She seemed truly stunned by that confession. The vulnerability stuck in my caw, and I pushed past it. Christ, it had been a long time, if ever, that I’d been the one confessing first, or at all. The roles were reversed with Laura, and I didn’t quite know how to cope with that.
“Truth or dare, sweetheart,” I said at last, when I couldn’t take her incredulous look one more moment.
“Dare… but this time, I want to feel it,” she whispered. Was it possible to die from blood loss to a hard-on? I might just be about to find out. She raised her hips, and I tugged her jeans down. She had on pale pink panties that were riding up her peachy ass. I warmed my hand over each globe, wanting to kiss them, lick them, and bite them.
“Here’s your dare,” I warned her, before I carried out her request again. The sound of my palm meeting flesh echoed through the room. She pushed her hips back into my touch and nearly undid me.
“That nearly hurt that time,” she muttered against the bedcovers, but her voice was warm. I rubbed a hand over the redness. “Truth or dare, Ben?”
“Dare,” I said, my eyes straying to that pale pink fabric, wishing I could rip it off with my teeth. Christ, she was young and innocent, scared, and on the run, and here I was, getting my dirty hands all over her.
The guilt faded as she smirked at me. “Ok, I dare you to kiss it better.” Her words lit me up inside, the beast of desire that had been tearing at its chains since I’d met this woman, suddenly freed.
“Sweetheart, if I do, it won’t stop there. I need you to know that,” I told her roughly.
She nodded, raising herself up on her elbows. “I know. I want to. I don’t want to talk right now. Let’s talk later. For now… just play the game with me.”
“You don’t need to ask me twice,” I muttered, moving myself across her, straddling both legs and taking her panties and jeans in my grip. I tugged them down her long legs, and then slid between, pushing her thighs wide so I could see her. Her skin was red, and I lowered my mouth to kiss it. My lips whispered over the redness as my fingers smoothed circles on the marked flesh.
“You suit my handprints, Laura,” I told her gruffly as I lowered on my hand down her cleft, stroking her from behind like I had last night. The sweet, tangy smell of her arousal filled the air, like it had yesterday. The difference was that yesterday it had lingered long after she’d run off, leaving me high and dry, whereas tonight, I was going to feast on it. I drew a finger down her wet slit and pushed inside.
She moaned, arching her hips off the bed and pressing closer to my face. I continued to kiss her skin as I pumped my finger in and out of her, and she grew wetter and wetter.
“That’s a good girl, get nice and ready for me,” I murmured to her, adding another finger to stretch her tight hole. Fuck, she was tight and slick as hell. I pressed her thighs wide apart, so she was nearly spread eagled on her front, and brought my face to join my fingers. I rasped my tongue up and down her slit, from clit to ass and back, while my fingers pressed forward. I moved in time to her hips, as they rose and fell. The little moans she let out spurred me on as I learned her body. She burst with pleasure suddenly against my tongue, sweetness flooding my mouth and the mattress, and I eased her through, grinding my aching arousal, still clad in its denim prison, against the bed, needing friction or else I’d go insane. She was too hot, the scent of her pleasure was too much, as was the sound of my name on her lips. I was losing it. The control of a lifetime, falling away, piece by piece, unmanned by this woman.
She turned, her body still pulsing, and lowered her hand between her legs. “I choose dare,” she said as my eyes fell immediately to her hand, working her supple folds.
My hands went to my belt, and I stripped off my jeans with an efficiency that I hadn’t possessed even as a Marine getting into uniform. Naked, I rose and towered over her. I fisted my length, stroking myself as I watched her fingers move. No woman had ever turned me on like this.
“Dare? I dare you not to make a sound and wake up Benji when I fuck you into the mattress and fill you up.” My voice sounded raw, like a hacksaw against silk threads. It was pure desire and want, a longing I’d never known.
Laura smirked, and brought her hand from between her legs, spreading her thighs to welcome me as she did.
“I’ll take that dare,” she breathed. I was moving over her before the words could finish leaving her mouth.
I grabbed her hand and led it to her mouth. “Taste how much you want me, sweetheart, and don’t ever try to deny it again.” She opened obediently, and I slid her fingers in, making her taste herself. Then I grabbed her hand and put it over her head, holding both her wrists with one huge palm, and lined myself up. I rubbed the head of myself through her folds, coating it in her juices, before pressing inside.
Fuck, she was tight as hell. It was like fighting a vice, as I pushed past her reluctant muscles, and after a long, strained moment, slid in to the hilt. I felt it then, a slight resistance, and her nails sinking into my back, before she relaxed again.
I reared back in shock, releasing her wrists, and her hands locked around my neck, refusing to let me go.
“Laura, this is your first time?” It was shocking and terrible. What kind of a monster fucked a virgin in a dusty old cabin, without so much as wining and dining her first? A thousand recriminations filled me as she arched her hips and glared at me.
“Yes, it is, and that’s my business.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you might be put off,” she said, making a laugh rumble in my chest.
“Sweetheart, wild horses couldn’t drag me from this bed and you, but I could have been gentler, or we could have waited.”
“I don’t have time to wait, Ben. This might be it for me, and I want it to be you,” she said finally. The feelings that had been swelling in my heart since I’d first met this woman, only a week ago, suddenly coalesced into something tangible and real. It slotted into the space in my heart that had been empty and aching. The place that longed for something more in my life. Just like that, I knew it was Laura, and it always would be.
“I should probably be a better man to deserve the honor,” I grunted and braced myself on an elbow, giving her space to breathe, while still being buried deep inside. “But I’m not even going to pretend that I’d let anyone else have you, even for a second. You’re mine, Laura. Mine. No one, not even the court system, is going to take you from me.”
With that, I started to move, and she clung to my body and my words, like I was a life raft in a turbulent sea. I lost track of how long I fucked her, and how long she arched against me, her pleasure crashing like a tide against me, again and again. I wanted to make her feel good, like I’d never want anything else. I wanted to unmake her with pleasure, and to pick up the pieces after.
She rose for a last time, when I felt my balls drawing up, knowing I couldn’t last any longer. I’d employed every tool in my arsenal to outlast her, and now, the end drew near. I circled her clit, finding the bud puffy and well-used, as I snapped my hips into hers, rotating my hips when I was in deep, just to catch those little hot spots that made her pant. She rose with her, and clenched me hard when she arrived. I followed her, gathering her close, my lips pressed against hers, as I emptied myself inside her. Shit, protection. I’d worry about that tomorrow. Right now, I was coming in the woman who had stormed into my empty heart and claimed all its attention, and nothing could spoil it. She was mine, and mine alone, and I’d take care of her, even if it meant that her, Benji, and I had to run away to some Caribbean island under false passports and give up our lives here.