Stone Walls (18 page)

He kisses my lips gently. “I was wrong.”

“About what?”

“Watching you sparring isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Making you come is.” He skims a hand over my flushed cheek. “I’m embarrassing you?”

“It is a bit mortifying to be scrutinized while in such a compromising position.”

He shifts to lie beside me. “Well, babe, I’d like to say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I’d like to say that I won’t do it again, but I know I will. Now that I’ve watched you in such a state, I can guarantee it will happen again and again and again. So you may want to get comfortable with the dynamics.”

I trace a fingertip over his chest, running it through his hair and down the center of his torso following his happy trail. When I reach the buttons of his jeans, I one-handedly release them one by one. “I’m a tit for tat kind of girl. You may want to get comfortable with that dynamic.”

He watches through hooded eyes as I slowly drag his jeans down his legs. I take a moment to admire him as he now lies in the same compromising position that I was found in earlier. His boxer briefs are tight enough to reveal what I’m about to become acquainted with. The sight of him is breathtaking. Before I begin to slide the last article of clothing off of his body, I consciously take a mental picture.

Unlike me, he doesn’t tremble or fidget nervously from my thorough inspection. He seems to relish in the way I devour him with my eyes. His heated gaze is only enhancing my visual. His erection springs free when I drag his briefs down over his hips and off each leg.

He is stunning, absolutely stunning.

Only until I shift between his legs does he show me the first signs of just how affected he is. His breathing becomes labored. When my lips first touch him, he clamps his fingers around the edge of the mattress. When I fully pull him into my mouth, my name falls from his lips pleadingly.

I’ve never particularly cared for giving a man a blowjob. It’s obvious now that I wasn’t giving the right man a blowjob because giving Ben one is affecting me as much as if he were the one pleasuring me. His eyes never leave mine. My right hand grips him at the base. My left hand rests comfortably on his thigh. He slides his free hand down his body until his fingers lace with mine. Each time I change my technique, each time I change my angle, his fingers tighten. The combination of my mouth and my hand drives him toward the edge. Once he’s there, he announces he’s close.

“Ella,” he warns, trying to pull out. There’s no way I’m stopping now. I’m about to send Ben Stone off his cliff.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck,” he rasps out as he releases into my mouth. He jerks beneath me, before going motionless for a few long seconds. While still holding my hand, he tugs and says, “Come here.”

I follow his request, aligning myself beside him. He tucks me under his arm, skimming his hand down to rest on the curve of my ass.

“Holy shit.”

I nod and smile into his chest. “Yeah. So I guess we’re even now.”

He flips us so he can hover above me. His arms support his weight, and he bends them, just enough until his semi-erection makes contact with my lower belly. I move my hips up infinitesimally to shamelessly rub against him. He feels it and presses into my hips, smiling as he does.

“That wasn’t a tit for tat, so no, we aren’t even.” He places a line of kisses from my ear across to my throat. His subtle pelvic thrusts continue to tease me.

“This isn’t a competition,” I manage to say in between my pants.

He pauses long enough to say, “Afraid you’ll lose?” before resuming his task.

“Losing is not in my vocabulary.”

He stops on the swell of my breast and looks up into my eyes. “By the time I’m done with you, the only words you’ll be uttering are
yes, please, more, Ben, don’t stop,
ending with
, Oh God
.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to debate because the moment his lips lock around my nipple, all words fail me.

I can’t get enough of her skin. The way it feels against my lips, the way it smells beneath my nose…she’s intoxicating. I plan on reducing her to a pile of mush. The blowjob she gifted me with was amazing. I’ve never received a blowjob from a chick that I’m actually into. I don’t mean physically because every chick I’ve been with I’ve been into. I mean in an emotional way. With Ella, it was different, more intense. It left me reeling. She left her mark on me. I want more.

The more my lips travel over her skin, the more she fidgets below me, the more I want. We are just beginning our sexual relationship. I hope it continues because there is so much more I want to do with her. I know enough already to see that she isn’t comfortable being the focus. I wasn’t lying when I said her feistiness turned me on. The more I cause her embarrassment, the feistier she gets, and the more my cock stirs.

“Stop moving,” I command forcibly. She levels me with a death stare. “I’m serious. The more you move, the more I’ll tease you.”

Fire ignites in her big brown eyes from my threat. I match her expression before bending to resume. I’ve been tormenting her for a while. I’ll go all night because I need more.

I’m only now focusing on her breasts. She lies on her back with her legs spread, and I’m settled between them. The heat from her pussy radiates through me. The more I travel south, the more she fights the urge to move. When I make my way to the smoothness between her bellybutton and her pussy, she moans and grabs the edges of the pillow behind her head.

“It’s not funny,” she says when she feels my smile against her skin.

I look up to meet her eyes and respond, “No, babe. It’s not. It’s about to get really serious.”

Her mouth parts when I drag my tongue directly to her clit. She gasps when I wrap my lips around it and pull. She then utters the first of the expected string of words I told her she’d be calling out.

God, she’s addictive.

She tastes better than I imagined. I get lost in the act, forgetting that she’s at my mercy and that she isn’t happy about it. The teasing pisses her off, and she barks, “Ben! Please.”

“Two more words to go,” I murmur against her, taunting her further.

When I cover her completely with my mouth, when I push two fingers deep inside, when I thoroughly eat her like she’s my last meal, she calls out, “Oh God!” and my job is complete.

“I’m always right and I always win,” I arrogantly announce while she still trembles from the aftershocks of her orgasm. “I know it’s low to announce victory while you’re incapable of defending yourself in any way, but I never said I play fair.”

“You suck.”

“That I do, and I guess very well according to your comatose state.”

She smirks, but her eyes remain closed when I lay beside her. “What time is it?”

“Why, did I wear you out already?”

She shoves me but doesn’t respond otherwise. I watch as she climbs out of bed, grabs my T-shirt that lies on the floor, and pulls it over her head. Shit, seeing her bare legs poking out from beneath it is seriously hot. It’s huge on her, and the thought of her naked skin under it further stirs me. She throws me a shy smile before she disappears down the hall. Once I hear the bathroom door shut, I grip my cock to get some relief. I’m so wired that I feel like I’ve been plugged in. Staring down at myself, I’m as hard as a rock. In spite of it, I will not be fucking her tonight, even if she begs. Fucking her would prove her point. I’m determined to prove her wrong. Either I’ll jerk off, or I’ll take a cold shower. I’ll make the sacrifice to keep provoking her.

She returns with two bottles of water. “It’s almost midnight,” she announces. She blushes adorably when she sees me still laying on her bed in all my naked glory. My cock stands straight up, and she quickly looks at it before averting her eyes. Embarrassed Ella is back. When she climbs back into bed, she leaves distance between us.

“Why are you all the way over there?” I call her out.

“I need to catch my breath.” She hands me one of the waters, and I immediately place it beside me on the end table.

“Come closer.” When she does, my hand snakes under my T-shirt until it reaches her breast. I kiss my favorite spot and admit, “I love you wearing my shirt.”

“It’s so soft. I may keep it.”

“It’s yours. Provided you give me a pair of your panties.” I nod toward the pair I removed earlier. “Those. Blue is my favorite color,” I add before burying my nose in her neck to inhale deeply. “Plus, they smell like you.”

Her skin heats below my lips, and she stiffens beside me. I can tell she’s still blushing without having to look.

“Are you hungry?” she asks, completely changing the subject.

“Not for food.”

“Okay, if I admit you won this round, will you stop driving me crazy?”

I shake my head and smile against her skin. “Nope.”

“I seriously hate you,” she murmurs after yet another orgasm. “I’m exhausted. I need sleep.”

“That makes eight, nine? I’ve lost count,” I brag.

“Shut up.”

I’ve been tormenting her for hours, slowly and painstakingly tormenting her. I have a serious case of blue balls, but having the upper hand tonight is very important to me and completely worth it. While I tortured her, she tried to retaliate. I put my jeans back on to stop her advances, and it pissed her off.

“You can take a nap now.”

“Why thank you so much,” she responds sarcastically. “Am I allowed to pee?”

“Sure, that, too.”

I kiss her once before leaving her room to grab something to eat. I need something to distract me. Once she falls asleep, I plan on jerking off in her shower.

When I return, she is once again wearing my T-shirt. I laugh at her pathetic attempt to stop me. “That didn’t work before, and it won’t work now.”

“I regret not buying the chastity belt I was admiring on
Amazon
.”

“That wouldn’t stop me either.” I offer her the bag of pretzels I found. “Want some?”

“No thanks.” Turning her back to me, she settles on her side with her hands beneath her pillow. When I move to my right, so my hip is pushed up against her ass, she swats at me. When I try to get even closer, she moans, “I’m raising a white flag.”

While crunching on pretzels, I laugh at her surrender. “I said you could rest for a bit.”

“How gracious of you. Don’t get crumbs in my bed.”

“Yes ma’am.” I toss the bag on the floor and spoon her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist.

“Don’t you sleep?”

“Not very much. Most of the time, I’m too consumed with a case, and the thoughts don’t shut off.”

I slip my hand under my T-shirt to feel her breasts.

“Please, no more,” she pleads.

“Relax, I just need to touch your skin. It’s so beautiful.”

I draw lazy patterns on her belly. After a few minutes, I think she fell asleep, until she says, “Ben?”

“Hmmm?”

“What made you decide to be a cop?” At my silence, she quickly says, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me.”

“I don’t mind telling you. I’d have to say the thought crossed my mind when I was a kid. There was a guy who was a family friend. He became a cop in our small town. I admired him.” I resume tracing circles on her belly before continuing. “When my dad killed my mom, that solidified my plan.”

“You didn’t grow up here?”

“No. I’m from a small town in Pennsylvania. It’s about an hour away from Cleveland.”

“So, why here, though? Why in New York?”

While my hands are still on her skin, she turns to face me. I pull her toward me resting my chin on her head. “The kind of crime I wanted to fight didn’t happen in my hometown. Once I got promoted, I chose narcotics to specialize in. Rob followed me into it.”

“You two met in the academy, right?”

“You’ve been checking up on me?”

She swats at my arm. “No. Andrea told me.”

“Yeah? What else did Barbie tell you?”

She pulls away slightly to look up at me. “She said you’re a good cop. She also said you are loyal to a fault.”

“She doesn’t know shit.” While Ella looks up at me, I place a hard kiss on her lips and then another. After a third turns into a make-out session, she groans and pushes me away.

“I must sleep. Please? I promise I’ll make you a good breakfast if you let me sleep.”

“Bacon?”

“Turkey bacon?”

“Ugh, that’s not bacon.” I kiss her nose and settle her back against my chest. “Sweet dreams, baby.”

“Mmm, sweet dreams.”

With every breath, her body feels heavier against me. I wait a solid ten minutes before I gently roll her onto her back. She is so stunning, even in sleep. I can watch her for hours, just drinking in her beauty. I revel in the calm that transforms her. It’s only in sleep when she isn’t trying so hard to be strong, to be resilient. Her defenses are tucked away, and her world is peaceful.

I quietly slip from her bed to go relieve myself of the throbbing that she’s caused both physically and emotionally.

With the visual of her staring into my eyes when I finally slide into her, I tighten my grip on my cock. Imagining what she’ll feel like when I do finally slide into her, it’s not long before I come violently in her small stall shower. I knew it would be quick, but this must be a record for me.

As I’m drying off, I take a quick look around and wonder if we can both fit in here.

Shit, I’ve got it bad
.

My skin is still damp when I slide in bed beside her. She looks so peaceful. Her hair fans out around her on the pillow below her head. Her lips look swollen from overuse. The sheets smell like her. My T-shirt rode up, exposing part of her ass.

I can seriously get used to this.

How can something like this happen? Let’s call what I’ve discovered with her as companionship. I’ve never craved it. How can it sneak up on you when you never even thought about it? When you never thought you wanted it? I’ve had plenty of girls in my life, and a few hinted at more. It wasn’t an option. I had no need for more.

Since sharing that first kiss with her, it’s all I want. More of her company, more of her body, more of her feistiness, more of Ella any way I can get her.

At the moment, I never want to leave this bed or her side.

The thought is ludicrous…and yet, it doesn’t scare me in the least.