We ate at a Mexican place that Ben told me he used to come to with his grandfather. Again, with the warm and fuzzy at the very idea that he has brought me somewhere, that means something to him. To be honest, if I had a pro’s and con’s list for Ben, the only negative thing so far that would appear on the con’s list, is the fact he is a man-whore.
When we leave the restaurant, Ben is again super alert to our surroundings as we make our way to the car, my hand grasped firmly in his. I don’t ask where we are heading, but when we pull up outside Ben’s loft, I have to admit to being silently relieved. The thought of being in Liddy’s alone with my freaky over creative brain didn’t enthral me.
‘You want a drink?’ Ben asks as we enter the spotless loft.
‘No thank you, I need a clear head for work tonight,’ I stifle a yawn, I’d had a beer with the meal. ‘I don’t usually drink at lunchtime as it makes me tired.’
‘Kick off your shoes,’ he instructs.
‘Do you have a cleaner?’ I ask, looking around at the space that doesn’t exactly scream bachelors pad.
‘Yes,’ he grabs two bottles of water from the fridge and moves towards the sofa area. I follow and realise that I do that a lot. Follow him. ‘You want to watch a film or something?’ He asks, putting the bottles on the coffee table and collecting the remote controls for the TV.
‘Sure,’ I plonk down on the sofa and lay back against the softness of the cushions tucking my feet underneath me.
I watch Ben’s jean-clad thigh move around as he sorts out the flat screen and kicks off his shoes before wandering out of my vision. When he returns, he sits beside me and lifts an arm for me to lean into him. I don’t question it because this is Ben and me, we have never had a problem with touching, well the platonic touching that is.
I remember no more. The next thing I know I wake up laying almost full frontal on top of Ben, as I find myself once again horizontal on his sofa. I glance up to see he is also asleep, the TV having been turned off and the room silent. I snuggle in, taking full advantage of the hard body against mine. As I lay there in the quiet, I think about the past few weeks and how they have been an emotional time for both me and Ben, in different ways. Him, losing his grandfather has no doubt devastated him and the time he should be taking to grieve and accept the loss, he is now spending worrying about his mum and all this crap with the photos. I feel anger flow through me at this consideration.
‘What are you fretting over?’ A gravelly voice rumbles through the ear at his chest.
‘They are bastards!’ I announce, turning to rest my chin on his wide torso area as I look up into his sleepy blue eyes.
‘Who?’ Ben frowns.
‘The bastards that are taking your attention away from losing your Pop,’ I update him. ‘All for money they think they are entitled to for doing what exactly? Bloody bullies?’ I scoff, furiously.
Ben’s hand moves to pull out the hairband that is holding my curls in one place.
‘Hey! What are you doing?’ I ask, mildly.
‘I like it down,’ he states, as he threads his fingers through my mane of dark hair, his eyes transforming before my eyes from sleepy to fully alert, but soft as he fists a handful of hair and tugs urging me up to his face. ‘So, you are laying there brooding over me?’ He purrs, seductively.
‘Well, not exactly,’ I frown.
His lips touch mine and I immediately quieten. He slants his head and his tongue strokes across the seam of my lips, testing. I sigh, my body instantly burning with a need I am fed up, with denying. I open up, and his tongue enters my mouth, seducing me with its talent as he sucks, licks and nibbles sending an electric shock down between my legs. I am so into the kiss I hardly feel his hands move to my hips and place me directly on top of him.
‘Soft and sexy,’ he whispers against my lips.
Then I screech as he does an ab curl with me still in his arms, which means I’ve no choice but to straddle him, which brings my sex directly in line with his hardness. I resist the urge to grind myself against him to satisfy the aching of my core as his eyes flare with heat. ‘It’s make your mind up time, Queenie,’ he whispers into my eyes. ‘We both know that we have been fighting this since the beginning, the question is whether you are prepared to throw caution to the wind and explore this thing between us, or run for the hills?’
His beautiful blue eyes hold mine, with what looks like indifference, but I know that he wants this as much as me. Would it be so wrong for me to have something for just me in the middle of this emotional time? I have had a dry spell for almost two years now, what with my work schedule. Maybe it’s a prime opportunity to stock up some memories for the cold, nights back in London.
‘Your eyes are speaking volumes, darlin’, but I need to hear it from your mouth,’ Ben encourages. ‘You don’t want this, we leave it and carry on as friends,’ he smirks, ‘well, as near as friends as it can be with what is bubbling between us. Either way, I still take care of you and the situation we currently face, but I have to tell you, sweetheart, I can take a lot better care of you if you are naked in my bed.’
‘You sleep with me, you don’t sleep with anyone else,’ I blurt out. ‘For however long it lasts,’ I watch as his eyes turn a different blue, a blue that suggests a deeper emotion whether it be anger or lust. ‘You want to fuck someone else, we stop first, and we keep it out of the club. The thought of just being one of a million doesn’t fill me with glee,’ I lower my eyes to his chin at the thought of the rest of the staff know that I have fallen for his charms, just like every other woman that works, or visits the club.
He lifts my chin to reconnect our glance, ‘I fuck you, I fuck only you,’ he agrees, although his voice sounds slightly pissed. ‘But I gotta tell you, Sasha, all these conditions are kinda killing the mood, darlin’.’
I shrug, ‘take it or leave it,’ although please don’t leave it, I think to myself.
‘What I do and who I fuck is no one’s business but mine. If we do this and I wanna kiss you, fuck you or do anything else to you, I will, despite anyone else,’ Ben states, sternly. ‘You get me?’
I frown, ‘maybe you should be less bossy if you are aiming to gain something from this?’ Irritation curls in my gut at his overbearingness.
‘You think I am the only one that is getting anything from this, Queenie, you are very fucking mistaken,’ he almost growls. ‘Now, in or out?’
‘Would I be kissing you if I didn’t want this?’ I half snap.
‘Is that Sasha language for, you’re in?’ His eyebrow arched.
I almost sighed out loud. He is so fucking good-looking. ‘Yes, already,’ I roll my eyes with attitude, just before I find myself being lifted up into the air as Ben stands with me still in his arms. My legs wrap around him, to keep myself from falling and his hands grasp my backside. One look at his face and I know he has lost patience and is taking back control of the situation.
His lips hit mine with such vigour that I lose all bearing of where or who I am, as I fly through the air and land with an oomph on my back on his ultra-huge perfectly-made bed. Ben’s knee hits the mattress, and his body falls between my hips, his mouth on mine as his hand fists tightly in my hair.
My body burns at the ferocity of his kiss as our mouths clash and battle for control. The groan, I think comes from him but I couldn’t be sure. My hands tug at his t-shirt and travel up against the heat of his toned back as my legs hook around him and push up against his evident arousal.
‘Jesus, Sasha, I’m not going to last long at this rate,’ he pants, as I his mouth travels to my neck nibbling and licking a path down, as his fingers push my top up. I fist his hair and my breathing hitches as I feel deft fingers stroking a trail up my ribs as his mouth goes down to suck on my hardened nipple that he has somehow released from the confines of my bra.
‘Shit!’ I gasp, as he sucks it in.
‘Wow, these are spectacular,’ he hums, a sound that vibrates through my chest and down to my melting sex. Hi
s hands unbutton my jeans and push both them and my underwear down my legs and off. That’s when his tongue moves up my inner thigh as he widens my legs nibbling a trail towards my wetness.
‘Smell like heaven, Queenie,’ his nose runs down the length of my folds, and I arch into him, eager for more. When his tongue begins to work between my legs, I instantly feel it building and whimper. ‘Not yet, darlin’,’ he sits up.
‘No, no don’t stop,’ I complain, my body teetering on the edge of heaven.
‘Patience,’ he hushes me.
He stands and whips off his t-shirt, and I almost combust at sight. With clothes on, he is a hunk of a man, but it only hints at the beauty underneath. Up close and personal he is pure perfection. Every muscle he has is ripped, not to the point of bulging ugliness, but sheer beauty. I see some tattoos that I imagine mean something to him, but to me, they are just artwork on a body had was born to be worshipped.
‘Fuck me!’ I whisper, running my eyes over every inch.
‘Clothes off,’ Ben orders, his commanding voice sending goose bumps to my entire body.
I move up onto my knees and pull off my blouse and unclip my bra as he instructs all the while watching the show of the man before me. I am comfortable in my body, it isn’t a bad body, but observing the faultlessness of Ben, I begin to worry. When he pulls off his jeans and underwear, I almost faint. Sculptures should be made of his thick, long, veiny cock as it bobs in front of him.
He moves towards me, his eyes almost black with lust as they move over my nakedness. ‘Pure fucking woman,’ he announces to the room.
First, his hand takes my jaw, next his mouth owns my mouth while his hand cups my globe-like breast, his thumb stroking over the hard nipples.
‘Spectacular tits,’ he purrs.
My body is scorching, my sex almost pulsing in apprehension as my hands wander over whatever piece of skin I can reach. I stroke across his warm skin and it is just as I thought, not an ounce of fat. I move one hand down and grasp his steel-like length and gently stroke up and down.
‘Fuck, Sash, that feels so good,’ he groans, ‘but right now I need to own you, baby.’ His fingers go low to slip through the wet folds in between my legs, and I almost convulse. ‘She’s ready for me,’ he mutters, to himself as he slides two fingers in and out, painfully slowly.
‘Ben,’ I breathe, my body already searching for release.
‘Hands and knees,’ he orders, ‘I’ll get the condom,’ he withdraws his fingers and moves around to the bedside cabinet. By the time I have turned over to my hands and knees, he has sheaved himself and had my hips in his hands. He drops to lick a trail up my sex once before pounding deep inside in one stroke.
My body welcomes the massive intrusion as I push back wanting, craving more. ‘Hard,’ I cry, ‘I need it hard.’
‘Fuck!’ he curses, and pounds deep, over and over, as I feel it re-building. He leans over me, one hand to the bed and hammers down into me while the other pinches hard on my nipple. When I say I come, I mean my body shudders, uncontrollably, as I explode around him as he continues the glorious assault. When he eventually growls his release, he halts for a beat before stroking his way through it until he comes down with a slow breath. I collapse onto the bed, and he follows me down, his mouth kissing across my shoulder to my ear where he whispers. ‘Jesus, baby, you know how to fuck.’
‘Wow, who says romance is dead?’ I giggle and feel his lips tip up against my neck.
‘Stay there, I’ll be back,’ he demands. I don’t have the energy to remind him I don’t have the strength to move anyhow. He disappears into what is apparently the bathroom and returns in record time. I haven’t moved an inch.
I feel the bed dip to his weight, and he encourages me over to my back. I smile down at him, and he gives me a smouldering look in return. ‘Open your legs, Queenie,’ he instructs. I comply.
He pushes himself under my legs, which he throws over his shoulders and he dives in.
‘Gonna make you come with my mouth, Sasha, then I’m going to fuck you again, this time watching those sexy brown eyes as you come apart.’
‘Okay then,’ I pant.
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We had continued our sexual marathon, and I was right about how it was going to be with a man like Ben. He had gotten up and brought back to his bed two coffees and two turkey and swizz sandwiches to replace the energy we had zapped with our energetic afternoon’s activities.
We had eaten naked, talking about everything that was going on around us and just enjoying the peace that we found in each other’s company, which had been evident on our first real meeting. Being in Ben’s company, for me, was natural. Apart from the very beginning at the club when let’s be real here, he was a bit of a dick, we had a straightforward relationship.
His nose rubs against mine, ‘you want to stay here, or go to the club?’
I am exhaustingly satisfied and so comfortable and could quite easily stay here for saying about a week recovering, but decide I should probably go and earn some money for my next mall trip. ‘I need to go back to Liddy’s and change for work,’ I update him.
‘Okay, shower first?’ He suggests.
‘Shower first,’ I agree.
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I am prepared for the interrogation when we arrive at my sister’s together, but when I mention it to Ben, he shrugs, reminding me he doesn’t answer to no one, not even his close friends. I let us in and find the whole family sitting at the dining room table eating pizza. Liddy’s mouth tips up to a full-blown smile, probably at my damp hair, and Cam’s hardens.
‘Hey!’ I call, the kids wave and immediately begin to babble about their day, talking at once and Lydia continues to grin, only this time she does it to Ben.
‘Hi guys, how was your lunch?’ Liddy asks, glancing briefly at her wrist, communicating the length of time we have been out of the house.
‘Good thanks,’ I respond, dryly, ‘I’m just going to get ready for work.’
I hear my sister ask Ben if he wants some pizza or a beer, but he updates her that we’ve eaten. Cam remains silent.
When I reappear, in my work gear, Liddy has disappeared to help get the kids washed up for bed. She was moving around more and more every day now, and Cam was allowing her to do a bit more than he initially did.
Cam’s face looked stern. Ben’s looked relaxed and entirely unaffected. His eyes moved directly to my breasts, and his lips tipped up to a half-smile. I grinned, he was, without doubt, a boob-man and had spent a lot of time exploring in that particular area.
‘You ready, baby?’ He asked, his voice warm.
I watched as Cam glanced from me to Ben as if he didn’t expect him to speak to me with affection. The truth was Ben was more affectionate that I would have given him credit for, and whether he slept around or not, he apparently made the women in his life feel special, for however long they featured in it.
‘Nothing more can be done here, honey,’ I replied, casually, directing a hand down my body.
‘Nothing needs to,’ his blue eyes light as they tease. ‘Let’s go,’ he stands and nods to Cam, ‘see you later, man.’
Cam nodded, ‘yeah,’ but his eyes looked to me and his glance warmed. ‘You okay, Waspy?’
‘I’m good, Cam,’ I run a hand through his hair as I pass. ‘Tell Liddy, I’ll see her later,’ I remind him, not wanting to disturb her when she is reading a bedtime story to the kids.
‘Sure. You coming home tonight?’ He asks me, carefully. Okay, well Ben and Cam have evidently had a conversation about what was going on between Ben and me.
‘You off tomorrow?’ Ben interrupts before I have a chance to answer, and Cam glance moves over to him.
‘Yeah,’ he responds, ‘I’m not back to night shifts until tomorrow night.’
‘Then no, she won’t be coming home, tonight. But if you or Liddy need her, call her, and I’ll have her back, brother,’ Ben announces, before grasping my hand and moving us to the door and out.
‘You didn’t think to ask me whether I wanted to come back here tonight?’ I ask once we settle into the Audi.
‘You want more orgasms?’ He responds, arrogantly.
I scowled over at him, irritated by his presumptuousness, ‘do you?’
He grins a full-on smile, which if I had been standing would have knocked me off of my feet. His face transformed into a picture of pure beauty with the arrival of his stunning beam. ‘Baby, the orgasms you give me,’ he shakes his head as he pulls away from Liddy and Cam’s, ‘I’ll take daily for the rest of my existence.’
If I weren't so pissed at his conceit, his somewhat backhanded compliment would have warmed my insides, but seeing as he pissed me off with his arrogance, I told him, ‘then I suggest you consult me to any decisions regarding my sleeping arrangements, honey.’
He chuckled, and I fought against my lips turning up into a smile. It was a good sound.
It is halfway through the evening that a handsome dark-haired man, built not as big as Ben, but still broad and toned, approaches me at the bar. I glance nervously over to Ben, who has insisted on remaining seated at the bar tonight, despite the fact he isn’t drinking. A lot of the time he disappears to his office, to catch up on work and keep an eye on things on the screens, but because of what is going on around us, he refuses to budge. If anything, he makes me feel more on edge by the way he is assessing everyone that comes within two feet of me.
‘Hi,’ the man calls to me, ‘don’t panic, I’m Nate, a friend of Ben’s,’ he announces.
I turn to Ben and see him lift his chin up to the man standing beside me, before sending me a small reassuring smile. I look back to the violet-eyed man, yeah figures that someone as hot as him would know my current bed partner.
‘You, ex-military too?’ I ask.
He shakes his head, ‘no, my brother Kyle and Ben were in the same regiment,’ he explains. ‘I’m an ex-cop.’
‘Are all of Ben’s friends hot?’ I ask, with a cheeky grin. He flashes me a dimple and my smile broadens, ‘why you here, Nate?’
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