Since no one seemed to care, I decided on some Florence and the Machine and after I set the album to play I looked up to see Michelle admiring Ben’s rolling skills.
“Wow...impressive...” she cooed. “You must do this often...”
Tasha looked over at Tony and me and mouthed the words “What the fuck?” Tony glanced at me and mouthed, “Do something!”, but I just ignored them.
Ben handed the joint back to Michelle after he was done rolling it. She just ignored Corinne and lit up taking a long drag, then turned back to Ben when she exhaled, passing it over to him.
But Ben just shook his head. “Nah...pass it that way first...” he nodded at Corinne. “Not my weed.”
“Oh right,” Michelle recovered her manners and passed it to Corinne, who snatched it away quickly.
I went and sat back on the love seat, seeing as there was no more room on the couch, and as I did Ben looked over and caught my eye, giving me a little suggestive nod toward the hallway, reminding me of our earlier conversation.
I smiled back at him, realizing I had nothing to worry about.
Ω
“So what the fuck was that?” Tony was the first to voice it, once the giant elephant named Michelle had officially left the building.
Corinne had to practically pry Michelle’s arms off of Ben before dragging her ass out the door to their waiting cab. Michelle had conveniently decided to give every one of us a deliberate goodbye hug in order to get her hands all over him. Fuck, that girl was drunk...
Tasha was laughing. “No shit. If it hadn’t been for all of us here she would have been all up over alla that so fast...” She eyed Ben.
“Maybe she was just workin’ him for a tip,” Tony threw out and Ben laughed at that as he leaned back on the sofa and peeked out the curtains.
“Shit, she about to -” he started, bracing himself. “Oh no – she made it, Corinne caught her.”
Tasha had an irritated look in her eyes. “What the fuck kinda girl hits on her friend’s man right in front of her face?” She just had to say it.
But Ben just sucked his teeth. “She was just drunk...” He tried to dismiss it.
“For real, though,” Tasha wouldn’t let up. “I mean, you all right and all – ” she nodded at Ben, “– but I’m sorry, I wouldn’t try to tap that if you paid me...you know, because Gabby’s my girl...no offense, Ben.”
“It’s all good, Tasha, I wouldn’t do you either,” Ben replied easily.
It was kind of funny. The two of them had been riding each other all night.
He was feeling his pockets for a moment, and then pulled out his own little stash of weed. “Y’all wanna hit one for the road?”
“Definitely.” Tasha settled back into her seat.
But Tony was eyeing me. “Why so quiet, Gabby? I’ll beat her ass for you, you know I would...”
I saw Ben pause what he was doing to glance over at me.
I sighed. “No, Tony...you know how she is.” But in all honesty, if I hadn’t been completely convinced that Ben had zero interest in Michelle, I would have been a lot angrier.
Ben settled back in to focus on the joint he was rolling up. “That’s funny, ‘cause...speakin’ of beatin’ some ass, Gabriela...you know he would.”
Tony’s eyes darted over toward Ben in mock fury. “What the fuck?” His diva claws were out, along with his perverted mind.
“I don’t think he meant it like that, Tony...” I chuckled.
Ben sucked his teeth, and laughed. “Dude...wasn’t you all about ready to beat the shit out of me in the mall a few weeks ago?” He eyed him questioningly, and then sealed the joint.
Tony’s jaw dropped and he glanced over at me. “You told him about that?”
I couldn’t help a little smile at Ben finally making light of it. I shrugged my shoulders innocently.
“It’s cool, though,” Ben said, lighting up slowly. “I get that you was just lookin’ out for your girl –” He took a deep pull on the joint and then passed it over to Tasha, “– but if it actually had been me that day you and I woulda had some words...”
Tony laughed. “The other you – your double – he had a few words of his own, right Gab?”
“Yeah, he would,” Ben didn’t seem surprised. “But he’s not my double...and he has a fuckin’ temper.”
I eyed him. “And you don’t?” I was curious.
“Not like that,” he answered simply.
I got up from my chair and headed over to Ben then to pass him the joint and collapsed down on the couch next to him, where I had been waiting to be all night.
“Finally...” I sighed, lifting my feet up onto the coffee table and leaning back into the cushions. “I’m done hosting. You can all go home now.”
They laughed at that, but within fifteen minutes the two of them were out the door, Tony letting me know he would call me in the morning.
Chapter Ten
After seeing them out and locking the front door I quickly made my way back into the living room where Ben was still waiting for me on the couch. It was probably a mixture of the wine and just pure longing for him, but I just knelt down between his legs and ran my hands slowly up his thighs, as he stared down at me.
He smiled. “You miss me.” He said it so softly, and he didn’t phrase it as a question.
I let my breath out, looking up at him as he ran his fingers across my face. “There are so many things I could say right now, but since it’s one in the morning I figure it’s better I just keep my mouth shut.”
“Damn...” He raised his eyebrows. “Did I embarrass you?”
I shook my head slowly. “No...I think it may be the other way around.”
He covered my hands with his. “Why you say that?” He ran his hand up my arm and then leaned all the way back to look at me. “Every day you show me some more hidden talents you got...it’s so sexy.”
I kind of laughed. “So you think I’m talented?” I teased him.
He sucked his teeth, staring me down. “If you didn’t think you could impress me, you wouldn’t bother trying.”
“Well...” I ran my hand up his shirt slowly, feeling those hard muscles. “I wasn’t trying to whore my friend out to you, even if that’s how it looked.”
He laughed softly. “Why everyone keep sayin’ that tonight? You know you can’t whore yaself out if nobody buyin’...don’t forget that.”
“I see...” I grabbed his belt buckle, dipping my fingers in and out of the waist of his jeans, teasing him. “So pretty little blondes don’t do it for you, Ben?”
His eyes dropped, watching what I was doing. “I think you know what I like, Gabby.”
I met his eyes. Then I leaned over and kissed his belly. “I’ve never met a man that could say no to Michelle...” I looked up as I ran my tongue up over his navel.
He bit his lip, sucking in his breath. “She’s a pretty girl, Gabby…but so are you…so the better question you gotta ask yaself is what difference is a pretty face gonna make when I got you bent ova this table right here? So…like I said…I think you know what I like.”
“Hmmm...” His words made me shudder. “You’re so nasty, Ben.”
“Just being honest.” His finger traced my jaw, smiling at that, but then it faded slightly, his expression growing a little more serious. “Aside from alla that, baby, if you wanna know what I really think...you know you got nothin’ to worry about with me, but...” I lifted my eyes to look at him. “That girl don’t got your back, Gabriela. And I wouldn’t say anything in front your friends, you know that.”
“Why, did she try something?”
He sucked his teeth. “No. But that ain’t even the point...”
I sighed. “I guess...I really didn’t know that about her. I guess I never brought a man home worth stealing before...”
Ben squeezed my hand between his legs. I felt him hard – throbbing – through his jeans. “This is all yours, baby...” His voice was so deep and sexy all of a sudden.
I sighed, feeling myself get warm all over. “So...”
“What?”
I smiled at him. “Does that mean that...I’m your girlfriend, Ben?” I was always losing my mind around him...talking before thinking...betraying all my common sense. Fuck, Gabriela. Why was it so hard for me to play hard to get with this man?
Ben just smiled back at me. “I don’t have time for a girlfriend, Gabriela.” He slipped his finger between my lips.
I caught my breath as he slid his finger over my tongue, my heart sinking simultaneously. “I see...”
“Good.” His voice was so soft. “I don’t really have time for a whole lot of anything really so if you don’t mind –” he had my hand pressed between his legs again and he pushed up through the fabric of his jeans into the palm of my hand, “– I’d rather just skip all that bullshit...I think it’s pretty obvious how I feel about you...so no more asking me any stupid questions like that...I’m already in so deep anyway...so to speak.” His eyes fell back down to where I was stroking him.
But he had me so confused. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means that...you trippin’ about wanting to know if you my girlfriend – but I’m already worried I could fall for you for real...” His hand was on his buckle then, and my heart started beating so furiously I didn’t know what to do.
I let my breath out. “Shit...” This was not happening. My whole body was on fire. My hand slipped inside then...the zipper slid open...I took him into my mouth slowly...deeply...listening to the lowest, sexiest moan escape from his throat.
He moaned deeply, pushing up deeper into my mouth. “You see..?” He let his breath out. “Perfect fit.”
“Shit,” I gasped, catching my breath. I ran my tongue up his length slowly, teasing him. “Does that mean I can make you come like this?” I was so curious. It almost felt like a mission for me – he had never come from me just sucking him.
He gripped his cock and smacked it lightly against my tongue. “Where?” He was watching me so intently. “In your mouth?”
His directness made my pussy quiver. “No one ever did that before.” I just kept teasing him with my tongue, watching it, his smooth, slick wet cock that just smacked against his belly whenever I released it – massive, thick, hard, dark brown. Gorgeous.
“You have such a pretty mouth...am surprised anyone could resist,” he admitted softly.
I met his eyes then. “No...I never let anyone do that before, that’s all...”
His fingers knotted themselves into my hair then, holding my face. “Shit...” He let his breath out deeply as he pushed my face down and I bore down on him once again. “You know I’d never do anything you don’t want, baby...”
“Mmmm...” I shuddered. Whenever he talked like that it just made me want more and more of what I never thought I would. “That’s just it...because with you I think I want it,” I admitted, my breathing picking up. “I want to taste you...all of you...I can’t get enough...”
“Goddamn...” Ben was starting to lose it, I could tell. “I thought you was gonna show me your room, baby.”
I sucked him off like a popsicle. “Yeah, but if I do that you’re just gonna rip all my clothes off and take over like you always do...” I moved my mouth lower and ran my tongue over his balls, taking them gently into my mouth, sucking off one and then the other.
“Fuck, baby...” I felt him shift, gripping the couch cushions.
“I just want today to be all about you,” I said softly, trying to convince him as best I could.
“Well...” He waited, as my mouth closed down around him again. “If it’s all about me, baby, then you gotta give me what I want.”
“Mmmhmm...” I agreed, my pussy suddenly on fire, feeling him fuck my mouth with such ease.
“Take this off.” He was pulling at my top, so I slipped it off quickly. He leaned forward and reached around me, unclasping my bra easily. I felt it slide off my shoulders, my breasts spilling out into his hands.
And then just as smoothly, his cock was sliding up between my breasts as he squeezed them gently, my mouth still bearing down over the head of his cock as he kept fucking my tits. Shit, he was huge...
I caught my breath suddenly. “You like that?” I was so desperate to please him, but at the same time I was just losing all control, and I could tell he knew it.
He pulled his shirt up over his head then. He leaned forward suddenly, his hands running down over my bare back, gripping the waist of my jeans. “Get up.”
He always knew exactly what he wanted, and he was never afraid to tell me. And of course, I couldn’t resist him – even though I had thought I could call all the shots, it excited me even more that he never let me.
I stood up slowly, facing him, and Ben didn’t waste any time, popping open the button of my fly and pulling down the zipper, exposing the front of my black lace thong panties. He leaned forward and tugged at the waist of my panties with his teeth, kissing my tummy so softly.
And then he just smacked my ass lightly. “Turn around.”
So I did just that, and only then did I feel his fingers digging in and peeling those tight jeans down off my giant booty. He did it slowly, tenderly, like he was savouring every moment of it. God, this man knew how to make me feel sexy...
“Hmm...” I heard him moan softly and then felt his hot, warm mouth and tongue trailing soft little wet kisses all over my bottom – first one cheek and then the other and back again, all the while squeezing and and kneading with those big skilled hands of his.
He pushed me forward until I was leaning over, bracing myself against the coffee table.
“Damn baby.” I heard him let his breath out, his finger sliding under the thin string of my thong, from the small of my back all the way down between my legs, over and over again, making me tremble, teasing me beyond belief...
“Fuck, you got a nice ass. So fuckin’ big too...” He was gripping it again, his lips and his mouth taking over again, steering closer and closer to that thin strip of fabric covering what was already so dripping wet for him.
I sighed softly, giving him a little booty shake. “Not too much for you, baby?” I teased him.
“Stop it.” His fingers grabbed the string again and tugged up gently and I felt the fabric slide and rub all over my clit and between the lips of my wet pussy.
“Shit. Ben...” I groaned as he teased the string of my thong with the tip of his tongue.
I felt his fingers spreading me open then. His tongue licked me so softly. “This here is just perfect...” And he started sucking my clit so gently. “So fucking good...”
I cried out then, unable to hold back. I always came so hard and fast whenever Ben ate my pussy, there was just something about him – he knew exactly what to do. He knew when to just tease me with the tip of his tongue just the right way – just as he knew when to just dive in and suck my orgasm out of me like a tornado. Either way, I was always spinning.
I gasped, trying to catch my breath; my orgasm sending aftershocks through my body, making me shake and shudder. “I just don’t fucking get it...” I whispered, as Ben’s tongue kept licking me so tenderly.
“What, baby?” Ben whispered back, his tongue still teasing me.
I raked my fingers through my hair, my arms and my elbows still desperately trying to support myself on the coffee table. Then I just groaned all over again as his mouth latched back onto my clit.
“I never had anyone make me come like this,” I admitted then, catching my breath. “I just don’t know if...I mean...is this how it’s supposed to be? Because...because...oh fuck.” My voice just trailed off as Ben just kept teasing, licking and sucking me, making me groan in pleasurable agony.
He pulled away slowly, chuckling softly at me. “You’re okay, baby,” he assured me, his fingers taking over for his mouth then. “This exactly how it’s supposed to be.”
“Oh.” It was all I could manage.
“You never had a man do what? Eat your p
ussy?” He leaned in and took another taste. “Lick you...suck you...make you feel good?” He just wouldn’t let up...
“Oh...shit...” I moaned again. “Not like this,” I admitted. “How you get so good at that anyway?” I decided to be bold again. Ben was still rubbing me so tenderly, teasing me with that thong – up and down, over and over again. “You must have had a lot of practice...”
He sighed softly as he grabbed my hips and slid his hands down my thighs, pulling me to my feet. “You think so? I haven’t eat pussy in three years, baby.”
I turned to face him, a look of disbelief on my face as Ben just pulled me down onto his lap so smoothly. “You serious?” I couldn’t believe it. But then I felt him sliding up inside me and I gasped, wincing at the wonderful sting of his entry – all that fucking cock he had.
He pulled me close and kissed my mouth softly, as I felt him push up deep inside me. “I’m serious,” he said as his lips broke away. “You don’t believe me?”
He kept rocking me so slowly...every now and then pushing up a little deeper, a little harder.
“I’m just surprised,” I whispered, gasping with every thrust.
“Why?” He squeezed my breasts, leaning in and sucking on my nipple. “I told you. I’m picky.”
Oh God...” I groaned, as Ben continued to lick and suck on my nipple. “Sometimes I don’t know if you’re real.”
“Damn...” Ben let out a soft laugh. “Don’t this feel real enough, baby?” And I felt his cock push up deep, his fingers digging into my ass, pushing me down hard.
I caught my breath. “I love the way you fuck me.”
“Mmm...” Ben’s eyes met mine and he pulled me in for another deep kiss. “Good. ‘Cause am not plannin’ to stop. Take me to your room, Gabriela.”
Ω
My bedroom was tiny and simply furnished. I had next to no closet space so I tended to stack laundry hampers full of clothes along the wall. I had a small desk that held my lap top and a book case along another wall. My dresser had an attached mirror and served double-duty as my vanity, with a cluster of make-up, lotions and perfumes – a few framed pictures strewn about. I also only had enough space for a double bed – no massive king-size which I had become accustomed to sharing with Ben.
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