by Becca Taylor
I haven’t seen Bentley around a lot lately. At first, I thought he was avoiding me, but he would stop in every few days to have coffee with me in the morning. He said someone at work was out, so he’s been covering the extra shift If he wasn’t at Butter My Bread, he was helping Hunter remodel the house he bought not far from here. Things haven’t been odd between us, just different. There is a new distance, and I don’t like it one bit. I miss our close banter. So, I ask him to dinner.
Bentley
THREE LONG WEEKS GO by, and I give Aly as much space as I can. I am grateful that work needs me. In fact, I volunteer to work so I’m not tempted to take Aly up on her offer. But, I miss her like crazy. When she asks me to dinner, I jump at the opportunity to spend some time with her. Alone. I keep telling myself this is just dinner, nothing more than that. I will be on my best behavior.
It’s as soon as I see her in the kitchen dancing and singing while she’s cooking that my best behavior plan is shot to hell. I want to go in there and kiss her passionately. I lightly kick the door to get her attention since I’ve got my hands full. She stops dancing and runs to the door.
“What’s all this?”
I didn’t want to show up empty handed to her place. “I got wine for you, beer for me, and snacks for the movie we will probably end up watching later.” It’s what we used to do all the time, dinner and a movie. I put everything on the counter as she holds up a superhero flick she loves.
“Already had it picked out.”
That’s my girl. “Knew you would. It smells good in here. What’s for dinner?” She is an amazing cook. I’m surprised I’m not sporting a gut with her living downstairs. I definitely have to kick up my workouts at the gym to stay in shape, but it is worth it to eat whatever she makes.
“Steak, twice baked potatoes and green beans with almonds. I tried a new marinade for the steak.”
My mouth is watering already. I go to the drawer where she keeps her wine opener. On the table, she already has a wine glass for herself and a tall glass for my beer. Every now and then I don’t mind a glass of wine, but I usually prefer beer. I pour her a glass as she plates the food.
During dinner, we talk about all that we’ve been doing for the past few weeks. She tells me about her clubbing escapades with Lexi. I don’t want to think of her out dancing with other men or drinking when I’m not there to watch out for her, but, I keep my mouth shut.
“How’s Hunter’s place coming along?” Aly asks me.
“Good, we’ve got all the bathrooms done. Next job is the kitchen. That will be a total gut job.” We make mindless conversation for the rest of dinner before moving to the living room for the movie. “You want another glass of wine?”
She smiles, looking over her shoulder while sliding the disc in. “Yes, please. I’m just going to change before we start.”
I put her glass on the table, taking a sip from my beer as she returns. She comes in the room, wearing those tiny shorts she likes and a tank top with one of those built in bras. I’ve seen her in this a million times, and it still gets to me. I almost choke on my beer. Aly turns off all the lights and sits down next to me.
As the movie plays, Aly gets into her normal position with her feet propped over my legs, as she lies down on her side. I kick off my shoes and move in behind her, putting my arm around her waist. Her head is now resting on my arm, tucked under my head. Why I do this I do not know. Her ass is pressed against my growing dick and my manners are walking out the door. To make things worse, she keeps wiggling her ass against me every time she laughs.
She puts her hand over mine, pushing it against her stomach. I begin to rub her skin over her shirt, drawing small circles with my fingers. I feel her breath coming in slow pants as I do this. Testing her reaction, I move my hand under her shirt to her bare stomach, slowly inching higher. When I hit the elastic of the bra, my hand slides underneath. Her mouth parts as her breathing increases. As I run her nipple between my fingers, she arches, pressing herself against my now rock hard cock. The feel of her full breasts in my hands is a perfect fit. I take my time feeling and playing with both of her glorious mounds wishing I could feel them in my mouth.
Alyssa
OH GOD! BENTLEY’S LIPS are on my ears, licking and nipping, while his hot breath teases me. His mouth moves lower to my neck, kissing the sensitive spot just below the spot he was just teasing, and a moan escapes my lips. The arm that I’m resting my head on, encourages me to turn my body towards him. I lie on my back while he is on his side.
I lick my lips in the anticipation of his lips claiming mine. I’m overheated, praying he won’t stop it this time. He kisses my neck and up my chin giving it a playful nip with his teeth. When he reaches my mouth, he nibbles on my bottom lip. I willingly part my lips, inviting him in.
Each time we kiss the intensity grows. We devour each other’s mouths. Our tongues and lips exploring every inch, never feeling like we can get deep enough. I reach under his shirt to pull him on top of me. I want to feel him against my body. God, does it feel good, even though he is refusing to put his full weight against me. Our mouths have never broken contact. My lips are getting that delicious tingling sensation, proving how good of a kisser he is.
This contact still isn’t close enough. I throw caution to the wind and begin pulling his shirt over his back. He stops kissing me and he looks in my eyes, as if he’s waiting for me to run away again. Tonight, that will not happen. I’m done running from him. I want this, even if it’s only for tonight. I need to know what it feels like to be with this man.
Staring down at me, he finishes pulling his shirt over his head. I reciprocate the motion, pulling my tank top off and tossing it on the ground.
“God, you are beautiful.” Once again, his lips claim me, kissing their way down my body. His hands cup each of my now swollen breasts as he takes turns licking and sucking each of my nipples to hard peaks. My hands grip his hair firmly.
“That feels so good, Bentley.” My hips are moving at their own free will. He kisses his way down my stomach, licking and nipping every inch of me.
He stops when he reaches my shorts. “Aly, I’m dying to taste you, but if you want to stop just say so.”
I don’t want him to stop. Since I can’t get the words out, I put his hands on my shorts, nudging them down slightly. He takes his ever-loving time removing them, prolonging my torture. Once off, he looks at my naked body with a hunger that I’ve never seen before. His fingers are massaging my inner thighs, making me wetter than I was moments ago.
“Angel, tell me this is going to happen. Once I start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. So, I need to hear you tell me this is okay.”
Not wanting to waste any time, I stand to turn off the movie that has been long forgotten. For a moment, he looks confused, like I am turning him down. I take his hand in mine, leading him to my bedroom. Once inside, I turn on the light beside the bed. I sit on the edge, pulling him between my legs. I undo the button on his jeans pushing them below his hips. He kicks them off the rest of the way.
I’ve seen Bentley in a bathing suit before, but this is completely different. He stands before me in a pair of dark blue striped boxer briefs and I’ve never seen a sexier sight. The front is tented with his arousal.
As I’m about to remove the rest of his clothing, he stops me. He kisses me as he lays me on the bed…
He lowers himself to his knees on the floor. His arms push my legs wider to accommodate the width of his body. At this moment, I’m incredibly nervous. No man has ever done what he is about to do. When his tongue makes the first contact, my body jumps at the feel of it.
“Shhh, Angel. Just lie back and enjoy the ride.”
Boy, does he take me for a ride. One that I will never forget. He licks and sucks every inch of my dripping sex. He pulls my legs over his shoulders to get a better angle.
“Oh God. Bentley, your tongue is magic.”
He pulls me closer as his tongue slides inside me, my orgasm bu
ilding quickly. The sensation starts right where he is licking, up my spine, all the way to my fingers, and down to the tips of my toes. The way his tongue circles my clit causes me to explode.
“Yes, Bentley, yes!” I think I might have said a few other words, but I can’t be sure if they were in my head or out loud.
As I lay on the bed trying to recover, Bentley moves above me, licking his lips clean. “Best dessert I’ve ever had.” He kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on him. Damn, that’s hot. I still want more. I place my hands under the waistband of his underwear, shimmying them down as much as possible, using my feet to finish the job.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.”
This man is a saint, but in no way he is stopping me. I have to know what he feels like. I reach between us, gripping his cock. He’s bigger than I thought, thick and long in my hands.
“Aly, if you don’t stop rubbing me like that we won’t get to the good part.” He pulls my hand away. I reach in my nightstand, grabbing a condom for him.
I watch as he rips it open, somehow he manages to make it look sexy. Slowly, he rolls it down his erection. He strokes himself while he walks back towards me. He positions himself between my legs.
“Once we do this Aly, there is no going back. You and me become more. You got me?”
I just nod my head in agreement. Bentley rubs his length against me gathering my wetness. The tip of his cock makes contact with my entrance, for a moment I wonder if he will fit. Inch by inch, he pushes in slowly, giving me time to adjust to him. I can’t take it anymore. I wrap my legs around his thighs pulling him into me.
“Fuck, Aly.” For a moment, he stays completely still as if he’s savoring the feeling. I roll my hips up to get him to move.
I need him to move.
Slowly he pulls out, and rolls back in. I wrap my legs around his waist, interlocking my ankles around him.
“Angel, your pussy feels like heaven. You grip my cock so tight.”
Never have the words pussy and cock sounded so sexy. He picks up the pace of his movements.
“Yes, Bents, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”
The way he moves his body has him hitting me in the most wonderful spot, somewhere so deep—I’ve never felt anything like it. My orgasm builds too fast. I don’t want this sensation to end. My body has a mind of its own, meeting him stroke for stroke. As my orgasm keeps building, my body clenches around him tighter and tighter. My moans of pleasure come louder and louder. I don’t think I’ve ever been this loud.
“Fuck Aly, I’m going to explode. You feel it too. The way your sweet pussy is gripping me.” He moves faster and faster, chasing his release. “Come, Angel. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
It feels as though both thunder and a bolt of lightning strike throughout my body. “Bentley, oh God.”
His body stills as he pulses inside me, groaning my name. My orgasm seems to last forever. Long after our bodies are spent. Bentley keeps our bodies connected, neither of us wanting to break the contact with each other.
He lowers his lips to mine, kissing me gently. “You’re mine, Aly. I’m not letting you go.”
Deep down, that’s what I’ve been wanting, to be his.
“You’ve got me, Bents, I’m yours.”
As he kisses me again, he slides out of me. He makes his way to the bathroom. When he comes back in, he puts his boxer briefs back on. He grabs me a t-shirt and shorts from my drawer, putting them on me like he did the last time. He pulls the covers off the bed, allowing me to climb in first. Each moment with Bentley feels intimate. He pulls me close to his body, kissing my neck softly. “Sleep, Angel.”
“Good night, Bents.” I fall into a beautiful post orgasmic sleep, praying that I won’t wake up to find the whole thing was only a dream again.
Alyssa
I WAKE THE NEXT morning to the smell of coffee close by. I open my eyes to see Bentley beside me holding a steaming cup in his hands.
“Morning, sleepy head. I was wondering how long you would sleep.”
As I stretch the sleep out, I suddenly become aware of the time. When I see the clock by the bed and see it’s well after nine, I smile. I hardly ever sleep this late. My natural clock has me up at sunrise every morning. “Give me a minute to freshen up.” I grab fresh panties and a tank top. I wash my face, brush my hair and teeth. In the mirror, I take notice of the glow on my face. The one caused from the man who is still in my bed. I pinch my cheeks just to make sure this is real. It Is.
When I walk back into the bedroom, Bentley has a second cup of coffee on the night stand for me. I pick it up, inhaling the scent. Coffee is my vice, and my body doesn’t totally awaken until after my first taste.
“Thanks for making me this. You want something to eat?”
He pats the bed, motioning for me to come join him. “Not yet. First, I want to give you a proper good morning.” He takes the coffee from my hand and places it next to his on the nightstand. His hand grabs hold of my wrist, drawing me to his body. I lick my lips to moisten them before his lips brush against mine. He coaxes my mouth open with his tongue and deepens the kiss. Just as the kiss feels like it is heading towards more, he pulls me away from his mouth with a light tug on my hair. I moan my disappointment.
To my surprise, Bentley flips me to my back. His lips kiss their way down my body until he reaches my panties. As he positions himself between my legs, his eyes close momentarily as he inhales my scent. He opens them and looks directly into mine. “You smell like heaven, Angel.” His fingers linger on the waistband of my panties, drawing slow circles on my skin. Shivers run down my spine.
“Bentley.” His name escapes my lips more like a whisper.
“Yes, Angel?”
“Nothing. Just, Bentley.”
The one side of his mouth curls up in a grin.
“I like the way you say my name, Aly. In a minute, I want to hear you scream it at the top of your lungs.” He rips my panties off my legs in one quick motion before he dives in. His arms wrap around the underside of my thighs, holding them wide as his tongue licks from my center up, slowly. Each time Bentley reaches my clit, he draws it between his lips.
“Bentley.” I cry out his name, louder than before. He moans against me as I say his name, causing a whole new sensation. I reach my hands down to his head, tugging on his blonde hair. The more I tug his hair, the quicker his tongue works against me. The orgasm that is building explodes through my body. My back arches off the bed, my toes curl, as my hands hold Bentley to my center.
As my body begins to relax, his arms loosen from my thighs. Bentley kisses the inner part of each thigh before he stands from the bed. Only when I feel coherent enough to speak do I say, “Ready for breakfast?”
He laughs. “I could eat again.” He helps me to my feet. As I take my first step, my legs wobble slightly from everything he has done to my body.
I open the fridge to see what I can make for the two of us. I’m thinking something big to replace all the calories we’ve burned. On the counter I place eggs, sausage and bread. “How about French toast and sausage?”
“Perfect.” He makes us fresh coffee to replace the cold ones we left behind. We sit at the table talking like we normally would. I think it might be awkward, but it isn’t. He asks me, “What do you have planned for the day?”
“Nothing, really. I was going to do some shopping, maybe check out some sales. What about you?”
“I’m helping Hunter finish painting inside his house. In fact, I’m supposed to be there soon.”
I’m a little let down he has to leave.
“I’ll clean up. You can go.” I walk to the sink. Bentley comes up behind me, putting his dishes down. He nuzzles my neck, and I feel the slight scruff of his beard rub against my face.
“I said soon, not right this second.” He kisses my neck quickly then loads the dishwasher as I rinse, almost like we are a normal couple. I think to myself, are we a couple now? When he finish
es loading, I make us each a fresh cup of coffee. He leads me outside to the swing. His arm drapes around my shoulders as I lean against him.
“I meant what I said last night, Aly.” His fingers are combing through my hair as he speaks.
“What’s that?” I will myself not to moan because what he is doing feels really good, relaxing.
“You are mine. We are an us now.” He kisses the top of my head.
“So are you saying you want to be my boyfriend, Bentley?” I’m trying to play it cool. I think I sound calm, but my head is going crazy. All these thoughts cross my mind. Am I ready to jump into this with him so soon after Mike? Will it be awkward with Bentley living upstairs? How will this work? What if it doesn’t work? Not only will I lose my friend, I will lose my home.
“Stop it, Aly. I can feel you tensing in my arms. To answer your question, yes, I want to be your man. Your only man. I’ve wanted that from the first time I saw you at the club.” I turn my body to look at him.
“You mean the pool hall. You aren’t making a good impression forgetting where we first met.” I joke with him. He shakes his head no.
“No, I mean the club. The first time I saw you. It was the night Caleb and Kat hooked up. You walked right by us as you headed to the bar. I almost thought I was going to have to call dibs, but Caleb had his eyes on Kat, not you. Just when I was about to make my move, I saw you with him.”
That night I was with Mike. It was one of the rare times he came out with us. I search my brain to see if I remembered seeing Bentley, but I don’t recall him.
“You saw me then?”
“Yep, you were wearing tight jeans and some cute purple top. You looked gorgeous. But luck was not mine that night. When I got that second chance at the pool hall though… In the end, though, I think I did all right. After all, I did get you to move in with me.”