“Of course.” He didn’t even have to think about it. “I’ve wanted to tell everyone that you’re mine for months, but I knew you needed time.”
I pull back from Ben to look at him closely.
“Months?”
He nods slowly. “Yeah. At the risk of sounding cheesy… Do you want to go steady with me? Be my girlfriend?”
I stare at him wide-eyed for a moment before smiling. “Go steady, huh?”
He chuckles and grips the back of my neck with his giant hand. “So, what’s the answer, babe?”
“I think we’ve been going steady for months now.” I bring my arms up and wrap them around his neck. He bends down and picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to my bedroom.
“Let’s seal the deal, shall we?”
Ben tosses me onto the bed, and I bounce a little. He gets to work, getting me out of my clothes while I help unbutton his jeans. He pushes my hands out of the way and yanks his pants down, along with his boxers. His muscled arm sweeps behind his head, pulling his sweater off in one motion.
We both take in the other person. I’m still in my bra and panties, but I know that won’t last much longer. Then, as if the spell is broken, he leaps at me with a soft growl, and I fall back with a laugh. The laugh quickly turns into a moan when he places soft kisses along my neck and collarbone while ridding me of my bra. He pulls my body up higher in the bed so our feet aren’t dangling off the edge, and he works his way down my body, pulling off my panties. I bend my knees to help him, and he tosses the offending material across the room.
“Mine,” he says in a deep, husky voice laced with desire. He kisses me deeply, our tongues dancing and dueling for dominance. He breaks the kiss and flips me over onto my belly, and I yelp. “I love this sweet ass,” he says gruffly as he grabs two handfuls and squeezes my cheeks with rough hands, which sends a shock of arousal to my pussy. He pushes me so my head is down and my ass is up in the air as he trails kisses to my core. I feel the telltale signs of wetness dripping from my cunt.
“Look how wet you are for me.” He flicks a tongue out and groans as he tastes my arousal. “I love the way you taste.”
With his nose nudging my asshole, he burrows his face into my pussy as he licks, kisses, and tortures me until I reach a screaming orgasm with shocking speed.
“Must be a record,” he says smugly as he kneels behind me and lines himself up at my entrance. I feel him notch the head of his cock as he enters me while the aftershocks of my orgasm still pulse through me. I gasp at his intrusion, and we both groan when he’s fully seated inside me. In this position, he feels huge as his cock stretches me. I’m straddling the line of pain and pleasure with his cock buried so deep inside of me. He pulls out slightly, then pulls me up, pressing my back against his chest. He keeps one arm banded around my chest with a hand gripping my throat and the other hand rubbing my clit as he thrusts up into me.
“You’re mine,” he growls into my ear. I can barely move to meet his thrusts, and he has complete control over my body in this position. I reach behind me with one hand and bury it in his hair as I throw my head back on his shoulders and enjoy the sensation of him rubbing against my G-spot. Before Ben, I never knew I even had a G-spot, and now I’m getting familiar with the leg-shaking sensation of him hitting it. It’s almost guaranteed to make me squirt with the intense orgasm that’s sure to come if he keeps up his pace combined with him rubbing my clit and the added stimulation of his hard grip around my neck. It’s tight enough to restrict my breathing but not enough that I can’t breathe.
Ben keeps up the relentless torture until I fall apart again for him. When he’s satisfied that he’s prolonged my orgasm as much as possible, he groans and pushes me down, pounding into me as I brace myself on my forearms. He comes with a loud groan, and I feel his seed pulsing inside of me. We both collapse into boneless, panting heaps on my bed.
“I think we need to invest in new bed sheets,” I finally say, and we both laugh.
After cleaning up and changing the sheets, we finally snuggle up in bed.
My head rests on his hard chest, and I can hear the steady thump-thump of his heart against my ear. His steady heartbeat is a calming rhythm. I wrestle with my thoughts, a knot of anxiety tightening in my chest before blurting out, “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Hmm?” Though his voice was heavy with sleep, I felt his hand gently push my hair from my face.
“I’ve had a crush on you for a while. Like years,” I hastily confess before I lose my nerve. “Ever since we met on Memorial Day five years ago at Jason’s pool party.”
Ben remained silent, and when I looked up, I saw him staring at me thoughtfully.
“I remember the party.” Ben’s words hit me like a ton of bricks, each syllable sharp and cutting. “I was with Melissa… We had just started dating.”
I’m questioning again if there’s a reason behind everything. What if he wasn’t in a relationship then? Would we be together? I underestimated the chemistry between us at our first meeting; however, his relationship with another woman made me keep my distance. Then, several years later, I met Logan. And the rest was history.
I shift in bed, and Ben snuggles close behind. His warm chest against my back gave me a feeling of safety and comfort.
When I hear Ben’s soft snores, I turn around to look at his sleeping face. He looks so relaxed in his sleep. The dim lighting casts his face in shadows, and I softly trace my hands along his jawline.
“I think you’ve been mine for a while,” I say to his sleeping form and plant a whisper of a kiss against his soft, plump lips. He pulls me close as I burrow into his arms.
“Mmmhmm. Love you,” he mumbles sleepily, and my eyes widen in shock.
There’s no way he loves me, right? He’s probably dreaming about his ex-fiancée. Did my confession stir up memories of her? The thought sours my mood, and my heart sinks. I know it’s too soon to be professing love for one another. It hasn’t even been six months since their engagement ended, yet the thought of him still in love with his ex makes me want to scratch her eyes out. It makes me want to curl up and lick my own wounds. I want to rage and break things and yell at him. He can’t love her because he loves me… Does he love me?
I wiggle out of his arms and turn my back to him. I know nothing good can come of this downward spiral I’m in. Knowing I have an early morning, I take some deep breaths and try to sleep. Eventually, I fall asleep to thoughts of what our future might look like.
