Roomies with Benefits

by Amy Brent

  Her eyes opened slowly, her lashes fluttering, and she finally met my gaze once more, like she was landing with a thud back in the real world, as I pulled back. She pressed her forehead to mine, as though acknowledging without words what had just happened between us.

  “I want to feel you inside me,” she murmured, and those words were the most erotic thing that I’d ever heard in my entire life. She wanted me to fuck her. She wanted me to be her first. Was there anything hotter than that?

  I stripped down swiftly and slid between her legs, down on top of her, and she drew her body up to meet me; she was trembling slightly, and I wasn’t sure whether it was the orgasm she’d just had or the nerves pulsing through her body at what we were about to do. She tilted her head and kissed me again, slipping her arms around me, holding me as tight and close as she could. It was hard for me to hold myself back, my cock aching with desperation to be deep inside her already.

  “You ready?” I asked, and she nodded.

  “Yes,” she breathed, and I didn’t need telling again. I took my cock into my hand, and pressed it against the entrance to her slit.

  She was so tight, so tight that it took me a moment to manoeuvre myself inside of her. She gasped as I pushed in the first few inches, and I stopped at once, but then she shifted her hips as though to guide me in deeper. She reached down, her hands coming to rest on my ass, and she took me in, inch by inch, until I was all the way inside of her.

  I held myself still once I was in her; I wanted to remember how this felt, wanted to commit all of this to memory so that I never forgot how it felt the very first time I fucked her. I knew the chances of her getting pregnant the first time around was slim, so I knew this wouldn’t be the last time I took her, but there was something profound about knowing that I was the first person she’d ever let do this. I watched her face, as I had done all the way through, watched the furrows that appeared between her brows and then slowly smoothed out again as she got used to the feel of me inside her.

  “How does it feel?” I asked softly, stroking down over her body, trying to soothe and soften her.

  “It feels…” She groped around for the words to describe it, her mouth opening and closing a couple of times. And then, she landed on it.

  “It feels good.”

  I took that as my cue to begin to move inside of her – I went super-slow at first, partly because I was so fucking turned on by her that I was worried I might blow my load quickly if I went too fast. How long had it been since I had fucked without a condom? I couldn’t remember, but the combination of the skin on skin and her gorgeously tight, slick pussy was almost enough to push me over the edge then and there. Made harder still by the fact that she quickly seemed to get used to me, hooking her ankles behind my back and pulling me in deeper, like she already couldn’t get enough of me. I knew how she felt.

  I wasn’t sure how long I was fucking her like that; time seemed to stretch and distort around us. Days could have passed and I wouldn’t have noticed. All that mattered was the feel of her small, sweet body beneath me, of her hands travelling hungrily over my body as I moved inside her. Her head tipped back into the pillow once more and her jaw clenched again, and I knew from the last time that she was getting close; I brushed my hand up her throat and she flicked her tongue out to taste the tips of my fingers, as though she was determined to get to know every part of me that she could. And that was when I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Ah…” She groaned, grinding back against me desperately, and I could tell that she was almost there. So was I; my cock was tingling as I thrust faster inside of her, and finally I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as she let out another sudden, sharp breath and leaned up to press her head into my shoulder as she came once more. Seeing her come, feeling her body practically vibrate beneath me as my cock made her climax, was all I needed to get me there and moments after she came I pushed myself up to the hilt inside of her and finished.

  I held myself there for a moment, not ready for this to end, but then reluctantly pulled myself out of her and rolled next to her, on to the bed. I closed my eyes for a moment, savouring this, and then turned to look at her. Her eyes were wide open and she was staring up at the ceiling, in something that looked a little like shock and a little like delight.

  “Are you okay?” I asked gently, reaching out to touch her stomach; it was odd to think that soon enough my baby would be in there. She turned to me, eventually, and a smile passed over her face.

  “More than alright,” she replied, and closed her eyes, stretching herself all the way out on the bed as though she was trying to embrace the entire world at once. And I knew, there and then, that this was just the start of whatever had begun between us.

  Chapter Five

  I couldn’t believe what had just happened. It had been the last thing I’d expected. I lay there in his bed, surrounded by the smell of him, feeling his eyes on me and not quite sure how to react to what had just gone down.

  “That was amazing,” I sighed, and turned to face him finally. I had never really wanted to hang out naked after I was done with the sexy stuff, but I knew that if I dressed then he would and I wasn’t ready for him to put away that gorgeous body yet.

  “Yeah, it was,” he agreed, cocking an eyebrow. “This conception thing’s going to be easier than I thought, huh?”

  He rolled out of bed and I watched him with a smile on my face as he pulled on some of his clothes once more. I couldn’t believe that that had actually happened. After so long building it up in my head, we had had sex for the first time. I had had sex for the first time. And it was everything that I’d hoped for, and way more. I couldn’t believe I’d come, twice – I had never gotten off on just fingering before, but his touch was so soft and gentle and tempting and impossible to resist that I just couldn’t resist.

  I could have lain there all day, but I felt my stomach rumble and knew that I would need to get something to eat eventually.

  “You want me to make you some breakfast?” He asked, glancing over at me, and I placed my hands on my tummy, embarrassed that he had heard it.

  “Yeah, actually,” I nodded, propping myself up. The light was streaming in and picking out his features perfectly, and some bold part of me wanted to guide him back into bed so we could get back to that conceiving thing.

  “You stay here,” he suggested. “I think you’re meant to…uh, wait around for a while, after we fuck. To try and make sure that it takes.”

  “Right,” I agreed, remembering all at once why we had just done what we’d done. I flushed slightly, at allowing my brain to run away with me. We had a contract. Yes, he had been gentle – romantic, even, in the way he touched me, as soon as he’d found out that I was a virgin. But we wouldn’t have been doing this if it wasn’t for the agreement we had between us, and I needed to keep that in mind.

  I lay there for a moment after he left, staring up at the high ceiling as the sunlight slowly flooded the room and lit it from the inside out. And then I got out of bed and pulled on some clothes; I knew he wanted me to stay in bed to increase our chances of getting pregnant, but I was feeling restless, my skin prickling and tingling where he had touched me. I already wanted to feel him again.

  Once I was dressed, I wandered out of the bedroom. It felt wrong to be in his room without him, even though I knew he expected me to stay there. As soon as I opened the door, I was met by the sound of something frying, and followed my nose into the kitchen.

  “I thought I told you to stay in bed,” he scolded me playfully, and I rolled my eyes and stretched; I spotted his eyes tracing down my body, and enjoyed the effect I had on him. He was shirtless, casual, relaxed, and it was hard to keep my eyes off his chest and his abs. He was so cut – I had never seen a guy who looked like him in real life.

  “Yeah, well I got bored,” I shrugged, daring him to challenge me. He turned back to the stove, pushing some eggs around the pan.

  “What are you making?” I asked, pointi
ng my chin towards the stove.

  “Just some eggs and bacon,” He shrugged, and I raised my eyebrows.

  “Don’t think I’ve ever met a man who knew how to cook,” I remarked, and he glanced over at me, an incredulous expression on his face.

  “Not even breakfast?”

  “Not even breakfast,” I repeated and hopped up on the counter, kicking my legs back and forth. How was it possible to feel this good this early in the morning? Being away from the city, away from the sound of the cars and the stress of that life, was already doing me good. Or maybe it was just getting fucked well and good that was doing it for me.

  “Well, guess you’re going to have to get used to my cooking,” he remarked, glancing over at me again. I felt as though he couldn’t keep his eyes off me, as though he was trying to restrain himself from getting his hands all over my body, and I enjoyed the attention.

  “I think I’ll manage it,” I eyed the food in the pan, my mouth watering. My appetite was finally back after it had dropped off the fact of the Earth the last few days.

  “I only learned to cook since I came up here,” he remarked, and I raised my eyebrows.

  “Why? Did you have a cook or something back where you lived before?” I teased, and, to my shock, he nodded.

  “Yeah, I had a few staff around the townhouse,” he agreed, and then he turned to see the surprise written all over my face.

  “What?”

  “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who had staff before,” I replied, and then I realized what a dumb comment that was – he had hired me, after all, to carry his baby. Why wouldn’t he have had other people to cook and clean too over the years?

  “I don’t miss it,” he shrugged as he continued to cook. “I got too used to having other people looking after me. I like being self-sufficient.”

  “Let me guess, if you could have had this baby all by yourself, you would have?” I teased, and he grinned at me.

  “Yeah, but I guess I can live with the company,” he remarked teasingly, letting his gaze linger on me for a moment longer. “So, what about you? Where were you before this?”

  “Oh, just back in the city,” I replied vaguely. I saw the flash of a furrow of his brow appear, just for a moment, as though he was on the brink of challenging me about what I’d just said, but then he seemed to write it off as not worth it and shrugged.

  “Did you have a job?”

  “I was a waitress,” I replied truthfully. Well, that had been my last job, even if I hadn’t worked it in a month or so before I left the city.

  “You go to college?”

  “Nope,” I replied, looking down at my feet. I felt a little less than him – I wondered what he’d been through to get here, how hard he’d worked and how much he’d given up. And here I was, never having had a job that required me to do much more than keep a smile on my face and make sure that I got enough in tips to pay my bills.

  “You ever want to?” He pressed. I wondered why he was suddenly acting so interested in who I was, in what I’d done. It was a little late to start backing down on this now, after the contracts were signed. Maybe he just wanted to know what kind of woman he had asked to mother his child. Or maybe he felt a little looser and keener on me now that we had shared that amazing hook-up.

  “Uh, not that I can think of,” I shrugged. I hadn’t been much in school, getting through just well enough to make sure that I could go to college if I ever got the motivation or cash together to do so. Everyone else seemed to have parents pushing them to go and pursue all the stuff they wanted to do, but mine were long gone by the time I finished high school. So I watched everyone else head off to college while I stayed behind, wondering what kind of life I was going to lead in the absence of everyone else that I’d grown up with. Turned out, like it or not, Richie had been the answer to that question. I just hadn’t wanted to hear it.

  “What about you?” I asked, turning the conversation back on him. I had kept the kind of person I was locked up tight for such a long time now that it didn’t feel right to be open about it now and besides, I wasn’t sure if it only the fantasy of the person that I was that was keeping a roof over my head.

  “Uh, I studied business after high school,” He shrugged. “I was pretty boring, to be honest. Nothing much to report.”

  “Any interesting stories from your love life?” I cocked my head at him, a little jealous at the thought of someone else with him. “Any crazy exes I should know about?”

  “Breakfast is ready,” He replied, ignoring my question. That piqued my interest at once – how could it not? – but I figured that there was plenty of time for me to delve into that in the future. He carefully laid out the eggs and bacon on to the plate and then handed it over to me, and I took it for him. He wasn’t meeting my gaze. He was hiding something from me, I could tell that. So how would I get it out of him?

  Maybe I wouldn’t. After all, I was keeping something from him too. Maybe he would want an eye for an eye, my truth for his. And maybe it was better than he didn’t know the honest story of who I was or what I’d been through. I inhaled the scent of my breakfast, and let it block out the bad thoughts in my head. This had been a perfect morning, and I was going to let anything get in the way of that.

  Chapter Six

  As I marched through the forest, I did my best to keep my mind off the woman waiting back at the house for me. I wasn’t doing a very good job.

  I couldn’t believe how quickly I had given in. I had taken one look at her and let myself get overtaken by my desires in an instant. In some ways, I couldn’t exactly blame myself. She was fucking gorgeous, an even better lay than I had imagined, and I hadn’t wanted to really take control of someone the way I did with her but hadn’t had a chance to yet. We had hooked up at the start of the week, when I had taken her virginity and then made her breakfast, and since then I had been avoiding it. It had been too intense, too full-on, too much, too soon. When you hadn’t had sex for a while and then had sex that good, it was all too easy to pretend that it meant more than it did.

  I realized I was panting slightly, and came to a halt, placing my hand the thick of the tree next to me. I was next to the river, the small, thin one that wound it’s way all the way down from the top of the mountain and down next to my house. I knew that as long as I stuck close to the river, I would be fine, able to follow it all the way home. And yet, here I was, trying to put off getting back to the cabin because I knew that she would be there waiting for me.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to see her. No, quite the contrary – I wanted to go back there and just spend time with her. The morning after I’d taken her virginity and made her breakfast, the two of us had chatted and it had felt easy. Maybe because we’d already gotten sex out of the way and that tension didn’t remain any more, or maybe because I liked the light way she teased me, the way she delved into my past. The fact that she actually seemed to give a shit about the kind of person I was. That was new. Back in the city, after I had made all the money, pretty much everyone who came across me seemed to have some ulterior motive, even if it was just being seen with someone with my kind of status. Out here in the middle of nowhere, that status didn’t matter, and I had a feeling that she didn’t much care about it anyway. There was something straight about her, something pleasingly blunt. Although I was sure she had been keeping something from me in that first conversation, when I had been trying to find out about her life before me, but then I was keeping my mouth shut on a few things that she wanted to know so I wasn’t going to push.

  And since then, we’d just existed around each other; eating together, talking together, forming these silly little in-jokes wherever we could. She had a great laugh, and I loved to hear it. Sometimes, I would grin a little breathlessly when I made a joke that seemed to land with her, and I knew in my heart that was an indicator that there was something deeper going on inside me.

  So I had come out to get firewood that cool evening to give myself some time to think.
The air bit at my skin and helped bright me back down to Earth once more. I needed a reminder as to what this was all in aid of. The two of us had a deal, and when it was done, she would be out of here. One year. One year was going to go so quickly, and then she would never have to see me again, and the thought of her leaving at the end of it all…

  No. I gathered the branches that I had found fallen from the threes in the forest, just enough to keep us warm for the next few hours. I liked to come out here and collect whenever I got the chance, so I never got too much at a time, but more and more I was finding myself getting enough that meant I never had to leave her alone in that house without me. I started to follow the river back to the cabin. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been walking for – long enough that the sun had started to set in the sky above me, but not so long that darkness had seeped over the ground quite yet.

  As I got closer to the house, a smell filled the air – something heavy and savoury and enough to make my mouth water after all this time walking through the forest. The fresh, clean air always seemed to pique my appetite. But I hadn’t left anything on before I’d gone out, so what was going on in there?

  I opened the door and dusted off my shoes, dumping the firewood down by the fire and glancing around to see where Laurie had gotten to.

  “Laurie?” I called into the house, glancing over to the kitchen – there were a couple of pots on the stove, that she must have put there. I smiled. Oh, so she was cooking something for us?

  “Hey,” She emerged from the bedroom, and I raised my eyebrows as soon as I laid eyes on her. She was wearing a dress, something I hadn’t seen her in since she’d arrived, but she looked pretty damn good – it wasn’t anything slinky and sexy, but a floaty number that landed just above her knees. Somehow, the delicateness of it on her, knowing what we had done only a few days before, as hot as hell to me.