Dirty Sext (Accidental Stepbrother 3)

“Stay still,” he commanded.

I whimpered in dissatisfaction, but did as he wanted, my whole body going stiff. It had been so long since I last had him in me. As he left wet kisses along my neck, he rocked his hips, the head of his cock rubbing all over my sex, making me gasp and squirm.

“Don’t tease,” I complained.

Ben showed me a wolfish grin, then I felt the head of him touch my entrance before he pushed his hips forward, and his whole length slid into my body, stretching my walls open for him. I arched my back and raised my hips, taking him in as deep inside me as he could go. Ben grabbed one of my hands, twining our fingers together, and held it down above my head. Our gazes held.

“Are you ready?” He asked, voice soft, though with a hint of strain.

I nodded, my breath hitching as my walls fluttered around the hard, hot length inside of me.

“Yes.”

He gave me a quick peck; then he started moving slowly. My cheeks were on fire, because it felt way too intimate, his eyes boring into mine as he slowly took my body and made it his. I didn’t move my gaze from his; I couldn’t. My chest felt stuffy, my breaths already coming out in gasps and pants.

I grew impatient quickly, though. His cock sliding slowly in and out of me felt like heaven, the friction against my walls and entrance sent tingles through my body, causing me to tremble, but I wanted more. I wanted him to claim me.

“You can go faster,” I gasped. “Please, Ben.”

He hummed to indicate he heard me, but his deep, slow rhythm didn’t change. He rolled his hips, and I gasped and trembled some more as he stimulated my walls. He was braced above me on his elbow, and I could see his face clearly, even though my eyelids insisted on fluttering shut with the soft pleasure slowly overwhelming my body.

His jaw was clenched, expression strained. A drop of sweat travelled down his temple and dripped onto my chest. I watched in fascination, my arms wrapping around him. His back was slick with sweat, but I dug my fingers in anyway and held on.

It took a while for me to realize what he was trying to do, or at least guess. This wasn’t just fucking; Ben was making love to me.

When the thought occurred to me, I felt my ears sting with tears. Ben, noticing, suddenly stopped, expression going alarmed.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked, frantic.

I shook my head quickly as I swallowed the lump in my throat. Words I hadn't thought to say to a man in a long time were dying to rise out of my throat, but I shoved them back down. It was the worst kind of thing to say in the middle of sex, at least for the first time, and there was still plenty left unsaid between us.

So instead, I squeezed the hand that still held mine, and wrapped my other arm around his neck. I nudged gently, and he leaned down for a kiss. Slowly, he started moving his hips again. The change in angle brought him even deeper, and I whimpered against his mouth. Ben groaned, and finally, started moving faster.

The kiss grew sloppy as the pleasure washed over both of us, our bodies moving against each other with growing urgency. I locked my ankles behind his back, flexing my thighs around him as I did my best to move my hips and meet his thrusts.

I could feel the orgasm building from between my thighs, starting from a small spark that quickly spread all over me, then my body shuddered, my walls tightening around his cock convulsively. I heard a rumble of satisfaction from his chest jest before Ben nipped at my lips. I felt his body go taut above mine; then his hot come shot inside of me, filling me up.

He slumped against me, and for the longest moment, we could only lay there and breathe. When he did think to move, it was to roll us over, keeping his cock inside me as he held me in his arms.

“I missed you, Angela,” he said again, his tone serious.

I nodded as I nuzzled into his chest. “I missed you, too, Ben.”

The words were said in place of what I wanted to say to him, at least for me. I could only hope that he felt the same way.Chapter Twenty-Five

BenI wanted to get back to New York as soon as possible. I made arrangements for Angela’s car, then drove us to the airport in the rental. We had to wait a bit before we got on the plane, so we found a café in the airport and had breakfast. Angela didn’t seem to have much of an appetite, though.