Ride It |Book 2|

Chapter 4

Bentley's POV

I don't waste any time.

I don't know when Cash will get home, so I have to be fast.

Some part of me, though, can't help but anticipate the moment he does. Seeing the panic in Bea's eyes as the door slowly opens on our precarious position. I'm not much of a thrill taker, but damn, wouldn't it feel good to lose myself for once and say fuck it all to hell?

I slam my lips against hers, loving the way her body instantly arches into me—responsive little thing. I'm already on my knees.

My hands fumble with the buttons on her jeans before I quickly release her to tug them down.

We're in a rush.

Desperate to release the tension rising off our bodies, I discard her clothes in no time, leaving them abandoned on the floor as our tongues dance to portray what our hearts feel.

With her boobs against my chest, I feel myself grow hotter, wanting to take each one into my mouth and have her writhe under me.

My fingers trail her thigh softly, teasing her, slowly climbing closer to her quivering sex. She moans, her head falling back against the wall as her fingers dig into my shoulder.

Her hips try to follow my fingers, urging me to touch her sweet spot, but I quickly pull away with a chuckle. "Who said you're in control?"

Her eyes flash with annoyance. She grumbles. "Isn't this supposed to be a quickie? You're going too slow."

I kiss her bare shoulder, my fingers brushing the little tuft of hair protecting her sensitive bud.

"Quickie or not, a man doesn't eat an uncooked meal. Let's get you wet first."

She giggles. "I thought you liked it raw."

My cock instantly reacts, hardening against her tummy, ready to fill it. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. She's never failed to surprise me.

"You need to stay away from Rebecca."

She laughs, her fingers running through my hair affectionately.

I know her new vulgar language is highly influenced by the stuff those old fogies are feeding her.

But I can't even complain.

I love this side of her.

I pull her into another heated kiss before pressing my lips against her neck. "I love taking you raw, yes, but I love it more when I eat you well done, dripping in sauce that flavors my tongue."

Her fingers tighten in my hair, the feeling shooting thoughts into my already lust-induced mind. I want to watch her place her hands on the wall to hold herself up, her legs spread and her perky ass trembling from the force of my cock as I slam myself into her from the back. My hands would grip her waist. So dainty, yet perfectly molded to fit them.

I'd thrust into her roughly, driving her further against the wall as the door to the room slowly opened.

My body shudders and I quickly rid myself of the thought before I cum prematurely. That would be embarrassing.

I grip Bea's thighs and hoist her leg up as I drop onto my knees. Her leg falls over my shoulder, and I find my face perfectly aligned with her glistening folds.

I greedily lean in and dip my tongue into her goodness, her taste bursting on my tongue. Her body quivers and she digs her nails into my shoulder to keep herself up.

She moans, her hips jolting as I flatten my tongue and run it along her tender flesh until the tip of my tongue grazes her rosy clit. She becomes a breathy mess as I continue my slow, torturous movements.