The Pull

Chapter 23

A vision of me sitting on his face, demanding he'd get me all the way, flashed before my eyes. I knew he'd like that, my thighs on each sides of his head, my pussy above him. On him. I contemplated it, until I realised he was watching my face with a wicked grin.

"Oh, whatever you're thinking of, Rachel, I'm two steps ahead of you. You're not going to come again until I let you. So just let it go, that cunning plan you're concocting." I squinted at him, equal parts frustration and arousement building up in me by his words. His eyes glittered as he slid the tip of his tongue along the teeth marks he'd made on the inside of my thigh. He lifted himself, crawling up towards me while keeping my legs separated with his body in between them. I could feel his dick against my thigh and it made me gasp.

"Just fuck me already," I said with sassiness I didn't for a second possess in that moment. I would without a doubt be the one begging for it if that's what it took, but I sure as hell wasn't about to admit to that if I didn't have to.

"You want me to fuck you?" Ben towering over me, pressing his erection on me, was making it so hard to focus.

"Yes, Ben. I want you to fuck me."

"Mhm. And how would you like me to fuck you?" He shifted casually, grinding a bit on me. And smiled when I drew a harsh breath because of it. It took pretty much all I had not to lift myself up and press back. "Do you want me to fuck you hard, Puck? From behind, so I can watch your beutiful ass shake with every hard thrust? Hold your hips in place while you rest on your elbows so I can tease that little hole of yours while I fuck you? Maybe I'll slide a finger in. Would you like that?"

"I... would." Oh shit, my voice was so giving me away. I definately would. I could see in his face he knew all about the struggle I was having to keep my cool. Bastard.

"Or, I could take it slow. Lick every part of you. Have you ever had that, Puck? Someone tracing their tongue along your belly, your ass, your armpits? When I say every part of you, I mean every part of you."

Benjamin fucking Campbell had a dirty mind. Who knew.

To emphasize his words he lifted my arm by the wrist, over my head. Held it there for a moment while looking into my eyes, his full of promises. Then he leaned down and traced his warm, wet tongue from the edge of my breast, up along my side and my armpit, until reaching the inside of my upper arm. I don't know what it was making the sensation so incredible. He inhaled through the nose right where I'm the most ticklish. Breathing my scent. I could no longer stay still, my one free hand going for the back of his head and throwing one leg over his lower back. His cock so close, so perfectly aligned, but no matter how much I pressed him on me he wouldn't let me have it. His warm breath in my armpit as he spoke made me involutarily moan.

"Whatever I do, it will end up with my name on your lips when you come."

"Let me ride your cock."

Wait, was that me talking??

It was without a doubt what I wanted but I'd had no intention of saying it out loud, and definately not like that. My voice had a will of its own. He held himself up with his hands on each side och me, looking down with a hint of surprise on his face. Yeah, you and me both.

"You want to be in control, Puck? You can, but I still won't let you come until I say so."

"Fine, asshole." He chuckled as I pushed him to lay on his back and impatiently straddled him. I kept on one knee on my left side, but rested my weight on my foot on the other side. Kind of like a one-sided squat.

"Let's see how well you keep you cool now, Campbell." As I grabbed his dick to guide him right to my centre I may or may not have taken the opportunity to do a couple of firm strokes. It was, after all, game on. His content sigh gave him away just as my trembling voice had moments ago. He was not as in control as he wanted me to belive. So when sitting down I took my time, leaning back just a bit. Slow, agonising slow because I wanted nothing more than to go fast and hard right now. I would seem Mr Benjamin Campbell had problems with the slow pace too, because as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back I could see a muscle twitch in his jaw. The man sure had restraint, but I saw those little slips and it made me so turned-on I almost lost it. I started moving, the position giving me the freedom to do a roll with my hips that had him sucking in air through his teeth.

Oh you like that, do you?

I tilted my pelvis a little bit more, increasing the roll futher. And I quickened the pace just a tad. Not enough to call it fast, but fast enough to make Ben grunt and grab my waist with both his hands. I was winning this little sex war of ours and I hoped he realised it as I leaned forward putting all my weight on his chest where I rested my hands.

"I know what you're doing, Rachel. And it's working," He opened his eyes and watched me move on top of him. "Fuck, it's working." I slowed down. Leaned in, brushing my lips against his.

"You wanted to see my ass too, as I recall it. Perhaps it's time you do." Sitting up, I turned around, my back facing him. His gasp as I did said it all. Straddling him this way gave him a whole other view as I lifted myself and then slid down the length of him, letting him fill me up.

"Jesus, Puck, you're not playing fair," he moaned as I started moving again. Both hands grabbing hold of my cheeks, separating them slightly as he kneaded them. I knew he was looking at that forbidden entrance, the one I was starting to feel no to be forbidden at all. The naughtiness of it all was driving me crazy, I wanted his touch there. As if reading my mind his thumb grazed the opening, gently pressing on it without penetrating. Oh. My. Gooood.

"It sounds like you enjoy that. Do you like it when I touch you here?" He applied a bit more pressure.

"Oh God, yes. Yes," I breathe-moaned in a way I've never heard myself do before. I sounded feral. It seemed to affect him too, becauce suddenly he grabbed hold of my waist again and lifted me. He sat me down on my knees, legs wide apart with his knees between mine and tilted me so I leaned forward, landing on my elbows.

Oh, so this is happening... a shiver ran through my body as I realised what's to come. Finally: hard and fast. When he pushed himself all the way in I really didn't care about anyone hearing the cry leaving my lips. He went deep, and hard. And I hoped to God he was planning on letting me come soon because I was going to no matter what. I relished in the sounds our bodies clashing into eachother made, I stopped caring about holding back my screams or Ben's name from my open mouth as I felt him thrust and thrust. My back arched without me doing it, my knees going further apart as if that would grant him access to more of me. It did, though. When his thumb once again pressed on my butthole my whole body shook from the pleasure.

"Do you feel this? Will it tip you over the edge?" He licked his finger and pressed again, entering just a bit. And then a bit further.

"You can come now, Puck."

When he went a little bit further still - that's when the explosion hit, an orgasm so strong I felt like I was going to faint for a moment. This was like nothing I'd felt before, the sensation so new, the nerve endings he connected with so, so sensitive and unused for pleasure. Somewhere halfway into it I felt him coming too, his free hand grabbing my waist with new intensity and the rythm of his thrusts becoming irregular. I could feel him inside me pulsating and it sent me back up on top of my own orgasm again.

I didn't recall slumping flat on my belly, but there I was, Ben's body next to mine. I felt like I would never be able to move again. My body was spent.

"Stay the night, Rachel." His gentle hand caressing my lower back and ass felt as tender as his request. I thought about it. Him being near made me feel safe. Calm. It felt right. Was it smart? No. But I wanted it anyway. I nodded into the mattress.

"Perfect. Now, let's get you cleaned up, darling." He snaked his hands under me and swooped me into his arms, lifting me as he stood. I was thankful for him carrying me to the shower because I wasn't sure I'd be able to walk over there on my own accord. He gently sat me down on the counter next to the sink and proceeded to twist the faucets in the shower. A lovely mist of hot steam quickly spread in the small space and I could feel muscles relaxing as the warmth also spread in my tired limbs.

"Come on, love. I'll take care of you, all you have to do is stand there." Ben took my hand and led me into the hot stream of water. He stood behind me and as I rested my head to his chest he wrapped me up in his strong arms, those hands I loved so much wandering lazily over my arms, shoulders and belly, occationally and casually letting his palms swipe over a nipple once or twice and smiling every time it contracted from the touch.

For the first time tonight I felt like everything was going to be ok. I was ok.