After a moment, I pull away, laughing as his mouth attempts to follow me up. I tease him, yanking my top off over my head to reveal the sheer bralette I’m wearing underneath. His hips buck up involuntarily, seeking more friction. I circle my hips, but his strong hands are instantly there to stop me.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum in my pants. Again. I would really,reallylike to be inside of you when that happens.”
Acquiescing, I stop my movements. He inhales deeply, trying to regain composure. I’m mesmerized by the flex of his jaw, the squeeze of his hands, the way his breathing remains labored.
My patience runs out rather quickly so I scoot myself down, maneuvering to where I can unbutton his pants, dragging the zipper down slowly until I can reach my hand into his boxers. When I wrap my hand around his dick, Ben sucks in a ragged breath. “Colette,” he warns.
“Sorry, sorry,” I reply, lifting my hands up in surrender.
“No, you’re not,” he laughs, slipping his legs out of his jeans before kicking them off to the side.
“No,” I agree. “I’m not.”
The boxers are next to go, and I finally get a look at the small tattoo that sits low on his hip. It’s tally marks. Five of them… four in a row and then one slashing across, just like all of the marks filling the page of his journal. The journal I was definitely not supposed to see, I’m sure of that now, but I don’t know why that’s what my gut is telling me.
My finger grazes across the ink, head tilting to the side and mind racing. “Interesting tattoo.”
Ben freezes for the briefest second. I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t sitting right next to him. “Lost a bet in college,” he replies, focused on pulling my leg back over him.
I drop it because honestly, I don’t feel like I have the right to pry. I might be fucking this man on my living room floor, but he doesn’t owe me anything.
“Still okay with not using a condom?” I ask, my mask slipping back into place.
He nods, biting his lip. His gaze is zeroed in on where I have the tip of his dick positioned at my entrance. His hips jump, right as I lower. I’m still so wet, I glide right down to the hilt. Ben’s cock fills me deliciously, and I pause to adjust to the feel of him inside me.
All thoughts of his mysterious tattoo disappear the second he bucks his hips into me. His hands come back to my waist, holding me down as he plants his feet on the floor behind us and thrusts. I waste no time stripping the last bit of clothing that remains between us. My bralette discarded, I cup my breasts in my hands as Ben continues to push into me. “Fuck, Red. You’re perfect. Look at those tits bouncing for me.”
I tweak my nipple in one hand and reach between us with my other. My clit is swollen and ready, quickly sending me over the edge again. Ben is fast to follow, his entire body flexes, face scrunching in an admittedly adorable way as he pumps in and out a few more times.
When he slows to a stop, his hands come up to grasp mine, gently tugging me toward him. “What are you doing?”
“Shh. Just come lay on top of me for a minute.” He pulls down a little more firmly this time, sending me careening toward him. Ben catches me, his arms snaking around my back. My head rests in the crook of his neck, and we stay like that for several minutes, simply existing together.
“Are we… cuddling?” I ask, breaking the silence.
“Depends. Are you enjoying it?” Ben murmurs.
“No.”
“Liar.”
I am a liar. And that’s enough of thisfeelingsshit. Pushing away from Ben, I hear his deep sigh. “I’m going to?—”
“Take a bath, I know,” he interrupts. “I’ll see myself out?”
Seems like our best course of action. “Yeah. Thanks for dinner and, uh, the sex.”
Ben props himself onto his elbows, his full naked body splayed out before me. “One day you’ll let me stay after the sex.”
“Probably not.”
Several minutes later I hear the apartment door shut as Ben lets himself out. I remind myself that it’s easier this way, less of an opportunity to get hurt. With the loss of my scholarship, my life feels out of control. But here, I can control the narrative. A voice in the back of my mind tells me that’s not fair to Ben.
I tell that voice to fuck off.
Two surprising things happen in the next couple of weeks.
Actually, make that three.
