Page 47 of Rock Me

I don’t want to worry until the next round of interviews.Leave it to Ben to take care of me.“I like the way you think.”

“I realize you have to be back downstairs and need time to pull yourself together after.”He drops his holster onto the floor, unbuttons his jeans, his cock springing free, hard and thick.“Ready for a fast ride?”

I run my tongue over my lips, my gaze on his pulsing erection.“I’m ready for you.”

He bends his head and swirls his tongue around my already needy sex.I groan and grasp on to the bedding as he eats at me like a man who can’t get enough, who has single-minded focus, and whose attention is wholly centered on me.After all our time together, he knows what I like and need and immediately zeroes in on my clit.

Desire slams into me hard and fast, no slow buildup, just zero to sixty, my climax suddenly and quickly within reach.I moan and switch my grasp from the bedspread to his hair, holding him in place while I rock my face against his mouth, chasing the waves of pleasure that rush through me.

He tongues my clit in a perfect rhythm that has me spiraling higher until I peak, my orgasm taking me into utter bliss.I am lost to sensation, only coming back to myself when Ben, sheathed with a condom, settles between my thighs.

The head of his cock breaches my entrance, but I have no time to focus.His mouth comes down on mine, and I taste my musky scent on his lips.At the same moment, he takes me hard, his erection thrusting into me.

“F-u-c-k,” he says, drawing out the syllable.He drops down over me, bracing his hands on either side of my shoulders, his chest reverberating against mine.

“Ben, God.”I feel him everywhere as he throbs inside me, my inner walls clasping him tight, my emotions fully engaged as our bodies join completely.

Instead of a hard and fast taking, Ben rocks into me, grinding against my clit with every shift and pitch of his hips.Sensation begins to take hold and build once more.Swirling need envelopes me, and I cry out, the sweet feelings he inspires driving me higher and higher.

“Come with me,” he says, sliding a hand between our bodies and pressing against my most sensitive spot.

“Oh God.”Waves of desire shake me, sparks of pleasure shooting out from my clit to every nerve ending I possess.“Ben.I’m coming!”

“Right there with you,” he promises, and he begins a punishing rhythm.I explode once more, my climax a burst of glorious light and feeling, as he groans and comes, too, my name on his lips.

He collapses on top of me, and we pant in unison, until reality slowly returns.

“Can’t breathe,” I say, and he rolls off me, keeping my hand in his as he falls onto his back.

“That was a real stress reducer.”I grin, but inside I am more serious than I’ve ever been.Because what just happened between us?

That was too intense to soothe me.Instead all I can do is feel—Ben inside me, Ben coaxing me to come, calling my name as he climaxed right after me.The sensations went beyond sex.He tagged every emotion I have: Love, caring, yearning.

Things I will need time to process and deal with.Things I have to find a place for in my life… once I know what my future holds.I feel pulled in two different directions, my love for Ben and the career I’ve been working toward my entire life, causing a quiet and somber blanket of emotion to envelop me.I want to give Ben the time he deserves, and I don’t have that ability now.

“I need to wash up,” I say, sitting up in bed, eager to put the intensity behind us as fast as possible so I can prepare for the rest of the day.

“Come.”He rises and walks to the bathroom, his bare ass peeking from beneath his shirt.

The man has a body to die for and drool over and a heart that is bigger than he likes to admit.And I wish we could spend more time alone here, in bed.Talking.Figuring outus.But I need my focus where it belongs, on the media downstairs and the probable announcement coming later tonight.

So I push myself to a standing position and go to get ready to return to the press junket downstairs.

***

Summer

Hours later, Ifeel like I’m ready to collapse in exhaustion.My last interview just ended.There isn’t a reporter I haven’t spoken to or a question I haven’t answered.But I have to admit my romp with Ben gave me the emotional boost I needed to push through the rest of the day.

Every time I looked up, he was there, not just watching over me as part of his job but playing the part of passionate supporter.A thumbs-up, a wink, a smile all let me know he is there, in my corner, paying attention.I don’t think I could love him more.

What to do about that love?

“What’s your plan?”he asks me, joining me and interrupting my thoughts.

“Jade said to be back downstairs at eight.I thought I’d lie down for an hour.I’m wiped out.”

Sympathy flashes in his expression.“Let’s get you to bed.”