I can’t hearwhat’s being said on the other side of the phone, but when he mentions another girl’s name as I’m naked before him, I see red for a moment.
I have no right to be jealous. I know he has gotten around. Read the proof and can’t blame any girl for wanting a piece of him, but it still sucks to have another girl’s name leave his mouth when I’m touching myself for his eyes only.
Of course, I’m doing it to be mean. Trying to get him to break. I’m not really sure why. I know he is right, being at Cameron’s dangerous, but being with him is starting to take its toll too.
Not in a bad way, but in a very good way that makes me want to flee. I do not deserve the kind of attention he gives me. The power he lets me have is almost overwhelming, but extremely erotic.
I may be addicted to it even. I crave the thrill of watching Ben submit to me. The fact he is willing to suffer for me is not something I’m used to. It makes no sense, but I enjoy it.
My body rocks into my fingers, as I stroke my clit. It’s only when he says that he thinks he is in love with me that I refocus on him.
Before I can even process what he just said, he tosses his phone to the ground and slides on his knees in front of me, for the third time today.
“Jesus, baby, keep going.”
“Make me,” I whisper, trying to keep control of the situation before either of us has a chance to soak in the words he said moments ago.
“Make you?” His eyes look up from my pussy. “How?”
“Use your hand to move mine.”
“Fuck,” he says, reaching for my hand. Gripping it, he places his fingers over mine as he guides them over my clit. He applies more pressure than I’m used to, and I suck in a breath. “You go too soft.”
My toes curl as he moves my hand. Small circles, at a slow pace, with just enough pressure to hurt in the best way possible.
“Should I put a finger inside?” I ask, my voice shakes by how turned on I am right now.
“Yes,” he says, prying one of my fingers from my palm and lowering it to my pussy. He keeps my other finger moving against my clit as he pushes both our fingers inside of me. “Oh baby, you’re so tight.”
“Fuck,” I groan as he works both our fingers in and out of me. “Ben. Please don’t stop.”
“We’re just getting started, baby.”
“I want to cum. Make me cum.”
“You want me to do it?” he asks softly.
“Yes,” I yell out as he hooks our combined fingers up, stroking the best part of me. My head rolls back. “God. Fuck. I’m so close.”
“I know, baby. I can feel it. Your pussy is squeezing our fingers.” He goes faster, grinding my fingertips into my clit as he does. “If I can’t cum, I need you to cum for me.”
“Yes.” I nod. “I will. Fuck. God. I will. Just like that.”
I’m cumming before I finish my sentence. My eyes shut. Sparks dance behind them as my hand abandons my pussy. His stays, however.
He adds another finger of his, making me stretch to accept them, as his lips wrap around my clit. I yelp, still sensitive from the orgasm he just gave me, but not willing to move from him.
“Your lips feel so fucking good.”
He groans into my pussy, sucking even harder at my clit.
“Are you hard?”
He nods, refusing to release my clit.
“I bet it’s throbbing. I bet you cum without even touching it and I get to spend the night in my own bed after all.”
He pulls his body from mine, and I feel the loss in my toes. Sliding back onto the couch, he rests his head against the back of it. His cock is nearly bursting through his jeans, but he doesn’t touch it or free it.
