“That comment was more ass**le than your garden-variety ass**le, Benny,” I noted.

“Think it’s been proved your dad’s more ass**le than your garden-variety ass**le, Frankie,” Ben returned.

“You looked pissed,” I told him.

“I wasn’t pissed at what he said. He said it and I saw your reaction, and that made me pissed. I also knew what was waitin’ for you inside. He followed me out so I didn’t have my shot at warnin’ you, which made me more pissed. Not to mention, the f**kwad had his hand on me.”

He did.

“I’m sorry, Benny,” I said quietly.

“Why the women in his life apologize for him is beyond me. He’s the ass**le, not you.”

“He’s my dad.”

“He’s not. He’s the man whose seed made you. I got a good dad, babe. I know the difference.”

I stared at him, his profound words hitting me.

I was not my father. I did not behave like him. I did not live like him. He helped create me, but now…

Well, now, I was me.

And it was beginning to seep in that I’d been me a long time.

As in…always.

And that was huge.

As huge as it was, na**d in bed with Ben after giving him a terrible blowjob that was so bad, Ben felt the need to halt the festivities and have a chat, I didn’t share this latest epiphany.

Instead, I said, “You’re lucky, Benny.”

“I know, Frankie,” Ben stated. “Now enough about him. Is that it?”

“I think so.”

“Work good?”

“Yeah.”

“Your sisters or brother phone you recently?” he went on.

I shook my head.

“Good. So now, do you have any f**kin’ clue how unbelievably hot it is to see you and that body of yours, with all that crazy-beautiful hair all over my gut and thighs, takin’ my c**k with your mouth?”

My body jerked, even as I felt a spasm between my legs.

“No,” I whispered.

“Thought I was gonna come just you touchin’ the tip with your lips. You took all of me…fuck.”

With that, his expression changed to the one I was used to when we were naked, and I felt my legs shift restlessly.

“I—” I started, but his face dipped close and I cut myself off.

“Lick, baby,” he whispered, and I felt a surge replace the spasm between my legs. “Taste me. All of me. Take your time. Suck. Glide. Get me wet. Nothin’s off-limits. Look at me while you take me. Watch what you do to me. Or, you want, I’ll get you there with you sittin’ on my face while you go down on me. I got my mouth on you, you won’t think of anything but that and my cock.”

Oh God, I wanted that. And he was right. If his mouth was on me, I wouldn’t think of anything but what he was doing, doing it with him in my mouth.

I kept shifting.

“Or you can kneel in the bed next to me and give me your pu**y. I’ll play with you while you suck me off.”

At that, I stopped shifting and started squirming because I wanted that too.

Immediately.

My hands started moving all over Benny.

“Or,” he kept going, “I’ll take my feet, you kneel in front of me, and I’ll do the work and f**k your face.”

And at that, I planted a foot in the bed and rolled him.

“You make a choice?” he asked when I was on top and he was on his back.

“Shut up, Benny.”

He grinned at me.

That grin was a dare.

And I was suddenly feeling like a daredevil.

I moved down his chest and found for the first time, with Benny not taking charge, I had the time to discover that I’d never had before.

And all the magnificence of him was laid out before me, so I took that time with my fingers, with my mouth, with my teeth and tongue. There was a lot of him, all of it solid silk that was unbelievably fascinating. The taste of him thrilling. The feel of his fingers in my hair, or reaching to cop a feel, titillating. The noises he made to the way I made his body shift with turned-on agitation taking me straight out of my head and making me all about what I was doing to Benny.

Making me all about giving him more.

So by the time I reached my destination, I was so ready, I actually wanted to grasp his cock, climb on, and ride it.

Instead, I positioned between his legs and took it in another part of me.

The minute I did, Ben growled.

My eyes shot from what I was doing to his face, his c**k still in my mouth.

When they met his heated ones, he groaned, “Fuck, baby.”

Watching him, I slid up then took him as deep as I could.

His legs cocked, his head fell back, I got a view of muscular throat and all that was Benny, and a pulse thrummed between my legs.

I took him again and felt his legs tense beside me.

He liked it.

And suddenly, so did I.

That was when I licked. I stroked. I glided. I used lips, suction, and hand. I got so into it, half the time I was watching him, half the time I was all about sucking him off, going for the groan, seeing him dig his heels in the bed, and I was getting off on this so much that I was near desperate to shove my hand between my legs to take myself there.

I should have let Benny play with my pu**y.

I’d have to remember to do that next time, as in, later that night.

This was my thought when I had Ben deep, and I moaned against his cock. Then his c**k was gone.

I started to look to him in surprise, but he was already on his knees. Then he was hauling me around and pushing me down so I was facing the end of my bed on all fours.

Then he was driving inside me.

Oh yes. Take two of things we’d never done: doggie-style.

“Benny,” I breathed.

He didn’t say a word. Hands clutching my hips, he yanked me back as he pounded into me, and it was then I felt it.

Ben wasn’t guiding this. Ben wasn’t in control of this. Ben wasn’t enjoying himself as he brought me to cl**ax.

Ben had lost control.

Ben was f**king me because he needed to f**k me.

And I’d made him do that.

Me.

Frankie.

And I’d never had that.

Not ever.

It was phenomenal.

I felt a rush of wet between my legs at the thought, the corresponding ripple that coursed through me, and my head shot back, but I fell down to my forearms in the bed.

My head didn’t fall, though, because Ben reached over me, fisted a hand in my hair, and pulled back, forcing my neck to arch, my back to arch, and my sex to drive into his.

That was so f**king hot, I cried out, coming instantly, doing it gasping, panting, and moaning.