“I told her no.”
“You told her no?” I question.
He nods in response.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want her.” He says nothing else as we make our way into our apartment. He follows me up the stairs and helps me get my coat off once we’re inside.
I turn to thank him, but the words get stuck in my throat. I see his hand reach up to curl a strand of my hair around his finger before tucking it gently behind my ear. I look up at him, and we stand there together. Taking each other in and breathing the same air. It always feels like the world stops turning when we’re together like this.
We’re interrupted by the angry yowling of two hungry cats. We break apart, and I hurry to get the cats their wet food. They have a constant stream of dry food available all day and night, but I like to give them wet food at least twice a day. They hate it when I’m late and are being very vocal about their displeasure. I can’t help but smile at their antics, even if they broke up an intense moment with Ben.
Ben heads into his bedroom, and I sneak into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When I come out, I’m stopped short again by Ben standing just outside the door.
“Jesus!” I exclaim, placing a hand on my heart. “Why do you keep doing that?”
He says nothing but smiles down at me.
“Good night, roomie,” he finally says. It sounds like a rumble when he talks this low. It does crazy things to those damn butterflies in my tummy. I try not to clench my thighs at the sudden ache in my core. Seriously? A simple goodnight turns me on? I need to get laid or find a new vibrator.
“Um, goodnight!” I say in an all too high-pitched voice. Since he won’t give me any space, I dodge him and rush into the safety of my room. I swear I hear him chuckle as I slam the door shut and lean against it.
I change into an oversized sweater and sleep shorts and climb into my bed. For a minute, I lay there feeling restless and needy. I slip my hands down my body and into the waistband of my underwear. Knowing he’s just outside the door, I am too paranoid to find my vibrator in case he can hear through the thin walls, so my fingers will just have to do for now.
To be honest, I’ve been on edge all evening, and I’m already wet. Feeling a jolt of pleasure travel up to my core, I stifle a moan while rubbing my clit, making me even wetter. I glide my other hand down and insert it slowly into my core. I let out a gasp at the intrusion and thrust my finger while still keeping a steady pace, rubbing my clit. Needing more friction, I add a second finger.
Thoughts of Ben fill my mind as I pleasure myself, and I imagine things ending a little differently tonight. I remember the feeling of him pushing me up against the building earlier tonight, his arms on either side of my head, keeping me trapped, but this time, he grabs me by the throat and slams his mouth down into mine with a harsh and possessive kiss.
I pretend that he’s so desperate to have me as he unbuttons my jeans, not caring that people could walk by at any moment, and fingers me against the building. I picture the way I grip his biceps, not in protest but in pleasure, as he plays with my clitwith his thumb. And then, when he breaks the kiss, he looks at me with a devilish glint in his eyes and says one word.
“Come.”
And I fall apart at his command.
I’m breathless and panting when I finally come down from my orgasm. That was probably the most intense orgasm I’ve had in a while, and my body feels relaxed as I drift off to sleep.
20
ben
This is such a cluster fuck.
I watched Emily scurry into her room like a scared little mouse, and fuck if that didn’t make me want to chase after her, pin her down, and have my way with her. She makes me feel like a caged lion just waiting to be let out so I can pounce on her and make a delicious meal out of her. I bet she’d love every second, too.
I don’t know what she was thinking, running out of the bar like that earlier. Even if she thought I was going to be taking another woman back to the apartment, I never would have wanted her to walk back alone. The thought of anything happening to her makes my stomach curdle. As soon as I saw her leave the bar, I shoved Shannon out of my way to catch up to her, barely remembering to grab her coat as I was leaving. I hardly registered Shannon’s shocked yelp as I rushed past her out the door.
Shannon did proposition me to bring her back to the apartment. While I’d always been cordial with Shannon, I never let her think I was ever interested in her while I was with Melissa.
Unfortunately, we both work for the same company, and the company sometimes assigns her to the same projects as me, so I’ve tried to maintain a professional distance from her. She had come over when Emily had gone to the ladies’ room and started yapping about work and her latest project. She told me that Melissa had told her we had broken up, but she acted like she didn’t know what happened. Then she told me how she thought I was too good for Melissa and leaned in to ask me if I could take her back to my apartment and show her around. I knew what she was hoping for by her request.
I know women find me attractive, but I’ve always been a one-woman kind of guy. I was about to turn her down when I saw Emily, who grimaced at me and gave me a thumbs-up. She didn’t even wait for me as she took off.
I was livid by the time I finally caught up to Emily. I wanted to do so much more to her than hold her against the building. The urge to bend her over and punish her for daring to leave without me was so strong. I felt like a live wire ready to explode at the smallest provocation. I didn’t want to scare her, and I knew I was acting like a possessive ass, but damn, she drives me crazy.
I know what Emily thought was happening, and she wasn’t wrong. But she didn’t even give me a chance to explain before jumping to the wrong fucking conclusions. When Emily proposed that we be each other’s wingman, I thought it was a brilliant plan. I wasn’t looking for another serious relationship so soon after things with Melissa basically blew up in my face. If I were honest with myself, it was a bigger hit to my ego and pride that I couldn’t seem to make her happy. It wasn’t like I was still head over heels in love with Melissa anymore. We both mistakenly thought that getting married would somehow fix all our issues. That was one of the most expensive mistakes I’ve made to date.
I know little about what happened between Emily and her dumbass ex-boyfriend, but I knew she needed to let loose, too. So, yeah, hooking up with random women sounded like a great plan.
