“Just this,” I reply, because it’s easier than saying those three little words I’ve never said to a person that want to come flying out of my mouth. “And maybe you fucking my brains out,” I say, trying to cut the tension and Kate belts out a laugh, throwing her head back.
“Hmm, can you picture me with a strap-on?” she says with a big smile and my cock is already rock hard.
“I picture it often.”
She shifts so that she’s on top of me, stroking my face, her pupils are huge as she leans down and presses a soft kiss against my lips.
“I’d do just about anything for you, Ben,” she whispers against my lips, making me shudder.
Her hips shift to where she’s grinding on me and she closes her eyes hefting out a soft breath. “Fuck, I think I could come like this,” she says, moving back and forth on my cock, even with our clothes on.
I hold her tight against my body, thrusting my own body against hers. She stares down at me, and as she does I feel lost in my body but completely sure that I’m falling for her.
The pressure builds higher and higher as we rub against each other, our fingers tangled in each other's hair as we share our breaths and kisses.
Her grip in my hair tightens, her hips grinding against my length faster as a moan rips out of her. She looks so beautiful and it has me going over the edge with her, as I come in my pants like a teenager.
She moves her hips twice more, her body shuttering, as she blinks at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Yeah, I think I could get used to just this,” she says.
I’m a fucking goner and I don’t think I ever want to come back to reality.
29
BACK TO REALITY
I sleep for so long,I’m not even sure the last time I got that much uninterrupted sleep. I wake up feeling refreshed, and it isn’t even strange that I’m not in my own home.
Don’t get me wrong, I prefer my space with my books, furniture, and cats. But their place feels effortlessly comfortable in a way I didn’t expect.
There’s a note on the pillow next to mine and I grab it.
Had to go to work early. Make yourself at home, see you later tonight.
-B
We didn’t even have sex last night, we just cuddled, ate, watched TV, and shared each other’s company. It felt so nice, better than nice, actually.
My feelings for Ben are slowly uncomplicating themselves, while also making the situation ten times more complicated in itself.
I like him. No, I really like him. I want more cuddles, movie nights, and tender moments. I think he wants the same too, but there’s another factor. Gavin.
I have no idea how he feels, and that makes everything so complicated. There’s no way I’m willing to let this arrangement go, but I’m also not sure how much longer I can keep holding back.
After I wash my face and brush my teeth, I’m wearing nothing but Gavin’s shirt as I head into the kitchen.
An embarrassing yelp squeaks out of me as I clutch my chest and stare at a disheveled Gavin, sitting at their small dining room table, drinking a cup of coffee. He’s only wearing his underwear and Jesus Christ. These men have turned me into a horny nutcase and I do my best not to ogle him for too long.
“Didn’t mean to scare you.” He smirks, taking a sip. “Want a cup?”
“Please,” I say, taking the seat next to him.
He makes me a cup of coffee and places it in front of me before sitting back down in his seat.
“The security guys will be done this afternoon,” he says, and he doesn’t sound pleased.
Does Gavin Carlson want me to stay here? I mean, sure, he’s the one who extended the offer in the first place. But he’s been absent this whole time.
