Page 36 of Bang Buddies With Benefits
“Oh God, oh God, oh God.”Suddenly the struggle no longer seemed worth it, so I did what he’d suggested and let go, my body melting into the softness of the bed.
Zac hooked his finger inside my panties and moved the flimsy fabric aside, exposing my swollen, slick flesh to his hungry, heated gaze.
After uttering a low groan, he finally put his entire mouth exactly where I’d yearned for it to be—not just since we’d arrived here after the party, but from the first moment I’d laid eyes on him and he gave me a thorough once over that said he couldn’t wait until night, either.
The dude was basically sex personified, each crooked smile, eyebrow raise, and touch, a promise of sweat-dampened flesh and multiple orgasms.
He licked and sucked, completely relentless as he abraded the most sensitive part of me with his whiskers and tenacious tongue.
My muscles tensed, my oncoming release flooding my body with endorphins.
And then he lifted his chin a few inches, his infuriating smirk only growing at the scowl I fired his way. He draped his forearm over my lower abdomen, his fingers curling around my hipbone as his elbow met the one on the other side.
“Now, beg,” he said. “Admit that I’m the one in charge and ask me to pretty please finish you off.”
16
Zac
I’d always thought storm chasers were a special kind of crazy, and yet here I was, standing in the eye of a tornado. One that’d rip me to shreds if given the chance, and in that moment, I got it. The thrill, the rush, the immobilizing awe of such a powerful, destructive force.
Catalina gazed down her supple, gorgeous body at my face between her legs, my lips still tasting of her, incredulity and fury blazing in the depths of her big brown eyes.
Most of the time, I was a go with the flow guy. I preferred the simple life that caused so many to turn up their noses. But in the bedroom, I was used to being the dominant one. For too long, I’d let Catalina fill that role, not contesting it because booty-calls were for fucking not fighting.
But it was time she discovered that the real me wasn’t so compliant, and that she’d have to give if she wanted to continue to get.
“Zac. This isn’t funny.” The headboard wobbled as she jerked at her bound hands, and I checked the color to ensure she was still getting the circulation she needed.
“Agree to disagree,” I said, tossing one of her famous sayings when she was unwilling to cave back at her. “It’s certainly fun for me.” With the pad of my thumb, I traced the crescent of her hip bone, basking in the sight of her squirming beneath me, so primed and ready, an orgasm a few more languid licks away.
For such a tiny noise, her resulting whine was chocked full of anguish.
“Don’t expect me to feel sorry for you and cave—you know how to get what you want—what I can feel your body needs.” I replaced my thumb with my mouth, sweeping the flat of my tongue over the same semi-circle path before nipping at her flesh. Her skin pebbled, as did her nipples, pushing at the bows covering them with all their might—another great thing about my current vantage point.
She attempted to rub her thighs together, but I was barring her way, my torso preventing contact. “Yep, go ahead and keep fighting it. I could watch those tits and this ass”—I slid my hand under one cheek and kneaded it in the same firm, unyielding manner I’d employ for the rest of the night if I had to—“all night.”
“And what if I say I’m done? That you should untie me and go, and that’ll be that.”
“Then I’ll respect your wishes. You know I’d never forgo consent—I’m merely asking you to bend, just this once, and let me take the lead. If you decide you don’t like handing over the reins so you can simply enjoy the ride, it’ll never happen again.”
She crinkled her forehead, that incredible brain of hers spinning over the pros and cons, as though this were an important case she needed to win. That was what she didn’t understand.
“Submitting doesn’t always mean losing, Cat. You’re always so preoccupied while we’re doing our thing, trying to shut out… I’m not even sure what.”
This time, her muscles tensed in a different way, one that signaled panic rather than pleasure, and I quickly plowed on. “And I don’t need to know. But if you’re always so focused on shutting it out, you can’t forget about whatever it is. Let me take it away for a while.”
Silence stretched to the point it blared through the air, and I worried I’d pushed too far, despite referring to it so vaguely. Not that I could give it a name, as I’d never figured out what exactly she was purging herself of, only that the unnamed thing was a catalyst for a lot of our trysts.
A different expression overtook her features, one I struggled to read, as I’d never seen it before. Her head lolled back, and her eyes drifted closed, her dark lashes fanning her cheeks and giving her an angelic appearance—before now, I would’ve argued that’d be impossible on the woman, and I didn’t dare speak the comparison aloud, for fear it would break the ethereal spell.
Her breasts rose and fell with her deep inhale the huff that came out along with her words. “Listen closely, Izaac Tomassi, because I’m never ever going to say anything like this again…”
“That remains to be seen, and I have a feeling you’ll change your mind, but go on…”
One eye cracked open, the scrunch of her eyebrows asking what was wrong with me that I’d interrupted. I didn’t have a great answer, but what I did know is that I rarely liked it when people referred to me by my full name. The only one who still usedIzaacwas my mom, and grown-ass adult or not, it signaled I was about to get in trouble. Each time Catalina used it, however, made me crave hearing it from her lips again and again.
“For tonight, and tonight only, I surrender.” The rolling of her tongue on those Rs shot straight to my dick, leaving it painfully engorged and me questioning if I were still the one in control.
