My door is secured. I need my key card to enter and although I’m pretty sure Ben has one made up, he waits for me to do it.
We enter the rooms in silence, the blinds open to expose a view of the city at night. There are no stars. The planets don’t shine through the neon shimmers the city provides, but it’s equally beautiful.
I head to the window and look out, seeing the life carrying on around us, because it will always be this way. No matter what decisions are made in parliament or court, life will carry on. Whatever happens tonight won’t stop the world from turning.
Arms hold me round my waist; a chin rests in the recess between my shoulder and neck. I smell man; Ben.
There are no words.
I can hold my breath and wish for another day, but we’re here and now and I don’t know when I’ll get another chance to enjoy what little we have.
I push back, feel his hands, need to feel. We’ve made it to the safety of a place away from prying ears and eyes, but the devil’s still here, promising things that cannot be but we’ll still take them anyway.
There’s a gentleness I’ve not felt from him. Ben’s touch is smooth, soft, as it glides across my body. It’s nothing like we had before. The rush and pace isn’t there, the force of everything and the pressure non-existent.
We have all the time.
All what is given.
His hands caress skin that was undiscovered, his lips sucking on my neck as I watch the neon lights glimmer and shine like false diamonds. But they give hope.
“You need to forget.”
Ben’s words are manna to my ears and I turn away from the window towards him.
“I know. But I can’t carry on escaping. You’ll tell me tomorrow that this can’t be anything more than us in a room.”
“Does that matter now?”
“It’ll make tomorrow harder but I don’t want you to stop.”
So he doesn’t. He kisses from my mouth to my neck, his big hands stripping me of my dress, leaving me bare for him. Nothing is rushed; Ben takes his time covering every centimetre of my skin with his mouth, guiding me to the bed and laying me on my back.
He straddles me, still clothed, and continues his exploration of my body. Every time before desire has rushed us, taken away the time as we sought to devour each other and then again.
This time it’s different. His tongue teases my nipples, his hands caressing my breasts. I thread my fingers through his hair and guide the pressure, watching him look up at me. He leaves a trail of kisses across my stomach to between my legs and starts to lick, tiny flickers of his tongue making me moan and spread my legs wider for him.
I pull at his shirt, his jacket already discarded, urge him to strip. I want faster, harder, because I’m not sure I can cope with the tenderness he’s showing, but he ignores me.
“Isaac wants to watch.” He looks up at me, his eyes showing me more than desire. “He asked. The final answer isn’t mine to give. Is it?”
I sit up, take back some control and start to undo the buttons of his shirt. He helps, working around my fingers that are trembling with more than lust. “Yes. It hurts you can share me.”
“It shouldn’t. I wouldn’t with anyone else. I trust him, Blair.” Ben sends a message on his phone.
His chest is hard and firm, his skin scarred in places. War wounds. I trace the laddered rivers of skin, touching them gently until he catches my hand and places it over his cock which is hard and erect.
“The first time you touched me here I thought I’d gone to heaven. I didn’t understand why a girl as beautiful as you wanted to do anything with me. The first time I made you come I knew that if I never touched anyone else it wouldn’t matter.” He pinches my nipples, lingering with his fingers. “Every first you give me takes more of me away.”
I undo his trousers, freeing his cock, feeling the silken skin of it in my hand. Pre-cum glistens at the tip and I want to put him in my mouth. I bend down but he stops me.
“After. There’s only one place I want to be.” He tips up my chin and kisses me, his hand cupping my sex, thumb brushing my clit.
I lie back, spread my legs, opening myself up to him, using my hips to urge him on. I’m needy and wanting, desperate for a release and to feel him inside.
He lines himself up, then pushes into me, stilling once he’s fully sheathed inside. I hear myself whimper and clutch at his arms, wrapping my legs over his.
There’s a click and footsteps, but Ben doesn’t pause. Maybe he doesn’t hear. I turn my head to the open bedroom door as I whisper Ben’s name, feeling myself tighten around his cock. Isaac stands in the doorway, his collar button undone, his tie in one hand. He looks at me, my eyes and then down my body, over my breasts and at Ben watching him fuck me.
