Friends With Multiple Benefits

by Luke Young

  “I understand. Was it really that big?”

  Jillian widened her eyes. “Like freakishly big. I mean like there was really nothing you could do with it big. That poor man.”

  “There’s a hat for every head. Isn’t that what they say?”

  “That would have to be some big hat.”

  He gazed deeply into her eyes. “I really like your hat.”

  “Oh, I really like your head.”

  “God, we’re annoying.” He smiled. “If anyone could hear us they would want to kill us.”

  “Oh, I know. But I like us.”

  “Yeah, me too.” He kissed her on the neck then once on the cheek until he reached her lips.

  She slid her hand down his chest, past his stomach to the bulge growing in his boxer shorts. Wrapping her hand around it, she moaned.

  He let out a slight whimper as he rolled onto his back.

  “Oh my God. I did hurt it.”

  “Maybe…” he shrugged, “… just a little.”

  “How about if I kiss it to see if that makes it better.”

  “I don’t know. We could try that, I guess,” he replied in a put-on pained voice.

  She giggled then began kissing her way down his chest. She knelt next to him, pushed the covers off his legs, then freed the boxer shorts from his hips. Taking gentle hold of his growing shaft, she leaned down and placed a tiny kiss on the head. “How’s that feel?”

  “A little better… maybe.”

  She grinned then carefully took him inside her mouth.

  He gasped then ran his hand slowly down her back and cupped her rear end. When she lifted up a bit, he slid his hand through the side of her panties and into her wetness.

  Holding his erection at the base, she went up and ran her tongue around the ridge. He pressed his finger into her deeper and she groaned. Then she plunged her mouth over him taking nearly three-quarters of his length into her mouth.

  “Oh, Jillian.” He craned his neck up to watch her then slid his other hand into her nightshirt and gently squeezed her nipple.

  Lifting up from him, she kissed her way back up his chest to his neck then finally pressed her lips to his. He slid his tongue into her mouth then retracted it and she followed his back. They opened their mouths wide and their tongues danced together while he slowly ran his finger over her clit.

  She rose on her knees hovering above him, lifted her shirt over her head, and squeezed her breasts together while his hand was busy between her thighs.

  “I want you to lick me.”

  “You do?”

  Gazing into his eyes, she nodded.

  He gasped. “Make-up sex is so awesome.”

  “I know, right. We should fight more often.”

  “We really should.”

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  Jillian slipped her panties down her thighs and off her legs then said, “Scoot down.”

  He followed her command and tossed the pillow behind him to the floor.

  Straddling his head, she took hold of the headboard with both hands then slowly, teasingly, lowered her pussy down toward his face. He couldn’t wait, so he craned his neck up and plunged his tongue inside her tasting her sweet juice.

  She moaned and her eyelids fluttered closed. Reaching up, he took hold of both of her swollen breasts and carefully massaged them while she gyrated her hips on top of his face. He licked her like a man possessed and she leaned back to take hold of his cock and stroke it. Pulling up on the tip, she smeared the generous drops of precum all over the head.

  She lifted up from him a little and he placed a hand on each of her cheeks holding her as his tongue slid from behind her pussy to her clit then back again. She groaned, “Oh, Brian. That feels ama…”

  He pushed his tongue deeply inside her then moved to her clit and carefully pulled it between his lips and sucked on it.

  She slowly lifted off his face then brought a finger to his lips and slipped it inside his mouth. Then she leaned down and kissed him hard with her mouth opened wide. He gazed up to her panting and wiping her juice from his chin. Turning toward the foot of the bed, she lay on her side, taking hold of his hips and guiding his cock back into her mouth. She presented her pussy to him and he moved his head between her legs carefully avoiding her bulging belly.

  She took his cock deeply into her mouth and ran her fingertips over his balls. Moaning in ecstasy, he ran his tongue all around the lips of her pussy. She pressed his shaft against his stomach then licked down the length of him until she reached his balls. She sucked one into her mouth then released it. Cupping her hand under the twins, she lifted them higher and bathed them with her lips, tongue, and mouth.

  “Oh, Jillian…”

  He slid his tongue to her clit and brushed it lightly with licks. She held perfectly still as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure of what he was doing to her. He brought his hand around and pressed two fingers into her. She gasped then took the head of his cock back between her lips. He slowly licked her while she did the same to the ridge just under his head.

  This went on and on with Brian calling the shots, varying the speed and pressure, and Jillian following his lead.

  Suddenly he plunged his fingers into her deeper and using the tip of his finger, reached for her G-spot. She moaned and took more of him into her mouth, using her hand to stroke his shaft as she licked and sucked him harder and faster.

  They both increased the tempo and wildly bathed each other’s parts. She climaxed first—a huge spasm that began at her core with little waves spreading through her and growing and growing. She cried out when a massive wave washed over her, spawning from whatever the hell magic he was performing on her. She let his cock fall from her lips and reached down to cover her parts to prevent his access to her super-sensitive clitoris.

  After taking a few seconds to recover, she took a deep breath. “That was amazing.”

  He struggled to catch his breath and wiped his lips. She reached down and took hold of his shaft and pulled on it with a swirled wrist motion. His eyes drifted closed then she took him back in her mouth. She wrapped her fingers around his girth and plunged her head back and forth. He gasped. Taking the index finger of her other hand, she slowly ran it across one of his ass cheeks then between his legs and finally to his perineum.

  “Oh…” His body shuddered as she used her hand and mouth on his cock and playfully drew a line between his balls and his ass, back and forth. He cried out and she felt his cock expand between her lips. His body tensed and his chest swelled as he flexed his muscles. She pulled away just as a gush of warm semen leaped from him. While still stroking his cock, she continued to tease him back there as she gazed lovingly at his convulsing body.

  He reached down and took hold of her wrist and held it still for a few moments. When he released his grip, she slowly began stroking him again. He lay back and his muscles relaxed. She ran her hand slowly to the tip of his cock and wiped away the last drop of his juice then pulled him back between her lips.

  He pressed his head back into the mattress and gasped. “Oh, God… Yes…”

  14

  The next morning the alarm went off at 7:30 a.m. and Brian fought his way to consciousness. He turned to find the bed empty. Jillian usually slept later than he did, but he was only slightly concerned. After putting on a T-shirt and shorts, he headed down the stairs where the aroma of pancakes filled his nostrils.

  He stepped into the kitchen and spotted her behind the griddle. “You’re up early.”

  “Oh, I was going to bring those up to you.” She lifted the edge of a pancake up and peered at the underside. “These are almost done.”

  “Breakfast in bed?” Grinning, he kissed her on the cheek. “What did I do to deserve that?”

  “Well, last night was amazing. I just felt like doing something nice for you.”

  “You sorta did something nice for me last night.” He flashed her smile.

  “Sorta?” She put on
a frown.

  “No, you definitely did.” He pulled the whistling tea kettle off the burner. “You want me to make your tea?”

  “That would be great.” She plated two stacks of pancakes, placed them on the table, and sat.

  He dropped her mug off and took a seat in front of his stack of steaming cakes. “These look almost as good as mine.”

  “Almost…” She took a bite then shrugged. “Yeah, mine are never as good as yours.”

  He took his first bite and nodded, smiling. “No, these are perfect.”

  She placed her hand atop his and gave him a sexy look. “So, what are your plans for this morning?”

  “You want me again don’t you?”

  “Maybe.” She slid another bite into her mouth.

  “You do.” He shook his head. “I have to leave for work in about twenty minutes, so you might have to wait until later. Remember I have to open today.”

  “Oh, really?” She frowned. “I must have my days mixed up.”

  “I know it will be hard to not get with his.” He motioned to his upper body with a put-on smug look. “But you’re just going to have to power through.”

  “That’s sad because I woke up thinking about this chapter I’m working on and I got so worked up that I wanted to act it out.”

  “Did I mention that I love when you use me for book research?”

  “Yes, several times.”

  They shared a laugh then she said, “Maybe if you eat your breakfast quickly and don’t take too long in the shower we can still pull it off.”

  “Before I commit to anything, why don’t you give me more details?”

  “Okay.” She took a sip of her tea. “Remember that time we were driving back from your friend’s wedding and you were in that suit.”

  “Oh, yeah.” He took a sip from his mug. “That was fun. We almost died, but that was fun.”

  “I love pulling you out of your suit.”

  “I know you do, but I don’t think we have time to run out to the car and drive some—”

  “No, we don’t need the car.”

  “Interesting.” He raised his eyebrows. “Tell me more.”

  “Let’s just say I want to play angry businessman disciplines his late secretary.”

  “I like the sound of that.” He turned to look at the clock. “Shit now I only have seventeen minutes.” Rising from his seat, he took a step away then returned and shoveled a huge forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

  She watched him, shaking her head as he rushed toward the steps. “Don’t forget to put on that suit… and oh, don’t wear any underwear.”

  He turned back and grinned before taking the steps two at a time.

  Brian took one of the shortest, yet most thorough showers ever as he scrubbed all his important parts multiple times. After brushing his teeth, he quickly dressed in the suit Jillian already had hanging out for him. He pulled on his black dress socks and shoes then rushed down the stairs.

  When he reached Jillian’s office, he discovered her wearing a short skirt and tight blouse. Her hair was pulled up in a bun. The moment she saw him, she smiled then rose from the chair, leaned over the desk, and began randomly searching through papers.

  “I’m ready.” He stepped into the room.

  Turning to him, she rolled her eyes. “Really?”

  “What?”

  In a scolding tone, she said, “What are we playing?”

  “Oh, sorry.” He motioned for the door. “Should I just start again?”

  “Uh, yeah… But come on we don’t have a lot of time.”

  He stepped out of the room then rushed back in and said in an authoritative tone, “Ms. Grayson.”

  “Yes, sir. I just got your email.”

  “My email?”

  She glared at him then sat in the desk chair.

  “Oh, yes, my email.” He moved toward her, gazing down her open blouse to her cleavage.

  “Mr. Nash. I’m sorry, but I just can’t find those papers.” After spinning in her chair toward the desk, she pulled open a drawer and leafed through file folders.

  “Never mind those.” He moved beside her chair. “You were late again this morning weren’t you?”

  “Yes, sir.” She refused to look at him. “It won’t happen again.”

  Placing his hand on her shoulder, he took a step closer. A bulge was forming behind the thin fabric of his suit pants and he pressed it gently into her shoulder.

  Her gaze locked on it. “Mr. Nash, I—”

  Suddenly, in one swift and slick motion he pressed his foot against the chair pedal which controlled the chair height. A whooshing sound spilled out as Jillian’s body made a slow descent until her head was in-line with his groin.

  “Wow.” Her eyes widened then she looked up to his face, breaking character. “Did you plan that out?”

  He shrugged. “I got lucky.”

  “I’m impressed.”

  He shot her a faux scolding expression. “We don’t have a lot of time, remember?”

  “Sorry.” She returned her attention to his bulge.

  “First you are late then you can’t find the important papers I need. I should have you written up.”

  “Written up?” She slowly met his gaze.

  “It’s company policy, Ms. Grayson.”

  “Is there some way I can make it up to you?” She traced a finger along the outline of his growing erection.

  Moaning, he closed his eyes. “Well, I, um…”

  She slowly pulled his zipper down then extracted his penis from his pants.

  She kissed the tip then looked up to his face. “Do you want me to look for those papers now or should I take care of this instead?”

  “Um, what you’re doing now is… fine.”

  She grinned then took the head into her mouth. Reaching out, he massaged her neck while she worked her magic. It only took a few minutes of attention before he was hunched over groaning and panting and catching the result of her efforts in his hand. He waddled toward the bathroom while she wiped her face.

  A minute later he returned from the bathroom, checked the time then grabbed his keys. “Oh, crap. I’m going to be late.”

  “Aren’t you going to change?”

  “I don’t have time. I have some clothes at the club.”

  “But what are you going to tell people if they ask why you’re wearing a suit?”

  “Oh, I’ll just tell them the truth.” He shrugged. “That my wife wanted to play angry businessman and naughty secretary.”

  “Okay.” After chuckling, she kissed him on the lips. “Call me later.”

  Brian rushed to his MINI Cooper Coupe and with eight minutes to make the normally eleven minute trip, he punched the gas. The traffic was light and he was making good time until he reached a red stop light. He wore a silly grin as his mind was replaying the exciting events of the morning. He adjusted his still somewhat excited penis when the passenger door opened and a man plopped down in the seat next to him, pointing a gun at his head. “The light’s green.”

  “What the hell?” Shocked, Brian lifted his hands.

  “Drive.”

  “What are you doing?” Brian asked with his eyes opened wide and the blood rapidly draining from his groin area.

  “Just drive.”

  The man appeared to be in his midtwenties and was in desperate need of a shave and a shower. Not to mention, he could use some manners and quite possibly a more thought out career plan.

  Brian hit the gas and looked through the rear view mirror hoping a police officer had somehow followed him. After a few blocks of driving nervously and glancing down to the gun pointed at him, Brian asked, “Where are we going.”

  “Make a right here.”

  “No, I—” Brian shut up when the man pressed the gun to his cheek.

  The armed man directed him to pull into an empty school parking lot and to drive to the back of the building.

  After putting the car in park, Brian took his hand off the wheel
and held them in the air. “Okay, now what?”

  “Get out.”

  “Really?” Brian sighed.

  “What did you think I just wanted a ride to school?” The man chuckled.

  “No, but—”

  “I said get the fuck out of the car.”

  “Okay. I’m getting out.” Brian opened the door and climbed out of the car with his hands raised. The man met him at the passenger door.

  “Is this a convertible?” The man waved the gun gesturing toward the car.

  “No, I wish.” Brian frowned.

  “Yeah, what’s wrong with you?” The man pointed to the sunny sky. “You’re living in one of the most beautiful places in the country and no convertible.”

  “Well, it was a gift from my wife. She picked it out.”

  “It’s still a sweet ride though.”

  “Yeah, um, thanks,” Brian replied halfheartedly.

  They stood together for a moment admiring the car until the man turned to Brian then held his palm out with widened eyes.

  “What?” Brian asked.

  “The keys?”

  “Oh, sorry.” Brian dropped them in his hand.

  The man headed to the driver’s side then looked back. “Hey, what kind of suit is that?”

  “Armani.”

  “It’s nice.”

  “Um, thanks.”

  “What size?”

  “Forty-two regular.”

  “Huh…” The man paused for a few seconds then shrugged. “I’m really sorry about this, but I think I’m going to have to ask for the suit, too.”

  Brian’s jaw dropped open. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  Frowning, Brian sighed as he let the jacket slide off his arms. “I can’t believe this shit.”

  “Hurry up.” With his gun still trained on Brian, the man looked around quickly.

  “Okay. Okay.” Dropping to his knees, Brian untied his shoes then pulled them off.

  “That’s a nice shirt.”

  Brian returned upright and shook his head. “It’s just from Target.”

  “Uh-huh…” The man walked behind him, flipped the collar, and checked the label. “I don’t think Target sells John Varvatos.”

  “Geez.”