by Ally Sky
What’s going on? He’s starting to sound weird. Is he upset?
Talia Blum: It’s not?
Ben Storm: No, you’re mad at me because of stuff I was very fair and clear about.
Talia Blum: Like throwing me out of your bed?
Ben Storm: I never threw you out of my bed. Stop being a victim.
Talia Blum: I’m not a victim and I’m not mad at you. I just understand things better now.
Ben Storm: Like what?
Talia Blum: Things. About you. You’re playing a game with me, and now I’ve changed the rules and you’re not having fun anymore.
Ben Storm: Don’t act innocent. We’re both playing a game and I thought we were both having fun. You looked like you were having a lot of fun last night
Last night… fun isn’t the word I’d choose. Maybe amazing and powerful.
Talia Blum: Yes, I did have fun. Now I’m having fun with Tom.
Ben Storm: I don’t know whether to believe you.
Talia Blum: Believe whatever you want.
Ben Storm: So this thing with Tom, is it serious? I shouldn’t expect you to show up at my door again?
What? How am I supposed to answer that? Fuck!
Talia Blum: I reserve the right to remain silent.
Ben Storm: Damn it, Talia, would you stop playing your games for one fucking minute?
Talia Blum: What do you want?
Ben Storm: I want you to knock on my door wearing that baggy shirt and tracksuit pants, get into my bed, and moan all night.
I log out.
I can’t think clearly, not with that sentence stuck in front of my face.
He can’t be serious…What the hell’s going on? Is he jealous? What does he want from me?
To be fair, I do have to admit that he isn’t leading me on. He’s very clear, when he’s not confusing me or aggravating me. He doesn’t want anyone to find out about us and he doesn’t want me to sleep over. Beyond that, I don’t know what he wants, apart from taking me to bed. Do I really care why he wants me? The rules are very clear—no telling and no sleeping over. How much sacrifice does he demand of me? I’m not sure if it’s too high a price to pay to be in his bed again.
And that’s all I want—to be in his bed. The price be damned. I stand in front of the white, wooden door at half past midnight and I don’t care about anything. I don’t care if my heart gets broken, shattering into a million-and-one pieces. I just want to be with him again. I knock loudly, twice. I have no idea what he thought after I logged out, after shying away from his revealing declaration that he just wants me in his bed, moaning all night. And I want him in the exact same way—on top of me, inside of me, as much as he wants it.
I hear the lock turn, a sweet déjà vu from last night. The door opens halfway, yet the face that appears isn’t surprised. Who else could be knocking at his door at this hour?
Green eyes look at me seriously and intensely, checking me out in my large shirt and grey sweatpants.
“Are you done playing games?” he asks in a cold tone that paralyzes me.
“For tonight…” I whisper chastised.
“It’s about time. Come to bed already.” He opens the door all the way, I walk in, and he closes it behind me. I’m in his house again.
Ben locks the door. He’s shirtless, wearing a pair of jeans, and I want to caress his smooth golden chest, scratch it with my nails.
He doesn’t linger in the living room, but leads me straight to his bedroom. I follow him through the dark house and go into his room with his big, soft bed, where I want to lose myself so badly.
A soft light illuminates the room. Ben sits down on the bed and looks at me. He isn’t smiling. I stand there, frozen, unable to move. We’re silent.
I don’t know what to say. Yesterday he dragged me inside, kissing me the moment he opened the door. Tonight we’re just staring at each other, not saying a word.
“This doesn’t change a thing,” he breaks the silence first, his voice clear and emotionless.
“I know,” I whisper. I know it won’t change a thing, but a girl can always hope.
“And now that we’ve cleared that up, are you going to stand there for much longer?” he asks, with a naughty smile on his face.
“Aren’t you going to put on some music?” I ask.
I want to listen to something he likes.
He nods and pulls out a remote from the dresser next to the bed. He aims it at his desk.
Soft music starts to play and I recognize the song I love by The Police, “Every Little Thing She Does is Magic.” He puts the remote back and turns to look at me. I grab my shirt and pull it off.
I stand in front of him, braless. Ben lies down on the bed and puts both his hands behind his head, waiting to see what I’m going to do next.
I take off my flats, slowly saunter toward him, and stand between his legs. He smirks. My heart is beating like crazy.
He likes me like this, standing in front of him, yearning for his touch.
I climb on the bed and straddle him until my breasts are in his face. He buries his face between them and inhales deeply and I pull my head back so my curls fall down over my back.
“You smell amazing,” he murmurs into my chest, sending seductive chills up my thighs.
He takes my right nipple in his mouth and sucks on it.
God… it feels so good…
He continues to suck while his other hand finds my left breast, which he squeezes gently. I look down at him with wonder.
When he bites on my right breast I moan, my body taking control, and doing what it wants, leading me forward. He looks up at me and smiles slowly, my groan exciting him as I begin to lose control…
As I lean forward, his green eyes stare into mine and I smile coyly—a smile of pleasure. I put my hands by his head and he grabs me with both hands and pulls us up to the middle of the bed. My nails over his chest, exploring the surface of his skin it’s warm and firm beneath my fingers. Each touch is intense, and seductive currents travel through my entire body.
Before I understand what’s happening, he flips us over. I’m beneath him. Pinned under his weight. His erection is pushing against my pelvis. He leans in toward my neck and starts kissing it. His tongue is exploring the hollow between my neck and shoulder. I close my eyes as his kisses go down toward my chest and, finding my right nipple, he wraps his lips around it and sucks on it gently.
I moan again, my back arching as his mouth clings to my breast. He moves to my left nipple, not neglecting it. He bites down on it gently and pulls it slightly with his teeth. It feels so good…
He continues scattering tiny kisses all the way down to my stomach. He reaches my navel with his mouth and kisses it, sending lightning through me. My body is totally reacting to him. I can feel how wet I am, my clitoris coming to life. I try to press my pelvis against him, to feel him.
He doesn’t stop, his tongue sliding down to my panty line.
Where does he think he’s going? I thought I was very clear about that yesterday.
His hand pulls my pants and panties down. I raise my buttocks, helping him undress me. I lie naked in his bed as his mouth travels up my thighs.
He has no intention of stopping.
His mouth is warm and his tongue seductive, looking for the sweet place between my legs.
“Please, don’t…” I whisper, my voice quivering.
I told him I didn’t want that.
“Why?” He raises his head.
I don’t answer him. He climbs up my body, leaning on his hands by the side of my head. His face is so close, his eyes stare into my frightened gaze.
Fuck! Can’t we just do it once without discovering something shocking about me?
“I don’t like it,” I whisper in embarrassment and my heart clenches.
“You don’t like it or you’ve never tried it?” His smile is small and seductive as he tries to understand this hesitant creature lying beneath him, squirming uncomfortably.
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nbsp; “It’s just not to my taste.”
He laughs and looks at me softly. “But that’s exactly the point, your taste…”
I gulp, speechless.
“Why don’t you want me to go there?” he whispers, his hand playing with my curls.
“Why does it matter to you so much?” I ask. And why are we having this conversation now?
“Because I want to give you pleasure.” His eyes are shining.
“You do give me pleasure,” I whisper into his eyes.
“I want to give you pleasure like this…” he whispers again, as his tongue finds my earlobe and he sucks on it. Crazy feelings are building up between my legs. How can this even be happening?
“Have you ever been kissed down there?” he murmurs and the intensity of his words makes my stomach clench tightly.
“No, it wasn’t important.” I moan as his tongue continues to explore my ear. He lifts himself up and looks at me astonished.
“What do you mean it wasn’t important?” He looks puzzled.
“You know…” I blush.
“No, I don’t know, explain it to me.”
“You know, it wasn’t important that I…” I want to die of embarrassment.
“Enjoy yourself?” He grimaces. He doesn’t look happy.
“I enjoy myself anyway,” I whisper and kiss his exposed shoulder.
“So it wasn’t important for you to come?” He stares at me seriously.
His directness is mortifying.
“I guess not,” I mumble.
“You really surprise me.” He sighs and shakes his head, his eyes staring at me in frustration. Even now I frustrate him?
“I surprise you?” I ask mystified.
“Yes. You put on such a show of the sexy femme fatale. But when it comes to the bedroom, you deny yourself. Why do you do that?”
“I never realized I did that,” I stammer beneath him, embarrassed by the unsettling discovery that this bothers him.
“That’s exactly what you’re doing. And it doesn’t work that way here.” He looks at me penetratingly.
“Why does it matter to you so much?” I squirm, desperate for him to stop this torture, this prying into my messed-up soul.
“Why does it matter to me if you enjoy yourself in my bed?” he asks.
“I do enjoy myself in your bed,” I say softly. So much that I don’t want to leave.
“It’s not enough. I want more.” He smiles at me playfully. What’s he planning now? He kisses my neck, my protruding collarbone. “Now lie down like a good girl and let me kiss you. I’m going to make you come…”
My heart skips a beat. My chest rises and falls rapidly as his mouth finds my breast, sucking on it, and biting it lightly. He’s not going to let me stop him again. He won’t take no for an answer. He wants me squirming and panting beneath him. He wants to kiss and taste me.
His mouth kisses my navel again, his tongue swirling around it in slow circles. I close my eyes and surrender to my feelings, to his breath on my skin. His hands slide down to my thighs and spread my legs open. I can feel his breath on my pubic hair…and then he inhales me. Oh God…I can’t believe he’s really going to do this.
“You smell amazing,” he whispers, settling on his knees between my legs. Then, slowly, he pushes his finger inside me and I moan loudly.
“I can listen to you moaning like that all night long,” he whispers, as his finger continues to explore me. The feeling is hypnotizing. I arch my back and his hand presses my thighs to the bed.
Then he removes his finger. I lift my hips, chasing it. He smiles wickedly, bends down again, puts his hot and wet mouth on my clit, and starts sucking.
Fuck! I moan loudly and grab his head with my hands, finding purchase in his short, wonderful hair. My voice arouses him and he starts working his tongue in earnest, circling my clit, sucking and stroking. I close my eyes and arch my back, a feeling of amazing pleasure rushing through me.
I never knew it could be like this.
His mouth is doing to me as it pleases. I’m floating. And then, with no further warning, he thrusts a finger into me and works it in a circular motion, rolling it deep within me, and within seconds I’m ready for him, my legs tensing until they no longer can.
I groan and he picks up the rhythm, faster and faster…I’m so close... his lips and fingers don’t cease their assault on my senses. My body is liberated and my head isn’t stopping him. I come loudly riding my orgasm out into his mouth. Jesus! Waves of unfamiliar pleasure engulf me. I’m panting as he quickly gets up, yanks off his jeans and underwear, his erection ready for me. He settles on his knees between my legs while I try to contain the feelings that overwhelm me after his fancy tongue-work. He puts his hands on my hips and pulls me toward him.
And then, with perfect control, he slams into me then stops. He likes what he’s doing to me. He likes thinking he’s conquering unfamiliar territory. A virgin land that no one ever bothered to explore. He pulls out with agonizing slowness and then plunges into me again, this time faster.
He closes his eyes and picks up the pace. I respond to him, unable to stifle the moans leaving my mouth as that strange feeling starts building up inside me. This can’t be happening…
But the feeling of him inside of me—a moment after his tongue has kissed me, wet and deep—is so amazing. He fills me up, his hips working steadily, his breathing loud and rhythmic, and I groan with each of his movements. I want to shout every time he thrusts in me. I feel how everything is focused on one place, and I’m so close again. He dictates a perfect rhythm, and I can’t stop myself anymore. I don’t want to stop. My back arches and I come with a loud cry. Wild tremors wash over me. He slams into me again and comes loudly. “Talia!”
He collapses next to me. We lie in silence. God, this isn’t what I imagined…not at all.
I turn on my side, looking at this beautiful man, who is lying on his back panting, his eyes closed. My hands caress his chest.
He turns to me, opens his eyes, and smiles.
“Someone is pleased…” I smile shyly.
“Very,” he answers.
“I’m glad to hear that,” I giggle.
“I’m glad to hear you coming, no holding back.” He looks at me approvingly and I swallow hard. How embarrassing! “Don’t overthink it.” He immediately gets me and stops my thoughts from going to awkward places.
“Well, keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll be hearing a lot more than that…”
“I very much hope so…” His hand reaches for my curls and I close my eyes. A tiny, hurtful thought creeps in and I wonder when he’s going to tell me to leave. I open my eyes and see him still watching me softly while stroking my hair.
“So what happens now?” I whisper anxiously. I don’t want to go. I want to stay here and I want him to hold me all night. I don’t want to find myself in my bed alone again.
“What happens now?” His smile is unfathomable.
“Is this where you tell me to leave?” I ask him almost inaudibly.
“Talia…” He continues stroking my hair, unhappy with the direction the conversation is taking.
“Is it because of Danny or do you just want me to leave?” I whisper.
“What difference does it make, beautiful? You just can’t stay.”
He’s confusing me. He can’t tell me I’m beautiful and then send me on my way.
“You don’t want me to stay,” I mumble, and my heart splinters. It has nothing to do with Danny. I can invent a thousand excuses to tell Danny where I’ve been. It’s him who wants me to leave. Now that he got what he wanted—again. What I wanted to give him. It’s not such a big surprise. It was clear to both of us that this was going to happen. Yet, I’m the only one whose heart breaks each time.
“Oh, Talia, how you insist on complicating things.” He turns to his back and puts his hand on his forehead.
“What do you mean?” I feign innocence. As though I don’t know. As though it isn’t obvious what h
e means.
“Talia, I don’t know what to say to you.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking. I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”
“I don’t want you to leave every night. That’s not the issue.” He sighs and closes his eyes.
So what is the issue?
“If your brother won’t find out where you’re spending your nights, I have no problem with you staying the night. It’s you I’m worried about, if you stay here. I don’t want to lead you on, it is what it is, no more and no less.”
Now I’m confused and frustrated. He doesn’t mind my staying but he’s telling me to go for my sake?
“Why are you worried about me?” I ask, pulling up the blanket to cover myself. I don’t want to be naked next to him right now. It only makes me feel more vulnerable. This way, covered, I feel more protected.
He opens his eyes and looks at me, concerned.
“I know you want more. And if you don’t want more now, you will once we’ve spent the night together. That’s just how these things work. Eventually you’ll get hurt, and I don’t want that to happen because of me.”
I look at him miserably. I do want more. And the fact that we’ll spend the night together won’t change a thing, because even if he tells me to go, I’ll still want him all the time. At least this way I’ll have him for a few more hours to myself. My sweet and terrible secret.
“I want to stay,” I plead. He looks at me, unsure. Wondering whether he should let me sleep over.
“And Danny?” he asks.
“He saw me at the pub. He probably thinks I’m with Tom.”
“So Danny thinks you’ve met someone new.” He grins and seems pleased with this new development.
“Yes, and if that’s not what he thinks now, I’ll tell him some story tomorrow.”
