Stumbling Into Him_Romantic Comedy

by Molly O'Hare

  Once she was topless, his hands migrated to her lace clad breasts. “I knew you’d overfill my hands,” he said more to her chest than her.

  Throwing caution to the wind, Holly reached behind her, unhooking her bra in one fell swoop. She tossed her garment behind her, doing her best to ignore the tale tell sign of two dogs racing to play tug of war. Ehh, one destroyed bra was worth it.

  Ben’s groan brought her attention back to him. He placed the palms of his hands on her back as he righted himself. His lips sought out her freshly exposed skin.

  The moment he encased her right nipple into his mouth, her nerve endings came alive. His warm breath and whiskers, were almost too much to handle.

  “How are you this perfect?” he asked into her skin.

  “Less talking, more sucking.” She thrust her chest into his face which he willingly accepted. Ben let his tongue circle her nipple before dragging it across her skin seeking out the other. He pulled that one into his mouth while pushing into her back, making her that much closer to him.

  He then trailed his hands from her back to her legs wrapping them around his waist before moving her entirely onto her back. He started peppering hot kisses along her skin before making his way to her lips once more.

  At least she wasn’t the only one hungry.

  Holly moved her hands to the hem of Ben’s button-down shirt, letting her fingertips caress against his skin. Feeling his heat invigorated her. She could touch the bottom of his abs.

  She wanted more.

  She needed to count them. If this was her one shot at being with a Greek God, she might as well go for broke. She quickly thought back to a scene in a dark erotic novel she’d only finished a few days ago. With all the courage she could muster. She grabbed onto the two hems of his shirt and pulled with all her might.

  Nothing happened. Not one button popped.

  She opened her eyes to see Ben’s amused face staring back at her.

  At first, she felt mortified, but Ben’s gentle kiss on the tip of her nose melted her heart. “Do you need some help, Grace?”

  Her eyes narrowed. Before she could chastise him, he captured her lips with his own. She opened her mouth to say something when his tongue slipped inside, making her lose all track of what she’d wanted to say.

  Pulling away, he looked down at her. He straightened his back reaching for both sides of his shirt. In one rapid movement, he ripped his shirt open sending buttons flying across the room. “This is what you wanted, right?” He laughed.

  She was about to maim him for making fun of her, but the sight of his body made her lose all coherent thought. Was he always hiding such a perfect body under his clothes? She touched his skin. When she caressed down his abs, his muscles tightened, causing a hiss to escape from him.

  Her index finger followed the dusting of hair that led towards his lower half. Ben stood absolutely still as he let her explore his body. Thank God, because right now Holly wanted to memorize every inch of him. She wanted these images burned into her mind for the rest of her life.

  When she reached his belt, she looked into his eyes silently asking for permission.

  Something about this felt all too real for her. With a slight nod from him, she brought both her hands to his belt. Taking a deep breath, she undid the buckle and unbuttoned his pants. She was cautious as she undid the zipper. The strain his dick placed on the material needed her full attention so she wouldn’t hurt him. She pushed his pants and boxers down in one hurried move causing Ben’s cock to break free nearly hitting her in the face.

  “Holy McJeebers. How do you walk around with that thing?” she asked, her eyes wide as she moved her head from side to side to examine him. This was the kind of cock she’d only read about in her novels and never believed to be true. She looked at Ben’s eyes once again which were gleaming with amusement. “Very carefully,” he replied.

  She looked back at his member. She could see the tiny drop of moisture at the tip. Should she dare? Hell yeah, she should dare. This was her one moment to shine. She quickly stuck out her tongue lapping at the bead that’d formed.

  The groan from above her told her she’d done something right. However, when she went back to fully take him into her mouth, a hand fisting into her hair stopped her.

  “Not this time, Grace. If you so much as look at my dick again I’m gonna explode all over your face.”

  She didn’t see anything wrong with that. This was her ultimate fantasy come to life.

  “Naughty girl,” he said. “This time, I want to be inside of you when I come. We can talk about other options later.”

  This time? There was not going to be anything other than a, this time. This is one of those one-night stands. Holly knew that. Ben would make an excuse to leave once they were done and she’d never hear from him again. She’d already resigned herself to accepting that. It didn’t matter though, right now was not the time to argue.

  In one movement, Ben bent picking Holly up into his arms. “Bedroom?” he asked.

  * * *

  Ben’s skin was on fire.

  “I’m too heavy, you Neanderthal!” she exclaimed, clinging onto his shoulders.

  “Are you calling me weak?” He asked before nipping at the skin on her neck.

  “Ouch. Jerk. No, I’m not calling you weak I’m trying to save your back.” With one hand still holding Holly to him, he used the other to spank her. “Keep talking so you give me another reason to redden this luscious ass, sweetheart. Tell me where your bedroom is?”

  He felt her hold tighten on him. “The only other room in the apartment.” He looked around and saw one door. With his destination acquired he started towards the room. Unfortunately for him, he forgot about the two eager, energetic dogs at his feet.

  Being only a few feet from the bed, Waffles ran in-between his legs. With his pants already a quarter of the way down his legs, he wasn’t able to counter the obstacle. Thankfully, when Ben stumbled he managed to land him and Holly onto the bed.

  “Jesus, you could have done that more gently,” she said pushing her now scattered hair from her face.

  “Blame Waffles.” He tried to bring one of his legs onto the bed to brace himself when he felt tugging. He looked behind him to see Lord Waffles attached to his jeans pulling with all of his might. Holly must have seen it too, because she burst out laughing before yelling at Waffles to cease-and-desist. Something Waffles did not listen to.

  He looked back at Holly who now had tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. He couldn’t help but chuckle himself, as he jumped upright on the bed removing his pants. He tossed them onto Waffles’ head. The little devil fought his jeans for a moment before taking them into the living room as if he’d won a prize. Looking back towards Holly he said, “I knew sex with you would be entertaining.”

  Holly shrugged causing her breasts to bounce making Ben’s eyes hone in on them. Heat once again crept through his body. He looked into Holly’s eyes, and he knew his lust mirrored hers. She bit her bottom lip, causing a new wave of desire to wash over him.

  He started crawling towards her on the bed. “You’ve got too many clothes on,” he growled.

  “Are you going to do something about it?”

  Fuck yes, he was going to do something about it. He observed her letting his eyes move along her body. Her curves enticed him, and the roundness of her soft stomach made him want to kiss it. He let out a strangled breath as he placed his hands on her black pants and slowly started to bring them down her body. Once they were gone, he looked at her. Really looked at her. From her thick thighs, all the way to her lust filled eyes.

  He wanted her.

  He wanted her so bad, he could taste it.

  Hooking his thumbs into her panties, he peeled them from her body leaving her naked before him.

  She was fucking beautiful.

  For a brief second, he saw worry in her eyes. When she moved to hide herself from him, he gently held her arms down.

  He wanted to make sure she u
nderstood how beautiful he thought she was.

  He moved his face towards her apex, inhaling deeply as her scent made his mouth water. Before she could protest he used his shoulders to spread her thighs before taking his first taste.

  Her flavor exploded on his tongue. He’d tasted many women in his life but none as sweet as her. He reveled in her flavor as he lost all track of his surroundings. His need to make her explode exceeded anything he’d ever known.

  Within seconds, Holly’s hands were at the back of his head pushing him deeper into her. There was something about a woman taking charge that drove him wild, just as it did when she jumped him on the couch. He feasted upon her until her legs snapped around his head and her body started to quake.

  “Yes, oh yes. Do not stop.”

  Never.

  He pulled her clit into his mouth lightly biting down. He was instantly rewarded with her moisture flooding his mouth.

  That is how you satisfy a woman.

  Holly laid limp on the bed, her chest rising rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Ben rose from between her thighs, licking his lips.

  “Please tell me you have a condom?” he asked moving to his knees.

  She lazily pointed to her nightstand. He chuckled leaning over her. When he opened the drawer, his eyes widened at her little collection of toys. He made a mental note to remember they were there. They were definitely going to come out and play one day.

  But not today.

  He sheathed himself before wrapping her legs around his waist. He brought himself to her entrance.

  “Grace, my Grace, are you ready for me?” He asked slowly inching his way inside of her. He knew he’d have to go slow, he’d already felt her tightness around his tongue.

  She looked at him. Her eyes filled with lust and a hint of fear. With a solid nod, he understood her response.

  He looked to their joining. Her light dusting of brown hair ignited him. He loved she wasn’t bare like most women these days. Instead, she was lightly trimmed. Fucking perfect!

  He watched as he inched his way inside of her. When he reached the halfway point, Holly surprised him by lifting her hips, helping to accommodate him.

  “Fuck, you’re huge,” she groaned.

  Hearing that word come from her mouth nearly unmanned him. Clenching his teeth, he closed his eyes trying to think of anything else other than the clumsy, outspoken, funny, beautiful woman beneath him.

  Once he felt himself completely encased inside her, he stilled letting her adjust. Truth was, he needed the few seconds to regroup himself. Her heat coupled with her tightness drove him to the brink.

  “I’m ready,” she said looking at him.

  He wanted this moment to be engraved in his head for the rest of his life. Holly’s cheeks were red with excursion, her skin held a sheen to it from her previous orgasm, her hair was a complete mess, and he’d never seen anyone more beautiful in his life.

  Snapping his head away from her, he looked at their connection. Slowly he removed himself only leaving the tip. He then thrust fully into her.

  He chastised himself. He wanted to take this slow, build her next release, but she felt too hot, too tight, too perfect.

  “Next time. Next time I’ll go slow.” He started thrusting harder and faster. Making sure to reach between them pinching her nub.

  When he felt her start to shake he knew she was on the brink. He deepened his movements, as he quickened his assault on her clit.

  “Now. Holly. Fuckin’ come now!”

  He didn’t have to wait for an audible response. Her walls tightened like a vice grip around him. She shot off the bed, as her second orgasm of the night took hold. He reached for her hips pulling them onto his dick, bringing them as close as possible. Holding her there he stilled, releasing himself.

  His own orgasm shook through his body.

  His breathing became ragged as sweat marred his body. He’d never felt this good being with someone before. Placing his hands around Holly’s waist, he brought her on top of him. He then flipped them over so he was on his back. “Fucking perfect,” he said.

  She laid her head on his chest, her own breathing out of control. “I’d say.” She started circling his nipple idly with her fingertip. “When I’ve read scenes like this in books I’d used to roll my eyes and say the author had an overactive imagination.” She turned her head to look at him. “Guess I was wrong?”

  Chapter Nine

  It’d been a total of three days since Holly heard from Ben. Looking at the clock on her desk she felt the familiar ache she’d grown accustomed to. Seventy-six hours twenty-five minutes and thirty-four seconds, to be more exact.

  Huffing, she shook her head. She didn’t know why she cared, it’s not like she didn’t know this would be the outcome. Ben had been her once in a lifetime chance, and she was happy she took it.

  Holly pulled out her phone and looked at the screen.

  Nothing.

  It still hurt though.

  She couldn’t quite wrap her head around Ben leaving her high and dry. Especially, after the way he’d treated her throughout the night and the following morning. She foolishly almost hoped there’d been more between them.

  After, what she could only describe as the best sex of her life, he’d held her and softly caressed her skin. Once she’d fallen asleep, he woke her with his expertly skilled head between her thighs, drawing out another momentous orgasm from her. That wasn’t all though. She couldn’t help but think there could be more. Ben took care of her in the way you would a serious lover. He’d also surprised her by taking Waffles out, cooking a full-blown breakfast, and his goodbye kiss as he made his way off to work reeked of promises of what was yet to come.

  Idiot, she chastised herself for the longing she felt.

  “Why the long face?” Mildred inquired tearing Holly from her thoughts.

  Holly did her best to keep her tears at bay. She hated feeling this vulnerable. It wasn’t like she didn’t know he wasn’t really into her. She was a convenience for him. A horny man will always go for the easy option, and that’s what she was.

  Nothing more.

  Clearing her throat, she looked to Mildred. “I don’t have a long face.” She winced when she heard the fakeness of her tone.

  “Honey, I may be an old coot, but I can tell when a girl’s gotten her heart broken. What did that hunk of burnin’ love do? Want me to tear his balls off and make him eat them?” There was a seriousness in Mildred’s tone Holly had never heard before.

  “Mildred, you are something else.” Holly laughed for the first time in days.

  “I’m like a fairy godmother or something like that. Why don’t you tell me what happened and I’ll make it all better? Or if I can’t, I’ll call in a favor and they will.” Mildred winked.

  “I don’t know if I want any of your favors being connected to me in any way.” Holly flipped her phone over to checking to see if Ben had text her.

  When she saw once again no messages, she felt her shoulders droop. Buck up, Holly. You had mind blowing sex with a sex god. Put that checkmark in the, “you are freakin’ awesome” column and move on, she tried to convince herself.

  Mildred placed her hand on Holly’s arm drawing her attention. “Seriously, Holly, do you want to talk about it?”

  Holly should talk about it, as soon as she spilled her guts she’d feel better right? Taking a deep breath, she looked at her friend. “You know Mildred, I have no idea what happened. But, I am not going to let it get me down. If Ben wanted a quick roll in the hay, that’s okay because I got some earth-shattering orgasms out of it. It doesn’t matter to me if I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him in three days.” She looked at the clock on her desk. “Seventy-six hours thirty-two minutes and ten seconds. It doesn’t bother me one bit.”

  “Sure, it doesn’t,” Mildred remarked moving a hair back from Holly’s crazy rant. “Men are pigs, honey. And in the end, if you had yourself a good time, right on, and more power to you. However, if he
physically hurt you or did something malicious let me at him.”

  “No. It wasn’t anything like that. It was more of a, we started a friendship that could possibly turn out to be pretty cool, then we slept together and he left. That’s it. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

  Mildred sat there for a few minutes observing her. “If it was nothing more, why are you bothered?” she asked gently.

  Why was she bothered? That was the million-dollar question. “It’s not that I’m particularly bothered,” she said. “It’s more of a, I knew this was going to happen, but it still stings, you know?”

  Mildred nodded. “Well let’s focus on something else.” From the pocket of her long skirt, Mildred pulled out the pen and pad she always carried with her. “Can you tell me more about the earth-shattering orgasms, please?”

  Holly shifted back into her seat more and burst out laughing.

  “You are something else, Mildred. That’s why I love you.”

  “Aww, you love me?” She placed her hand on her chest. “Be still my heart. But honey, I have to tell you I’m a married woman, so you can’t go using me as your rebound.”

  Holly rolled her eyes. “Damn. Well then, what’s a girl to do?”

  “You know, if I were you, Holly, I’d march my butt to his front door and ask him what his problem is?”

  Shock erupted on Holly’s face. “I would never.”

  “Why not?” Mildred asked. “There is no rule that says a woman can’t pursue a man. Even if she didn’t want to pursue him, she could damn well ask him what his problem is.”

  “And have him laugh in my face? I think not.”

  “So, what if he laughs in your face? You can sock him right in the nose.” Mildred threw her fist into the air.

  Holly thought about it. Could she really confront Ben? Would she want to?

  “Here’s the thing,” Mildred continued. “I’ve known you for a while. I also know you overanalyze until your head explodes. You can either confront him and take the bull by the horns or you can sit here twiddling your thumbs until your mind has come up with a million different scenarios. All of which, are probably wrong.”