Friends With Real Benefits (Friends With Benefits Book 7)

by Luke Young

  “I see where you’re going with this.” Jillian smirked. “So even one-on-one a woman has a man outnumbered three to one.”

  “Exactly.” Victoria took another sip. “Add another woman in the room and it’s six to one.”

  “There is no way any man can keep up with that.” Jillian’s smile faded. “But sometimes pleasing one guy is more than enough. I mean I can’t even imagine trying to please three guys at one time. That would have to be exhausting.”

  “It can be done.” Victoria announced proudly.

  Jillian gave her a look. “Oh God, please don’t tell me you know this from experience.”

  “Well, no, but I did see a movie once and, in fact, this woman was with four guys all at the same time.”

  “Four?” Jillian scoffed. “You can’t be serious. How’s that even possible?”

  “She had one in each hand, one in her mouth and one in her vag.”

  “Huh?” Jillian paused a moment. “Well, I guess she actually had room for one more when you think about it.”

  “I guess she did,” Victoria replied, her face now contorted, seemingly trying to picture the possibility.

  “Ugh…” Jillian groaned. “… the coordination and effort of all that. It would have to be a logistical nightmare. Not to mention completely unnecessary.”

  “I agree.” Victoria nodded. “Once you’ve been with four or five penises at the same time you really have nowhere else to go. From there sex has to be ruined for you for like ever after that.”

  “Yeah…” Jillian gazed out the window for a few seconds then returned her attention to her friend.

  “How the hell did we get on this subject?”

  “Orange is the New Black, remember?”

  “Oh, yeah.” Jillian sipped her tea then placed it down on the table.

  “I can look up the name of that movie, with the four guys, if you want to watch it with Brian.”

  “That’s okay.” Glowering, Jillian waved her hand at her. “There are some things you just can’t un-see. The image of a woman with four guys would probably fall in that category.”

  Victoria’s iPhone chimed and she glanced at the screen. “Crap, I’ve got to run for my next appointment.”

  8

  With her friend safely out the door, Jillian returned to the family room just as the credits were rolling on the boys’ show. Kneeling down, she tickled the twins’ bellies and smiled. “Daddy’s about to leave. How about we go up and give him a proper goodbye?”

  “Dadda,” Dylan repeated.

  Griffin didn’t reply, instead he swatted his hand at his brother and let out a loud squealing giggle.

  After scooping a boy up in each arm, she climbed the steps and said in a sing songy voice, “Let mommy say goodbye to daddy by herself first.”

  The boys ignored her as they were preoccupied pulling on each other’s shirts. Once in the room, Jillian heard Brian in the bathroom. She dropped the boys off in the playpen and discovered her husband wearing only a towel as he leaned close to the mirror inserting a contact lens into his eye.

  “Good, you’re not dressed yet.” She gave him a sexy smile.

  “Nope.” Blinking his eye to adjust to the lens, he turned to face her.

  “Sorry we were interrupted.” She grasped the top of his towel near his belly button.

  “Yeah, me too.” He gave her a curious look. “Where are the boys?”

  “In the playpen.”

  “Oh.”

  She stepped closer and breathed in the scent of him. She pulled back from him and caught the slight frown that formed on his lips before it melted away.

  “What the matter?” She gave him a concerned look.

  “Nothing.”

  “Do you have a few minutes…” She ran a finger slowly down his chest to the top of his towel, giving him a suggestive smile. “… or do you need to leave right now?”

  “Um, well, I, uh…”

  Placing her lips on his chest, she kissed him softly. “I sorta got started with something before that probably needs finishing.”

  “Well, um…” His eyes closed slowly and he sighed. “I think I have a few minutes, but, I…”

  “What?” She whispered as she cupped his balls through the towel, gazing up to his face hesitantly. “Is this okay?”

  “Uh-huh. Yeah.”

  Slipping down to her knees, she slowly peeled the towel away from him and let it fall to the floor. Kissing his thigh, she took hold of his growing penis and ran her fingers over the silky smooth skin.

  He leaned his head back and his mouth fell open. “Oh… Yeah…”

  Her tongue trailed a line from the ridge up the shaft as he stood perfectly still. He exhaled deeply with his hands on his hips. She pressed her nose to the root of his tightly cropped pubic hair and breathed in. “Gosh, you smell so good.”

  “Freshly showered, you know.”

  “I know, but you still smell like you. I love that smell,” she whispered, pulling back from him. She lifted his semi-hard penis up and kissed the tip before rolling her tongue along the underside.

  He moaned when she took the entire thing inside her mouth while cradling his balls in one hand. She purred loudly, slurping and sucking on his flesh. After thirty seconds of her expert attention he still wasn’t much harder so she let him fall from her lips, studying the floppy appendage with concern.

  “That, um, feels so good,” he said with his voice cracking.

  Using her hand, she stroked him harder and faster while gazing up to his face with a frown.

  He smiled at her with an ounce of encouragement mixed with a ton of worry. “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” she said with a slight edge to her voice.

  “This is amazing.”

  “Uh-huh…” She returned her attention to his chubby, swollen, yet not fully erect penis. “What’s wrong?”

  “What? Huh?”

  “You, uh, don’t seem to be getting very hard.”

  “Oh, I’m probably just tired from all the tennis.”

  She redoubled her efforts, bringing both hands into the mix and working him faster. “You didn’t have any trouble twenty minutes ago, outside.”

  “Yeah, I think that’s it,” he said encouragingly. Then he cringed and closed his eyes tightly before tensing his muscles and standing up on his tiptoes. “Maybe I just need a minute—”

  “You did yourself didn’t you?” she asked in a harshly, accusatory tone.

  “What, no, I, um…” He shook his head quickly.

  “Uh-huh.” Studying his face, she sized him up wearing a skeptical frown. “This just seems odd since you were so hard earlier.”

  “I know, it’s not like me at all,” he replied sheepishly. Grimacing, he stroked his erection a few times then put on a smile. “I think it’s happening now. Yeah. Here we go.”

  Frowning, her gaze travelled back to his groin and she reluctantly took him back into her mouth. She worked him over with her lips and tongue for another thirty seconds before pulling back and shaking her head, disappointed. “You finished without me didn’t you? I promise I won’t be mad. Just admit it.”

  He sighed in defeat. “Sorry, I, um, came up here and I saw your underwear from last night on the floor. I picked them up and smelled them and next thing I knew I was fully, you know, and…”

  Rising to her feet, she maintained her frown as she washed her hands. “I’m disappointed, but I understand.” She grabbed her toothbrush, squeezed some paste onto the bristles and went to work.

  “I probably shouldn’t have done it twice,” he said.

  Glaring at him, she spit her paste out into the sink. “What?”

  “What’s that?” He looked away from her with his eyes wide.

  “Twice!” She mumbled before cupping some water into her mouth and rinsing. “You did it twice?”

  “Um, well, yeah, it wouldn’t go down after the first time.”

  “Oh, it wouldn’t go down.” She nodded and added in a
sarcastic tone, “That happens.”

  “Wait, I thought you promised you wouldn’t get mad.”

  “I promised I wouldn’t get mad if you did it once, but twice is a different story.”

  “How’s that different?”

  “I don’t know.” She shook her head. “It just is.”

  “That really doesn’t make any sense.”

  “I just don’t understand you men.” She let out a long, slow breath. “I mean, once isn’t enough for you? You need to do it twice.”

  “Um, well, sometimes that first one isn’t very good and the second one is, you know, better.”

  “Uh-huh.” She shook her head. “Why not three times? Go completely nuts and go for the hat-trick.”

  “Um, well I actually—” When he spotted her eyes bugging out of her head he shut the hell up, pressing his lips together in a hard line.

  “You did it a third time?” She scoffed.

  Well, I, um… Does a failed attempt count?” He asked with his eyes pleading for mercy.

  “Failed attempt?”

  “Yeah, I was close, but I just couldn’t pull it off so to speak.”

  “What are you?” She shot him a sickened look before heading out of the room.

  He chased after her. “You looked so hot in your skirt that I was, you know, really, really horny. And your underwear smelled just like your deliciously sweet pussy.”

  She leaned over the playpen and spoke to the boys in a sweet voice, “Daddy has to leave.”

  “So what, you’re not talking to me now?”

  “Daddy likes to do things without the rest of us, but that’s okay,” she began with her voice getting edgier with every word. “Maybe he’ll have time for us when he gets home later.”

  “Don’t be like this.” Placing his hands on her hips, he slipped down to his knees. Then he lifted her shirt up and gently kissed her back.

  “Come on. I’m all sweaty.” She stood upright and moved away from the playpen.

  “I don’t mind your sweat.”

  She refused to look at him. “Well, you don’t want to be late.”

  “Listen, I’m sorry and I don’t want to leave if you’re mad.”

  “I’m not mad,” she replied, disinterested.

  “You sound a little mad.”

  “Don’t tell me how I’m feeling.”

  “Okay.” He sighed, exasperated, then rose to his feet and stepped to her. “Have a good day.”

  “Yeah.”

  He leaned in to kiss her and she turned to give him a cheek. He hesitated a moment before giving her a quick kiss.

  “Okay, bye,” she said halfheartedly.

  He grabbed her hand. “How about I make it up to you later?”

  “How?” She shot him a spoiled frown.

  “Maybe a massage with hot oil.”

  “That might be nice.” She folded her arms. “Full body?”

  “Is there any other kind?” He smiled, moving close to her again. “I love you.”

  “I love you too,” she admitted, her lips finally curling up into a reluctant smile.

  Leaning close to her again, he gave her a proper kiss.

  9

  That night Brian returned home late from closing the tennis club. He discovered, Jillian asleep on the sofa in the family room and the boys napping in their playpen. He tiptoed into the room and tapped his lovely wife on the shoulder.

  Groggily, she smiled up at him. “Hey.”

  “When did they go down?”

  “I don’t know. I just passed out. What time is it?”

  “After eleven.”

  “I was watching the news and my eyes got heavy.” She slowly rose to her feet. “How was work?”

  “Fine.”

  “Help me put them to bed, okay?”

  Smiling, he gently scooped up Dylan, leaned him against his chest and kissed his forehead.

  “They were wild tonight.” Jillian picked up Griffin and kissed him as well. “Are you hungry?”

  “I ate.”

  The parents climbed the steps and placed the twins down in their cribs before heading to their room. As Jillian turned toward the bathroom, Brian placed his hands on her neck and sensuously rubbed her soft skin. She stopped in her tracks and sighed. Moving close to her, he buried his face in her neck and whispered, “I missed you all day.”

  “I missed you too.”

  “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

  “Really?” She turned to him and smiled. “What is it?”

  “It’s a surprise, but I’ll give you a clue. It has to do with your rub.” He flashed her a grin.

  “I almost forgot about my rub.” A disappointed frown formed on her lips. “If you’re too tired we can do it another night.”

  “I’ve been thinking of rubbing your hot body all day.” He smiled. “But if you’re too tired then—”

  “Are you kidding? I’m never too tired for a rub.”

  “Great, go get yourself ready for bed and I’ll be right back.”

  “Okay.” She gave him a suspicious look as he slipped out of the room.

  A few minutes later, Brian returned with a plastic cup filled with some liquid. Jillian was lying nude and face down on the mattress. He stood at the foot of the bed admiring her curves.

  Lifting her neck, she turned to him. “Where have you been?”

  “I had to get something.”

  “I was falling asleep.”

  “I’m almost ready.” After placing the cup down to the nightstand, he stripped down to his boxer briefs then climbed on the mattress. He straddled her hips and sank down on her rear end. She moaned softly. “That feels good already.”

  Picking the cup up, he held it at an angle over her back and tilted it until a stream of hot coconut oil spilled over the side. The moment it fell on her skin, she purred in pleasure. “Ohhhh… What is that?”

  “It’s your surprise.”

  “Hmmm… It smells good.”

  He returned the cup to the nightstand and massaged the oil into her skin. She groaned in relaxed ecstasy as he worked the hot oil into her tired muscles. “That isn’t baby oil is it?”

  “Nope.” He smiled. “You likey?”

  “I do.” She exhaled deeply.

  Running his fingers up to her neck, he worked her body, relieving the tension in her stiff muscles.

  “Oh my God. Ahhhh… You have magic fingers.”

  “So I’ve been told.” He moved his attention to her shoulders and caressed her for a few minutes there before reaching again for the cup. Slowly he drizzled the oil on her right arm then across her upper back and down her left arm. She let out a barely audible sigh. He massaged the oil carefully into her skin, kneading and rubbing all her aches and pains away.

  She said breathlessly, “This has to be the best rub you’ve ever given me. What is that stuff?”

  “Hot coconut oil.”

  “That’s amazing.”

  “And after your rub I can taste you too.” He laughed. “Get it… coconut. I love me some coconut. You and coconut. Maybe some chocolate too.”

  “I just might have to let you.” She shimmied her hips. “Hey are you wearing underwear?”

  “Yeah, I wanted this to be about you.”

  “That’s disappointing. You know I love when you sit on me all naked and everything.”

  “There will be plenty of time for that.” Sliding back, he grabbed the cup again and poured a generous amount of oil onto each of her glorious ass cheeks.

  “Ahhhh.” She groaned into her pillow, turning her head to add, “That feels so good.”

  “I’m glad.” After watching it drip down the sides of her curves, he collected the oil with his hand and rubbed it thoroughly into her muscles.

  She groaned in pleasure. “Oh… What did I do to deserve you?”

  “I really don’t know. But maybe it’s because you have such an adorable rear end.”

  She giggled then let out a deep sigh.

  His cock tente
d his underwear as he continued to massage her. He scooted back a bit more then rubbed her upper thighs, bringing his thumbs within a whisper of her pussy and ass. Her groaning intensified as his fingers neared her parts. Returning his attention to her neck, he carefully worked the tension out of her muscles then slowly traced a line with his finger to her lower back.

  She melted with his touch and let out a guttural moan.

  He continued on massaging the oil into her skin for the next twenty minutes, working from her ass to her neck and down her arms. Finally, she whined, “What about my legs?”

  “I was getting there.” Grinning, he climbed off the bed, stripped out of his underwear and straddled her again, but this time facing the other way.

  He dribbled oil down each of her legs and let a bit pool in the delicious crevice between the bottom of her ass cheeks and her thighs.

  She moaned loudly as he sank his body down carefully, sitting on her lower back. His erection stuck straight out and was accented beautifully by the pale white cheeks of her rear end on either side. Pre-cum dripped liberally from him onto her milky skin.

  Leaning forward, he worked the oil into the bottoms of her cheeks, then down her thighs and finally to her calves.

  She exhaled and her head slowly shook back and forth as she lay on her pillow. “You’re like the best masseuse ever.”

  He smiled and placing two hands on her right calf muscle, worked it roughly exactly how he knew she liked. She lifted her head up a bit and groaned. Bringing her hand back, her fingers found his thigh and she toyed playfully with the hair on his legs. As she touched him, he worked his palms firmly into her one calf before moving to the other.

  Her fingers wandered around his leg seemingly in search of his cock, but at her current angle, she could not reach him. He lifted up a bit and hovered over her until his balls were dangling just over her skin. She dropped her hand down below his thigh and finally locating her targets playfully cupped them.

  He gasped loudly and she used her index finger to trace a line to the root of his shaft.

  His eyes rolled back behind their lids as he separated his hands to each of her legs. He ran them slowly from her ankles up to her thighs then to the tender flesh of her ass. She said, “I think you’re going to have to put it in now.”

  “Whatever you need babe.” Climbing off of her, he knelt beside her and commanded, “Turn over.”