“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come!”
All I hear is Ben’s growl in response before my body detonates in waves of pleasure. My body is shaking from the orgasm, and I have a fleeting thought that I must be suffocating Ben with my weight on his face.
He’s giving me soft licks as he laps up the remnants of my orgasm, making me shudder. I collapse over him, my arms barely keeping my weight up when he picks me up and drags my body down until I’m face to face with him. He rolls us over so I’m laying on my back.
We’re both breathing heavily, and he moves in to kiss me. I can taste myself on him, and I definitely made a mess of his face, judging by the wetness in his beard. The thought of tasting myself on him gets me hot again. I never realized how kinky I was, and I’ve never had an orgasm from oral sex before. It wasn’t Logan’s favorite, so he rarely ever went down on me, but man, can Ben eat a pussy. My pussy flutters in agreement.
His hand glides down to my pussy, still begging for his attention, and he slaps it. Hard.
I gasp in shock and resist the urge to squirm as a flood of heat rushes to my already-drenched center.
“Did I take care of this pussy?”
I nod gently.
“I need you to say it.”
“Umm… you took care of my pussy…?” I squeak.
“This pussy is mine.”
“What? No, it’s not.”
“Say it’s mine, Emily,” he demands, giving me a menacing glare.
I roll my eyes, and he smacks my pussy again.
“Ow! Hey! What was that for?”
“Don’t roll your eyes at me unless you’re ready for the consequences.”
Oh my god, who knew that Ben was such a freak in the sheets? Not me. Nope. I had no clue.
“Now, try again. Tell me this pussy is mine.”
“This pussy is… yours.”
“Damn right, it is.”
Ben pulls the duvet over me and gives me a kiss on the forehead. I’m about to reach for him and ask if he wants me to return the favor before he disappears into the bathroom. The next thing I know, I feel him crawling back into bed and pulling me close to his chest. I’m exhausted from multiple orgasmstoday. The last thing I remember before falling asleep is another soft kiss in my hair and his whispered words.
“Sweet dreams, roomie.”
24
ben
Roommates with benefits. She wants to be roommates with benefits. The idea made me scoff. I’m not against the mutually beneficial arrangement, but I’m mad that she thinks she can just walk away from me if she finds someone else. I’m not so egotistical as to think she couldn’t find someone else, but she became mine the moment she put herself on my radar and asked me to live with her.
Recalling my last encounter with that arrogant prick still makes my blood boil. I wonder if Emily knows what a snake Logan really is. Even though Emily was off-limits to me back then, I saw Logan checking out other women whenever we were at the same parties. His blatant disrespect for Emily had made me irrationally angry. The regret of not fighting him then weighs heavily on my conscience. Now I’m even angrier at myself for not speaking up. Could I have prevented some of Emily’s heartbreak by talking to Jason or Amanda? It’s too late now.
So, I’ll be a good little boy and pretend that I’m cool with her plan. Meanwhile, I’ll show her that the only person she’ll ever need again is me. I won’t let her go like that idiot ex-boyfriend of hers. The biggest mistake of his life is pushing Emily away. His loss is my gain.
I’m lying in Emily’s bed with the taste of her cum still fresh on my tongue. I’m savoring her flavor like a decadent dessert. One taste won’t ever be enough. I can tell by her hesitancy that she had never had her pussy eaten out like that before. I doubt she’s ever come so hard either, judging by the way she tried to escape me when I felt her unraveling. The breathy moans and gasps of pleasure were the sweetest music I had ever heard. It makes me want to hear those sounds from her again. And the little hitch in her breath right before she warned me she was coming almost made me come in my pants. For the second time today.
I was so hard I had to run to the bathroom and fuck my fist. I emptied my balls into the toilet with her taste still fresh on my lips and her sweet sounds still singing in my ears. I washed my hands but don’t bother washing my face. I wanted her taste to linger on my skin for a little while longer.
My libido is at an all-time high around Emily. It’s almost like I’m a goddamned teenager all over again. I should probably question how this will all work out, but the only thing I care about is Emily. She’s become such an integral part of my life in the short time we’ve been together. I can’t help but be thankful for the circumstances that led us both to where we are today.
