Ranger Ben: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  The thought doesn’t scare me like it used to, but everything he’s just told me only makes me want him more.

  Hugging him under our blankets, I let my hand go where it might.

  Where I want him to feel it more than anywhere else.

  I feel him tense up briefly and then relax, my little palm curling as best it can around his manhood, which feels hot against my hand, pulsing to life instantly.

  “I want you, Ben. I don’t want to wait. We could die here and I’d never forgive myself if we didn’t—” I hear myself gasp, purring as I feel him stiffen under my somewhat clumsy attempt at stroking him through the clothes he’s had on all night.

  He moans softly, drawing me closer to him with one arm around my shoulders.

  “Die here?” he says quietly as his body shakes with silent laughter. “That’s a little dramatic don’t you think?” he asks, turning to kiss me again.

  There’s more than just feigned drama in my words, and we’re both aware of a newfound urgency soon enough.

  “I just wanted our first time to be special,” Ben grunts, tugging at his clothes under the covers, stripping in what must be record time.

  “What’s more special than losing my virginity to the man I love during a hurricane?” I ask, my hands hot with the touch of his hard warm body.

  His muscles aren’t just for show, and I had no idea a man could be so ripped and hard but so soft and tender at the same time.

  But there’s one part of his anatomy that’s unyielding. I shiver as both my hands run down his taut abs, wanting to trace the outline of each ridge and ripple of his body, but it’s his manhood I crave.

  That mysterious shape that’s driven me to this moment, and now I finally have it, heavy in both my hands and already twitching with his own anticipation.

  “Ah, Jesus,” Ben grunts, shifting the blanket and then my hair back so he can get a better view of my first proper encounter with him.

  “It’s… it’s so big,” I gasp, not even trying to flatter him, just wondering how something that size could even fit inside me.

  “Everything’s big up close,” he murmurs, groaning a low and satisfied growl when I press his hot organ against my cheek, kissing his shaft all the way down to his balls.

  Ben’s not a hairy guy, with just enough fine hair on his body to snuggle into, I also notice his rugged tan is an all-over thing.

  Where does he find the time to sunbathe naked? I wonder, but his hands running over me bring me back to the moment.

  “I want you so bad, Stacey,” he growls, making me gulp a little as both hands grip his hardness and noticing there’s room for a third or even fourth hand.

  Feeling his body stiffen and jerk again, I realize the effect I’m having on him and he gently takes my hands, pulling me up over him so I’m straddling him on his back.

  My own arousal is pressed into his hard belly and we both moan as those hands of his start to work their magic on my hard nipples. Pinching and rolling them in a way I never knew could feel so good.

  I’m already rocking my hips, sliding on his abs from my own wetness.

  His fat, hot dick prodding me from behind, making his breath shiver as he commands me to tell him again.

  “Tell me you’ll be mine, Stacey. I’m an all-or-nothing kinda guy and a day without you would kill me, more than any hurricane. Just… Tell me you’ll be mine.”

  My head nods in agreement and I try to wet my own mouth with my tongue, but all the moisture in my body feels like it’s traveled down south.

  I lean forward, my hands on either side of him, my heavy breasts resting on his tight chest.

  “I’m all yours, Ranger Ben,” I whisper, suddenly aware that I not only feel like having all of him inside me. I’m craving it. Like I know I’ll want him every day after this.

  Somehow, I knew I was his the moment I felt him watching me in those woods. It’s beyond words and more than a feeling.

  “Destiny,” I murmur, sliding my body back and lifting my tail high enough so he can position himself to enter me.

  “Mine,” he groans, gently holding my hips with both his hands, letting me find my own way which isn’t difficult.

  His thick organ is so hard and smooth, but I take my time enjoying the feeling of the smooth heat against my hole as I twist and turn on it.

  Inching my way down until it feels like I’ll burst.

  His eyes are on mine the whole time, and his touch is so tender, so calm and reassuring that I know he’s not in any hurry.

  Both of us enjoying this insane intense arousal as much as the other.

  “Oh, Ben,” I gasp, gripping him as I lean forward with my hands on his chest.

  I feel an intense pressure and wince a little which sees his eyes filled with concern.

  But then it passes and I moan louder, feeling a rush of warmth and pleasure to a place inside me I’ve never known.

  Shaking as his strong hands grip me, his eye on mine making sure I’m okay, we both feel it.

  The best feeling in the whole world, when you find that missing something you wished was out there all along.

  And now we have it.

  We’ve found each other.

  I know I’m home.

  Chapter Twelve

  Ben

  Fuck she’s tight, tight and warm.

  Once she finally had my dick in her hands, gripping me gently and smoothly working them over me, I wasn’t sure I could take another moment without losing control completely.

  My heart is pounding now, louder than any hurricane and I can feel her own as I grip her body, moving her over me.

  I’d like nothing more than to flip her on her back and give her what I know she needs, but it’s our first time, and the fact it’s her very first time, I want her to go at her own pace.

  I’ve heard all I need when she tells me she’s mine. We’ve got all the time in the world now. Now that I know she’ll be mine and mine alone.

  Stacey’s thick thighs grip my hips, a gristly V-shape meeting its equal counterpart in softness.

  I’m big-boned and lean, dense with muscle.

  Stacey is petite by comparison and her soft, smooth, and youthful flesh is the definite Yin to my Yang, completing us both.

  I tell her how soft she is. How much I love her smooth skin, but her own look is one of determination as well as yearning once I feel her starting to slide herself down the length of my arousal.

  Our mutual sounds can’t be stopped, and I feel myself gripping her gently not too hard as she makes her first solo voyage onto Ben Island.

  She does it though, and I know by sight and feel it’s her own decision to take all of me for her first time.

  It’s slow and sensual. Drawn out. Kissing each deeper and more tender than now.

  I can feel her tightness flex and quiver over me, some of it’s her finding her way in the art of lovemaking and some of it I know neither of us can control as our bodies grapple between the pleasure of the moment and the need for release.

  I’m no Casanova, but for a first timer, Stacey is already teaching me a thing or two as she finds what she likes, and soon enough, both our bodies are working in a rhythm that we both feel.

  She shakes her head in disbelief, her tangle of blond hair spilling onto my chest as she picks up her pace, grinding down and twisting herself with each thrust of her ample hips.

  “Uh, Ben… Fuck me,” she shouts, all shyness gone once she feels her stiff clit grinding on the base of my cock as she works me from the inside out.

  My hands move steadily from her hips to her perfect ass, gripping it tighter and with force, as I reply to her bucking with my own upward thrusts, reaching a place I know she’s never felt before and holding her there for a few moments before we rinse and repeat.

  “I’m gonna make you come on my cock,” I warn her, feeling how close she is already and noting the look in her eye as she whimpers.

  We both want this to last, but I know she wants to come.

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p; “You can come more than once,” I inform her, letting her off the hook in her own mind, as well as reminding myself of the fact.

  “I want you to come inside me, Ben,” she gasps suddenly, gripping her own heels as she leans back, causing a ripple of sheer electricity to move through us both.

  Her bucks and my thrusts slow until we’re as deep into one another as we can be.

  Her pussy quivering on my cock now instead of my mouth like yesterday.

  My own organ flexing and pulsing against her own magic and special place inside her while her stiff little bean is drenching me before we both know it’s pointless to try and stop it.

  I grip those childbearing hips again, feeling us both start to climax and I know in a second that Stacey is the mother of my children.

  Whether it’s right now or in the next few hours, I will be the one to put my babies inside of her.

  I’ve never come so hard or for so long in my whole life, and I know Stacey’s own climax wipes the floor with anything I could give her last night on the kitchen table.

  Her flushed sweating face finally falls into mine as I roll over onto my side, still inside her.

  Our panting groans and little bursts of disbelieving laughter mixed with our profanity is our new soundtrack, I can tell.

  “Holy...fucking...shit,” she gasps, struggling to get a word out with each breath, and I’m not doing any better.

  Only beaming as I lay with her in my arms, longing for her to be ready to do all that over again and again.

  “I’m so glad we just did that,” she adds, gripping me hard with her hands and kissing me harder still until I have to hold her close again, in a state of near shock myself that anything could feel so good.

  So right.

  My low groan in reply is all I can manage, running my hand through her hair and kissing her again and again, I finally have her.

  “I love you, Stacey,” I tell her. Meaning it. Not just something to say after amazing sex.

  Sex I’ve never had in my life so far either, but I figure we can have that conversation another time.

  “I love you too, Ben,” she tells me. Our eyes less than an inch from each other and feeling so free and new, I feel like I could tell her anything.

  But she goes first.

  “I wanted to make love to you before I even knew what it was,” she admits, confessing her earliest high school memory of me.

  I feel my eyes widen. My brow lifts as I joke about maybe needing to have checked her ID.

  She softly punches my chest, pouting and reminding me she’s not a kid anymore.

  Certainly not.

  “But you are still… Half my age?” I challenge her, not wanting an argument but needing to remind her.

  It won’t ever be easy as far as other people are concerned.

  People who starts with the one man I know we both have in our minds, after our happiness.

  “We’ll just have to keep it between us,” she reasons, finally turning onto her back and thrusting her hands down by her sides.

  Making me wish I’d never brought it up.

  We were perfect a second ago, why go ruin it now?

  Because I know her dad is gonna be the first person apart from ourselves to sense what’s happened, that’s why.

  And we both know it.

  “Just hold me,” she says, reading my mind as if it’s her own. “Hold me until I fall asleep and then let’s wake up and start the rest of our lives. Together,” she purrs, mewing a little sound I can’t help but hug and hold until she does just that.

  She falls asleep in my arms and I doze against her, my face nuzzled into her neck with my arms holding her close to my body.

  I can’t say how much time passes, the low monotone from the TV suddenly seems louder though.

  Lifting my dreamy head off the soft couch, I strain to hear the storm.

  I can’t hear anything except the rise and fall of my girl’s sleeping breath.

  The TV and my own mind suddenly snapping into action.

  I groan inwardly, knowing what I’d rather be doing but it is my job after all.

  Ranger Ben.

  It sounds like there’s been a shift in the weather and I need to go check it out, but pulling myself away from Stacey feels so wrong right now.

  Disengaging from her grip while she sleeps, my god, how this girl can sleep I grin to myself.

  “I’d rather stay here with you,” I whisper. She shifts in her sleep, as I kiss her brow.

  “Ranger Ben, I love you,” she murmurs, smiling before she goes back to sleep, knowing I have a bigger responsibility than my wants just now.

  My desires.

  But never as big as my love for the young woman I can now call my own.

  “I do have work, honey,” I remark. “But I’ll be as quick as I can,” I tell her softly, kissing her until I see her smile again, curling up into the blankets like a cat who could sleep for a whole day knowing she’s got what she needed too.

  I make my way upstairs as quiet as I can, totally aware of how quiet everything is.

  Too quiet, and that can only mean one thing.

  I head straight for my desk, and tapping open the constant stream of weather and other national data before I even open a single shutter, I feel mixed emotions.

  The storm has passed, blown back out to sea in a few hours after causing havoc in not just my park, but a huge section of the Eastern seaboard.

  Blown itself away while my love blew me away with her perfect contract to be mine from now on.

  Overlord weather patterns need not apply. My girl is mine, and I’m hers.

  It’s between us, nothing and nobody else.

  It’s still early though, not even seven, and the radio alarm chimes at the same moment my email and satellite phone set off.

  I wonder for a second if it’s a trick of the storm, but no.

  Communications are back online and everybody wants a piece of me, all at once.

  The only one who matters to me though is so far out of reach already in our makeshift bed, I wonder: Is this the life I really want?

  I could quit tomorrow and still have enough to support me, Stacey, and any sized family she wants.

  But there’s still the question of duty.

  I’ve never been a man to abandon his post, even though the answer to every prayer, fantasy, and dream is only a few yards away from me.

  I deal with the radio first.

  It could be anything or it could be nothing, but the timed alarm to log on my signal is motivation enough to have me deal with that first.

  Even before a real cup of coffee.

  Pouch stuff really isn’t just the same, I decide as I press the button, hailing what news comes in.

  Not much of its good either.

  Maybe it’s time for breakfast instead?

  Chapter Thirteen

  Stacey

  Waking to an empty blanket instead of Ben makes me sit up.

  I blink and look around, yawning. Figuring he must be in the bathroom or someplace equally important until I notice it.

  The silence.

  For once, there’s not a terrible sound from somewhere outside, and glancing at the muted TV screen, I can see the news reports Ben still has us tuned to, showing the widespread damage across the whole state, not just where we are.

  From what I can tell it looks like the storm cell has gone, but I remember what Ben said about some hurricanes coming back to life.

  The thought gives me a chill until I hear his heavy step on the stairs, followed by the smell of buttered toast and bacon, which cancels out everything.

  Even the sight and smells of food and hot coffee aren’t a match for the sight of Ben though.

  Freshly showered and shaved in a crisp new uniform, I can’t help but gasp in disbelief at the sight of the man.

  “You alright?” he asks, pressing a hand to my forehead as he puts the breakfast tray on the low table next to me.

  “I kinda have this ache…
” I tell him, looking up with wide eyes, trying hard to sound wounded.

  His brow darkens and he asks me again seriously, “Stacey, what is it?”

  “Here,” I murmur, taking his hands from my head and dragging it under the covers, jolting me when he cups my already wet pussy.

  He growls quietly to himself, keeping his eyes on mine, and makes no attempt to remove his hand.

  “An ache, huh?” he asks. “Could be serious. I could take a closer look at it for you… after breakfast,” he says firmly, making me pout but teasing me a promise with his fingertips, gently stroking me until I feel like food is the last thing I need right now.

  “Eat,” he commands, bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it before he kisses me, letting me taste my own arousal and his cologne in one breath.

  Before I can try and convince him to keep going, he sits on the edge of the couch and watches me eat, telling me all he’s been up to this morning.

  “I could lay back and watch you all day, but with the storm passing us, I do have a ton of things to deal with. First being locating your rental car and getting your clothes back,” he says, looking disappointed.

  “Get it back?” I ask between bites of toast, eggs, and bacon.

  “It’s right by the billboard near the park entrance,” I remind him but he shakes his head in the negative.

  “It was. Now it’s about a half-mile east of there,” he says grimly. “I’ve been in touch with the sheriff, who wants to send his deputy out to make a report. For your insurance on the rental,” he explains.

  I’m sure he has more to deal with than that, and I ask him so. Also wondering why he seems so mad about the car.

  “Because if I hadn’t found you in time…” he says passionately, breaking off with emotion before collecting himself.

  “Because if anything ever happened to you, I’d never forgive myself,” he says, kissing my lips tenderly before urging me to eat some more.

  “I’ll be right outside,” he says as he stands, giving me a perfect view of his perfect butt as he walks to the door.

  “Not too much damage around here, but I’ll need to make a report for the head office and wait for any calls for help that’ll come in. We can head out to your car whenever you’re ready though,” he adds.