Outside the Lines(51)

“Ahoy, matey,” I say instead.

Ben sits up, mouth opening just a bit as he looks at me. I come over to the bed and he grabs me around the waist. “I’m going to shiver your timbers, baby,” he says and we both laugh. “I have no idea what that means, by the way. Just know I’m not going to stop fucking you until you’re screaming my name.”

“Yo ho—ohhh!” He puts himself between my legs, hard already.

“I kind of want to make up a story,” he admits as his tongue runs along my ear.

“You mean like role-play pirates?”

“Why not?”

I haven’t role played anything in bed before. My heart speeds up with fear of sounding stupid or messing this up somehow. “We’re forbidden lovers? I’m a pirate captain’s daughter and you’re the general of the British army?”

He nods. “Stop trying to temp me to do the wrong thing,” he says and lifts up my skirts. Is this really happening? Ben is actually into role-playing pirates of all things? Fuck being friend-zoned. If this is what the friend zone gets me, then I should have taken a seat here long ago.

Channeling my inner pirate wench makes me a bit of a dominatrix. I flip Ben over and climb on top, looking down over my tits at him. “You have to be quiet,” I say. “Or my father will hear us. He will kill you if he sees us together.”

He reaches up, hands resting on my sides, which are more pronounced in this tight-ass corset. “It’s worth the risk,” he says.

And then we’re kissing, his hard cock pressing against me, begging to be let in and allowed to plunder me into oblivion. I hold out, even though I’m craving him just as much, slowly removing his clothes until he’s lying there completely naked while I’m still fully dressed in my costume.

The light is still on next to the bed. It’s the first time I get to take my time and look at Ben, to admire his naked body. He’s like a work of art himself. Muscles and tattoos, tan skin, dark hair and eyes. Each is gorgeous on its own. Put them all together and he’s a fucking masterpiece.

And then there is his cock.

Holy shit. That dick though.

I’m not one to inherently think a penis is beautiful. They’re kinda misshaped most of the time, a little too veiny with an odd-looking mushroom tip. They serve one hell of a purpose, but to look at … not so much.

But not this glorious dick that’s at full mast in front of me. Looking at it turns me on, makes me want it inside me—my mouth, my vagina, hell maybe I’ll try it up the back door. His cock is long and thick, with enough girth to fill me completely and then some. The veins run along the shaft, and the whole thing is nicely attached to neatly trimmed balls.

His whole package is finely wrapped with a pretty bow. I inhale then bend over, hardly able to breathe in this fucking corset, and take it in my mouth, tasting salty precum, swirling it around with my tongue.

Ben lets out a gasp. I suck hard and pull up, just focusing on the tip before diving down again. His hands grasp my hair and he lets out a moan. I’m so wet and hot I wonder if I can come right here, not even being touched. Hearing Ben get off is getting me off.

I feel his cock pulsing in my mouth and his thighs tighten. I slow, wondering if I should keep going or not. I’m sure he’s close to finishing, and I really want that beautiful dick to thrust inside me. I don’t want him to be done.

I let him decide, which might be a mistake because I’m doubting he has much self-control right now. His closes his fists in my hair, letting out another moan as he comes, legs twitching. He’s breathing heavy and I’m a bit proud of how intense that seemed for him.

I slowly sit up, letting his dick slide out of my mouth. I want to run to the bathroom and spit the semen out, rinse my mouth, then come back. Is it too soon? I have to act like I enjoy this, all of this, right? That’s what women are supposed to do.

Fuck that shit.

I give him a closed lip smile and go into the bathroom. I turn on the water and spit, then quickly use my hand as a cup and rinse my mouth out. I’m back in bed in under sixty seconds.

Ben is still laying there, still panting. I don’t think he noticed I was even gone. A few seconds tick by then he’s over top of me, unzipping my boots and taking off my panties and tights. He’s on his side next to me kissing me, and I’m sure he’s glad I got that water.

He puts his hand under my petticoat, stroking my clit. I shudder from pleasure. I’m so wound up, so ready for this. He works his fingers, taking his time rubbing, circling, stroking me. I hold onto him, feeling his muscles bulge and flex as he finger-fucks me.

He pushes two fingers inside me, finding my g-spot, then moves back to my clit. After a few minutes of going back and forth like that, I’m coming so hard my ears ring and my toes tingle.