“Oh my God,” I panted, unable to think of anything intelligent to say after I collapsed in a heap on top of him.
“I know. I think I blacked out for a second.”
I could hear the smile in his voice, but didn’t think I could bring myself to open my eyes yet.
“I don’t think I can move.”
“Don’t,” he said, hugging me close. “Just lay with me.”
So, I did.
Later, when we’d both cleaned up, I laid down in my bed, moving as far from Ben as I could. I felt minutely better after taking back control, making him plead for my pussy the way I’d begged him to fuck me earlier. But I was still flooded with a sense of unease. At some point over the past week or two, this had become more than sating our physical desires.
Ben had a way of cutting through all my bullshit and seeing me for who I was. It made me feel raw. Bare in a way that seemed too intimate for our“friends just having fun”situation.
My feelings were spilling out of the neat little box I’d stored them in when I’d brought him to my hotel room after the wedding. We’d crossed a line somewhere. A line that made this feel more intimate and committed than it should. And I wasn’t sure how to cross back over to the other side.
I fought to put the mess of my emotions back into some semblance of order, putting the lid back on that box, locking it back up, and hiding the damn key.
Ben gripped my hip, dragging me back towards him on the bed. “Get your perfect ass over here, princess. I need some aftercare after what you put me through tonight.”
I stiffened. “Was it too much?”
I’d never gone that far with anyone when it came to controlling things. Ben made me feel safe and confident enough to ask for exactly what I wanted.
Had he hated it?I’d thought he was enjoying it, but maybe I’d read him wrong.
He tugged me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me tightly, chuckling.
“No. Your specific brand of torture wasn’t too much. I love watching you take control like that. I just need to hold you for a little while without you demanding anything of me. Okay?”
I relaxed into his arms. “Okay.”
He was making this harder. The lines between us were blurring and I couldn’t risk the fallout if things continued the way they were. Maybe he wasn’t the heartless player I thought he was before we’d started having sex, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to be in a relationship. It didn’t mean he would be happy with only one person for any extended length of time.
I snuggled into my pillow, wrapped in Ben’s arms, knowing this wouldn’t last and understanding that somehow, I needed to put things back to how they used to be before he broke me. We needed to talk, but I wasn’t ready to leave the warmth of his embrace, so I let my eyelids flutter closed and drifted off to the sound of Ben’s contented breathing.
I Draw The Line At Pegging
Ben
Thechimeofmyalarm woke me the next morning. I groaned, not wanting to move. Eve and I had kept things going until late last night and morning had come too early. I opened an eye and peered at Eve. Her mouth hung open as she slept, oblivious to my scrutiny.
I took her in from head to toe. Her lashes swept across her cheek, darker shadows bruising the skin under her eyes. Her tits spilled out of her little top. I noted the tiny sliver of nipple that peeked out and the dark purple marks I’d left when she’d told me to suck on her harder. I don’t think I’d left a hickey on a girl since college. At least these were easily covered with clothes.
She rolled over, pushing her round ass towards me. It was just asking to be squeezed. I reached out, pausing when she mumbled quietly in her sleep and her breaths evened out again.
Six A.M. was too early for anything other than a quick shower and coffee. Especially after a full night spent pleasing Eve. That woman was insatiable. It didn’t bother me one bit, but after last night, I figured I’d be spent.
I looked down at my hard-on. Evidently, he disagreed.
To wake her or not to wake her. That was the question.
I debated for a moment, before resolving to let Eve get some much-needed rest after her day yesterday. I could deal with the inconvenience myself in the shower. Although, how my dick had the energy to be up and at ‘em so early this morning was beyond me.
I rolled out of bed, stretching my arms out above my head before I headed for the bathroom. It didn’t look like Brian was home yet, so I helped myself to a towel I found stacked in the bathroom cupboard before starting up the shower.
I climbed in and sighed as the warm water poured over me, wrapping my hand around my hardened length. I gripped myself, fucking my fist while I replayed last night in my mind. Eve in nothing but those sexy heels, buried deep in her pussy, her taste on my tongue, her fingers tangled in my hair, my name whispered from her lips.I want to hear you beg for it.I want you, Ben.
