Page 118 of Just for the Plot

I need this.

I need to get off.

So I use his chest to support me while my hips move faster, his length driving along my clit, creating such delicious friction.

“Fuck, I need to stop.”

“Then stop,” he says, his hands finding my hips again, but insteadofstopping me like I thought he would, he encourages me tomove faster, to grind down harder on him, to use him the way that I want to.

“I…fuck,” I whisper as what feels like every cell in my body starts to tingle.

No, I should stop.

I shouldn’t be riding him.

I shouldn’t be using him.

I shouldn’t be…

“Oh God,” I moan as his hips thrust up against me.

Fuck, yes. I can’t stop. It’s too fucking good.

My fingers curl around the fabric of his shirt, bunching it in the middle of his chest, tugging on the buttons until one of them pops open. A small gasp pops out of me as I stare down at his small patch of exposed skin.

Tan, strong…

And then to my horror, I undo the rest of the buttons, ripping his shirt open until his bare chest is visible and fully on display.

He does nothing about it, other than encouraging me with his hands and smirking up at me.

So, being completely out of my mind, I let my hands run up his exposed chest, feeling every contour and divot, the thickness of his pecs and the stiffness of his abs.

“Fuck, your body is incredible,” I say absentmindedly as I lift off his lap for a second and then lower back down, letting his hard length spark a fire that I need to chase.

His hands slide up to my waist, where his fingers glide against my exposed skin, the heat of his touch adding to the inferno building inside of me.

“God, I…I should stop. Tell me to stop, Bennett.”

“No fucking way,” he says as he thrusts up at me, pulling a moan past my lips.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t… Oh God.” I squeeze my eyes shut and dig my fingers into his skin as I rotate against him with force, his hard, thickcock hitting me in just the right spot as I ride out the feeling, the friction billowing between my legs until I’m panting and every last piece of me feels like it’s pulling into my center.

“Goddamn it,” I whisper as my body tenses.

“Fuck,” he whispers, his hips moving with mine, the quiet sound of his pleasure sending a wave of chills over me, and it’s so simple, so small, but it’s what I need. It turns me on more than anything else and I grind down on him a few more times before I’m losing myself in the feel of my orgasm tipping me over the edge and sweeping me up into a blissful state of mind where there’s nothing but me and Bennett and the way he’s making me feel in this moment.

“God, Bennett,” I moan just as he stills beneath me and groans, the sexiest sound I think I’ve ever heard as he comes as well, leaving us both in a state of shock.

His hips lower from where they were tipped up into me and I loosen my grip on his chest, taking in the red marks I left on his skin.

And then, as if we both know it at the same time, our eyes connect and I can see the desire in his.

And yet, I feel the confusion in mine.

I wet my lips, catching my breath as fear starts to ratchet up my spine, because this…this shouldn’t have happened. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t know—

“Don’t,” he says, breaking my thoughts.