Page 8 of Theirs

“You wanna stop and get something to eat?” I tease him, I know exactly what he’s hungry for. “There’s a really good food truck down the road from here.”

He kneels down on the floor of the car in front of me, and I gasp as he places a hand on each of my knees.

“Lavender, I want to feast on you ...” he says, practically begging at my feet. “May I?”

“What?” I gasp. “Why?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I want to taste you.”

I try not to think about how the first time I saw him, he was eating out another woman. How many women has he been with this week? Was it actually two at the auction, or was he lying? I’m not a prude, I get the average person is probably hooking up with many people at once, but... you know what? Screw it! Let’s see if the rumors are true. If any man is going to make me cum, it’s got to be the infamous Dr. B.D. according to the gossip columns.

I unbutton my jeans, and yank them down my thighs. I glance at Ben and pleasure passes over his face as he helps me yank my jeans off. I unbutton the snaps at the crotch of the bod suit, and am immediately exposed to Ben’s hungry gaze since I passed on the underwear tonight. Ben wraps his arms around my legs and pulls my ass to the edge of the plush seat. The second his lips make contact with my pussy, I grip onto his slicked back, blonde hair, and try to tug him deeper into me.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I moan as Ben’s tongue darts out to plunge inside me. “Ben!”

I glance down just in time to see him smiling up at me, but his tongue continues to explore my lady bits.

He closes his eyes and moans against my heat. He’s not going easy on me, he’s actually tongue fucking me like he means it, like he’s enjoying it. I’ve been with enough men to count on one hand, and none of them were this good at giving oral. They all acted like it was a chore, like I owed them something in return. Benjamin is eating me like I’m the last woman on earth, like he enjoys this and never wants to stop.

His lips find my clit and he sucks on it, making me moan in ecstasy, and he continues sucking, bringing one of his long fingers to my core, pushing it in and out.

“Ben,” I gasp, tossing my head back but holding onto his hair. It’s going to be an ungodly mess once I’m through.

He pulls his mouth away, but keeps thrusting his finger, adding another. “That’s it, Lavender,” he praises. “You’re so fucking wet, you taste so good. I want you to cum all over my mouth. Can you do that for me, Lav? Please, baby.”

I shake my head, and look down at him as he places his mouth back over my clit, flicking at it with his tongue.

“I’ve never had an orgasm from oral... or any sex for that matter,” I tell him, not sure where my honesty is coming from. I’ve always been so embarrassed that I need my toys. Vibrations on my clit have been the only thing to work for me.

“How do I get you off, Lav,” he pleads, thrusting his fingers in. “I want your cum so bad. How do you get off?”

“My—” I gasp, as he pulls his fingers out to lick up and down my slit. “My vibrator, on my clit.”

As soon as I say the words, he takes my clit back between his lips and starts humming against it, flicking it with his tongue. Rinse. Repeat. It only takes him another thirty seconds after that when I feel my body start to clench.

He lets out a pleased moan, shoving two fingers through my folds, and it sends me right over the edge, my orgasm being drained from my body. Benjamin licks and sucks and savors me until I’ve stopped thrashing against his face.

He comes up with a grin all over his face, my cum covering the surrounding area of his lips. He sticks his tongue out to lick it, like he’s covered in the tastiest of chocolate. I want to lick him clean.

I don’t think. I grab onto the collar of his button down and pull him up and push him into the seat beside me. Climbing onto his lap, straddling him, and plunging my tongue into his mouth. I must have done the right thing because he grabs my waist and pulls me tighter. I lick myself off of him, and he moans against my mouth.

“You taste so fucking good, Lavender,” he breathes against me. “I could devour you for hours.”

A knock comes from the outside of the door, and I didn’t even notice that the car had come to a stop.

We both chuckle, and I run my hands through his hair, messing it up one more time.

“Who’s taking you out next?” he asks, wiping some of my smudged lipstick with the pad of his thumb.

“Alexander White,” I groan. “I’m not sure why he even bid on me. He didn’t speak to anyone that evening, and he only looked my way twice. I think he has a stick up his ass. He’s taking me to an opera next Friday. Not sure how he’s going to stay off his phone long enough to enjoy it.”

Benjamin laughs. “I know exactly why he bid on you.”

“Why is that?” I ask, fixing my clothes.

“Because he always wants whatever one of us has,” Benjamin says simply. “Jealous bastard.”

“One of you...” I ask.

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