Friends with Benefits(9)

He reached out, one hand taking my waist, and pulled me into him. The  bare skin of his chest and stomach was hot and smooth. His other hand  cupped the back of my neck, and he used his thumb against my jaw to  force me to look up at him. He was staring at my lips.


He leaned down, closing the distance between us with agonizing slowness. Moments before his lips grazed mine, my eyes closed.


Our lips touched. He was gentle at first. Then, his hand at the back of  my neck gripped me tighter, and his kiss grew fiercer. Before I knew  what I was doing, I draped my arms over his shoulders and held on to  him. My lips parted, and I let his tongue slip between my teeth. I  relished in how he tasted. Mint and something sweet. Something that made  my knees tremble.


His hand around my waist held me up when I thought I might turn to  butter. I could feel his teeth against my bottom lip as his kiss became  hungrier. I matched his intensity, burying my fingers in his hair and  tightening my hands into fists.


I tried to cement this feeling into my memory. I was kissing Steven Marx.


He pulled me into the house, spun us both around, and kicked his door  closed. It slammed into the frame, and I felt the vibration in the soles  of my shoes. He pushed me backward, step by step, down his hallway. I  knew where he was guiding me when we turned right. Our lips never  parted. His desperate exploration of my mouth with his tongue never  ceased.


We passed through the open doorway to his bedroom. As we walked, his  fingers pulled my jacket from my shoulders. He yanked it off of me and  let it fall to the ground. Then he caught the hem of my shirt, and our  lips parted for the first time when he pulled it over my head. Then,  breathlessly, we came back together like magnets.


He undid my jeans. I didn't stop him. I worked to shimmy them down over my hips as Steven unclasped my bra.


I realized how naked I was when his hands grazed my breasts, and his  thumbs flicked over my nipples. I giggled more out of excitement than  anything else. He smiled into our kiss. His hands continued to caress my  breasts, gliding over my skin and teasing me with the lightest touch.


Steven's arm wrapped around my lower back. Ever so slowly, he lowered me  to his bed, his sheets soft against my bare back. I lay below him,  staring up at him as he leaned over me, bracing himself with a hand  planted firmly on each side of me. His face was dark in shadow, but his  eyes glinted from the porch light streaming through his bedroom window.


He began kissing me again. His lips left my mouth to trail kisses down  my neck, over my collarbone, and over the line in the middle of my  stomach. When he reached my hips, he stopped. He snapped my thong  playfully, and it stung, sending a thrill through me.


Then he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed. His hands fell  between my thighs, and he pushed my legs apart. He pulled my panties to  the side. I watched him, hungry, desperate, as he drew closer to me.


His tongue kissed my clit. My eyes closed of their own volition. My  fingers curled in his sheets, and a breathless sigh escaped me. His  tongue slid up and down over the length of my pussy, tasting me, teasing  me, until I thought I was going to come undone.


I was so close to losing control. He sensed it, and he ceased the  swirling of his tongue. He stood, looking down at me like he owned me as  he stripped out of his sweatpants.


I reveled in his nakedness. He was perfection, as I already knew he was,  but seeing him this time was different. I knew I was about to have him.  I knew I was about to feel him inside me.


"Please," I breathed, begging him to hurry. I couldn't wait any longer. This emptiness inside me was begging to be filled.         

     



 


He stroked his cock and stepped closer to me. I felt the top of his  thighs against the bottom of mine; firm and warm. The tip of his  hardness pressed up against me, and he moved his cock up and down,  stroking my wetness, making me wait.


"Please," I begged again, willing him to enter me.


When he did, everything around me vanished. I was nothing but the sex.  He slid deep inside me, pushing me open and demanding I give all of  myself to him. Each slow thrust stretched me further until a cry escaped  my lips.


He pressed his thumb to my clit. A quiver of excitement rushed through me. I could hear the blood hammering in my ears.


Then, he was spreading my legs farther apart. I let him use me like a  gymnast, pushing my legs back and apart, leaning into me so that he  could grind his cock against my G-spot. I gripped his forearms,  whimpered with delight, and then, to my surprise and delight, became a  shaking mass of pleasure as my orgasm ripped me open.


He didn't slow. His thrusts became more powerful, more primal, and as my  orgasm ended, I felt another one mounting. It built and built until I  could feel the walls of my pussy closing around him. He seemed to feel  it too.


A sound in the back of his throat was enough to make me come again. His  hands gripped my hips, and he pushed his weight upon me, holding me in  place so that each time he buried himself in me, I couldn't move. I  gasped as he filled me with his hot, silky cum.


Then he pulled out of me and collapsed on the bed beside me. We both lay  on our backs with our eyes closed sucking in great gulps of air. I  closed my eyes and tried to focus on how wonderful I felt. I had never  had an orgasm like that before.


I knew that soon I would want more.





Chapter 7

Steven





Allie's bare leg was draped over mine when I woke in the morning. It was  early-probably not even seven yet. I was on my back with one arm  beneath my pillow. I turned my head slowly, fearful to move and wake  her.


She was sleeping on her side facing me. Her dark hair was splayed out on  my pillow in a way that made me think of a mermaid underwater. Her  cheek and most of her face were nestled into the pillow, and the  blankets were tucked neatly around her. She looked incredibly peaceful.


I moved my hand to the leg she had resting on mine and rubbed her thigh  gently. Her skin was smooth. She sighed softly in her sleep and buried  her face deeper into the pillow.


I wanted to know more of what she wanted. I had tried to do right by her  last night, but her body and her pussy had been too much to bear. I  hadn't been able to hold on as long as I wanted.


Her diary was tucked under my mattress on my side of the bed. I knew  that all the answers I needed rested in its pages. I reached my free arm  out, my fingers searching the edge of the mattress for the spine of her  diary.


Allie stirred. I froze. I drew my arm back to my side just as her eyes  opened. She regarded me sleepily for a moment before closing her eyes  again as she stretched.


"Good morning, gorgeous," I said, meaning it. I had never been with a  girl who looked like Allie. She had curves in all the right places. She  was sexy without trying. Even now, an hour after dawn, tired with bed  head, she was beautiful. Especially now.


"Morning," she mumbled, lifting her head to peer at the clock on my nightstand. "Coffee," she mumbled. "Need coffee."


I swung out of bed and grabbed my boxers from the floor. I hop-stepped  into them while she rolled onto her back and stretched again. She lifted  her arms above her head, and the blanket slipped down her chest. Her  breasts appeared, teasing me with their fullness.


"I'll make coffee," I said, staring at her breasts. "You take your  time." There was no need for her to be in a hurry to put her clothes on.


She met me in the kitchen five minutes later. She had found a blanket in  my linen closet and wrapped herself up in it. Her hair was still a  messy disaster, a sign that I had done at least a semi-decent job last  night.


She sat on the stool at my counter, and I handed her a mug of piping hot  black coffee. She wrapped her hands around it, breathed in the steam,  and took a sip. "Thank you," she said as she closed her eyes. Looking at  her now only reminded me of how she had looked beneath me the previous  night. Naked, bathed in the light from the porch through the window.  Like a goddess.


"Steven," she said slowly, pulling me out of my reverie. "I need my diary back."


"You'll get it. If you come back here tonight."


She stared at me blankly. I couldn't tell what thoughts were happening  behind those dark eyes of hers. "I don't know if I should."


"Don't know if you should come back tonight?"         

     



 


"Yes," she said, nodding slightly and clutching the mug of coffee  tighter. "This is strange for me, Steven. I don't know what this all  means."


"Don't overthink it. It doesn't have to mean anything."


She stared at the counter.


"We don't have to over complicate this by putting labels on it, Allie. We can enjoy it for what it is."


"And what is that?" she asked, meeting my eye again.


"It's whatever we want it to be. We are friends who happen to be  attracted to one another. Friends with benefits. No commitments. No  strings. Friends who can occasionally, or regularly, bone. What's so  confusing about that?"