Billion Dollar Man

by Ali Parker

  “You could have told me what was going on, you know,” my mom said. Of course, Miranda had told her that I was with Mila. This city, even though it was so big, was a gossip town. Or at least, the people in my life were.

  “I didn’t know if you would approve,” I said. But it wasn’t only that. I had been scared that Miranda would find out if my mom knew. Women never kept secrets from each other when they were best friends, and the story would have been far too juicy for my mom to ignore.

  “What are you talking about?” my mom asked. “Mila is a beautiful young lady. She’s just the kind of balance you need in your life.”

  “I wish Jerrod would feel the same way,” I said.

  “He’ll come around.”

  Everyone was saying that, but I knew him better than most, and I wasn’t so sure. Jerrod had a way of cutting people off when they had done something unforgivable, and he wasn’t exactly acting like there was space for forgiveness in this scenario.

  When I arrived, I pulled into the driveway and parked behind Mila’s car. She was already here. She had told me that she would come straight over after work, and I was glad she had arrived before me. It wasn’t that I was nervous to have dinner with her family. At all. I mean, I knew her parents. It wasn’t like she was bringing someone home to meet her family.

  But this time, it felt completely different than usual.

  “Don’t look so worried,” my mom said with a chuckle when I turned off the ignition but didn’t make a move to get out of the car. “Miranda and Harry saw you in diapers. They know what they’re letting themselves in for when they say they’re fine with you and Mila being together.”

  “Thanks for that, Mom,” I said and climbed out of the car. My mom and I walked to the front door along the same flagstone path I had followed since I could remember. The large front door was rounded at the top so that when it opened, it felt like you were walking into a fantasy world, not just another house. For a long time, the Castles’ house had been my home away from home. Jerrod and I had played in the yard countless summer days or watched television on rainy afternoons. Since we had both moved out, I hadn’t been back here. It had been years, and it felt like a trip down memory lane to walk into the house where I had practically grown up.

  “We’re here!” my mom called out.

  Miranda came out of the kitchen and hugged my mom. I watched the two best friends, and it made me sad that I had lost mine. I was being pathetic, I told myself. But I couldn’t help it.

  “I’m glad you came,” Miranda said after she let go of my mom and gave me a hug, too.

  “It’s so strange to be back here,” I said.

  “You’re right, it’s been how long, now?”

  “Easily nine or ten years,” I said and looked around. “Nothing has changed.”

  “No, it’s only gotten older, just like us.” Miranda and my mom laughed. I shook my head, and Mila came out of the kitchen, too. She smiled shyly when she saw me.

  We had spoken a little since she had left me at the coffee shop, but it was the first time I was seeing her. At least we were on good terms again. The conversation about me leaving had been left where it was. We had avoided it as if it hadn’t ever happened. I preferred it that way for now.

  “How are you?” I asked, pulling her against me for a hug.

  “Oh, go on and kiss her already,” my mom said.

  Mila blushed bright red. I pressed my lips against hers, and she giggled, looking shy as ever. My mom and Miranda were both smiling. It was so nice to see that they both approved.

  After I let go of Mila, my mom hugged her.

  “You look good,” my mom said to her, “a little tired, but I can imagine saving the world is hard work.”

  Mila chuckled. “I’m hardly saving the world.”

  “Oh, of course, you do,” my mom said dismissively. “And I’m so happy for you and Ben.”

  Mila glanced at me. She had expected a different reaction from our parents the same way I had.

  “Thank you,” she said politely.

  “You make a great match,” my mom carried on. Mila looked shy, unsure where to look. “I think you are perfect for Bennie.”

  “Mom,” I complained. “Don’t.” She used to call me Bennie when I was a kid, and she hadn’t called me that in years.

  “I’m your mother,” she said. “I’m supposed to embarrass you at least once in front of your girlfriend.”

  Mila blushed again when my mom said that, and it was incredibly cute. Everything about Mila was attractive. She looked stunning in butter yellow that once again made her eyes stand out. She always wore clothes that complimented her skin tone, and as usual, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

  Even though her blushing was cute, everything else about her was sexy. Mila was easily the most attractive woman I had ever seen, without even trying. She carried herself with grace, and she gave the impression that she was completely unaware of her beauty. Which only made it more so.

  “Let’s sit down,” Miranda said. “Harry just carved the meat.”

  Everyone jumped in, helping to carry the dishes of food to the large dining room table. When we sat down, I realized what was missing. Jerrod wasn’t here. He had been invited, but he hadn’t come. He was too upset with us, and his mom had invited both Mila and me for supper. There was no way it wasn’t a celebration of our relationship of sorts. The only person pissed off about what was going on between us was Jerrod.

  I could understand that he was upset about us lying to him, keeping our relationship a secret. But Jerrod was also upset that we were together in the first place. He had always been very protective of Mila, and I wasn’t sure he would have approved of us being together, even if we’d been open about it from the start.

  It was, after all, the reason why we had opted to keep it a secret.

  I was upset that Jerrod wasn’t here. I would have liked to talk to him about it. I had wanted to spend time with him, even if it was forced. Now that he wasn’t here, I didn’t know how I was going to find a chance to speak to him. He was very obviously avoiding us, and I couldn’t force him to speak to us if it wasn’t what he wanted.

  We started dishing for ourselves, and we bantered back and forth across the table. Harry and Miranda sat on one side, next to each other. I sat opposite them with Mila next to me, and my mom sat between the Castles and us.

  “I cut myself when I made the salad,” Miranda said, holding up a finger with a bandage around it.

  “Thank goodness Mila was in, or we could have lost you,” Harry joked.

  “Not on my watch,” Mila chipped in. “I always have a bed for you in the ICU, Mom.”

  “I don’t even know why we let you into the kitchen at The Cottage,” Harry joked.

  I laughed. I had forgotten what dinner time with Mila and Jerrod’s parents was like.

  “You act like I can’t do anything with a knife,” Miranda said.

  “My darling, you’re magic with a spoon. Let that be your strength,” Harry said and kissed Miranda’s hand.

  Miranda shook her head. “I shouldn’t let you appease me so easily after making fun of me.”

  “No one is making fun of your knife skills,” Harry said solemnly. “You don’t have any.”

  We all burst out laughing, and Miranda shook her head again, still smiling.

  “Next time, I’ll leave you to the cooking.”

  The conversation was light and comfortable, bouncing around from one trivial topic to the next with Harry and Miranda constantly teasing each other. Mila glanced at me now and then, a smile on her face. I was glad we were okay again.

  Halfway through dinner, her hand found my thigh. It was under the table, out of sight for our parents. She slid it higher up my thigh, and I squirmed a little. My cock responded to her touch, hardening in my pants so that I had to shift to readjust. She was looking for trouble.

  I wanted to be with her again. Being with Mila that first night had been magic, and I wanted more of it. Now
that everyone was okay with us being together – mostly – I could go to Mila’s place without it being a big deal. I was looking forward to seeing her without having to sneak around.

  When dinner was over, I hugged Miranda.

  “Thank you for having us,” I said. “Dinner was wonderful.”

  “Tell Harry that,” Miranda said with a chuckle. “He maintains I have a production line instead of a kitchen.”

  Miranda hugged my mom, and I kissed Mila. The kiss was hotter than it should have been with our parents around, but I was hot and bothered. I wanted her, and I didn’t want to go home just yet.

  “That was lovely,” my mom said when we drove back home.

  “It was,” I said.

  We drove in silence for the rest of the way. When we stopped in front of the house, I knew I didn’t want to be there. I wanted to be with Mila. And there was no reason I couldn’t be. I wanted her, and I was pretty sure she wanted me as well if her advances were anything to go by.

  “I’m going out again,” I said to my mom before she climbed out of the car.

  “I don’t want to know where you’re going.”

  I chuckled. “That’s because you know where I’m going.”

  My mom rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow. Keep it safe.”

  I groaned, and my mom closed the car door. I waited until she was inside safely before I pulled out of the driveway and headed back down the road. Mila’s apartment wasn’t very far, and I reached it in no time.

  When I walked to the front door of the building, someone was just coming out so instead of buzzing Mila and waiting for her to open for me, I slipped into the building through the already-open door. I climbed the stairs to her floor and knocked on the door.

  Mila opened. When she saw me, she looked surprised.

  “Ben,” she said. I didn’t let her say anything else. I kissed her, pressing the length of my body up against hers and walked her backward into her apartment. I kicked the door closed and reached down, lifting Mila up by her thighs. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her to her bedroom, our lips still locked, my cock aching for her.

  Chapter 41

  Mila

  Ben was kissing me like he was dying of thirst and I was water. His tongue was in my mouth, exploring, tasting. When he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist. My crotch was so close to his dick, his hands on my ass as he carried me to the bedroom.

  I hadn’t expected him to come over. When I’d opened the door and he’d been standing there, his eyes had been dark with lust, lips parted, and I had known exactly what was on his mind.

  It had been on my mind too, after the dinner tonight. I wanted him so badly.

  He hadn’t even given me a chance to say anything.

  When we reached my bedroom, Ben climbed onto the bed with me and laid me down on the mattress. My legs were already open for him, and he ground his cock against my pussy, ramping up the heat level. I moaned and ran my hands over his back.

  Ben moved from my mouth down my jaw to my neck, moving down toward my collarbone and then onto my chest. He cupped my breast with one hand and tugged the material of my blouse away with the other to expose more skin. I gasped. He slid his other hand onto my breast and kneaded them, returning to my mouth to slide his tongue between my lips.

  He slid his hands down my body and pushed them under my blouse, lifting it up. We stopped kissing long enough for him to pull it over my head. I lifted my torso and undid my bra. Ben pulled it off for me, and I was topless in front of him. I reached for the buttons of his shirt and undid them fast, not wanting to stop him for too long.

  My nipples were erect and tight.

  When Ben was shirtless, too, he leaned forward and pressed his naked chest against mine. I shivered. I loved it when we were skin to skin with nothing else between us.

  Ben kissed me hard before he moved down to my breasts. He kissed and licked the soft skin, blowing on the trail of saliva so that the cold air made me shiver. He closed his lips around my nipple and sucked, and I gasped. My nipples had been begging for attention, and now that he was all over my breasts, it was a direct line to my pussy. I was already wet, but it only made me wetter.

  After Ben licked and sucked the one nipple, making me gasp and moan, he moved to the other and repeated the process. My hands were in his hair, and I felt his head move beneath my palms, sucking on me.

  Ben kissed me on the mouth again. His hand trailed down my body as he kissed me, and he found the button on my jeans. He undid it with one hand, pulling down the short zipper and pushed his hand into my panties. When his fingers brushed past my pubic bone, I moaned. He pushed his fingers into my slit, sliding them up and down, spreading the wetness that was already there. His fingers slid over my clit, and I shivered, letting out a strained yelp. It was like electricity when he touched me there and my body jerked involuntarily. The pleasure he could create with only two fingers was crazy.

  After rubbing my clit in circles for a short while, Ben pushed his hand further into my panties and slid a finger into me. He didn’t have a lot of space to work with inside my jeans. I took over and pushed the jeans down a little, wriggling to work around his hand and the numbing pleasure that came with his finger inside me that he was still pumping in and out.

  When my jeans were down far enough for him to have more space, Ben slid another finger into me and curled them in a come-hither motion over my G-spot. I moaned and cried out as he worked me up into a frenzy, sliding his fingers in and out of me. He pressed his thumb onto my clit, and I couldn’t keep it together anymore. I exploded.

  After a while, I pulled myself together and he pulled back, letting go of me. He kissed me again, bringing his hand up to touch my cheek, and I could smell my sex. It was only more of a turn on.

  We made out on the bed, my pants still halfway down my legs. I nudged Ben so that he rolled onto his back and kicked off my jeans and panties before I focused on his. I undid the fly and reached into his boxers to pull out his dick. He was hard and eager, the tip slick with lust. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and Ben shuddered. When I closed my lips over the head of his dick, he made a hissing sound, sucking air through his teeth. His skin was searing in my mouth.

  I may have been a virgin, but I had done this before, and I knew what I was doing. Ben groaned as I drew him into my mouth. I rolled my eyes up at Ben and started pumping my mouth up and down over his cock. He closed his eyes and moaned again, pushed his hips up, his stomach muscles contracting. I ran my tongue around his shaft when I pulled out, pushing his cock as deep into my mouth as I could go without gagging on the way down.

  “Mila,” Ben said in a hoarse voice after a while and put his hand on my hair. “I’m going to come if you keep it up. And I don’t want this to be over, yet.”

  I slowly slide his dick out of my mouth, licking and kissing and sucking as he slipped out of me. He swore under his breath and reached down to me. He took my hand and pulled me up.

  “You’re incredibly sexy,” he said.

  I kissed him, our tongues swirling around each other a few times.

  “Do you have a condom?” I asked.

  Ben nodded and fished in the pocket of his jeans. He produced a foil.

  “Always ready, huh?” I asked with a smile.

  “Only for you, sweetheart.”

  I moved down and pulled his jeans and boxers off, fighting them down his muscular thighs and finally dropping them on the floor. Ben tore the foil and rolled a condom over his hard shaft. When he was wrapped up and ready, I moved up his body again. I was on top of him the way I wanted. I positioned myself over him, his dick pressing against my entrance, and I gasped as I slid down onto him.

  He groaned, his hands on my hips, and I sat down so that he was buried inside of me. I shivered. He was so big. I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his, breathing heavily. I ground myself against him, sliding him in and out of me. I clenched and unclenc
hed my muscles, sliding up and down his shaft and rubbing my clit against his pubic bone as I did.

  Ben kissed me, gasping and moaning through our kisses. He moved down my neck again, and I moved my hips faster and faster, fucking him. He bucked his hips to meet my strokes. I cried out through our kisses.

  Ben’s hand slid from my hip to my breast, and he tugged at the nipple while I rode him. I moaned louder. I was on the brink of another orgasm, and I stopped fucking him so hard, rather grinding myself against him, using the friction on my clit and the movement of his dick sliding in and out of me to push me over the edge. It didn’t take long before I cried out and my body contracted. My pussy clamped down on Ben’s cock, and he groaned.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he said.

  As if his words were loaded with sexual power, the orgasm intensified, and I collapsed onto Ben’s chest as one wave after the next crashed over me.

  I barely had time to recover before Ben rolled us over so that he was on top. It was so quick that I wasn’t sure how he’d done it without pulling out.

  Ben started moving, sliding his dick in and out of me. He picked up the pace, moving faster and faster until he was pounding into me. I moaned and groaned, my body rocking back and forth on the bed. Ben’s eyes were on mine, and they were deep and filled with lust as he fucked me. His lips were parted. I lifted my head a little, and he dipped his head to kiss me, his tongue slipping into my mouth for a moment before he kissed my neck and then my shoulder, burying his head in my hair.

  I was getting closer and closer to another orgasm. My body trembled. My nerve endings were on fire. Ben’s eyes burned with intensity, and he grunted with every stroke.

  He was rock hard inside of me and seemingly growing in size. I knew he was close, too. As soon as I thought it, Ben picked up the pace yet again. He fucked me hard and fast, his strokes shortening, a primal rhythm taking over, and it pushed me into my third orgasm.

  As soon as I orgasmed, my body clamped down on Ben’s dick, and he groaned, pushing into me as deep as he could. He jerked and spasmed as he released, pumping and throbbing. His breathing was ragged, and I closed my eyes, letting the wave of pleasure take over.