“Ben,” I panted. “Ben, I’m going to —”
“Do it,” he ordered, voice rough. “Let me feel you shake on my cock.”
He thrust in one final time and that was it for me, and I think I was loud but I wasn’t sure, all I could focus on was a wave of impossible warm flooding over me as my legs shook, my pussy twitching and spasming around Ben’s length. He grunted and I felt him still on top of me as he came, emptying his balls into the condom.
Afterwards, I slumped onto the mattress, feeling like all my limbs had turned into jelly. I’d never came like that before in my life. Fucking hell.
After a moment, Ben carefully lifted himself off me. I kept my face buried in the pillow as he moved around, probably getting rid of the condom and cleaning up. He undid the restraints, took them off my wrists and ankles, and slowly turned me around, taking the blindfold off.
I blinked up at him, my eyes needing a few seconds to adjust to the light.
Ben looked…well, he looked like a mess. His hair was disheveled, his cheeks still pink, and his chest glistened with sweat. He’d pulled his briefs back on, but other than that, he was naked, and I let my gaze travel over his lean body. This was the first time I’d seen his muscles. He was gorgeous, with long, toned limbs, a hint of abs, and broad shoulders.
I probably looked like a debauched mess. I adjusted myself, wincing as my sore ass rubbed against the mattress.
Ben noticed. “Sorry. I lost control.” He looked genuinely guilty. “I should have been gentler.” He reached over and unlatched the collar around my neck and placed it on the nightstand.
“No,” I said. “Don’t be sorry. That was the best sex of my life.”
He gazed at me. “Really?”
So he was back to being shy Ben. “How are you surprised? I wish I knew you were like this earlier. We could’ve been fucking for the past month.”
He gave me a small, shy smile, and it was the most adorable thing ever. The next second, he was lying in bed next to me, pulling me close to his chest. I buried my face into his skin and inhaled. Even a sweaty mess, he still smelled so good.
“You were perfect, Juliet,” he said, gently stroking my hair.
I looked up at him. “You can call me Jules.”
“I want to call you Juliet, if that’s okay.”
I smiled and nodded. Alright. Ben was the only one who ever called me my real name, but it felt special. Something just for him.
He kept touching my hair. It felt so nice, so relaxing. I could fall asleep like this, with his big, warm body protecting me.
“I messed everything up,” he murmured.
I stiffened. Was he having regrets? “What do you mean?” I asked carefully.
“I wanted to do things properly,” he said. “I wanted to ask you out. Take you to dinner, or a movie. But I stopped myself. I thought you would say no, and then it would be awkward, since we live together.”
I paused. “You…you didn’t just want to hook up?”
“I mean I wanted that too. But I like you, Juliet.” He gave me a gentle smile. “I like cooking dinner with you, and going to the supermarket together, and watching movies on the couch. I thought that was obvious.” His expression changed. “But I messed up the order, and now you know I’m a pervert.”
“You’re not a pervert,” I said. “Or maybe you are, but…but I am too.” I sucked in a shaky breath, suddenly feeling nervous. “Do you know how I knew you stole my panties?”
I explained the story of how I was snooping around in his bedroom, then hid in his closet when he returned. Cheeks going hot, I explained how I watched him jerk off.
It would have been understandable if Ben was angry at my voyeurism, but instead, he got embarrassed, covering his face with his hand. “Oh my god,” he murmured. “I don’t know why you didn’t immediately run out screaming.”
“Actually, it really turned me on,” I admitted. “When I saw your cock…I had no idea you were packing such a monster.”
Ben blushed, but it was the happy sort of blush.
“I like hanging out with you too,” I continued. “I’d love to have dinner some day.”
Ben blinked at me, a slow smiling spreading across his face. “Yeah?”
