Undeniably Convenient (Boston's Irresistible Billionaires Book 1), page 12
I’m trusting my gut. I just hope I don’t live to regret it.
I have a million more questions, and we have so much more to discuss, but for the life of me, I can’t think of anything else except, “Bennett, I’m ovulating.”
“What?” he manages as if the words don’t make sense.
“I realized I’m ovulating. It’s thirteen days from my last period, and not only am I on a twenty-six-day cycle, but I always get a twinge in my lower quadrant on the side I’m ovulating on when I’m ovulating, and I felt that twinge earlier today on my left side.”
“A twinge?”
I nod.
His dark eyes give a quick sweep of my body. “You’re ovulating? Right now?”
Another nod.
“And that’s why you’re here at four thirty in the morning?”
“Yes.”
“Katy, are you telling me—”
“We’re doing this. I want to do this.” A smile cracks clear across my face, and that balloon in my chest is so big I could burst with it as I say those words. Holy shit. We really are doing this. And clearly we’re doing this naturally, otherwise why would I be here right now? I’m not only saying yes to having a baby with him, but to sex to make that baby.
Stupid or not, that’s how this is going to go.
He takes a hasty step toward me, only to pull back as if he’s still unsure. “I’m about to maul you right here in my living room unless you tell me to stop. I want to knock you up, Katy. But also, I seriously want to fuck you. You have no idea how beautiful you are right now. Tell me to stop or we’re doing this. If you’re saying yes, we’re going to start trying to make a baby right now.”
I don’t make a sound. I’m searching for the voice that’s telling me not to do this, but I can’t find it anywhere.
He rushes forward, his chest against mine, his hand on my jaw, demanding my full focus. “Tell me to stop, Katy, or I’m going to fuck you. I don’t even care about a contract. We can figure that out after, but you’re here and you’re telling me you’re ovulating, and I want this and you so fucking badly I can hardly breathe or think rationally. You understand if I fuck you, if I knock you up, that baby will be mine, and you will be too.”
My ovaries are legit exploding right now. Possessive caveman types are my total weakness.
“Fuck me, and let’s see how you do with knocking me up.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” He picks me up by my thighs and presses my pussy straight against his hard cock. “You feel that? I’ve been hard since I set eyes on you again. Katy, I’m going to come in you so many times you’ll leak me in the middle of surgery two days from now. I will knock you up. It’s not a matter of if, but when.”
I have no idea why that’s so hot, but it is.
“Do you have any idea the dirty things I want to do to you? You have to tell me if it’s too much or if I’m too rough because the way I’m feeling right now cannot be contained.”
His delicious promise ignites a wildfire of pure, uncontained desire inside me.
My hands get lost in the back of his hair, and I stare into his blue eyes, so dark and riled with lust and determination, but also caution and possibly a touch of an apology, and my empty core clenches. God, I can already tell he’s going to be so good.
My breathing grows erratic, and I slam my lips against his. “I want all your dirty, all your rough, all your unhinged. Fuck me like you need to fuck me, Bennett, and don’t worry about being gentle. I can take anything you can unleash and more. Hell, I’ll likely beg for it.”
He groans. “You’re a fucking dream, Katy. My dream.”
His hands slide up and squeeze my ass as his tongue roves against mine, moving fast like he’s starving for me. Urgently, he walks us around his living room, nearly tripping over a random piece of furniture I don’t care enough about to open my eyes and see. He curses against my lips, but then he has me pinned against the wall. My hands roam his heated skin, sliding over honed muscles and loving how they flex and bulge under my touch.
“You’re going to be such a fun secret to keep,” he murmurs against me. “But the best part about right now is that we won’t know if you’re pregnant for another two weeks.”
A ripple of fear shoots through me with that, because I know what he’s saying and I know why he’s saying it. We’ve barely started, and yet his kisses are honeyed and drugging and the thought of having a naughty secret, of sneaking around and fucking like rabbits is deliciously wicked and fun sounding. If he fucks the way he kisses—which I suspect he does—then I’ll be addicted to this in no time.
But how do I stop and how do I not grow attached?
This was my idea, and I came here this morning for this exact thing. So I guess I need to put his dick where my mouth is and vagina up so to speak. I can worry about the other stuff when I have to.
He sucks on my bottom lip, and I moan, feeling the thick, hard ridge of his cock glide just the right way and in just the right spot against my pussy. I tighten my legs around his waist and hold him closer, moving my head and attacking his mouth with a voraciousness I don’t know how to slow. He matches me, our tongues dueling in a fight where we both win.
Only all too quickly, I succumb to his domination, reveling in the way he controls and overpowers me.
He sets one leg on the floor, freeing up a hand he uses to rip my T-shirt up and over my head. With one leg still pinned around his hip, I grind myself forward, humping up and down in a mindless flurry as I press against him, wanting us chest to chest and groaning in frustration when I realize I’m still wearing a bra.
He laughs against me, breaking the kiss, both of us panting for dear life. “We should go upstairs.”
I nod. “Definitely.” I grab the back of his head and drag him back in, practically climbing him as I kiss him like he’s fucking candy and cake, only better since kissing him won’t kill me or require a massive insulin shot.
Pressing me back into the wall, he rips down the cup of my bra, exposing one naked breast to him. His mouth takes full advantage, closing over my pebbled nipple and sucking hard on it.
“Fuck,” I hiss when he brings his teeth into the action and drives me higher with their sharp sting and the sweet bliss of his tongue when he soothes it away. I close my eyes, my back arching against the wall to give him better access. His fingers slip up through the bottoms of my jean shorts and straight into my thong, finding my pussy wet and open for him.
“Double fuck,” he growls, dropping his forehead to my chest and breathing hard. He licks my nipple, then pulls back and looks up at me through impossibly dark lashes as he slides two fingers into me. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing this to you. What your face would look like as I did.”
He slides me a sexy grin and a shiver licks my spine as the ache between my thighs, the one he’s stoking, intensifies.
His fingers move in and out of me, and then he brings his thumb up, using it to rub my clit, and my eyes screw up tight.
“You’re so tight, Katy. Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. Your cunt can barely handle two of my fingers. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
My lungs empty as without warning he spins me away from the wall and over to a nearby chair where he pushes me against the back of it.
“Hold on. You’re going to need it for support.”
“What—”
His mouth covers mine once more as he undoes my bra, but then he’s kissing his way down my jaw, over my tits, going lower down my body until he’s on his knees and eye level with my pussy. “I gotta taste you.” I don’t know if he’s talking to me or my pussy, but right now, I don’t care. The button and zipper of my shorts are undone, and they slip down my legs, pooling at my feet, but my focus is entirely on Bennett, who is staring straight at the tiny scrap of lace covering me.
He nuzzles in, taking a deep inhale and licking at my panties, sucking my clit and using the fabric for extra friction.
“Fuck, Bennett.” I grab the top of his dark hair with one hand, holding onto the back of the chair with the other, because now I know exactly what he meant when he said I’m going to need it for support. His hands meet my inner thighs, and he spreads them wider, forcing my feet apart, but that doesn’t seem to be enough for him, and he takes one foot out of the jean shorts that were handcuffing my ankles and places it over his shoulder.
His fingers twine the hem of my panties, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip, stifling my cry as he rips them straight off, exposing me fully to him.
“Christ, you’re goddamn perfect,” he murmurs, almost to himself, then swirls his tongue around my opening and groans. “Fuck, Katy. Just fuck. Your cunt tastes so fucking good.”
“So glad to hear it. Now eat me, Bennett. Eat my pussy till I see fucking stars.” I roll my hips, punctuating my point and making him smile against my wet, heated flesh.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he says sinisterly. “You have no idea all that’s coming for you.”
That’s part of what scares me about him, but right now, I’m too turned on to care.
He smacks my clit with his wet fingers, and holy Christmas, what is that and why is it so good? He does it again, two more times, each time harder than the last until I’m a writhing, panting mess.
Heat blazes up my body, flushing my skin, and when he finally sucks my clit straight into his mouth, I cry out, my clit more than just a little sensitive from him spanking it. He uses the tip of his tongue to flick it and I gasp, my knees buckling. I abandon his hair in favor of holding onto the back of the chair with both hands. He flashes me a smug smirk, palming my ass and squeezing it possessively.
Two fingers slide back inside me, pumping hard and fast, and my eyes roll back in my head. He’s going so hard, sucking my clit and warming me with his hot breath as he fucks me into such a frenzy, I can hardly get my bearings.
“Oh, God,” I whimper as he starts dragging his tongue up and down my pussy, rolling my clit in between passes. He nudges my thighs wider, demanding I open myself up fully to him so he can kiss and bite and lick every inch of me. His fingers slide out, the sound so fucking wet, and the second I think he’s about to stop, he smacks my clit and shoves his tongue inside me until I scream.
My pussy pulses, my clit throbs, and I can’t think about anything else other than the burning need to come. His pace is brutal. The way he works his fingers either on my clit or inside me, switching off with his tongue until I can’t keep track. All I can do is feel and beg for more. His fingers pump and plunge and fuck, taking without asking or offering mercy.
I glance down, feeling just the tip of his tongue, such a stark contrast to what he was doing seconds ago, and find him staring up at me.
His lips are wet, coated in me, and his eyes are predatory, almost primal, but also filled with awe as he watches me lose my mind. “Keep going, Katy. Show me how sexy my girl is when she loses control and gives it all to me. I want to feel you come on my fingers and tongue, and then I’m going to fuck you till you do it again on my cock.”
“Yes. Don’t stop. I want it. I want more of it.”
He laps at my clit, swirling it with his tongue as his fingers find that spot inside me and vigorously rub. All I can do is hold onto the fucking chair as he eats me out better than anyone ever has before. I can’t even speak. It’s impossible to form words, only sounds.
“I’m going to fuck you here from behind. Nice and deep. I want you screaming my name, but then I’m going to take you upstairs and watch as you ride me. I want your perfect tits to bounce as you take every inch of my cock you can.”
Jesus. His mouth. His wicked, diabolical, sinful mouth.
His fingers dig into my ass, his grip so firm I know I’ll have marks on my soft flesh. It makes me moan and rock into his face, craving more of him, as much as I can get. His lips claim my clit, and his fingers continue to hit me exactly where I need them to, and I lose it right here in his formal living room. My back bows and my hands grip the chair so tight I’m shocked I’m not cracking the wood as I come and come, all over his face, riding him to the very edge of my sanity.
My legs are mush, shaky and unsteady as I sag back, my eyes still closed and my dopey smile unstoppable. Fuck, that man did what I asked him to. He ate me out until I saw freaking stars. With one last kiss on my pussy, he stands and starts attacking my mouth. I taste myself on him, salty and sweet, and though part of me seriously wants to return the favor, that’s not why I’m here. That’s not why we’re doing this.
I tug at the hem of his track shorts and shove them down over his narrow hips and sensational ass until his cock springs free. I grip him in my hand, loving his heady groan, but then I pull back and stare down at him, pumping him in a steady rhythm as I do.
“Bennett…” I trail off, staring at his dick in my hand, then slowly climbing up to his dusky eyes and flushed face. “Um.”
“You can take it.” His lips layer against mine, licking them with an arrogant smile all over his. “You’re plenty wet, and I promise, not only will I fit, but it’ll feel so fucking good when I’m all the way inside you.”
I pant out a strained laugh. God, I hope so. I really, seriously hope so. Because he’s huge. And I’m not even just saying that. He’s like over ten freaking inches long, not to mention thick.
He spins me around, forcing me over the back of the chair, and starts palming my ass cheeks. “Come on, Katy,” he plays, his voice taunting and menacing. “How much can you take? How much of my cock can we force into your tight little cunt before you beg for mercy?”
My eyes roll, and my toes curl into his soft gray area rug. I give my ass a little wiggle because even though he is huge, I never back down from a dare or a challenge—something I get the feeling he’s learning about me.
“That’ll never happen.” I look over my shoulder at him. “You may be big, but I’m going to take every inch of you and fuck it like a gold medalist. By the end of this, I’ll own you.”
He gives my ass a solid smack. One cheek and then the other. “We’ll see who owns who when this is all done.”
Chapter Thirteen
She’s going to own my ass. I already know it. I can talk all the shit I want—I’m a surgeon and we’re competitive by nature—but it’s all bravado. Katy is going to own my ass, and she’s going to own it until I get her pregnant and likely even after that because, well, she’ll be pregnant with my kid. Ask any man. That’s hot as fuck.
Even just the thought of it now makes my dick surge with more blood than I knew it was capable of holding. I have maybe three functioning brain cells at the moment and each one is telling me that while she may own my ass, I need to fuck her like a god and make her come at least two more times to try and make this at the very least a draw.
She likes my dirty. She likes my rough. She likes it so much she wants more of it. Yeah, she’s going to own my ass for sure. And this is only our first time fucking. I get to have her again and again.
My cock thumps against my stomach, liking that idea a lot.
I grip it in my fist, give it a harsh tug, then run it along Katy’s wet slit. It’s heaven. This girl is heaven. The way she kisses, the way she smells, the way she tastes, the way she moves, and the way she talks—bold and unapologetic in the things she wants and how she intends to take them—are the biggest turn-ons of my life.
I haven’t been with anyone since I left Liz, and while Liz was good in bed, she was timid and uncomfortable with her sexuality. She never owned it the way Katy does. She never told me what she wanted me to do to her. The one time I tried talking to her the way I’ve been talking to Katy tonight, she told me she didn’t like it.
But Katy is so very different in the best of ways. The filthy words spilled from my lips like they’ve finally been set free.
Like I’ve finally been set free.
Liz used to tell me the depraved side of me was dirty and my desires were immoral. Yet something tells me that’s exactly what Katy likes about sex—the dirty and immoral. As much as I hope I get her pregnant tonight, I really, seriously want to continue this until that stick shows two pink lines and I haven’t even fucked her yet.
Speaking of…
“Are you ready?” I ask her, still rubbing the head of my dick up and down, getting it nice and wet.
Her head twists over her shoulder, and her bold eyes meet mine as a smile flashes across her face. “I think the better question is are you—holy, ah!” she cries as I plunge straight into her.
Fuuuuuuuck.
Sweat instantly coats my forehead, and I grit my teeth and clench my ass so I don’t come on the spot. Tight. So goddamn tight. Her eyes pinch tight in pain, and I rub my hand up her spine, trying to get her to relax.
“You still with me, sweetheart?” My voice isn’t the least bit taunting anymore. I only want her pain when it comes with pleasure. Not hurt.
She hums and pins me with a look that could make me come on the spot. “I remember something about you making me take every inch. Is this the best you’ve got?”
I wheeze out a laugh, my forehead dropping to her spine, and I watch myself pull almost all the way out of her hot little pussy. She gasps, grips the hell out of the chair she’s thrown over, and holds on tight as she braces for what she knows I’m about to give her. Exactly what she wants.
I slide back in, hard and deep, all the way to the hilt.
“Oh!”
I smirk, licking her skin. “Like that? Is that what you want?”
“Yes. God, yes. More, Bennett. I want more.”
I start to pound into her, my hips swinging like a pendulum, pumping my cock harder and faster with each thrust. So hard I can’t see straight, and the chair is dragging through the threads of the carpet, inching forward until it slams into the coffee table, rattling some stupid piece of glass my decorator picked out.
