“That’s it, baby,” I coo, pulling on his damp hair. “You are my cute little cock slut. Take from me what you want. Milk me like you did last time.”
“Fuuuck,” he roars, his small hand wrapping around mine that’s still stroking his dick. His pace stutters a bit, turning chaotic.
“You like that? Being my little whore?” I tease, changing to slower but deeper thrusts as more cum spills out of me.
“Yes, fuck. I’ll be your whore, Ben. Just, please… I need to come.”
God, I’m so turned on. He’s a devil. “Use me, babe, however you like. Make yourself come like a good slut. I wanna see it.”
Leaving his hard nipples and dick alone, I push him back down on the table and let him fuck himself on my spent cock with abandon. He is jacking himself off, his voice hoarse and used.
It doesn’t take him long before he reaches the edge, his heat tensing around me and making me wince. He spills over the table, screaming my name. I pick him up and sink to the couch, nestling him in my lap as I pump him through the remainder of his release. He goes boneless and pliant in my arms when he stops shaking, sighing with contentment that I feel in my chest.
“I need a few moments,” he says, snuggling comfortably and throwing his arms around my neck. I shift so I can slip out, but he halts me with a shy and delirious smile. “Keep it in.”
Warmth buzzes inside me, my stomach filling with butterflies. He’s so fucking adorable. Kissing his head, I lean back into the couch and get comfortable. I wait for him to drift off, the exertion clearly taking its toll, and then I slip out and clean us before I move us to his bed.
Chapter 9
Charlie
I wake up witha jolt, finding myself in Ben’s unbelievably comfortable embrace. We are in my bed, the covers half-assedly thrown over us. He’s softly snoring. His face is peacefully beautiful, and I can’t help but press my lips to his nose for a quick peck.
I can’t believe I passed out. He fucked me so thoroughly I couldn’t think or do anything but let him have his way with me like I’d wanted to. It’s like he can just read my body, doing everything in such a way that maximizes my pleasure.
I stifle down a groan, my body singing. And the way he was so excited watching me play before we even got to the sex?Fuck, why is he so perfect?
“Why are you frowning, Charlie?” he says suddenly, cracking one green eye open. It shimmers with amusement. “You channeling your inner troll?”
I snort, swatting his hand away when he pinches my cheek. “You’re the troll. I’m an elf, if anything.”
He hums, flexing his triceps. “Ok, agreed. Though I think I’m more of an orc than a troll. So, what’s with the scowl?”
Why, nothing, Ben. I’m just having a hard time remembering I don’t believe in dating and love and that this is just sex.
As if I can say that.
“I’m hungry,” I tell him instead, sitting up and realizing he’s cleaned me up and put a pair of comfy boxers on me.
Fuck. Him. Grr.
Hopping up, he stretches. My eyes track the flex of his muscles, my fingers itching to touch them. “Me, too. You got any stuff in the fridge? I can whip up something. Unless you prefer takeout?”
I stare at him. I haven’t had homemade food in ages. I can make basic stuff, but I’m too lazy, plus shit tastes better when I order it. “There should be some meat in the freezer. And veggies in the fridge.”
He walks over to me, kissing my forehead. “I’ll make something. Go have a shower.”
Blinking, I watch him leave the room. My heart races fast and I fist the bedsheets to keep myself grounded.Don’t get carried away, Charlie. Remember, this is just sex. Besides, he’s probably a terrible cook.
Update: Ben is definitely not a bad cook. He’s made chicken and potato bake with white sauce. It tastes divine.
“Why can youactuallycook?” I ask, moaning around a forkful of flavorful meat. “God, this is so fucking good.”
He shrugs. “I used to mostly eat out. But I got bored of how greasy and heavy everything was, so I started cooking my own food. Plus, it’s kind of fun experimenting.” He grins, swiping a bit of sauce off the corner of my lip. “Or having someone enjoy my meal so openly.”
I guess that makes sense. Trish and Greg stop by with homemade stuff once in a while, so I do get a break fromtakeouts. But I can see how you could get fed up with only restaurant food.
“You want to go catch a movie?” Ben asks after we eat in silence for a few minutes. He picks up his empty plate and eyes mine. “Are you done, or do you want seconds? I made enough so you have leftovers for tomorrow.”
