Breaking All the Rules (6 page)

              “I dream of you any way I can have you,” Her voice was so strained it didn’t sound her own.

              The admission unleashed something primal, something possessive and downright sexy in Benson. She loved the sound of his moans, rough, yet sweet like honey. He lifted off of her and stood, taking off his clothing slowly as Mia watched with bated breath. He was in a hurry, but he wanted to watch her look at his body as he did hers. It was something she was extremely thankful for. For days she had wondered what lie beneath Benson Ward’s expensive three piece suits. She finally had her answer, and it was better than she ever could have expected.

              Benson was wide and toned. His body didn’t reflect a professional athlete’s, but it definitely didn’t seem like should belong on a billionaire businessman. His shoulders rippled with each movement causing the thick muscles in his arms to flex. His stomach wasn’t completely defined, to Mia’s happiness, but instead bore two deep lines that led down below his pants. A faint line of dark, curly hairs lie perfectly between the two lines, trailing down from his belly button. He paused for a moment, delighted by her reaction, before unzipping his pants and dropping them and his boxer-briefs in the process, easing out of them with expertise.

              Mia drank him in. Standing before her was the most perfect man in existence. His dark hair was tussled, even more so as he raked his long fingers through them for the tenth time. He gazed at her with eyes so blue, so reflective; she thought she may be able to dip inside his soul. From the sharp edge of his nose to his eager lips and tight jaw down to his graciously throbbing cock, Benson reeked of lust and pure desire.

              “Scoot up,” He demanded before crossing over and joining her in the bed. Much to her surprise, he didn’t immediately devour her. No, he had other plans in mind. “I want to watch you touch yourself the way you did that first night.”

              Her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t want to mess with the cold silicone toy, especially now that she knew how delightfully hot and hard the real thing was. She wanted the real thing, not an imitation and a fantasy. But more than anything, she wanted to please Benson. She was completely at his whim, there to serve the man. She nodded ferociously and turned her head to the bedside table, “It’s purple.”

              His eyebrows raised in eager curiosity as he leaned over her body, catching an unsuspecting nipple in his mouth. Benson wasn’t sure what to expect in Mia’s nightstand, but he was pleased with the results. The deep drawer housed a plethora of naughty companions. A handful of battery operated toys, an electric one that looked like it would be a damned good time, and a bundle of accessories like restraints, nipple clamps, and a ball gag all lie untouched in the drawer. His precious Mia had a dark side he was more than willing to explore. But first he had to get the exasperating images of her out of his head, lest he be riddled with wet dreams about her for the rest of his life. He found the purple toy easy enough, his fingers lingering on the glass butt plug beside it. Another time, though the thought wasn’t tantalizing.

              As he reeled back to sit on his knees beside the woman, she watched as if she were on the edge of her seat. She didn’t try to anticipate his next move; she waited patiently, as if she already knew of the fulfillment that was to come. Then suddenly, as if her brain flew back into motion as the result of the mashing together of her personal and professional life, she said:

              “I’m clean, and I’m on birth control. There are condoms in the drawer.”

              In his fit of blind lust, Benson had forgotten all the formalities and precautions that came with sex. In the past he had taken extra care for the steps, but with Mia, they were the last thing on his mind. He ignored her and instead thrust the toy into her hands, “Touch yourself, Mia. I want to watch.”

              He stay rested on his knees, his hand firm on the base of his throbbing cock as she lowered the toy to her sex, rubbing the head into her juices to lubricate it before plunging it into the depths of her pussy. She turned it on the lowest setting, and then clicked one higher, her chest rising heavily with the vibrations. Benson was sure he had never been so turned on in his life. He stroked his cock slowly, not wanting to go too fast and leave nothing for Mia. But with her breasts pressed together as one hand pumped the purple toy in and out, the other working tirelessly on her clit, it was damn near impossible to keep an orgasm at bay.

              She had clenched her eyes close the entire time, wrapped up in the pleasure. When she finally opened them, her body arching into the ambush of pleasure that accompanied her orgasm, Benson was waiting. It was startling to watch him watch her. The passion in his eyes turned their striking shade into something darker, more lustful. His mouth twisted from pants and strangled moans to his teeth leaving tiny imprints on his bottom lip. Their eyes locked and Mia was flush with another orgasm. She had dreamed of Benson Ward, and he was finally beside her. He was better than her fantasy, his cock longer and harder than it had been in her mind. His raw sexual prowess was so intense it rivaled her own. She pleasured herself without breaking their stare before she couldn’t stand the heat of his aching cock, just inches away.

              Though void of permission, Mia leaned to the side and took the member in her mouth. Benson tilted back, his fingers burying in her hair as he let out a loud swear, “Fuck! Mia!”

              She abandoned herself, leaving the toy inside her with the vibrations jolting, as she turned and dedicated her full attention to Benson’s cock. It had been dealt with negligence over the past week. She’d seen it painfully pressed against his jeans, felt it searing into her body anytime they were close. However, Benson was more focused on her, and she was more focused on the world altering orgasms he gave her.

From her side, she had leverage to a whole new angle for the blowjob. Benson tried not to look down at the beauty sucking his cock, knowing if he did, he risked filling her mouth with the explosiveness of his attraction for her. He couldn’t deny himself, though, and stole looks of pure passion. She’d cupped his balls with one hand and was using the other for support, pressing it at the base of his member. When her mouth would move towards the edge of his cock her hand would take its place. She sucked it with such enthusiasm and joy he wondered if she’d suck his soul out through the tip.

“Mia,” He strained through his teeth. “Slow down or I’m going to come.”

“I want to taste you in the back of my throat,” She purred. “You can fuck me later, come in my mouth now.”

“I vaguely remember you telling me you didn’t like having control in the bedroom,” He muttered. His voice wasn’t angry, rather, it was laced with erotic amusement.

She looked up through lidded eyes, her words buzzing on his cock, “You make me forget about all my rules, Benson.”

She had him. She had completely captivated him. With a violent thrust, his cock rubbed the back of her throat and he exploded. Mia milked him for all he was worth, eagerly swallowing his load as if it was a delicacy. She half expected him to roll onto his side and thank her for the evening with the way he shuttered and called out a mangled version of her name. But at the end of his heavy pant, he thrust her back and leaned over her. She was licking the taste of him off of her lips while she stared back.

“You drive me wild,” His deep voice was rugged. “Fuck, Mia. Do you know what you do to me? I can’t sleep. I can’t work. All I do is think about you.”

Her stomach fluttered. She craved more from him, more than she knew he provided. And instead of letting all her dreams and wishes spill from her mouth like a schoolgirl, instead of telling Benson she wanted him forever, she put on her seductive eyes and grinned, “You have me now, Benson.”

“You’re insatiable,” His voice was sandpaper. “And I’m starving for you.”

All of Mia’s attention was on the way he slid down her body, the dampness of their generate sweat aiding him along. It was painful to feel him. He tore the toy from inside her, shutting it off and tossing it on the ground in a swift movement, and then his calloused hands were on her thighs, spreading her legs out and coaxing her with the lullaby his mouth sang on her clit.

“You’re so wet, precious,” His sex drenched voice was barely audible, and if Mia hadn’t been so tuned in on every aspect of the man, she wouldn’t have heard it. His tongue flicked across her swollen lips and she cried out. “This is all for me, isn’t it, Mia? Tell me I make you wet.”

“You… make…. me…. so…. wet….
Benson
,” She panted, curling with each swipe of his talented tongue.

Mia lifted off the bed and into his mouth. She needed more of him, all of him. He took her to a different dimension with his body. His touch was fire and ice. Benson hooked her legs around his neck where they lazily rested, twitching every so often as Mia’s body surged and tightened. He rubbed hard circles into her clit for a moment before replacing his finger with his mouth. His cock hadn’t softened after Mia finished him, but with each thrust of his finger in her welcoming sex, it regained strength.

There was a new form of pleasure unwinding inside Mia’s sex. She’d experienced it before, but the wave didn’t often come from the hand,
or mouth
, of a man. She wondered if it would turn Benson on to watch her body be overwhelmed with pleasure, releasing a spray of juices. Gathering strength, she lifted her head, “I’m g-g-”

Benson felt her muscles contort in a way he’d never felt. He glanced down at her sex just in time to see the burst of clear liquid shoot out of her body. It misted on his face, coated his chest, and drenched the bed even more than it already was. His cock sprang to action with a painful ache, and he released her in surprise and complete and utter attraction. He was on top of her within a second, her own ravage juices dripping down on her slick skin.

His words were breathless and full of disbelief, “Did you just
squirt
, precious?”

“Hidden talent,” Her eyes flickered, amused at his reaction. “Though my vibrators are the only things that have ever made me do it.”

Manly triumph slid onto his face and then a carnal contortion of agonizing lust when she followed up with, “Let me taste myself, Benson.”

His once strong arms shook as he lowered his head to hers. She engaged him in a slow, tantalizing kiss, sucking his bottom lip. He was very painfully aware of how hard he was. He had to have her. He couldn’t wait any longer. With their mouths still together, he cradled her waist and positioned the head of his cock at her inferno. Just one slip and he’d be inside her. He’d finally have what was his.

“You’re not wearing a condom,” Her breath smelled like her sex. It drove him mad.

Benson cast her a look that neither could place before reaching over to open the drawer. Before he yanked it open, she grabbed his arm, missing the comfort of his body over hers.

“You don’t have to,” She wasn’t sure if she heard herself correctly, but the voice was her own. It was clear and soft, vulnerable. “I trust you.”

Benson’s chest ached with her words.
His
Mia trusted him. She had let him take her apart and devour her soul like it was a priceless meal. She had touched him like he had never been touched before, loosening the tight ball of nerves in his core. He had protected her, dined on her, and now she lay willing for him to use her. But even if she trusted him, he wasn’t sure if he trusted himself.

He opened the drawer and grabbed a foil packet, “I don’t want you to regret this.”

Before she could protest, he put the shield on and thrust into her. They both released a tense strangle of air and desire. Though he had played with her all evening, brought her to quivering orgasm a countless number of times and released a squirt of juices, her pussy was warm and tight over his cock. Mia thought his heat would burn her alive. Benson moved slowly at first, savoring each ridge of her sex. He pressed in, further and further, Mia’s tight breaths and little groans increasing until he was completely buried inside her.

“Benson, please,” She groaned against neck. “I need you to fuck me. Fast and hard. Please.”

“I won’t last long if I do that, precious,” His raspy sex voice seeped to her core. “I’ll lose control.”

“I don’t care!” She exclaimed, head thrashing from side to side. “Lose control. Fuck me.”

He pulled back, his body lifting off of hers as his cock reeled out. His fingers dug into the delicate skin of her thighs as he took a deep breath, looking at the beautiful scene below him. His night had been what wet dreams were made of. Mia, over-sexed and flush, was a fantasy. He had thought her up when he was a teenager and now she lie beneath him eager and desperate for his cock. He drove into her with all the force he could muster. Mia shook, crying out his name as her hands reached up and grabbed the ornate headboard. Her knuckles were white as she held, taking his cock with each deep thrust. The rhythmic pounding of his testicles against her, the guttural noises of pain and pleasure that escaped them both- it all faded away into a buzz. They were lost in each other’s eyes, stupidly unaware of everything around them as she convulsed with her final, strained orgasm. Benson didn’t break the contact when he buried himself deep inside her, releasing his seed with a jolting shake and a hoarse cry of her name. In that moment they were connected in ways others dreamed of. It was raw, it was passionate, and it suddenly became
so much more
than just sex.