“Thanks,” I say and we kiss. The timer goes off for the pie, and we both go into the kitchen to get it.
“It smells amazing,” he says, arms locking around my waist. I close my eyes and lean back into him, dropping the pot holders on the counter. My mind goes to what Cameron says, that Ben sees me as a friend material only, and I get hit with sadness.
That was unexpected.
I force a smile, trying to push aside how strongly I feel for him. I don’t want to be friend-zoned as a fuck buddy only. I want something more with Ben because even though he might be totally out of my league, he’s my total dream guy.
“It has to cool for a while,” I tell him. “It’s too hot to eat.”
His lips meet my neck and his teeth graze my skin. “I know something we can do to pass the time.”
I shiver, whirling around in Ben’s arms and linking mine around his neck. He looks into my eyes, expression full of lust and … something else.
I’m not sure what it is, but I am entirely sure you don’t look at a friend that way.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask. I run my hands down his back and under his shirt. Just the feel of his warm skin against my palms makes me hot. Ben is spending the weekend with me.
With my family.
Meeting my parents.
My brother and his stupid fiancée.
Driving two hours and blowing off a friend’s party.
Fuck buddies don’t do that, right? It’s too much effort. He’s a good-looking guy with an impressive career. He could easily get some wherever he goes. And by now I know there is more to Ben than pussy seeking.
He shrugs. “We could watch TV, go for a walk … you know, exciting stuff like that.” His hands travel along my front and his fingers pull on the hem of my dress. “Or we could go into the bedroom and nap.”
“Yes. Nap. How responsible of us. Since we’re going to drive and all. Don’t want to nod off in the car.”
Ben takes a step back, bringing me with him “Not, not at all.” With no warning, he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder, then runs to the bedroom. He tosses me down on the bed and pins me down with his body.
His heart is beating fast against mine and he gives me that look again, a look that says he thinks the world of me. My first thought is what the fuck is wrong with him, to look at me that way. I’m laying beneath this incredible man, this incredible man with an incredible boner that’s pressing into me, by the way, and I’m feeling self-conscious and shy like I did when I ran into Mindy fucking Abraham outside the Adult Toybox.
I close my eyes and push those thoughts from my head. Thoughts that I’m told I shouldn’t have as an adult. I shouldn’t care what other people think. I shouldn’t worry about others’ opinions.
But I do, even though I try so hard not to.
I open my eyes and see Ben still looking down at me like he wants to devour me. A moment of clarity hits me.
I do care about others’ opinions. But that list of “others” just got a whole lot shorter.
I run my hands through Ben’s hair. He matters. I feel so strongly toward him at the moment, I don’t trust myself to speak. So I kiss him, locking my lips with his, sealing in any bumbling emotional words that might spill from my mouth.
He pushes his tongue inside and pulls my dress up. Things get heated quickly, and before I know it, my panties are on the floor and Ben is lowering his head between my legs. He runs his hands over the smooth skin on my bikini line. No pain, no bumps, and no redness. Thank the fucking lord.
I watch him work, tongue lashing in and out, harsh then soft on me, until I can’t take it anymore. My eyes close and I ball the blankets in my hands as I scream, coming so hard my legs shake. Holy fuck. The more we mess around, the better he knows me and my body. And the stronger the orgasms are.
A girl could get used to this.
I’m panting like crazy, chest rising and falling as he move up next to me. I smile at him. “That was great, thanks. We can leave now. Totally rested.”
He bites his lip and smiles back before grabbing my waist. He moves between my legs. “There’s no way I’m letting you out of my sight, out of my reach, my grasp, my touch, right now.”
All I can do is nod and fumble with the button on his pants. Somehow I manage to get them and his boxers down. His hard cock springs free, hitting me in the stomach when he lowers himself onto me again. He rubs against me, letting out a soft moan. I reach for him, taking his hardness in my hand, and pump my arm up and down a few times. I contort my body to be able to keep stroking him while gently biting his earlobe. He’s like puddy in my hand. Well, not really, since puddy is soft and not long and thick and hard.