Alexis POV

I just stood there, watching Brads beautiful naked backside which was partially covered by his wings, slowly walking away from me. My head was so consumed with guilt, I didn't once appreciate this perfect sculpted human being until now. He had the cutest dimples on his lower back and the most intricate ink work running up both his toned arms. I loved the site of him and I almost felt myself follow in his path. I should've wrapped my arms around him, I should've kissed him again. Longer, harder... . Once he veered around the corner and out of sight, I sighed and turned back around and looked out at the night sky. Little drops of water began to hit the stone railing, signalling a storm was coming. I closed my eyes and lean forward slightly, allowing the soft rain to kiss my face as I think back over the conversation with Brad.

He was right. I'm not his girlfriend and I don't want to be... right? I was feeling absolutely distraught over the "Benji" incident but now, this feeling right here, wondering if this thing between Brad and I, was starting to turn into something I wasn't familiar with at all... was making me sick with anxiety. Not once did I think about relationships, feelings, but as soon as he mentions the word "girlfriend"... it's all I can think about. But why?

I take a step back, wiping the dampness away from my face when I hear a slight shuffle behind me and am fully aware of the heat radiating off this person, which quickly engulfs me and something tells me, it's definitely not Brad.

"Hello Kitten."

Oh Jesus Fuck. Why? Seriously why?

I hear his low velvety voice, dripping with sex and poison, before I see him.

I turn around slowly, mentally preparing myself to look at his face again. Begging my hormones to behave long enough that I don't end up slapping the fucker in his stupid sexy face, before he has a chance to talk.

My eyes are met with his chest, watching it rise and fall steadily. I trail them upwards, pausing on his neck as I watch his adams apple shift. He swipes his bottom lip with his tongue quickly, leaving a slight glisten. His nostrils are flared and his eyes are dark and menacing. I feel myself flinch a little, noting how close he is to me. The corner of his lips start to pull up as he catches my reaction. I immediately take a step back, folding my arms over my chest as I take up the defence position.

"What the fuck are you doing here Vaughn?"

Christ. That was hostile, even for me.

He runs his hand through his hair, delaying his response, then folds them over his chest with an inquisitive look on his face.

"Ok first of all, do you speak to all your guests this way?" He says, raising an eyebrow. I don't budge. I don't respond. I just continue to throw daggers his way, secretly hoping some invisible force would inflict an immense amount of pain towards him, right at this moment. He inches forward and I take another step back, which seems to amuse him.

"And second... Vaughn? Really?" He chuckles again, taking another step forward as my legs automatically take one back. "What's the matter kitten? Can't bring yourself to say my name?"

"Don't flatter yourself. It's just a name. Nothing special about it or the person connected to it." I say through gritted teeth.

"Oh yea? Is that what you tell yourself when you scream out my name, while you make yourself cum, wishing it was me?"

I suck in a breath. "Or do you reserve those moments when you're with my brother, so he can hear you scream name." He continues, eyes darkening again as he fights to remain playful.

Oh no! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"You're really not so blameless after all." He adds, cocking an eyebrow.

"You fucking asshole." I spit out, hands clenching up. "You were listening on our conversation? How dare you!"

He steps forward quickly, eyes almost turning black."How dare I? You were talking about me!"

"That doesn't give you an excuse to eavesdrop on a private conversation." I bite back. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Long enough to know that you like to play games." He replies in a low tone. "And it's not really my problem if you fail to notice your surroundings, before indulging in a private conversation. I've been out here all night."

Dammit. How did I miss that.

"This was between me and Brad--" He quickly cuts me off, leaning into me, causing my back to hit the brick wall, leaving me temporarily winded.

"If it's really only between you and my brother, then why was my name on your lips kitten?" He says, now towering over me as I fight to maintain my stance.

"Fuck you Benj. Don't call me that." I spit back, pushing him away but barely making a difference to the shrinking space between us.

"Or what?" He goads, eyes trailing down to my lips then to my neck as I feel my pulse quicken. No doubt it's noticeable from the way he smirks at the sight of it. I turn my head away from him to my right, trying to catch my breath as I focus on the rain, which has now increased in volume, but fails in drowning out the sound of my beating heart.

"Leave me alone Benj." I plead, with my face still turned away from him. It's almost a whisper as my voice struggles to complete the sentence.

I feel him shift, slowly moving closer to me as his right knee now lightly rests in between my thighs. I feel his right hand brush away the strands of hair that had fallen over my neck, once again exposing my vulnerability as he brings his head down, blowing his warm breath onto my skin. I feel my whole body shudder as my core erupts in flames, opening the flood gates, almost instantly drenching my lace panties. My body had betrayed me once again, God dammit.

"Is that really what you want kitten?" He whispers in my ear as he starts to nibble my skin. I knew what I wanted, but my mind and my body refused to see eye to eye when it came to this man. I had no control over the reactions I had with him and he knew it too. "Cause if that were true, why are you still here... with me?"

Cause my pussy is a weak little bitch.

I close my eyes, letting out the breath I was holding as I turn to face him. I force my eyes open as he now leans over me completely, with his right hand splayed across the wall right beside my head and his forehead lightly touching mine. "What do you want from me Benj?"

His lips twitch as his eyes travel down to my mouth which I had subconsciously left slightly open.

"You. I want you. And don't even think about lying and telling me you don't feel the same. Your body is way to responsive to me.

I really hate that he was right. My body was desperate to be touched, kissed, and fucked repeatedly by this man. Yet my head was stubbornly reserved for someone else.

"Brad and I--"

Suddenly I feel his left hand grip my waist, cutting my words off and rendering me speechless. "I didn't come here to talk about my brother. I don't care what you think you've got going on with him."

This motherfucker.

I wrap my fingers around his wrist as they begin to dig into my waist, forcing him to relieve the pressure as I stare him down. "You really are an asshole you know that?" He doesn't answer and it makes me even more angry, to the point where I could actually punch him right in the face, then have him bend me over straight after and fuck me into tomorrow.

Wait, what? Ugh fucking hell, focus Lexi.

"Brad is amazing and you should care, because he knows how to treat me with respect. Maybe you should take some notes."

Anger flickers quickly in his eyes as I openly compare him to his brother and I'm somewhat pleased with myself for bringing out this reaction, yet unbelievably terrified at the same time. It doesn't last long as he now displays a sly smirk on his face, while his right hand travels down to grip the base of my neck. "Is that really what you want? Someone to treat you like a little princess? Or someone to bend you over and fuck you until you're raw."

Brain. Pussy. . Dammit Lexi!

"Tell me Lexi. Does your body react to him, the same way it does with me?" He pushes himself closer to me, freeing his left hand easily from my grip to move it onto my upper thigh, and my body involuntarily arches into him. "Does his name sound as sweet on your lips, compared to mine?" His left hand slowly trails upwards, pausing on the fabric of my garter with his thumb gently caressing my inner thigh and his right hand sensually massaging my shoulder, skilfully letting the thin strap on my dress to slip down my shoulders. At this point, I've lost all control and logic and have now allowed him to do what he does best.

He leans into the nook of my neck and my head automatically turns to allow him more access. I feel him smile against my skin. His right hand is now securely resting on my waist, with his left hand still travelling upwards in an excruciatingly slow pace. The anticipation alone, could make me combust. "Does he make you Lexi? Does he make you ache with the need to be filled, completely?" His hand completes the journey, now caressing me ontop of my lace panties. I take a sharp intake of air, clearly not prepared for the sudden contact, no matter how much I wanted it. He slips his thumb underneath the fabric, zoning in on my clit. A soft moan escapes me as both my hands jerk up to grip his shoulders. His thumb slides slowly down my slit, allowing my juices to coat it before returning back to my sensitive bud.

"I love how wet you are. It's something you can't fake." He whispers in my ear, leaving soft warm kisses down my neck and onto my chin. My lips slowly part, inviting him to taste me. Please taste me. He hovers over my lips as his thumb now begins to trace circles on my clit, making my body spasm. "I could kiss you right now, but I won't."

What? Why the fuck not!

I moan in protest of his words but quickly forget why, as his thumb increases the speed, causing my core to ignite once again. He moves over to the left side of my neck, sucking and softly biting away, leaving a warmth on the surface which is quickly absorbed through my veins. He's like a drug. A very very strong drug... and I was insanely addicted to him.

"Benj--" His name escapes me, no matter how much I prayed for it to remain unheard.

"Mmm... fuck that sounds sexy. I've missed that." He says, still committed to imprint his lips all over my neck. His knee pushes my legs wider apart as his right hand now replaces his left, quickly dipping his middle finger inside me.

My grip on his shoulders tighten from the sudden intrusion and I let out a breath of air. "Let me kiss you." He whispers into my ear, while his finger continues it's sweet assault. I can barely concentrate on a reply, wondering why he even has to ask.

"I thought you said you wouldn't kiss me." I breathe out and immediately regret not giving him a simple Ok!

I feel him softly chuckle against my neck, his finger pausing momentarily, allowing me to catch a much needed breath. He kisses my ear softly, then moves his face to be inline with mine, once again hovering over my lips. His left hand caresses my cheek and my eyes slowly begin to close, anticipating the contact with his lips. I was paralysed. I was trapped. The last bit of hope in pushing him away and running to Brad was quickly diminishing as he runs his thumb along my bottom lip, lightly pinching it between his fingers and tugging it downwards, slightly exposing my bottom teeth. "I don't mean these lips kitten."

Holy fuck.

My pussy tightens around his finger instantly, just hearing those words. I could feel my juices dripping down the inside of my thighs. I was fucking drenched. He can't eat me now! I'm too wet.

"Let me taste you kitten." He continues as he slips in a second finger, stretching me slowly. He released my lip, allowing me to bite down as the full feeling quickly consumes me.

"I'm... I'm too wet." I breathe out, thoroughly enjoying the rhythmic motion of his fingers sliding in and out of me, mimicking the sound of soft lapping water.

He chuckles. "Even better." He moves slowly down my body, never ceasing contact with his lips on my skin as they travel over the top of my breasts and down my stomach, all while maintaining the rhythm of his fingers.

He kneels infront of me, hiking my dress up and kissing away at top of my thighs. "This is fucking sexy." He says as he grips the elastic band on my garter with his teeth, pulling it back slightly then letting it go, snapping it back onto my thigh. He kisses and licks the area above the garter on my right inner thigh.

Fuck. I shouldn't be doing this. I should NOT be doing this.

"Benj wait.. we.. we shouldn't be doing this."

He takes a long, slow swipe of his thick tongue up my inner thigh, lapping up the juices that had started to travel downwards and pausing the movement on his fingers once again. I look down at him, his face only inches away from my pussy as I feel his hot breath embrace my skin. His jaw twitches, then he looks straight up at me with his dark menacing eyes.

"Tell me to stop kitten and I will. Just tell me to stop."

It was like looking into the soul of the devil. A sexy devil, with the eyes of a lion. A very hungry lion who had been starved for days. How the fuck do you say no to that?

His eyes linger on mine a few seconds more, neither one of us choosing to speak. I can hear myself panting against the sound of heavy rain, waiting for my lips to move. But I'm speechless.

Did I want him to stop? Of course I didn't want him to stop! What a fucking stupid question. My pussy was begging to be eaten. It was coated with my juice and practically goading him to see how fast he could lap it all up before it's replenished. I wanted to feel the slight stubble against my perfectly shaved pussy, gently rubbing on my sensitive bud. I wanted my lips to be sucked into his welcoming mouth. I wanted his warm tongue penetrating deep inside me. I wanted to come all over his fucking face.

He suddenly withdrew both fingers, emitting a soft protest from me as the feeling of emptiness consumes me.

I watch as he sticks both his fingers inside his mouth, sucking slowly as his eyes continue to silently penetrate me.

My mouth involuntarily opens, as my tongue mimics his action, licking away at my bottom lip.

"You taste sexy kitten. I want more." He breaks eye contact with me for a second as he slides my panties to one side, completely exposing my sex. "So fucking beautiful." He looks back up at me as his tongue takes its first lap along my slit.

"Fuck!" I breathe out as my legs go into a momentary spasm.

"Jesus christ you taste good. Even better than I imagined." Both his hands are locked in place, along either side of my pussy, pushing my hips parallel to the wall behind me. His tongue dips into my slick opening, then slowly trails back up towards my clit.

Fuck me, this feels insane. It's even better than I imagined as well.

My hands are gripping onto the wall and railing as I try and steady myself on legs that will most likely fail on me soon. His tongue glides over my pussy lips, sucking each into his mouth softly and I hear him grunt to himself as his fingers begin to dig into my thighs.

Little moans escape me as he continues his slow approach. Without breaking contact, he speaks into my lips and I feel his voice travel through me. "Do you want me to stop?"

God fucking no!

"I--." Is all I could muster, as I look down at his lips still smothered by my soft pink flesh. I was fighting with myself, begging my hands and hips to maintain their position even though all I wanted to do was grab a fistful of his hair, thrust my hips forward and fuck that disgustingly perfect face of his.

Benjamins POV