Tormented

Chapter 18

A warmth on my face woke me up, startling me to how close Benedict was to my face. I try to move from his arms, but they were too heavy for me to move without waking him up. So I laid back down, taking the opportunity to look at him. He looked peaceful as he laid there, like there was nothing in the world that would bother him. His tousled hair fell into his face and his lips were parted just a fraction making him look sort of adorable. Without realising I was doing it I moved my hand to brush the hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear.

'CC?' His soft voice spoke, making my hand jump back down to my side.

'Er... Hi.' Was all I could think to say as his eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the light of the room.

'Why are you in my bed?' He asked without looking around the room.

'You're in mine.' I tell him.

'What? How did I get here?' He's asks, making my heart drop in my chest a little.

He didn't remember coming to me last night? Maybe it was an accident? Maybe he meant to go somewhere else?

'I don't know.' I shrug, suddenly annoyed. 'You crawled through my window and wouldn't leave.'

'Shit, really?' He chuckles. 'Did we... did we er...'

'No.' I cut him off. 'You were pretty drunk.'

'I'm not drunk now.' He says, pulling me against his body.

What was happening?

'Bendict.' I warn him, pushing against his chest.

'Don't call me that. It's what my mum calls me when I'm in trouble.' He smiles, looking at my lips.

'It's your name?' I retort.

'Just call me Ben or something?'

'Bennie?' I tease.

'If you like.' He says as his breathing gets deeper.

I couldn't deny that the way he was looking at me wasn't having an effect. The way his eyes kept flicking down to my lips like he wanted to lean in and kiss me. I know in my head that I should stop this. I know it would be silly to trust a person like Benedict. He's given me no reason to trust him in the past. But something inside me wanted to feel his lips on me again. I needed it after yesterday. I found my eyes flicking down to his lips without thinking and the second I did he lunges forward, kissing me like he kissed me the other day.

But I remember the way it ended the last time. He freaked out and ran and I didn't know why. Would he do it again? So many thoughts and worries were running through my head, but the more he kissed me the further they drifted away until it was just Benedict and I.

I could feel his hands running over my body as he touched me, setting all my nerve endings on fire. A moan escaped my lips, encouraging him to continue as he pushed me to the bed, climbing on top of me as he slide his tongue into my mouth. It wasn't until he pressed himself between my legs that I realised he was only in his boxers and I was only in my thin pyjamas shorts, allowing me to feel how hard he was.

'Tell me you want this.' He mumbles against my lips as he rolled his hips into mine, causing another moan to roll off my tongue.

'Yes.' I pant, wanting to feel even more of him.

As soon as my approval left my lips I could feel his hand trail down my body, only stopping until it reached the rim of my shorts. His finger teased the top for a moment before he plunged his hand under my clothing, finding my bare centre.

'No underwear?' He smirks, pushing his fingers into my folds.

'Bennie.' I moan, bucking my hips to meet his hand.