
you badly.”

“You can have anything you want,
Emmi.”

He eagerly spread me wide, his
erection pulsing and hard as he flattened me on my back and covered me with the
heat of his body. His mouth was one with mine again and I could taste myself on
his lips. I felt myself melt underneath him. I clawed his back and he buried
his face in my neck, biting and nipping me.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I panted. “I only want
you.”

He pulled out and flipped me
over. I stuck my bottom in the air, and he rubbed my ass. He pushed my skirt up
so that I was presented to him fully.

The closeness to him, our limbs
tangled together, and my bottom against his cock – I had never wanted
anyone more than I wanted him at that moment. I wanted his tongue in my mouth
once again, but I would have to wait. Heat filled my veins as he continued to
massage my ass cheeks. He slipped a finger into my opening and finger fucked
me. I was so wet that I was dripping against his fingers. His cock was now
against my entry and every cell in my body knew that Bennett was now my mate
and I prepared myself for him. There was need written all over his face and he
was easily the sexiest man I had ever seen. I could see his strong muscles
clench, his body working as he pushed himself deep into me. Thrashing as a
sound of pleasure ripped through me, I pushed my ass against him, taking in
more of his cock. He muttered my name as he bent over and kissed my shoulders.
He thrust inside me as I moaned his name over and over again. I came against
his cock as he rocked inside me and I was panting as he followed suit, filling
me up. He slid out of me and rolled over on the bed. I followed suit and moved
up against his body. He wrapped his arms around me and held my naked body to
him. Bennett bit the back of my neck, holding me tighter than I had ever been
held before.

Summoning the energy to move
after that took a lot of energy for me, and I imagined that he felt the same
way. I was turned into him and was looking into his face, and I smiled when he
looked down at me.

He leaned in and kissed me on the
forehead. “That was fantastic, Emmi.”

“You were great, as well.”

“Are you tired?”

“Nope,” I said.

“How do you feel?”

“Hungry,” I said and giggled.

He laughed. “Well, I'm not
surprised. Okay, let's get dressed and see what we can do about that.”

Chapter Nine

I was in an after sex glow when
we left the bedroom and returned to the kitchen. I almost wanted to return to
my bedroom and try going at it a second time. Bennett just had that effect on
me. He had some serious bedroom skills and I was curious to try some new
positions with him. Why not? It would be so much fun, and I was willing to stay
in bed all day long if I had to.

It was then that my stomach
growled. Alas, food would be the one thing that kept me out of the bedroom for
the day. That was okay, I would be more than happy to stare at Bennett across
the table as we ate some burgers and had some beer. Or maybe we could try some
other culinary delight since we had already went for burgers, either way, I
didn't care as long as we were together.

We both sat back down at the
kitchen table and smiled across the table at each other. I picked up my coffee
mug and took a sip. It was still warm and I finished it. It tasted like the
best coffee I ever had after the sex that I just experienced.

I watched as Bennett finished his
coffee, as well. “Shall we have another while we figure out where to go to
eat?” The moment was so comforting that I didn't mind sitting awhile and
enjoying another cup before we got going. The sex had been so good that I was
still basking in the deliciousness of it. Damn, maybe we should go back in that
room.

“Sure. I can make food here, too,
if you prefer staying in?”

“No, I'd like to take you out.”

I smiled as I took both mugs and
got up to get more coffee. I felt incredible and couldn't have been happier
that I decided to give the dating idea another shot. I had been foolish to
worry about anything happening. The article was in the past and it wasn't the
end of the world, anyways. We were going to be just fine. I was happy and that
was all that mattered. We would take the world by storm and together we would
prove everyone wrong. I couldn't wait to do that and to see what the future had
in store for us.

I stirred cream into my coffee
and then brought both mugs back to the table. As I was setting his mug in front
of him, his phone rang. He smiled at me as he pulled the phone out of his jeans
and looked at the screen.

A look of confusion came across
his face and I wondered who the call was from. I sat down across from him and
took a sip of my hot coffee.

He answered the call and said
hello. Immediately, the mood in the room changed as I read his body language.
As his brow furrowed, he no longer looked like the man who had left my bedroom.
The conversation he was having was not a good one and I couldn't imagine what
had gone wrong.

“What are you talking about? What
does that mean?”

I could not hear the other end of
the conversation, but whatever the person was saying was making Bennett very
upset. I started feeling sick to my stomach and wondered if the conversation
had anything to do with me.

“What does that mean? I have no
idea what you're talking about?” Bennett kept repeating the same thing into the
phone, which worried me. Something was really wrong and he was having a hard
time processing the information. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he was
too worked up with the conversation to even acknowledge I was in the same room
with him. What could possibly be so upsetting that he would be getting
frustrated with the other person on the line?

“Are you kidding me?” Bennett
exploded and started yelling into the phone. I couldn't believe my eyes and
fear struck me immediately. I wasn't afraid of Bennett or anything, and I
certainly didn't feel like I was in any danger. The fear was from the worry
that I felt – the worry that the conversation was about me. I didn't want
or need any more complications in our relationship and the conversation was
really starting to bother me.

“Look, it wasn't my fault. Don't
you know that?”

Now I was really puzzled. What
wasn't Bennett's fault? I really didn't feel like it was my place to get
involved, but I was worried. I put my hand on his arm and without looking at me
he pulled away. What did that mean? He wasn't even looking at me, and I found
the whole scene very upsetting. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I fought them
back. I would not cry in front of Bennett. Not now, I wouldn't.

“Are you listening to me? I said
it wasn't my fault! Really? You know what? Forget it.” He hung up the phone and
looked up at me for the first time. I tentatively took a drink of my coffee,
unsure of what to say to him. Should I ask him about the phone call or was it
none of my business at this point? I was so confused and unsure of myself that
I was paralyzed in silence. What he said next was probably the last thing that
I expected.