Dammit. What should I do?
Once more, he delved into her, telling her what she should do is sit back and enjoy the ride. He stroked her insides and caressed nerves that made her cry out, almost laugh at the exquisiteness. Sometimes her Ben Wa balls would hit that area, but his fingers were constant, relentless. His other hand squeezed and manhandled her breast. She yelped when he pinched the nipple. Lust filled her head. She couldn’t process all the sensations assaulting her. The hand between her legs was the dominant contributor to her frenzy. She gripped the arms of the chair as if her life depended on it.
“Oh, Jesus,” she muttered through clenched teeth.
Her body didn’t know whether to squirm or stay still, relax or tense, contract away or press into his hand. She wanted the impending orgasm, but she was worried, too. What if she couldn’t handle it? What if...
His hand covered the whole of her breast. She cried out when he tugged her nipple harder while his other hand worked her tirelessly. Fingers curled inside her. Palm pressed to her clit.
Jesus. Now she felt like she needed to pee. Her knuckles turned white as she resisted the urge.
“Give in,” he encouraged. “Your body wants to come.”
The tension inside her had reached such heights that it would take hours to calm back down. The quickest way to relief was through explosion, but could she handle the force of it? What if she lost control of her body and pissed all over herself?
Must resist.
“Come for me, Kimani.”
His words, perhaps the sound of her name, was the lever that unleashed the dam. Several gasping cries tore from her as her body bucked uncontrollably against him. He pulled his fingers out.
“Oh, fuuuuck,” she sobbed as wetness gushed from her.
He plunged his fingers back in and caused another eruption to wave through her. He pulled out again, releasing another spray. As she feared, she had lost control of her body. But it was worth it, worth the euphoria that drowned her.
She lost track of how many times his fingers entered her. Her body quaked from the intensity. She couldn’t catch a calm breath. The area between her legs wasn’t just wet, it was sodden.
As he withdrew, his fingers grazed her clitoris, and she nearly shivered out of her skin. Control of her body lay in pieces about her. She stared into nothingness, feeling like a complete mess, a fucking amazing mess.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
She was so unbelievably hot when she came, Ben thought to himself. He’d finger fuck her again if he thought her up to it. His cock was screaming for release, to sink itself into her super-wet furnace. It was going to feel like a piece of heaven when he did.
“I—I messed up your sweats,” she whispered when she had recovered enough to talk. “I don’t know what happened—I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t know what happened?” he echoed, perplexed. “Is this your first time squirting?”
“Oh...”
It was. Ben smiled. Well, well...
“You should drink something, stay hydrated,” he suggested, sitting her up.
“Okay.”
She seemed surprised when he got up. He adjusted himself, though it did little to diminish the discomfort of his erection. He wanted to fuck her so badly, but that wasn’t part of his plan. Yet.
As he went to get her a glass of water, he noticed Derek was in a drugged stupor, Jason and Lisa were lying in post-coital embrace on the sofa, and Jake had lit a cigarette. From the looks of contentment on their faces, it was obvious all three guys had come. Ben helped himself to a shot of vodka to take the edge off the tension in his body, since he couldn’t jack off right away and Bataar wasn’t around to spar with. He walked back to the lounge chair where Kimani was sitting.
“Thanks,” she said when he handed her a glass of water. She drank it down and seemed to be waiting for him to say something. When he didn’t, she asked, “So, um, what’s next?”
“What do you want to happen next?”
She was taken aback. “I get to decide?”
“For tonight. We can step into our appropriate roles tomorrow.”
“So you don’t...need anything?”