I snicker to myself, and Spike gives me a questioning meow.
“I know, buddy. I am just hilarious, aren’t I?” I swear Spike is judging me by his lack of response.
“Whatever. You love me anyway.” He comes up and rubs his soft body against my legs.
“I take that as a resounding yes!” I reach down to pet his head, and his sister ambles over and demands affection. Lately, they have divided their attention between Ben and me. I swear I swoon every time I see him cradle Buffy in his arms or make room for Spike in our bed. I mean, my bed.
I shut the closet door and walk out into the kitchen to see Ben putting some beers in the fridge. His head peeks up when he hears me coming in, giving me a wide panty-melting grin with dimples and everything. My heart races as I stand there awkwardly.
“When is everyone coming over?” I finally break our stare off.
“I told everyone they could start dropping by around 5. You need help with anything else?” He gestures to the kitchen, which I have set up with snacks, plates, napkins, and plastic ware.
“Nope.” I drag out the word, making the word pop. I put my hands in the back pockets of my jeans and rock back on my heels. “So… about tonight…”
He finishes putting the beers away and shuts the fridge door.
“What about tonight?”
“Do… Do your friends know? You know, about us?” I stammer unintelligently.
“No, I haven’t told anyone yet.”
“Oh.” I deflate a little. I’m disappointed even though it’s all very new for both of us. I can’t help but think that maybe he’s embarrassed about our situation.
“Do you want me to tell them?” he asks gently.
“What? Oh. No. No! That’s not what I meant…” I rush to say, “I mean, I think we should just keep it between us for now. You know?”
“Like our dirty little secret?” He smirks at me now, and I can’t help but blush.
“Yeah, it’ll be our little secret.” I smile at him and try to ignore the brief pang of disappointment that shoots through my heart.
People trickle in and bring in their contagious cheerful mood. I’m greeting old friends and being introduced to a few of Ben’s friends. The mood is uplifting, and I can’t help but feel happy. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this at peace, and I know part of it is because of my handsome roommate.
Ben is standing across the room with his back against the wall, one hand grasping a cold IPA and the other tucked into thefront of his jeans pocket. He looks so at ease, but I know he keeps stealing glances at me when he thinks I’m not looking. I can feel the heat of his stare against the side of my face, but every time I look over at him, his gaze is never on me.
It feels like torture being in a crowd of people, and all I want to do is get him alone. Maybe tonight he’ll let me take his pants off. I’d love to get a glimpse, and maybe a taste, of that impressive cock I know he’s hiding from me.
“Emily, did you hear what I said?”
I’m shaken out of my reverie and realize that I must have zoned off with my dirty fantasies. I’m on the couch with Amanda, who is about ready to pop. She is expecting her first child any day now, and I couldn’t be more excited for her.
“I’m sorry. What did you say? It’s loud in here,” I finally answer her, clearing my throat and taking a small sip of my glass of pinot noir.
“I was just saying that I like the name Alexander or Joseph for baby names. What do you think?”
“I love both names, or you could call him Alexander Joseph and AJ for short?”
“Hmm… I actually kind of like that. Where’s Jason?” Amanda looks around before screaming for her husband. “Jason! Come here!”
Jason comes over when he hears his wife beckoning him. He’s not alone, though. I look up to see that Ben also sauntered over. Jason moves to sit next to his wife, which leaves the only open seat next to me. Ben comes over, and I try to make room for him on the small loveseat. It’s a two-seater, and when he sits down, his thigh brushes against mine. I subtly try to move my leg, but he man-spreads, pressing his thigh against mine. The contact makes me feel hot and jittery. I feel my core ache, and I’m already getting wet. It’s like he has my body trained torespond to his every touch, even if it’s innocent. Except I know he’s doing it deliberately.
I try to sneak a glance at his crotch, and I think I make out the subtle shape of his cock in his jeans. It makes me bite my lip as I imagine him being hard while sitting in front of our friends, who are now arguing about baby names. I feel a hand brush mine, and he slowly moves to wrap his pinky finger around mine in a sly handhold, and I feel my heart melting at the gesture.
I suddenly can’t wait for everyone to leave so we can be alone again. The longer I sit next to Ben, the more turned on I get until I’m clenching my thighs to relieve some of the pressure. When I squirm a little, Ben looks over at me and smirks knowingly. I flush and curse him silently.
The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing. Well, two can play that game. I move to reach across his body for my drink at the end of the table in front of him. In doing so, I place my hands on his thigh, my fingertips brushing the tip of his cock as I lean over to grab my drink. I hear him take in a sharp breath. When I move to sit back down, my finger strokes his tip for a couple of seconds before withdrawing. I swear I feel him vibrating with tension.
