That dirty play-by-play absolutely drenched her. Ainsley so wanted to squeeze her legs together to spread that hot slickness between her thighs. Physical proof she was really here and this wasn’t just another fantasy.
It wasn’t that she broke a rule; she just stretched the boundary a bit when she curled her hands around his knees and let her palms slide up his muscular legs until they reached his hips.
Bennett softly snarled at her. “Just for that, you don’t get to use your hands on my cock. Only this wicked mouth.” He pulled out and stroked back in, each time coming closer to the back of her throat.
She closed her eyes, wanting so much to make this good for him.
“Don’t swallow until I tell you to,” he warned. “I wanna see liquid running outta your mouth, making your neck wet.”
Every time she settled into the rhythm, Bennett mixed it up. Thrusting faster if he was going slow. Slowing down if he’d been using short, quick jabs. Proving to her that he had all the control.
She loved every second of it. His hand gripping the back of her neck. The hardness of his c**k on her tongue, hitting the roof of her mouth, rubbing the inside of her cheek.
“Play with my balls,” he rasped, “but only my balls.”
The globes were already drawn up when her fingers brushed the seam between them. She rolled the balls on her palm. Her middle finger slid back to tickle his perineum with every upstroke of her mouth.
His thrusts all became short and fast.
Ainsley heard that swift intake of breath. The head rested on her tongue. His guttural, “Suck hard now,” was her only warning before hot ejaculate spurted in her mouth. “Swallow. All of it.”
She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, moving her tongue back and forth beneath the sweet spot as she swallowed.
“So. Fucking. Good. Christ.”
There was an endorsement of her oral skills. But she didn’t let up even to allow a small, cocky smile.
He slowly pulled out, using the hand holding the back of her neck to tip her head back.
Ainsley licked her smooth lips and met his gaze. Sated, yes. But something else lingered there. Something primal.
Bennett trailed his finger from the tip of her chin, down through the wetness coating her throat. “Beautiful. Look at you. So f**king beautiful.”
She blushed. No man ever said anything like that to her. Even while part of her did the cha-cha that she’d pleased him, she wondered if his compliments were simply because she’d just blown him.
“What was that?”
“What was what?”
“That skeptical look. You frowned at me.”
Damn. She did have a crap poker face. “I did?”
“Mmm. But I know what’ll fix that. Stand.”
Her knees were wobbly. Bennett held onto her hips and nestled his face into her cle**age. Then he kissed the upper and lower swells of both her br**sts before sucking on her ni**les. Sucking with lazy intent. Showing her that the sucking was all about his enjoyment of her body, not hers. Which made his attentions that much more enjoyable.
He tipped his head back and looked at her when she sighed. “We’ll pick this up later. Meantime, feel free to use my robe.”
“I can’t get dressed?”
“No.”
“But—”
“Keep it up and you’ll be eatin’ supper nekkid.”
“Your robe will be just fine.”
He smirked and tossed her a towel. “Thought you might say that.”
After supper they watched the DVR’d episode of Wheel of Fortune and snuggled up on the couch.
Ben liked having Ainsley close. Their legs side by side on the ottoman. Her head resting on his shoulder. Her hand on his chest. His fingers trailing up and down her arm. Touching her without restriction as a Dom was one thing. But touching her like this? Almost absentmindedly just because he could? That gave him a sense of satisfaction on a different level.
“You don’t talk much about ranching.”
“Not much to say. I get up, I do it, I come home, go to bed and repeat the next day. Pretty much the same day in, day out. Except for when we’re calving or haying.”
Ainsley drew circles on his pec. “Do you get bored?”
“I don’t have time to get bored.”
“Tell me one thing you did today that was out of the ordinary.”
He smiled because she’d tried to wrest control. Instead of waiting for him to question her about something personal, like he had last night, she’d tried to get the jump on him by keeping her question innocuous. “I got an awesome blowjob in the shower.”
She poked his sternum. “Besides that.”
“I had a beautiful lady bring me supper.”
Three more pokes. “Come on. Tell me something.”
Ben tried to remember what the hell he had done today. “How about while I’m thinking on that you tell me something out of the ordinary you did today.”
Silence. Then she sighed. “I can’t think of a single thing.”
“So banking is as boring as ranching?” he teased.
“At least it was today. Tomorrow I’m hoping for—”
“A bank heist?”
“Bite your tongue, Ben McKay.”
He laughed. “Well, tomorrow afternoon I’ll be doin’ something out of the ordinary. I’m taking my folks to the Rapid City airport.”
“Where are they going?”
“Phoenix.”
“On vacation?”
“Of sorts. They’re mostly goin’ to see my brother Gavin.”
Ainsley tilted her head to look at him. “I remember you talking about your older brother, Quinn, and your younger brother Chase, but not about Gavin.”
“That’s because Gavin is…let’s just say Gavin recently came into our family.” Ben laid out the situation. “Long story short, we’re still tryin’ to figure it out. On the spur of the moment Gavin invited Mom and Dad to Arizona. So I won’t be around tomorrow night.”
“Oh.”
Did it make him a bastard for being happy to hear disappointment in her voice? “Which is why you’re spending the weekend here starting Friday night.”
She blinked at him. “I am? I don’t remember agreeing to that.”
“Because that wasn’t a request.” Well, it was, but he didn’t want to risk she’d say no.
“Okay. Should I bring anything?”
“Your collection of vibrators.”
Her cheeks pinked. “How did you—”