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Lacey

H overing over me, Benny used one hand to balance himself. He used one finger on his free hand to pull the vest I’d unbuttoned off my shoulders. When he bent over and kissed my shoulder, this suddenly felt like a lot more than just the one-night stand I was expecting it to be. He was doing exactly what he grumbled under his breath about me doing, getting feelings involved.

I liked how he didn’t immediately try to put his dick in my face or try to get me to touch him. I knew it wasn’t due to lack of arousal because of the thick bulge in his pants. This was what an honorable man looked like in the wild and I was loving every second of it. Also, this man was clearly packing some serious heat behind that zipper.

He stroked the back of his finger down my neck, sending shivers down my spine and causing my nipples to get hard. For some reason, although I was here to get pleasured by him, the fact that he could turn me on with so little effort embarrassed me. I couldn’t help but wonder if something like that would make me seem easy in his eyes.

When his hand moved to flip back the other side of my vest, it slid down my arms. “You can change your mind about this anytime. Just tell me to stop. I’ll stop no matter how far we’ve gone.”

“That’s real sweet of you,” I stammered, trying to get my arousal under control.

Benny—or Rebel as I should probably start thinking of him as now—tilted my chin up to look into my eyes. “No. That’s not me being sweet. That’s the bare minimum you should expect from any man you’re allowing to see your beautiful naked body.”

I jerked my chin out of his hand and frowned at him. “Yeah, of course I know that. I was just trying to be polite. Why do you always have to get weird?”

Rebel pushed up off the bed with both hands. “Well, that fucking went bad pretty damn fast.” Stabbing one finger in my direction, he added, “And it wasn’t my fault this time.”

I grabbed his finger and pulled him back down. “Don’t know where you think you’re going. Your queen hasn’t even been serviced once, and you made promises to her.” Before he had a chance to argue, my hand dropped down to the front of his pants, and I tugged him closer.

When he landed back in position on one hand, he shook his head. “There’s something strange going on with you. You’re the one and only woman who’s ever still wanted to fool around after I pissed them off.”

“Socially awkward people like us, need a three-strikes and you’re out rule. The way I see it, you’ve got two more strikes.” I gave him my most brilliant smile to take the sting out of calling him socially awkward.

“Goddammit, I never thought I’d meet a woman who’s too cute and fun to say no to, but here you are in the flesh.”

“Yeah, I’m all kinds of fun in bed. Better not pass up your opportunity to have sex with me while you can,” I joked.

“Nice try. We’re not having sex. We’re fooling around and I’m giving you tons of orgasms.”

“I’m still game for that plan. You can’t blame a girl for trying.”

His hand reached round to slide the zipper on my skirt down. “Trust me, no woman leaves my bed without having her fill.”

Even though that did nothing to make me feel special, I soldiered on. Rebel was odd, quirky, and argumentative, but I was still all kinds of attracted to him and wanted this one-night stand to work out for us both. That’s why my whole body lit up when he slid my skirt off and gazed down at my black lace panties. When I moved my legs, I could tell that I was drenched purely from being kissed and touched by him.

It felt like some kind of rebound effect. I tried so hard to keep him at arm’s length and convince myself that I wasn’t seriously attracted to him, that I had tons of repressed sexual need. Now that I’d opened that door, my desire for him had doubled and then tripled seemingly all at once. I didn’t know what to make of this situation. For once in my life, I was winging it.

My head tipped back when I felt him kissing his way up my leg. It was like being worshiped in a way I couldn’t readily describe. I couldn’t imagine what he got out of rubbing his face against the wet crotch of my panties until I heard him murmur something about how good I smelled. It made me cringe a little because I didn’t believe that was true and it reminded me that he might not like the way I tasted. I didn’t know why I worried about that because within seconds he had pulled my panties off and his tongue was on me. I was so excited that it was becoming hard to keep my train of thought. He abruptly stopped and moved up my body.

“Love how wet you are. But I want to start at the top and work my way down. That way, I don’t miss anything important.”

When he dipped his head for a kiss, I could taste myself on his lips. That thought drifted away as our tongues tangled again. My hands went to slide up the bulging muscles of his chest. Everything about Rebel was perfect. Although I couldn’t say I loved his rebellious nature, I was growing accustomed to this personality quirk.

I reveled in his kisses, thrilled when he moved down to kiss my neck because under his lips, I learned that my neck had several spots that spiked my arousal when kissed and licked. Rebel knew exactly what he was doing. What seemed at first like playful exploration, became a quest to see how many places on my body could provoke a sexual response.

I was already about to explode by the time he made it to my breasts. My generous breasts almost seemed smaller in his big hands. He squeezed them just right, firmly but not so hard it hurt. When he teased my nipples with his mouth, my eyes practically rolled back in my head.

When one of his hands drifted down to stroke my clit while he sucked on one nipple and then the other, I moaned with pleasure.

He whispered proudly, “You like that, don’t ya, beautiful?”

I nodded, breathless and on the edge of coming hard. When his hand moved away and he rolled over on his back, I was so frustrated that it turned into irritation. He slapped his chest and said, “Get your pretty ass up here. I want you on my face so I can lick your pussy properly.”

All my irritation evaporated in an instant. I’d never sat on a man’s face before. And it was one of the things on my bucket list, so needless to say, I eagerly crawled into place. It occurred to me to ask at the last minute, “Are you sure I’m not too much?”

“I’m fucking sure that if you don’t stop worrying about shit like that, I’m going to turn you over my knee for the sexiest spanking of your life.”

My nostrils flared with anger and indignation. “You wouldn’t dare.”

Wrapping both hands around my thighs, he said, “Try me,” before pulling me down so he could reach my pussy with his mouth. Then he went to town, like licking my pussy was the best thing in his world.

I was so overly aroused that I almost came when his tongue lightly moved over my clit the first time. I knew he wouldn’t like that, so I fought it and failed miserably. This man didn’t even have to look for my g-spot because I came hard after just a few minutes. He eased up, running his tongue though my slit and stopping to tongue my opening before going hard at my clit again. The sexy bastard made me come with his mouth three times before I made him stop.

Somewhere along the way, he’d unzipped his pants to set his python free. I know he’d said that we’d only be fooling around, but by that time all bets were off. Without missing a beat, I moved down and lowered myself over his thick, hard cock. When he was notched into place and my still convulsing pussy was ready to take his cockhead, I told him. “We can stop anytime. Just tell me no.”

“Fucking hell, ain’t no man saying no to the softest pussy in the world kissing his cock head. If you want me tonight, I’m yours.”

I felt my face light up because that was exactly what I was hoping he would say. “Get ready because I am not going to be gentle.”

He jerked his chin at me, “Come on then. Give it your best shot.”

Rebel was cocky, sure of himself, and didn’t tolerate my self-conscious bullshit for a hot second. I kind of liked that about him. I slowly sank down on his thick cock, feeling the stretch turn into a burn. He must have sensed it or saw a pained expression on my face because he grabbed my hips, gently chiding me.

“There’s a difference between not going easy on me and not going easy on yourself. There’s no place for pain in the pleasure we share. Think you can remember that?”

I stopped biting my bottom lip long enough to nod. “I’ll remember. When it comes to you, I’m just way too eager, that’s all.”

He slowly released me with a warning, “Go slow. You can take me. I know you can because I’m going to fucking die if I can’t have you tonight.”

Something about the desperate tone of his voice got me to relax. We were both on the same page. I didn’t need to hurry before he got frustrated with waiting. Going at my own pace, I rocked up and down on his cock until my hungry pussy had somehow managed to swallow it all.

“I feel so full of you.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say.”

I slapped his chest, frustrated that he was talking about other women again. “I don’t want to hear about all the women you’ve fucked. Not ever.”

A smug expression slipped onto his handsome face. “You’re getting a little possessive over the man you didn’t want anything to do with just this afternoon.”

I rose up and slammed back down on his cock, making him gasp.

“That was fucking naughty. You planning to tame my mouth by using the soft clench of your pussy on my cock?”

I smiled down at him, “It sounds real dirty when you put it like that.” I continued moving on him, setting up a pace that made us both pant.

He gritted out, “I gotta warn you, that sounds like a pretty fucking effective plan.”

Moving harder and faster with his hands clenched around my waist, I told him, “Bet I can make you come before me.”

“A sex bet? Count me in. What exactly are we betting again?”

Thinking it over, I told him, “If you lose, you give me a pedicure, the full works.” Truth be told, it was simply the most bizarre thing I could come up with on short notice.

Rebel chuffed out a strangled laugh, almost losing the bet before he made it. When he managed to get control of himself again, he muttered, “Okay, and if you lose, then you have to wear my property cut for a whole weekend.”

I’d seen the property cuts that Zoe and Alison wore, and for some reason the thought of being in Rebel’s property cut made me even more turned on. However, Mama didn’t raise no quitter, and I wasn’t about to lose, so I said, “You got it.”

Then I went to town on this hot biker, intent on winning this bet. At one point he was biting his bottom lip. Another, he was practically growling at me with one side of his top lip pulled back in a sexy snarl. My favorite was when his head was thrown back and he was staring at me, his eyelids mere slits. No matter how hard I went at it, this man refused to come.

What I hadn’t counted on was him bringing one hand down to stroke my clit. The second he made contact I was fighting it for all I was worth. Just like when he had his mouth on me, I lost bigtime, having an orgasm so strong it felt like the top of my head was going to explode.

He stilled deep inside me, his cock throbbing against my still-spasming walls. It felt like having something filling up every inch of me with something that had a heartbeat of its own, which I supposed was kind of true.

I eventually collapsed on his chest, feeling limp and drained of energy. When I managed to catch my breath, I slapped his chest and said, “Not fair. You were supposed to just lay there and take it, not make me come by touching my clit.”

“Haven’t you heard that all’s fair in love and war?”

I propped my head up on my hands, which were still resting on his chest. “Remind me, which is this, love or war?”

Rebel gazed down at me with a mischievous expression on his face. “Haven’t figured that out yet, darlin’.”

“Well, I’m never doing that again.”

I barely got the words out before he deadpanned back, “Yeah, you are. You liked riding my cock too much to never do it again.”

“I meant making bets that involve your ability to hold out longer than me. I’ve never heard of a man with that kind of stamina.”

“You do not want to know what I had to do in order to win that fucking bet with you.”

“Now that you brought it up, you can’t not tell me. Come on, out with it,” I coaxed him.

“I was calculating power in watts for a circuit with one hundred and twenty volts and twenty amperes, then switching it around to work out amperes using power and voltage with power.”

I tried and failed to hold in the laugh that burst out of me. “You thought about electronic calculations while we were fucking in order to win the bet?”

“Yeah, and it worked great. As long as I wasn’t thinking of the soft clench of your pussy around my cock, I was able to hold out like a champ.”

I laid my head down on his chest, still feeling his cock quietly throbbing inside me. “Doesn’t thinking of that detract from the enjoyment?”

He shrugged, “I want to see you in my property cut. Maybe next time I’ll hold off the math and focus on how your pussy milks my cock dry.”

“Sometimes, I don’t know whether to take you seriously,” I said.

Rebel responded, “I’m always serious, baby, on one level or another.”

“Umm, cryptic. Just what I need after mind blowing sex.”

That’s when he rubbed one hand down my back and back up again. “What you need after mind blowing sex is another round of the same.” Giving me a little jostle on his cock, he added, “What do you say? Are you up for another round?”

I really shouldn’t be, but I could already feel myself getting wet. I glanced up to find an endearingly hopeful expression on his face. I pushed myself into a sitting position, feeling his cock come to life again. “If I’m not mistaken you wanted to hold off on sex and now, you’re up for more.”

“Don’t worry, I’m still gonna arrange for us to have an amazing date night. We’ll just have blush and pretend it’s our first time together.”

Rebel was insatiable, but then again, so was I. We had sex four times before the sun came up, each time was just as amazing as the last, and by the time we both crashed with exhaustion I was already thinking about when we could do this again.