Their Freefall At Last by Julie Olivia

59

Ruby

Having my best friend between my legs is the best feeling in the world.

Within seconds, Bennett tosses my knees over his shoulders. Then, one kiss after another, he journeys from my thighs to my center. One swipe of his tongue has my back arching, and another whimper from me has him lapping longer, more languid strokes over me.

I grip his hair, and I cannot wait for the days when it’s long again. When I can tug and pull while bucking against his mouth. But even now, with the little I can grasp, I’m desperate to have him closer. After every rough jerk, Bennett moans against me.

“God, you taste so good.”

His voice. His tone. Him.

Bennett’s hand slides up to grip my hip, then my ribs, before running a thumb below my breast. My head falls back when his fingers roll over my peaked nipple, flicking it side to side before pinching it.

“Bennett—”

But I can’t finish the sentence. I’m too wound up in how his fingers dip into me, thrusting and curling and sending another moan from my lips.

I wonder if my neighbors can hear us. Or, heck, I figure they might see us. My yard isn’t fenced in. But I laugh when I realize how little I care. Let them hear me. Let Bennett hear me.

“Bennett …” I repeat his name louder this time, darting my eyes down to find that he’s watching me.

Those hooded brown eyes are taking in every bit of my ecstasy. He rolls his tongue, slow and agonizing. His pumping fingers drag in and out.

I’m already so, so close.

“Bennett, please—”

He loops his tattooed arm onto my stomach, splaying his palm out and holding me down. His tongue rolls faster. His fingers disappear inside me.

“You’d better come on my tongue, sweet girl.”

Bennett knows exactly the spot to concentrate on because it only takes another second before the sensation starts to rise like a tide around me. And lick by lick, groan by groan, he knocks my orgasm right through me, a hurricane crashing into my chest and out toward my fingers, sizzling and burning and drowning.

I squirm as he keeps licking, and it’s too sensitive at first, but then it’s better and somehow suddenly perfect, and he grunts out an insistent, “One more for me,” which has another wave breaking through my stomach, rolling over the first as I let out a small whine.

“Oh God,” I barely make out.

“You like that?”

“Please,” I whine.

“Please what?”

“You know what.”

“Do I?” he asks with a smirk.

“Yes.”

“Well, I like your words better.”

My hands bury into his hair, gripping the strands. He grins, crawling over me, his forearms steadied on the grass beside my head.

“Please fuck me,” I respond with a smile.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I wrap my legs around his center. He holds me in place, and I see his thick cock bobbing between us. I’m not sure I’d ever get sick of seeing it—the veins trailing down the sides and the thick head already dripping with need.

And it’s mine.

All mine.

I reach down and tighten my fist around him, twisting my way up and down over the length of him. Bennett’s eyes close as he leans forward, balancing himself with a palm on the grass beside my head.

“Is that what you want, Ruby?” he murmurs, the heat from his breath tickling my ear, sending goose bumps across my skin. “You want to make your best friend come apart in your hand?”

I never thought I could enjoy Bennett’s company more, but having his filthy words in my ear is a real game changer. We could have been doing this all these years. I wish I could have a serious talk with past me.

Bennett watches me stroke him between our bodies, rubbing my thumb over the head to spread more of his natural wetness over him. He lets out a low groan, making small thrusts to pump himself into my fist harder.

But before I can make another stroke, he removes my hand from him and captures my wrists in his palm, pressing them in the grass over my head.

“Unfair,” I whisper.

He plants a taunting kiss on my lips.

“I’m on a mission,” he mutters against them. Bennett pushes his cock against me, rubbing the length over my center. “My best friend asks me to fuck her, then I’m going to do as she says.”

He drags a thumb over me, rubbing up and down my slit.

“God, you’re so pretty,” he says. “My girl is so pretty and pink.”

He tightens his hold on my captive wrists, grips his cock in his other fist, and pushes between my legs.

“Wider, sweet girl,” he says, and I part my knees as he slowly, agonizingly pushes in.

It hurts like it did three years ago, but when he pulls out and pushes back, the pain is replaced by relief. Pleasure.

“More,” we chant at the same time.

He chuckles, the sound rumbling through my chest as he thrusts in deeper. Words of insistence catch in my throat as his hips jolt forward to meet mine. My head falls backward against the autumn grass with a moan.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” I sigh.

He pulls out, then pushes back in. Harder. Rougher.

“No, I know what you really like.”

The hand around my wrists loosens, and he runs it down my arm, across my chest, over my collarbone, and finally around my neck, where his palm gives a little squeeze.

He remembers.

“Oh, yes, do that,” I breathe.

Bennett pumps in again, grabbing my hip, capturing my neck, thrusting over and over until we’re both letting out breathy exhales and moans. He leans in to bite my shoulder. I roughly run my fingers down his back, and he’s going faster, faster, and I can feel my own warmth building, building.

I’m so close again.

Reading my mind, like he always does, Bennett moves one hand from my hip to down between my legs, where he rubs circles over me until I’m quickly falling apart around him in a mix of moans and gasps echoing through the trees.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he grunts, pushing in and letting out groans that get caught in his throat with each thrust.

“Come for me, Bennett,” I whine.

He exhales against my shoulder, thrusting, growling, moaning until, finally—

“Damn,” he groans out, shuddering as his legs shiver beside me.

He gently releases my neck, kissing along the place where his fingers were.

I let out a breathy laugh at the same time he does. “I could get used to that.”

“Good. Then, I have an idea.”

He looks down at me with that devilish grin and those taunting brown eyes.

“Go on,” I say.

“How about I give you so many orgasms that you forget all the years we weren’t together?”

“That’s a lot of orgasms. We’ll have to do a lot of sessions.”

“Yeah, well, good thing I have forever to enjoy your pussy.”

My face heats, and I shake my head. “You love saying that word.”

“Forever?”

“Well, yes. But also the other one.”

“Which one?”

I smile with an eye roll. “You know which one.”

“Say it.”

“No.”

“Come on, Rubes.”

“It’s weird.”

“I don’t think so,” he says, moving his fingers back between my thighs. “In fact, I like it quite a lot.”

I let out a small whine. I hope I never get used to this. I hope we’re always playful.

“Go on,” Bennett coaxes, dipping two fingers inside me, causing my breath to leave in an exhale. “I’m waiting, sweet girl.”

Sweet girl.

He sure knows how to convince me.

“Pussy.”

“Perfect,” Bennett replies with a rumble in his throat. “Now, come on. We’ve got many years to make up for.”