Against All Odds (Shifters)(14)

Ben pulled away first as if they’d never been close. It was humiliating at times. She wanted him desperately, and yet, he was always the first to pull away.

“Great, that makes me feel so much better,” she said, sarcastically.

“Have you ever thought he’s taking his time and getting you used to his presence?”

“Why would he do that? I’m here, willing and waiting for him to go the next step, and he’s not going to the next step.” She was at her wits’ end. He was the first guy she’d wanted to be with since Mark.

“Heather, honey, four months ago back in July he attacked you and scarred you for life. You healed pretty fast, and I know you’re the forgiving kind. Ben clearly needs more time, and you need to give him it.”

Her friend’s explanation made sense.

“I don’t want to be a charity case, Dana. I want him to want me.”

“He does want you. You’re his mate. He’s showing great restraint. Even Dad has mentioned it to us.”

“I guess I should be happy with him giving me time.” Heather didn’t want to take more time.

“Yeah, you really should. I understand you, Heather. I know why you do not want to wait, but this is about him proving to you, there’s something more. You’re not a shifter. He’s hurt you bad, and now he’s trying to make it up to you. Ben’s being the perfect gentleman. Man, I wish I had one of those.” Dana’s voice sounded wistful.

“Your man is out there, Dana.”

“I’ll never find him at this rate. I’m going to die an old maid.”

“Better to die an old maid instead of begging for your guy to come to you,” Heather said.

“You’re not alone, honey. You’ve got other ways of getting off without Ben.”

“What?”

“Come on, you can touch yourself, Heather. You can’t have sex or cock, but you can bring yourself off. Why not try it and maybe Ben won’t look so appealing?”

“I can’t do that. What if he knows?” she asked.

Her pussy was dripping wet. She’d masturbated plenty of times in her life. Hearing Dana say the words embarrassed her.

“He knows you’re horny and desperate for sex. Maybe smelling your satisfaction at your own hand will kick his butt into giving you what you want.”

Rolling her eyes, Heather changed the subject. She listened to her friend moan about being alone. She did everything she could to try to smooth over the upset. Dana really wanted to be mated.

“The right guy is out there for you.”

“I know. I just wish I could find him. I miss you. Would you and Ben come to the Halloween barbeque we’re having? You get to dress up and mess around.”

“Your parents stopped having those,” Heather said, remembering the Halloween barbeques from when she was younger.

“He’s decided to start them up again. Plenty of new kids in the neighbourhood and all that.”

“I’ll talk to Ben, but I don’t know if I want to go.”

“You’ll be fine, Heather. Trust me.”

After another couple of minutes, Heather rang off and put the phone next to the bed. She rolled over to her back so she was staring at the ceiling.

She’d not left the house apart from walking the gardens, and that didn’t count. Ben kept trying to get her to visit her parents. She wasn’t ready to go out to the world. He’d created her a little paradise in his home, and the moment she left it, reality would set in.

Crossing her legs, she felt the friction the movement caused between her thighs. Most of her days were spent in a constant state of arousal. Would it hurt to touch herself and to give herself some kind of pleasure?

Running her hands down her sides she settled both hands at the apex of her thighs. A moan escaped her lips at the first touch.

Licking her lips she tugged her pyjama pants off. Spreading her legs wide, she teased one finger through her folds. She was hot to the touch and wet.

There was nothing wrong with giving herself this kind of release. She needed it, and her sanity needed it as well.

Sinking a finger into her pussy, she let out a groan. She was so turned on and horny.

****

Ben closed the door behind him, throwing the book he’d picked up from the postal surface on the counter near the door. He put his keys in the dish and tugged off his coat. It was cold out, but with his heat he barely felt it. He’d learned at a young age to put a coat on. Humans always looked at him strange if he was caught with his shirt off walking around in the winter.

He ran hotter than most men, and just recently he’d been unable to stop the heat. Ben was burning up with need. Being around Heather every day and not able to touch her was pure torture. At night he regularly took care of his needs. His fist was not a comfort. Every time he fell asleep he dreamed about being inside Heather’s tight heat.

What wasn’t helping was her arousal. Everywhere he went, the scent of her need followed her. She was always red hot and wet. He didn’t even need to touch her to know how slippery she’d be.

“Heather?” He called out her name without any response.

Listening for her, he heard the pleasured moan escape her lips.

Frowning, he started up the stairs careful not to make a noise. Was there another man here? No, Heather was not the type of woman to take on another man when she had him.

Taking the steps two at a time, he stopped as he went to her door. It was open showing him exactly what she was doing.

There was no other man, and he felt like a total bastard for thinking there was. He really needed to get his trust issues under control.

He stood frozen watching as her fingers worked between her creamy slit. Her legs were wide open, and his vision was perfect. He saw how wet she was. Her cream was dripping down to the puckered entrance of her ass.

His cock thickened, unbearably tight.

“Ben,” she said, moaning.

Heather was thinking about him?

Her arousal filled the room, drifting toward him. His mouth watered. She would be perfect and sweet.

“Please, more,” she said. If she was vocal while finger-fucking herself, he wondered what she’d be like when he finally got his cock inside her.

Shit, he needed to stop thinking about this.

Ben watched her fuck two fingers inside her cunt. Rubbing his cock through his jeans, he couldn’t turn away. He should back away without looking at her. The sight was more than he’d ever hoped for. She still wore her bed shirt while her pants had been thrown off the bed. Her creamy thighs were spread. It would be so easy for him to walk toward her, settle between her legs and take her.

She’d be tight and hot.

He couldn’t handle it anymore. The jeans were too tight, and it was hurting him to keep still.

Unbuckling his belt, Ben pulled his erect flesh out of the confines of the jeans. The tip was already slick, and he stroked the length, coating it with his natural lube.

Ben saw how close she was. He witnessed the tightening of her ass and pussy as she brought herself closer to the edge.

Her cries erupted seconds later, and he saw her cream flow out of her. She was so fucking beautiful. He wanted to drink from her.

Pumping his shaft, he froze as her eyes landed on him. She sat up.

“Ben?” She spoke his name, and he detected the shock in her voice.

Feeling like a pervert, he pulled up his jeans. This was the last thing he’d ever wanted. “I’m sorry,” he said, feeling like a teenager being caught with his pants down his ankles.

“Don’t. Stop.” He paused as she came off the bed and toward him.

Both hands were tugging up his jeans, but he stopped to watch her move. Her pussy was covered by the tails of her shirt. He’d give anything to have her naked.

“Do you want to?” Heather asked.

“What?” He was losing himself. He was supposed to be the one in control, and yet he was stumbling over everything. Even after her orgasm, Heather smelled like pure, unadulterated need.

“Touch yourself. Do you want to touch yourself, and do you want to touch me?” she asked. There was a hesitation in her voice. He’d give anything to wipe it out. He despised her hesitation, even more so because he was the cause.

“More than anything.” He answered her without holding anything back.

She reached up presenting her fingers to his lips. “Do you want to taste me?” she asked.

Wrapping his fingers around her arm, he brought her arm close. The smell grew stronger the closer she came. Opening his lips, he sucked her into his mouth. Her musky taste erupted on his tongue, making him groan.

Heather gasped, coming flush against him.

She shocked him further by pressing one of his hands against her face. There was no tension or disgust present.

Sucking the cream from her fingers, Ben released her.

“What’s going on?” he asked, confused, excited, and downright nervous about what it all meant.

“I need you to touch me. I’m not ready to go further, but I want your hands on me.” Heather didn’t break eye contact. Staring into her eyes, Ben saw the honesty written inside her.

Reaching out, Ben waited for her to flinch away. Nothing happened. She waited for him to touch her. Cupping her cheek, he was amazed by her soft, creamy flesh. Both hands held her face, and he leaned in close, resting his head against hers.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to hold you,” he said.