Friends with Benefits(35)

"This is our last stop. But, I was thinking you should come over  tonight." The thought of going to bed without her wasn't a pleasant one.  I didn't want to not be with her.


"Were you?" she asked, sinking the straw back into the shake and closing  her lips over the end. She sucked, and I watched the chocolatey  goodness creep up the straw.         

     



 


"I was."


"Funny," she said, leaning back and licking her lips. "I was thinking the same thing."





Allie was untucking my shirt from my pants before I even managed to get  my front door closed. I managed to lock it before becoming wholly  absorbed in her. She smelled like summertime. She tasted like the beach.  I shrugged out of my shirt as she pulled it over my head, and then  helped her out of hers.


She was wearing a pale pink bra. It was plain save for a single  sparkling jewel between her breasts. She undid her pants and shimmied  them down her hips. I took off my pants, and we left our clothes in a  trail down the hallway until we reached my bedroom. Then I took over.


I lifted Allie up and placed her on the bed. She tried to turn herself  around. I knew she wanted to try to suck my cock. It was hard and ready,  aching for her touch, but I wanted tonight to be about her. I wanted to  show her how special she was. That was what this whole day had been  about.


I eased her back down by pressing gently on her shoulders. She complied,  her brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes fixed on me. She was curious.  She was beautiful. It was hard to not stop and stare at her for a while  as she lay upon my bed in nothing but her bra and panties.


Then she slid her panties off. She twirled them around one finger,  smiling at me all the while, and then tossed them over her shoulder  where they disappeared from view on the other side of the bed. I stepped  closer to her and pressed my knee between her legs, forcing her to  spread them. She did as I wanted and rested her head back.


I crouched down between her legs. Her pussy was swollen and pink in  front of me. It was going to feel so good to fuck her. I yearned for it.


But first, I wanted to make her orgasm.


I reached out and traced the tip of my index finger up the length of her  slit. She flinched when I grazed her clit. I continued to tease her by  trailing my finger over her. When her hips started lifting from the bed,  I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out on her much longer. So I settled  and eased one finger slowly into her. Her sharp intake of breath and the  way her pussy gripped my finger was proof enough that she was horny as  hell. So was I.


I leaned forward while I worked my finger inside her and licked her  clit. She gasped. I loved hearing the soft little sounds she made while I  pleased her. I flicked my tongue over her clit, feeling each tremble on  the inside of her thighs as I held one leg aside.


She reached down and knotted her hands in my hair. Her breathing grew  more rapid. I slid another finger into her. My tongue continued to roll  over her swollen bud, and my fingers curled inside her.


She didn't suppress the cry that came out of her. I continued licking and rubbing her as her hips jerked and her legs shook.


When she was done, I stepped away and flipped her over. She went face  down on the mattress right away. Her fingers were already clutching the  sheets when I ran my cock over her wet warmth. I eased myself into her,  enjoying the way she gripped me the deeper I got. I held her ass in both  hands and squeezed. She moaned.


Then I slapped her ass. She let out a cry that turned into a moan and  buried her face in my blanket. I slapped her again. Her ass jerked, and  my cock slid deeper inside her. Then I took hold of her hips to hold her  in place and began thrusting my hips, fucking her like it was the last  time we were ever going to share each other.


My sheets did nothing to stifle her cries of pleasure. The sounds that  came out of her urged me on, and I bucked against her like a wild  animal. I could feel her closing in around me. I was going to blow soon,  and so was she.


I spread her ass and fucked her as deep as I could. She threw her head  back, arching her spine, and let out a breathless moan as she came. I  felt the wetness around my cock. She was so warm, so silky. I came  seconds later, filling her up with sperm. She quivered in my hands.


When we pulled apart, all I wanted was to be back inside her.





Chapter 30

Allie





I was sitting at my vanity when I heard Steven come in my front door. He  knocked twice then let himself in, calling out my name as he closed the  door behind him.


"I'll just be another minute!" I called back.


He was picking me up to take me to his parents' house for a family  dinner. I was excited to see them in a less crowded environment. I loved  his parents and hadn't been able to get as much one-on-one time with  them at the cocktail party as I wanted. I had spent a lot of time with  them as a teenager. His mother had given me advice that helped me get  through the ups and downs of high school. I suspected she had always  known how I felt about her youngest son.


I rifled through the drawers in my vanity hunting for my favorite shade  of liquid lipstick. I found it buried at the back and applied it to my  lips. It was a bold, deep red that complimented the neutral eye makeup I  was wearing. I had my hair in an updo pulled to one side with strands  curled around my face. I was wearing a dark gray, long-sleeved bodycon  dress and red heels. I knew Steven would like the dress.         

     



 


I grabbed my coat from the edge of the bed and joined Steven in the  kitchen. He was leaning on one of my counters while he waited and was  flipping through a home design magazine I had left out. When I emerged  from the bedroom, he looked up.


"You look stunning," he said, reaching out to me. I took his hand, and  he pulled me toward him. He ran his thumb over my jaw and then pulled a  strand of loose hair from my face. "Absolutely stunning."


"Thank you," I said softly. "You look pretty handsome yourself."


I wasn't lying. He had donned a perfectly tailored black suit. The only  thing he wore that wasn't black were the silver cufflinks in his jacket  sleeves.


"I have to try to look good if I'm going to be sitting next to you all night." Steven chuckled.


We made our way out the door and to his car parked at the curb. He  opened my door for me, as per new Steven fashion, and minutes later we  were pulling away.


When we parked in front of his parents' home, I had butterflies in my  stomach. The last time I was here was when Steven had really started to  pull away. I was worried that something might happen tonight that could  change his mind. I had thought about it over and over as I got ready.  Finally, I convinced myself that I had to walk through those doors and  get through the evening. Steven and I couldn't be anything if we  couldn't sit in a room with his family.


We walked up the path to the front door. Steven knocked. We waited. I  was tense. Steven didn't seem as nervous as me. I shot him a quick look  when I heard footsteps in the foyer. He took my hand and gave me a  reassuring squeeze. Maybe he understood how I was feeling, after all.


His mother opened the door with a bright smile. She opened up her arms  and hugged us both before inviting us in out of the cold. She led us to  the living room where the rest of the family was enjoying pre-dinner  cocktails. Steven's father was in his usual green claw foot chair by the  fire. He had a glass of brandy in one hand. Andrew was on the matching  sofa with his arm around a beautiful blonde woman.


Steven and I took our seats on the sofa across from his brother.


"Well, don't you two look sharp," Andrew commented with a smile.


"Don't we always?" Steven asked, his eyes flicking to the woman under Andrew's arm. "And who's the new face?"


"This is my girlfriend, Hannah. Hannah this is Steven and Allie."


Hannah smiled at both of us, and I smiled back. She was quite beautiful.  Her eyes were covered in a shimmering gold shadow, and her high  cheekbones were perfectly bronzed. She looked like a beach goddess. She  was wearing a flowing silk sheath dress that was a mixture between gray  and navy blue.


"Nice to meet you both," Hannah said pleasantly. "I've heard so much about you."


"Hannah is a florist," Mrs. Marx chimed in. "She does beautiful arrangements. You should see her work."


Hannah waved her hand to blow off the compliment. "Thank you, but it's  really nothing special. I just like working with the flowers."


"Well, I think you're quite talented," Mrs. Marx insisted. "Being humble  is sweet dear, but there's nothing wrong with acknowledging your gift."


I smiled. Mrs. Marx was the same as ever. She loved to give everyone her two cents. She was a ray of positivity for me.


The conversation shifted from Hannah's florist shop to how things were  going at work for me. I didn't want to get into how much I hated my  boss, so I left that alone and assured them that I was still happy  working at the publishing company. Steven talked about his app and the  near implosion of everything after it was hacked. Luckily, he had fixed  the security breach and had only lost one investor. He was confident  that he would be able to replace them in a week or two.