Jessie
He fucked me in a coat closet. Not just fucked me: he held his hand over my mouth and railed me against a wall in a coat closet. He did what he said he would do.
Ben watched me all night with stars in his eyes. I’d known Ben’s horny look since the night I broke up his party. This was different. It was enamored, dreamy, completely moon-eyed. Like he couldn’t wait to hear what I’d say next or see what I’d do.
Waking up together, naked, surrounded by a man who truly appreciated me? There’s nothing better.
“Hey, gorgeous,” Ben crooned as I woke up.
“Oh, good morning.”
He hit me with a kiss, just lips, his massive hand resting on my cheek.
“We both have morning breath, but I don’t care,” he smiled into my lips. I kissed him back. “I’m kind of obsessed with you.”
The sheets gathered just below his hip bones and at my lower ribs. I was exposed, but it didn’t feel scary-exposed. I was there with someone I trusted.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I whispered, thumbing over his hip bone. Ben looked genuinely touched.
“I can’t believe we get to wake up like this, Jessie.”
I grinned, overcome with the need to have him. I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.
“My God, Jessalyn,” he gaped, taking my breasts into his hands.
“What, you like?” I gave him a coy smirk.
“Yes. Yes, I like.” He scrunched my boobs together and rubbed his tongue between my nipples. “I don’t even know where to start.”
“You’re on a good track, baby.”
He sucked, drawing out one nipple, looking up at me. “So perfect, Jess. Is this real? Are you really my girlfriend now? No more faking?”
“I don’t think the coat closet was fake, or did I just dream that up?”
“Hmm, it’s a little fuzzy. You’ll have to remind me.”
“Well, I think I sucked your cock, you ate my pussy, and then you fucked me raw in a coat closet at a benefit thing for your hockey team. And then you had me eat our cum, and you wiped your cum off my leg at the dinner table with all your friends. But I could have made it all up. That sounds improbable,” I said, shrugging. His cock was hard between us.
“Sounds like a dream, but it’s one I want to have.”
Ben drew me in for a deep kiss. When we came up for air, he spoke again.
“But here’s the thing. You’re way behind on orgasms, and it’s my duty to apologize for the male sex. I need to get you off before I fuck you, then get you off again. Sound like a good plan?”
I beamed. “Prove it, Jockey.”
Ben flipped me on my back, pinning my hands under one of his, the calluses grating against my skin. He hovered at my ear, whispering in a husky voice.
“Don’t you dare fake it for me, Jessalyn. We’re not finished until it’s real. I don’t care how long it takes. Got it?”
I nodded. “Be warned. It might require a toy.”
“Didn’t require a toy last night,” he drawled.
“Yeah, well, you’d kinda built up the experience in my mind. Here, it’s in a bed, the pressure’s on, ya know. Different scenario. Don’t want your ego to deflate if I need a little assistance.”
He got a glint in his eye. “Honey, you know I’m going to want to see how hot you look using a toy, but I’m a competitive man. I’m going to do my best to beat the machine this time. You giveme a challenge, I’m going to do anything I can to beat it.”
