Page 31 of Hush

Elise exhaled hard, stepping from her car. Tiny flakes were falling, barely noticeable except for the soft tapping sound they made on her coat. Up close, the little granules looked like the sprinkles she and Jaden sometimes put on cookies.

By the time she walked up the cleared path and climbed the steps, Ben had opened the door. Seeing him again took her breath away. He was, of all things, barefoot, and something about it, combined with his dark jeans and the chocolate-brown crew-neck sweater that outlined his muscular chest made her knees tremble on the spot.

He stepped onto the porch and drew her close for a kiss, his warm lips pressing firmly against hers, melting her worries away. She thought about the night before and the way he’d pleasured her, then kissed her with the taste ofheron his lips. It had felt so sexy, raw, and a little bit dirty. A shudder passed through her and she kissed him back, feeling her emotions start to sway and lighten inside her. Ben’s grip on her waist tightened, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her thigh.

Elise heard the moan escape her lips before she could stop it. Ben took her hand and led her inside, closing the door behind them.

Inside Ben’s house, a hallway led to a small sitting room and a series of doors. To her right, a stairway led to a second story.

“I laid awake thinking about you all night,” he said, kissing her hungrily.

“I burned the breakfast,” Elise said, remembering how her mind had wandered. It felt so good to have a man touch her the way Ben had. Was this what she’d been missing? Or did Ben possess some special quality that other men lacked? Either way, it made Elise feel like the luckiest woman alive. And maybe the horniest because whatever Ben was doing right now was making her body feel hot, shivery, and so needy that an ache was blooming from deep within her. How could this be? Ten minutes ago, she had been thinking about Christmas lights, yet now a wetness between her thighs was making her cotton panties stick to her flesh.

Ben removed her coat. Unable to stop herself, Elise ran her fingers under his sweater. As if reading her mind, he tugged it off and she stroked his bare chest, her fingers trailing caresses over every inch of him. Next came her sweater and his urgent fingers touching her, pressing her body firmly, as if trying to mold her shape. He pressed her against the door, and his hot, hard shaft rolled against the seam of her jeans. She felt her pussy clench, her hips shifting to get him closer.Oh God, she thought.He’s going to fuck me right here against this door.

Her mind went wild with lust as his hand slid inside her waistband. He popped the button of her jeans.

“I need to taste you again,” he groaned into her mouth.

Elise gasped as he swung her to the steps, setting her down and kissing down her body. While kissing her belly, he slipped off her boots, then tugged her jeans down.

She inhaled sharply as he nibbled his way back up her inner thigh.

He grazed her mound with his thumb while lighting little fires on her inner thigh with his tongue.

A shiver passed through her.

“No need to stay quiet this time, angel,” Ben said, piercing her with a glinting, fierce gaze.

“But, Ben, I…” she started to say, but, just at that moment, Ben peeled her panties aside and flicked his tongue against where she was pulsing and so hot a gasp shuddered through her.

Kneeling before her, Ben lowered his mouth, his tongue sliding against her like hot silk. He pulled her hips to the edge of the stair and widened her thighs, pressing her hips open to him. She felt his strong fingers spread her folds deliciously as his tongue probed deeper.

“Goddamn, you taste like heaven,” Ben said, his voice a guttural growl, as if some primal part of him had taken control. “So wet for me.”

“I’m sorry,” Elise said, feeling embarrassed.

Ben gave her a stern look. “Don’t you ever apologize for something as sexy as your juices dripping down your pretty thighs. It just makes me hotter for you, and that’s hard to believe because I’ve had a hard-on since I left your place.”

Elise sucked in her bottom lip while Ben continued to stroke her tingling, wet folds. He gave her a wicked grin and peeled off her panties, which left a sticky trail down her thigh.

“Let’s see how much noise we can make,” he said as he kissed back up her thigh.

Elise shuddered when his mouth met her quivering flesh again. She felt so vulnerable and exposed, flayed out on his stairs, no less, but the desire to give in to him was too delicious to question. Her hips welcomed him, arching with his slippery, hot mouth that knew just how much pressure, knew just how fast to glide. And then, Elise felt something truly wild as his fingers slid inside her opening, stretching her, filling her.

Reaching to grip something, her fingers found his hair and she held on for dear life as his fingers slid slowly in and out of her and his tongue built a roaring fire of yearning inside her core. Nobody had ever done anything like this to her; she never knew this could feelthisgood. Her breaths jumped into her lungs in sharp gulps.

The edges of the stairs dug into her shoulder blades as she opened herself further to him. Ben’s lips wrapped around her clit, his tongue teasing her aching hardness while his fingers slowly tortured her. Pulses of pleasure washed through her like ocean waves, spiking her desire so she felt reckless with need. Her hips went wild against Ben’s face and fingers. An almost desperate ache, so sharp it felt painful, began to burn low in her belly. Riding on its heels was a pleasure she’d never known, and she chased it, her brain emptying of everything except this delicious pursuit.

“Ben,” she cried, feeling as though she might explode.

Ben plunged inside her slow and deep, but it felt bigger, tighter, and she realized there were now two fingers stroking her most sensitive place. The reality of how much she wanted it struck her, and, in that moment, she let go. Churning upward into the sky like a rocket leaving Earth, Elise cried out and pressed her body closer to him, her hips matching his rhythm. Another cry escaped her lips as more waves of pleasure crashed into her, filling her with a warm, bright joy. She could almost feel the tiny bulbs in her brain light up with each thrust of his fingers, flick of his tongue, and the intensity of it wiped away everything else: the room, the stairs, her worries. There was only this one need, this one sensation. Elise cried out again and again until her thighs began to tremble. The shiver spread through her core and chest, her calves. She lay her head back onto the carpet and gasped for breath, the details of his house coming back into focus. But before she could truly come back to the ground, Ben was kissing up her belly, then, with a growl of satisfaction, scooped her up in his arms.

Chapter 13

Elise

“You win the award for ‘best use of a stairway’,” Ben said while striding up the stairs.

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