Page 32 of Falling for the Forbidden
He slides two fingers deep inside me, his tongue continuing to torture my clit, and I fall over the edge, my body twitching and convulsing on top of the counter.
Pulling back, Ben wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before taking himself in his hand. He teases my sensitive clit, then drops to find my entrance. “How sore are you?”
“Not sore enough to stop you.”
In one quick thrust, he’s inside me.
He grunts and stills for a beat. His eyes find mine and I swear I can see everything he’s feeling inside them.
“I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house, Lauren.” I’m not sure if it’s a warning, a promise, or just a bigfuck youto my dad, but in this moment I really don’t care. I also don’t have any argument because sex in every room sounds pretty incredible.
“What are you doing?” I ask the second he pulls out of me. I’m learning his body quickly and I know he’s about to come.
“No…condom,” he grunts before the heat of his cum lands on me.
Fuck, that’s hot, I think as I watch the muscles in his neck and shoulders strain as he works his cock.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” I admit once he’s finished.
“We need to be safe,” is all he says. I can’t agree more. An accidental pregnancy is the last thing we need.
“I need a shower,” I say with a laugh, looking down at my body.
“That sounds like a plan.” In seconds, I’m in his arms and we’re heading for the stairs.
My legs are still wrapped around his waist as he leans in and turns the water on. Once it’s warm, he stands us under the powerful spray. Ben slides me down his body as the water begins to wash away the sticky mess covering both of us.
“Turn around,” he whispers in my ear, and before I know what’s happening, his hands are in my hair and the scent of my shampoo fills the small space around us.
“Oh my God. So good,” I moan as he massages my scalp.
“You like my fingers, don’t you, baby?”
“You’re so cheesy,” I laugh.
Once he’s finished with my hair, his talented fingers skim over every inch of me, removing the evidence of our attempt at baking— “Shit, the cake!”
“Fuck. I’ll go.” Quickly rinsing off the bubbles from his body, Ben jumps out of the shower, wraps a towel around his waist, and runs from the room.
I follow a few minutes after. The second I open the bathroom door, I can smell burning.
“Safe to say that’s fucked,” Ben says with a laugh when he reappears. Suddenly, I couldn’t care less about the cake; he’s still just got the towel wrapped around him and droplets of water running down his pecs and abs. I think it might be my favourite look on him.
“Keep looking at me like that and you might never leave this room.”
“I can think of much worse things.”
“Me too. But we’ll save that for another day. Get dressed.”
* * *
“Where are we going?”I ask as we step out of the front door.
“You wanted cake, and we failed miserably at making one, so I thought I’d treat you instead.”
Not being able to argue with his idea, I fall into step beside him as he walks us past both our cars and out onto the street.
“Oh my God, I love this place,” I squeal as Ben leads me into the dessert-only restaurant not that far from home. The sweet smell has my mouth watering the second we enter.
