by Becca Taylor
“Fuck, I wish I was home. I’m so hard from that picture you sent.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
He grunts in my ear. “Don’t be sorry. It’s sexy as fuck. I had to tell the guys there was an emergency so I could get away. I needed to hear your voice.”
“Bent, you need to get back to work. I won’t do that again. It was stupid of me.” I don’t know why I feel guilty, but I do. I know he won’t show the picture to anyone, but what if someone sees it accidently? “Bentley, please erase it. I shouldn’t have sent it.”
“Stop it, Aly. Tonight, I will show you just how much I like it. I’ll bring us dinner. Watch a movie, read a book, whatever you want, just be at my place when I get home.”
It is a demand, not a request. I like it coming from him. It makes me not have to think, just do. “Okay. I’ll see you later.”
He hangs up without saying goodbye. I relax in his tub until my skin wrinkles.
As I step out of the tub, I see my reflection in the mirror. My body looks the same, but everything feels different. My breasts feel heavier, my hips feel curvier, even my butt looks rounder. For the first time, I feel like a woman. One that deserves to be desired. I feel amazing.
I don’t have clothes up here, so I rummage through Bentley’s dresser looking for something to wear. I can easily go downstairs, but if I do, I’ll only end up throwing on a t-shirt and shorts anyway. I know Bents has plenty of them hanging around. I find a pair of boxers that work. I have to roll them up at the waist a few times so they won’t hang below my knees. When I put on his t-shirt, I bring the collar to my nose. It smells like Bentley. The unique smell of Bentley mixed with his cologne. Completely masculine.
I still have hours to kill. I make some lunch for myself. Something light, since I figure he will bring something home from Butter My Bread for dinner. When I dig around, I find the fixings for a salad, along with turkey bacon and tomato. A breadless BLT. He even has enough ingredients for me to make peanut butter cookies. As an added bonus, I find chocolate chips in the pantry.
After I watch a few movies, I start the oven. Bentley will be home in an hour and the cookies will be done by then. I turn up the stereo as I spoon cookie dough on the baking sheets. As I’m dancing, I feel two hands on my hips with a kiss to my neck. I grab the remote to lower the music. “You’re here early.”
“I couldn’t wait anymore. Caleb kicked me out. Said I was staring at the clock too much.” He licks the spoon I have in my hand. “Yum, peanut butter cookies.” The man has a healthy sweet tooth.
“Didn’t your mama tell you not to eat raw dough?” I love homemade cookies, but not uncooked. Bentley, on the other hand, can sit and eat the whole unmade batch.
“Yep, yet I’m still alive.” I finish spooning out the cookies and place them in the oven as he sets out dinner. “Hope you’re hungry.”
“Starved.”
He brings me a Cuban with extra pickles on the side. He has the Reuben with extra sauerkraut. Automatically, we give each other half. But, I will never share my pickles. Hunter makes them himself from his garden and they have quickly become my favorite. I can’t get him to share his recipe though. “Next time you are at Hunter’s, scout his pantry for a recipe for these pickles. I want to make them.” The timer dings and I remove the cookies from the oven.
“I’ve never seen him use a recipe in my life. I think everything he does he learned from his mom.”
“Does he share his secrets with you?” I sit next to him on the sofa, hoping to get something out of him. He pretends like he’s zipping his lips.
“Not saying a word, huh? So, he does share. Maybe I’ll have to come up with a way to get it out of you later.”
He grabs my hand and pulls me to him. Tossing me over his shoulder, he carries me to his room. He asks me as he practically throws me on the bed, “How about right now? I don’t talk easily though. Did I mention you look good in my boxers?” His fingers trace tiny circles where the boxers begin. I pull his t-shirt over his head.
I push him back towards the pillows, getting him comfortable. His shoes and socks come off next. Before I go any further, I remove his t-shirt from my body. My fingers walk up his calves, to his thighs, making their way to his zipper. He lifts for me, so I can remove both his jeans and boxers at the same time.
Once I position myself straddling his thighs, I admire his body. I kiss his nipples, down each of his ab muscles, to his belly button. His breathing picks up as I get lower and lower. When I reach my desired destination, I get comfortable between his legs on my knees. My hand grips around his erection first, pumping him slowly. I lower my mouth, wanting a taste. He stops me.
“Angel, you don’t have to do that.”
I lick my lips once before I taste him.
His body jumps at the first contact from my mouth. “Fuck, Aly.”
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, then lick him from root to tip, earning me a series of moans. When I think he’s had enough, I take him in my mouth, sucking him in inch by inch.
“SHIT.” He draws the word out, until I feel him in the back of my throat. His hands grip my hair, and I moan.
My hand begins massaging his balls, which has him saying quite a few choice swear words. I’ve never had a man respond to me like this. It’s the first time I am excited about giving a blow job. I start to move up and down his shaft, his hips start pumping in time with me. Bentley pushes up as I suck down.
“Your mouth is amazing.” When I feel his balls tightening in my hands, I slow down. He groans in frustration.
Using only my tongue, I massage him just below the head. I read once that it was the most sensitive spot on a man. By the way he grips my hair I think I read right.
“Aly, I’m going to come soon, so you better stop if you don’t want to finish.” Just so he knows I want this, I moan as I move up and down, working both my lips and tongue together. He pulses in my mouth as I taste the first drops of his release. His orgasm seems to go on forever and it turns me on knowing I did this to him. With a pop, I release him from my mouth, licking my lips clean.
“Jesus, Aly. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Just give me a minute to regenerate my brain cells.” As he pulls me to him, my body is wound up tight. The boxers I am wearing are soaked from the excitement of going down on him, from the way he responded to my every touch. My hips begin moving on their own accord against his thigh.
“You need some relief, Angel?” Bentley says as he slips his fingers under the boxers. He hisses as his fingers push between my lips. “Nice and wet. Did giving me head turn you on? You like sucking on my cock? I know I loved it.”
It is my turn to suck in a breath as his finger moves inside me. When he adds a second finger, I moan.
“Please.” It feels so good. He curls his fingers inside and hits me in the most delicious spot. “Oh God, Yes.”
“Not God, Angel. Say my name. I want to hear you say my name as you come on my fingers.” When he speaks, it turns me on even more. My orgasm builds quickly.
“Bentley, that feels so…” I can’t even finish. I pull his lips to mine as I explode around his fingers. Before my orgasm finishes, he’s putting on a condom and he’s inside me. Building me up for a second orgasm, his movements are fast, determined to get us both off quickly. His legs move under me lifting me to an angle that has him hitting that perfect spot again.
I tighten my core around him. He grunts, throwing my one leg over his shoulder. The man knows positions and they are all amazing. The angle gives him deeper access to me. “Aly, come for me.”
I can’t. I know it will be intense, so I am holding back.
“I need you to come, Angel. I don’t want to go without you.”
I look in his eyes as my orgasm lets go. Bentley stills inside me, roaring his release. He releases my leg and collapses on top of me. “Damn, woman, you are going to kill me.”
He looks at me and a tear escapes my eyes. A look of co
ncerns crosses his face. He removes himself from inside me. “Aly, did I hurt you? I’m sorry. I got carried away.” He wipes the tear from my cheek.
“No, you didn’t hurt me. I don’t know why I’m crying.” My body goes cold from the loss of Bentley’s body heat and I shiver. He pulls my body to his, getting us under the blanket. “That was just so intense.”
“I know exactly what you mean. Let’s get some sleep.” He kisses my forehead, but I know I won’t sleep.
“Bentley?”
“Yeah, Angel?”
“I want a cookie.”
He laughs. “Not what I expected you to say. I’ll be right back.” He puts on his boxers, grabbing a clean pair for me. He tosses me his t-shirt then heads to the kitchen. He comes back with a plate full of cookies and a glass of milk for us to share. We eat all of it.
I wake at my usual time, knowing it’s a work day. I need to go downstairs and get ready. Bentley groans, pulling me back to him. “Play hooky and stay in bed with me.”
For a moment, I think I will, but since I’m using my time for the girls’ trip, I can’t. “I wish I could, but I have to go in. Gotta make some people money.”
He tries to persuade me by kissing me. I push away from him. “I need to go downstairs. Shower and put on my own underwear.”
He slaps my ass as I start to walk away. “Will I see you tonight?” He asks before I walk out the bedroom door.
“Late dinner, my place.” I run over, giving him one more kiss good bye, which is a mistake. He tries to pull me back into bed.
“I’ll see you in a few hours. Besides you have work this afternoon.”
“I’m the boss. I can do what I want.” He crosses his arms behind his head.
“Okay, boss. I’ll see you tonight. You enjoy that bed of yours.” I blow him a kiss as I walk away.
Bentley
THE WEEK BEFORE THE girls’ weekend, Kat and Caleb decide to have a party at their place. It’s a couple’s night, they claim. So, of course, now that we’re a couple, Aly and I say we will be there.
Jeremy brings his new girl, Deanna. Lexi brings her guy of the week, so she’s there too. We drink some beers while the girls put food on trays inside. The only girl not inside is Gabriella. She’s sulking next to Hunter, texting or some shit on her phone. He has his arm around her shoulder, and she looks like she couldn’t give two shits about him.
The girls come out laughing, hands full with the food. My girl has a big smile on her face; she still has a glow from the orgasm I gave her just before we got here. She’s stunning. Hunter turns to me.
“Looks like things are going good with you two.”
I nod in agreement. I look from him to Gabriella and he shrugs. The girls try their best to include her, but have no luck. The woman is pure ice to everyone.
Caleb opens the wine for the girls, pouring them each a glass before we all eat. Kat’s cooking comes in second to Aly’s. In fact, I think half of the stuff they make, they came up with together. Kat marinated the steak in what she calls Eddie’s Secret Sauce; Hunter has been trying to get it out of her with no luck. Aly got in on the action.
“Tell you what, Hunter. You give me your pickle recipe and I’ll give you this one.”
I love that my woman fits in with my friends and her friends fit in with us.
“Can’t do that, honey. Butter My Bread has sworn me to secrecy.”
Aly scoffs at him.
Gabriella elbows him. I’m guessing for the honey comment. When Aly tries to offer Gabby some of the steak to break the tension, it doesn’t help.
“I don’t eat red meat, or any meat, actually. Do you know what they do to the animals?”
Lexi replies by taking a big bite of her steak. While she chews, she talks. “I don’t blame you for giving up meat. I tried once but I have an iron deficiency. My doctor said it’s ok for me to eat it once in a while. I do, however, try to stick to meatless Monday. Right, babe?”
Her date, Tyler, laughs. Hunter even laughs at her joking comment, getting him another elbow to the side. We manage to get through the meal before Gabby whispers in Hunter’s ear. Minutes later, they leave.
Kat speaks first. “Well, that wasn’t awkward at all. Why have you guys not said anything about that woman to him? I’ve tried to be nice, but that one is broke. Not fixable at all.”
Caleb kisses the side of her head. “Because we aren’t women. Men handle their own shit. He wants to be with her, so be it.”
Aly speaks next. “We tried, Kat. If she doesn’t want to play nice, then so be it. Now, let’s have dessert. I’m in the mood for chocolate.”
Once again, the girls head back into the kitchen. Aly has made one of my favorites: chocolate cheesecake. Aw, hell, they all are my favorites if she makes them. Kat made some chocolate covered strawberries for the top.
Jeremy’s girl, Deanna, speaks as they carry out the desserts. “I’m hopeless in the kitchen, but I can pour us more wine.”
Jeremy kisses her hand. They only just started dating, not much longer than Aly and I have been an official couple. She seems nice and the girls like her.
Lexi states, “Girl, you and me both. If it has more than salt and pepper, I’m not making it.”
“Anytime you two want to come over and get a lesson, we are up for it. The only downside is we usually have to do some extra workouts from taste testing.” Aly tells Deanna.
“Your ass is just fine, Angel. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you well exercised.” The last part I whisper in her ear. Not quiet enough though.
“I heard that. New relationship sex is the best,” Kat says.
“What are you trying to say?” Caleb responds back.
“Nothing, babe. I’m just saying the newness is exciting.”
“I’ll show you exciting.” Caleb growls, throwing Kat over his shoulder, and heads towards their bedroom. We are used to this with them. Deanna looks shocked. Aly leans to her.
“This happens a lot with them. They’ll be back.”
Deanna laughs. “That’s entertainment. I like you guys.”
When they come back a short time later, Kat is a little flushed. Cal just nods, apologizing for the abrupt exit. “So, you girls ready for your little vacation?” Caleb asks.
“I’m so ready. We haven’t done anything like this in a long time. I’m planning on spending mornings on the beach, afternoons at the spa and nights with a drink in my hand.” Lexi says.
Aly follows up with, “How are you going to entertain yourself without Kat here, Caleb?”
I speak instead. “We are helping Hunter soundproof the walls.” Even though we are covered at work, Cal and myself will still keep up appearances at Butter My Bread. With our women away, staying busy will help pass the lonely nights. I pull Aly from her chair, sitting her in my lap. She spends the rest of the night there until we leave. The girls make plans to get together with Deanna in the future.
When we get home, Aly invites me in. For the past week, we’ve been spending the night in one apartment or the other. “Wasn’t too bad for our first couple dinner.” She says as we walk inside. “Lexi had some games lined up to play, but I think that went out the window when Caleb went all caveman on Kat.”
“Games? What kind of games?”
“One of those how well do you know your mate type of games. I’m not sure. I told her it was a bad idea.” She laughs. “Could you image Gabby participating in that?” As she’s putting her purse on the counter, I walk up behind her.
“I think I know a better way of getting to know you better.” Game or no game, either way, I win.
“What’s that?” Her ass is rubbing against me. The woman is as insatiable as me. Almost.
“You ever play Never Have I Ever?”
She nods.
“How about we up the stakes? For everything you or I have done, a piece of clothing comes off.”
“I don’t think that will work, we will both be naked in seconds. There needs to be some subjects off the table, like c
ooking and music.”
I rethink the game.
“Tell you what, let’s make our own game.” My hands travel up the front of her shirt, touching the skin on her stomach.
“I’m listening.”
“We’ll play the dirty version. I’ll call it “I Am Willing To.” You tell me something you want to try or I will say something I want to try. If the other is willing to try, we remove a piece of clothing.”
She stops breathing for a moment, and I think the game might be done before it gets started. She steps away from me and grabs two shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. She fills both, offering one to me. She slams one down, then a second. I take the glass from her hand after I finish mine. “I don’t want you drunk, Angel.”
“Not drunk, I just need a little confidence boost. This game could get very interesting, and I want a relaxed mind.” She takes my hand, leading me to the bedroom. Pulling back the comforter from the bed, she tosses it on the floor. She sits across from me as I kick off my shoes. Hers were by the front door, so I was just evening out the playing field. She jumps from the bed, “Wait, I need something first.”
From her nightstand, she pulls out her tablet. I have no clue why she needs that. When she sits back down, she explains. “So, Lexi told me about this book. She told me I had to read it. It is about relationships, how to connect with your partner, and other stuff. I’m not that experienced. Before you, I was very vanilla. I don’t mean French vanilla—that’s too exciting. Just plain, boring vanilla.”
I laugh as her face turns red.
“I didn’t mean to laugh, not like that. That was funny. Just show me.”
She shows me the book. I skim through it. Reading the chapter titles: Senses, Touch, Foreplay, I look at her surprised. “You read this?”
“Don’t look at me like that. Yes, I did. And not for the reasons you think. It was interesting and insightful. It taught me a lot. This is just a beginners’ book. My point in bringing this out is I don’t know names, so I figured I can show you.”
Works for me.
“Show away! You first.” My dick is already jumping at the thought of this.