She bit her bottom lip and made me want to suck it better. “How about with benefits? Shit, this isn’t going like I thought it would.”
My cock begged to differ. He thought it was going exactly like it should. “Payts, I’m a guy, you might be noticing that right now and I’m really, really good with the idea of being friends with benefits but what’s led to this suggestion?”
Her eyes dropped to my crotch and she smiled, grinning wider as she caught my eyes. “Definitely male. Sorry. Filters aren’t at their best.”
“Payton. Tell me why?” I pressed. I was more than happy to spend the night in her bed, in her as well, but I needed to have an idea of how to handle the aftermath, which meant knowing what had brought her here.”
“Because I need to not think about today. I need to feel grounded again and you do that just by touching me. Because I want to know what’s it’s like to have you inside me and on top of me. I want to know what it’s like to let someone else take care of me,” she said, her hand tracing under my T-shirt. “But I need us to be friends again in the morning.”
My hands were on her hips, holding tightly because I didn’t want them to wander elsewhere. “Okay. But I sleep in your bed and we remain friends with benefits in the morning too. I won’t let things be awkward so if you think you’re going to regret this, I’ll go home now.”
“Am I using you?” she said, worry ripping through her. “I don’t want you to think I’m using you.”
“No. Let’s watch another episode.” I guided her back around, but this time didn’t try to keep my hands in friend prison. One rested on her thigh, stroking the skin, slowing creeping higher up her leg. The other I kept at her waist, pulling her close so she could feel my hard cock.
She rested her head on my chest, her hands touching, slowly exploring. Neither of us were taking in any of the episode but I didn’t care. Going straight to her room after her request would’ve made things false and awkward; this way gave us time. I kissed the smooth skin of her shoulder where her dressing gown had fallen away and felt her shudder. Her head turned and she found my lips with hers and this time the kiss lacked the barriers, there was nothing kept reserved.
Her lips parted for me and I tasted her mouth, my hands moving upward, over her tits, realising she was probably naked underneath. Her fingers ran through my hair pulling me closer and I untied her robe.
“You sure?” I said, freeing her mouth.
“Yes. Definitely.” She slipped off the dressing gown, leaving her naked in my lap. Pretty tits with hard erect pink nipples, a soft stomach that was toned enough and a bare pussy.
And my self-control, my good friend resolve, snapped like a stretched spring. I possessed her mouth, my hands cupping her tits and roughly pinching her nipples, eliciting a moan. She pushed her hands up my T-shirt and left them there, responding to my touches, my mouth, as I licked and bit her neck, down to her breasts, sucking on one nipple and then the other. She lay on her back, her legs spreading to give me space. I wanted in her, wanted my cock in that wet pussy, making her come on me, making her scream my name.
“Tell me what you want, Payton,” I demanded, needing her words. I could see her arousal; her hardened nipples, the wetness between her legs, on her pussy lips and thighs. “What do you want me to do to you?”
“Fuck me,” she said. “I want you to fuck me and make me come. And I want you naked. Preferably two minutes ago.”
I grinned and lost my T-shirt, liking the way her eyes ate me up and her hands went to touch. For a minute I let her have free range, fingertips running over my abs, palms over my pecs and then back down to my cock where it pressed against my jeans, itching to get inside her. She bucked as I ran two fingers down the centre of her body, over her stomach and then lifting before I could touch her where she really wanted my fingers.
Leaning over her, I kissed her deeply, feeling her respond, touching softly. She was giving me control and I had to reign in my urgency, knowing that she needed me to be controlled, to forget today and what tomorrow would bring and just be here now.
I pulled her into me and stood with her in my arms. “First time will be in your bed. Then maybe your bed again because you’ll be too fucked to move.”
“Is that a promise?” She wrapped her legs around my hips and one hand went to her ass, my fingers grazing over her soaking pussy.
“More than a promise,” I said. “You’re so fucking wet. Is that all for me?”
“All of it. I need you to make me come, Owen,” she said and I nearly ploughed right into her then.
I placed her on the bed and undid my belt, trying to take off my jeans without looking desperate. There was a sharp intake of air as I pushed my underwear off with my jeans and I tried not to look cocky.
“Shit,” she said, using her arms to push her up to see me. It also pushed her tits forward and I needed to spend more time with them, getting to know them better.
“Come here,” I told her. She moved to her knees and towards me. I used one hand to cup her breast, teasing the nipple. With the other I began to finger her, moving along her slit, slightly dipping into her wetness and gently over her clit. “I need you wet enough to take me but I’ll make you wet enough. Trust me?”
She nodded. I pinched her clit.
“Good girl. Condoms? Where are they?”
She shook her head. “I’m on the pill. I’m clean. I don’t want you to use anything.”
My cock hardened so it was comparable with diamonds. “I’m clean. Squeaky. Why don’t you want me to use a condom?”
“I want your come in me.”
I flicked her clit again and heard her whimper. Her reward was a finger in her pussy, deep and slow and I felt her start to contract, but I didn’t want her to come with any part of me in her yet. “Lie back, Payts. Spread your legs for me.”
