***From this chapter on, there'll be mature content, so be warned ;) ***
I feel a strange quiver in my stomach when I hear Ben call my name, and I stop in my tracks. I don’t turn around because I’m not sure I want to face him now. I know I should keep walking, but before I can make a sensible decision for once, Ben catches up with me. I quickly wipe away my tears as he comes to a stop in front of me. “Amy, are you okay? I saw what my brother did.”
I let out a long breath of air. “I’m fine, thank you,” I murmur and avoid his gaze. “There’s no reason why you should worry about anything.” The tone of my voice is surprisingly indifferent. I cross my arms in front of my chest and still avoid looking at him.
Ben sighs. “What did he say to you?”
I finally lift my gaze and look at him with a heavy sigh. “Ben! Stop and leave me alone. It’s none of your business; that’s something between Aaron and me. I don’t need your help, and I don’t owe you anything.” I have no idea where this sudden anger comes from, but I know I don’t want to talk to him now. I don’t even want to look at him and think about all the pent-up frustration. I need to leave, so without another word, I walk past him and hope he lets me go.
Okay, no, that’s a lie. What I hope is that he finally grabs me, pushes me against the wall, and kisses me passionately. But of course, nothing like that happens.
Before I turn the next corner, I throw him a last glance. He’s still standing there watching me leave.
As soon as I arrive at home, I drop down on my couch and groan in total frustration. I look at my phone and see a message from Lauren, asking if everything is all right. I laugh humorlessly. Of course, everything is just fucking perfect!
Aaron also texted: “Amy, my offer is up. If you finally want to forget about my stupid brother, I’d be happy to help.”
What an idiot! I’m about to text him back, but a knock on my door catches my attention. At first, I’m not sure if I want to answer because I can guess who it is, but I decide to get up and walk to my front door. I put one hand on the frame and rest my forehead against it.
I flinch slightly when I hear Ben plead, “Amy? Please, can we talk?” The tone of his voice makes me shiver, and I’m not sure it’s in a good way.
When he knocks again, I sigh and finally open the door. I step aside and let Ben in, and I wait a moment before I turn to face him.
With another sigh, I finally turn around and look at him with a frown. “What do you want to talk about?”
“About what you just said.”
“What part exactly? The one where I told you to leave me alone?”
He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “That too. And that you don’t owe me anything.”
“And what exactly do you want to discuss?”
“Amy, I know there is something between us. I feel the tension and the attraction.”
I sigh dejectedly because what should make me happy, makes me angry instead. “But?”
Ben buries his hands in the pockets of his jeans and averts his gaze. “I’m afraid,” he says just above a whisper.
He takes a deep breath and looks back at me. “What if it doesn’t work out between us? We’re just getting to know each other. I know what’s between us isn’t anything I’ve ever felt with any other woman; it’s so much more already. You have become a good friend in such a short time. I feel so at ease in your presence. Amy, I don’t want to lose you as a friend if we cross that line. That happened to me before, and I don’t want it to happen again. You’re too important to me.”
Damn, what a speech! But that doesn’t change anything about my feelings for him. I pinch the bridge of my nose and squeeze my eyes shut before I look at him again. “Don’t you understand that’s exactly what’s going to happen? I can’t go on like this. I have all these thoughts in my head about us, you and me together – Ben, I don’t want to be just friends with you; I can’t. I’ve already crossed that line. Now I am on the other side with all these feelings and hopes, and if you don’t want me as I want you – if you don’t have the same feelings for me, then I’m sorry; then we can’t be friends.”
Ben looks at me with a frown forming on his forehead. He takes a few steps forward and comes to a stop right in front of me. I want to take a step back, but my back hits the wall. He puts his hand on my cheek and gently strokes it with his thumb. I close my eyes and lean into his touch. He lets out a long breath and says, “I’m so sorry, Amy. I hate to see that expression on your face. Shit, I’m such an idiot. I don’t know what’s holding me back.”
I take another deep breath and open my eyes again. This evening’s events are driving me insane. Maybe I should think less about consequences and take what I want. If Ben can’t be impulsive, then I can. So I grab him by his shirt and pull him close to me. I press my lips on his before he can react. He pulls back slightly, but I don’t let go.
And then, finally, he returns my kiss. He cups my face with his hands and parts his lips. Our tongues meet, and a soft moan escapes me when I finally taste him, and damn, he tastes delicious.
If Ben was holding back at first, he’s the leading force now. He pushes me harder against the wall, and his hands wander down over my body to my butt while I run my fingers over his muscular chest. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks over to my couch. He gently puts me down, never ceasing to kiss me passionately. My legs are still wrapped around his waist, and he pushes his pelvis against mine.
Another moan escapes me as he strokes my thigh while pushing my dress up. My hands wander under his shirt, and I graze my nails over his skin.I’m getting hotter by the second. Now that I have tasted Ben, I want more. I want his skin on mine. I want to feel him completely. I can’t stop now. My whole body trembles in anticipation of what hopefully is to come, but as I push his shirt up, Ben suddenly pulls back. He sits up and looks at me, breathing heavily.“Oh, Amy! You drive me crazy. I can’t guarantee anything if we keep going, and I don’t want you to think that I only wanted to lay you.”
My lips stretch in a provocative smile. I’ve completely lost control as soon as his lips touched mine. If we stopped now – if he left – that would be the end of me. I want him. Now. And I know that he wants me too, but he has his moral standards that prevent him from just letting go. “Dammit, Ben!” I groan. “I want to get laid. I don’t give a damn; I want you. I’ve wanted you all along. I won’t let you go now.” I straddle him and close his mouth with a passionate kiss before he can protest. I take off his shirt, this time without resistance before I get up from his lap and look at him. He chuckles and shakes his head. “Looks like I have no choice.”
I open the zipper of my dress and let it fall to the floor. I take Ben’s hand and pull him up to me, and his lips find mine again in a sensual and passionate kiss. Within seconds, my bra goes flying, and Ben pulls me closer to him. Finally, we’re skin to skin, and impatience spurs us on.
I take a step back, grab his hand, and pull him after me over to my bedroom. Without a word, I lie down on my bed while he takes off his pants before he bends over me, his body slipping between my thighs. I moan his name over and over when his mouth wanders along my neck and over my chest where he lingers a little to pay more attention to my breasts. His tongue and fingers play with my nipples, which sends hot shivers down my spine. Ben gently runs one hand over my stomach, down to my panties - and inside my panties. “Oh, babe. You’re so wet,” he breathes on my burning skin. His mouth leaves a trail of delicate kisses down my body to his hand that is softly caressing my hot core.
Incapable of any sensible thought, I writhe with pleasure, and when Ben takes off my panties and I feel his mouth between my legs, I grab the sheets and moan loudly. He flicks his tongue over my clit, and when he slides his fingers inside me, it doesn’t take long before I feel a climax approaching. I sit up and pull back. “Wait!”
Ben looks at me in surprise. “What’s wrong?”
“If you keep doing that I’ll come within the next ten seconds.”
I shift a little nervously. “Well–” I clear my throat, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.
Ben takes my hand and kisses my wrist. “What is it, Princess? You can tell me anything.”
“Uhm, it’s just – when I climax – that’s it – I’m not – multi-orgasmic. I want you to be inside me when I come.”
Ben smiles. “Hearing you say that is so hot. I want to be inside you, too, when you come. How do you know you won’t climax again?”
I shrug and lower my gaze. “I’ve tried, it’s never worked before.”
Ben chuckles as he gently pushes me back on the bed. “We’ll see about that.” And before I can say any more, his head is back between my legs. I try to let go of all the uneasy feelings, concentrating only on Ben and his mouth and fingers. And it does take me about ten seconds. I grab his hair, holding on as I arch my back when the waves of my climax rush through me.
I pant like crazy as Ben kisses his way back up to my ear where he whispers, “Okay, that was number one. I haven’t decided yet how long that list is gonna be.”
I groan at the thought of him trying to please me all night long. I hope he won’t be disappointed.
His lips are on mine again for another passionate and demanding kiss. Then he stops and looks at me. In his eyes, I can read so much, but above all, the same lust that I feel. I nod slightly to tell him that I’m ready - ready to cross that last line.
Ben hesitates for a moment. “Do we need protection?”
“I’m on the pill...”
Ben nods. He looks into my eyes, and again, I feel how my whole body reacts to him, but especially my lower abdomen. Then the moment has finally come. With a gentle push, he slides in, and when I feel him deep inside me, I moan with relief that we are finally united.
He moves slowly at first, but then firmer and faster. I respond to his movements, arching my back and moving my hips, and soon, we find a common rhythm. This feels so good, and I automatically close my eyes.
“Look at me, Princess. I want to see you come.”
Ben’s words and his sexy humming voice do funny things to me. I feel things I have never felt before, and when I open my eyes and look into his, I have to bite my lips to keep me from screaming out loud.
He smiles and kisses me again, his tongue playing with mine before he whispers in my ear, “That’s okay; you can yell. I’d love to hear you cry out my name.”
“I’m not much of a talker, so shut up and work on that list of yours.”
He smiles at me again and moves his hand between us, down to my most sensitive body part. “And here I thought you were convinced you couldn’t climax again.”
He stops rocking his hips and starts rubbing his thumb over my clit, and now I can’t help but moan loudly. I start moving my hips to feel him inside me again and then tighten around him. Ben lets out his sexy hum again. “Let go, babe. Let go for me.”
He obviously can’t hold back any longer as he continues his steady thrusts, and soon, I am utterly surprised when the second orgasm in one night takes hold of me, and it takes Ben one last thrust before he comes as well.
Oh my sweet goodness! Not even in my wildest dreams could I have imagined it like this.
While we’re both slowly coming down from this blissful high, our breathing and heartbeat returning to normal, Ben pushes himself up and looks at me. I put my hand on his cheek, lifting my head up to gently kiss his lips. He smiles. “And that was number two.”
I chuckle. “I can’t believe it.”
“If you give me a minute, I’ll show you again.”
I laugh and hit his shoulder. Then I feel him slide out of me, which leaves me feeling empty. I already miss him.
For a while, we lie silently side by side, looking at each other. He gently puts a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re so beautiful,” he says with a smile.
I shake my head and bury my face in the nape of his neck. “That’s not possible. I must look awful. My makeup is probably ruined and my hair a disaster.”
Ben chuckles. “Don’t be silly.” He gently runs his fingertips along my shoulder and my arm. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, and a tingling starts deep in my lower abdomen. I move even closer to him, and he puts his arms around me. I take in his masculine scent and sigh softly.
I never want to leave this place ever again.