Page 183 of Just for the Plot

Because I have to. I know I can’t keep up the charade I’ve been living.

The last ten days felt like torture not having him around. Then seeing him in the hallway, begging for me to stay with him, I felt like I was denying my lungs air.

Every man up until him has been mundane and hasn’t fulfilled my desires…until Bennett came back into my life. I should have known that first day, when I moved to San Francisco, that buzzing feeling I felt inside wasn’t the thrill of a new chapter. It was the thrill of being close to my person.

I drag my hand down his stomach, over his delicious abs and right to his cock that is already growing hard again.

God, there’s something to be said about being with a younger guy.

“Fuck, baby,” he says as my fingers dance over his length before I grip him and start pumping. “Goddamn it.” He shifts and then melts into the mattress as I lift and stare down at him.

He’s so fucking hot.

From his angular jaw to the scruff that I can still feel rubbing between my thighs, to his stunning eyes, so sensual when they look at me when he’s deep inside of me—he’s intoxicating.

I straddle his legs, still pumping his length.

Cockily, he places his hands behind his head and smirks as I position him at my entrance and then sit down on him.

“Christ,” he breathes out, his chest taking a deep breath.

I do the same because I’m not used to him yet and how deep he gets and how much he stretches me out. It’s new and different and addictive, because no one has made me feel the way he does.

I place my hands on his chest and start to rotate my hips, over and over again, riding him in just the right way where he’s connecting with a spot deep inside me no one has touched.

A spot that feels so damn good that I don’t want to lose the feeling.

“Shit,” I say, my head bowing and my stomach curving, getting the most out of the angle. “Oh God, Bennett.”

“Mm, that’s it, baby. Ride me. Ride me hard.”

His hands fall to my hips and he helps me move up and down, swirling and thrusting over his cock.

“Jesus, I love your tits. They’re so fucking sexy,” he says as his hand palms one of my breasts and squeezes. “So perfect.” His thumb rubs over my nipple and I moan, my pussy squeezing around him. “Fuck.” He bucks up into me.

“Play with my tits,” I say, squeezing them together as I continue to thrust over him.

He palms them, massaging them and playing with my nipples.

“I want to come on them,” he says, staring in awe up at me. “I want to come all over you, mark you as mine.”

“Do it,” I say, the thought of him claiming me sending a thrill through me. “Come all over me.”

He growls and thrusts up into me harder while squeezing my breasts.

“Yes. Again.”

He repeats it, once, twice, three times…and on the fourth, I’m feral. I’m digging my fingertips into his chest and riding over him at a relentless pace, seeking out my own orgasm that’s building until he thrusts one more time, hitting that spot that only he can reach.

“Oh my God! Bennett, fuck!” I scream right before my pussy contracts around him and I come all over his cock, my body shaking with euphoria.

“Goddamn it,” he grunts as he flips me to my back, pulls out of me, and then straddles my body. His strong hand grips his cock and he furiously pumps himself over me, every muscle in his body straining, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “Fuck,” he grunts just as he starts coming, shooting himself all over my chest.

Pride surges through me as he slows down, the meaning behind this choice powerful, because now…I’m his.

He opens his eyes and stares down at me, a feral, hungry expression crossing his features as he takes his palm and spreads his cum over my chest while stating, “Mine.”

His.