by Kristen Echo
His hand snaked between her legs and under her skirt. He rubbed along her slit. “There’s more to our relationship than great sex. I love your mind as much as your body.” He pushed the satin aside, caressing her skin and wetting the edge of his finger.
Her body responded, thrusting against his hand. “This doesn’t prove your point.” She stammered as he tickled her clit.
“Tell me about the paper you turned in. It was for English Lit, right?” His voice was smooth and even, as he pressed harder against her nub.
“It will bore you. It was all about narra… Oh… fuck don’t stop… narrative.” Her head slammed back against the headrest as he circled faster, using her moisture to glide over her.
He chuckled. “The don’t stop narrative. I’m not familiar with that.” He kept his face forward as he drove.
She couldn’t focus on the road or what she’d written in her paper. He worked her over as they drove out of the city. Her fist slammed against the roof of the car as she came. Her legs closed around his hand, capturing him. Ripples of bliss danced their way over her body as he continued to caress her pleasure button.
“Pull over,” she demanded when it became evident he had no plans of stopping. She would not come again without him. “Right this second!”
“We’re on the highway,” he said.
“I don’t care. You started this.” She reached over and put her hand on the wheel.
He eyed her briefly before pulling over to the side and putting the hazard lights on. “Don’t get mad. Elizabeth, it’s not—”
Her mouth crashed into his as she climbed over the console and tore open his jeans. Benny never wore underwear, which allowed for direct access to his cock. He moved his seat back to give her more room. She straddled his legs and lowered herself over his manhood. The bulbous head slipped in easily and she took him to the root.
“That’s better.” She kissed him again, riding his cock like a stallion. The steering wheel jammed against her back, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was making him come. She moved faster, squeezing him with her inner walls. Her butt caused the horn to sound more than once.
It didn’t take long before his breathing matched hers. Red and blue lights flashed. “I’m about to come. Ohhh.” He went still and held her hips with his hands, halting her mid bounce.
The second his heat released, it pushed her over. “Benny!” She yelled as the orgasm of the century tore through her. Her entire body quaked over him. They didn’t have time to sit back and enjoy their climax as the flashing lights pulled up behind them. They had company.
“Holy mother… The cops are here,” she whispered jumping back into the passenger seat.
Benny had just enough time to zip up his pants when the officer knocked on the foggy window. He pressed a button, and it lowered. “Hello Officer.”
“Is there a reason you’re pulled over?” The male officer asked as he bent and looked into the car.
Beth’s cheeks were as bright as the lights. “I asked him to pull over because I… um, spilled my bag and figured it was safer to pull over to clean my mess.” She smoothed her skirt with her hands.
“Looked like the car was shaking. Were you two having a fight?”
“No, sir. We were definitely not fighting,” Benny responded.
Another officer joined the first. They stood next to the car. “The vehicle is registered to Benjamin Wilder.”
“You the Benjamin Wilder that plays in the NHL?” The first cop put his hands on the window’s edge and leaned in for a closer inspection.
“That would be me,” Benny answered with a smile.
“Step out of the vehicle, please. Not you Miss.”
Benny opened the door, and Beth was mortified. “Have we done something wrong?” He held up his hands as he stepped out.
“Nah, we just want to shake your hand. We’re both big fans,” the officer she couldn’t see added.
Both officers shook Benny’s hand. The same hand covered with her juices. He’d wiped his hands on his jeans before, but it still made her shudder. Beth covered her face with her hands and stayed that way until the police drove away.
“I thought for sure we were getting a ticket for sex in public or something,” Benny said, pulling her hands from her face.
“I want to crawl in a cave and hibernate for the rest of this winter. We are never doing that again.”
Benny laughed. “Never is a long time. I plan on doing that again sooner than you think.” He pulled off the gravel shoulder and merged into the traffic.
Beth kept her hands to herself for the rest of the drive and swatted Benny’s away each time he tried to get close. When they finally arrived at their destination Beth had calmed down.
“Where are we? And what are we doing here?”
Trees lined both sides of the gravel pad they were parked on. There weren’t any houses or businesses in sight. They were in the middle of nowhere.
“Ice fishing. See the shacks and tents down there? We’re going to huddle in and catch dinner.” He winked and took her hand. “I wasn’t planning on making love to you until we caught our meal. But I’m not sure I’ll be able to wait.” Benny grabbed a cooler and a blanket from the backseat.
They hurried down the embankment towards the frozen river. “Thank you for planning this day. I… it means a lot to me.” She’d been seconds from telling him how she felt but didn’t.
“We might not have any luck with the fish, but we’ll have each other. That will keep us warm.” He opened the door to one shack, and she followed him inside.
It wasn’t huge, but there was an auger, a bench, a tiny heater and two folding chairs. The tackle box in the corner had everything they needed to prep and drop two lines into the frozen water.
“Now what?” she asked, putting the fishing rod in its holder.
He put his rod next to the first and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her temple. “Now we talk. You want to build the trust between us, right?
“Yes. But how do we do that here?” She was confused at what fishing and trust had in common.
“We’re in a secluded area, alone. Nobody knows where we are… I could throw you in that hole and no one would know.”
Her heart rate spiked. “Benny, you’d never do that.”
“You’re absolutely right. I’d never hurt you. You trust me enough to come out here with me. You never even asked where I was taking you.” He tugged her arm as he sat down on the blanket. “Sit with me.”
She lowered onto her knees, sitting back on her heels. “You’re not an evil serial killer. I’m not afraid of you.”
He removed his jacket and sat back. “You’re not giving yourself enough credit; or me, for that matter. I get you need time. We’ve been together for a month. That’s not a long time compared to the lifetime we have ahead, but I’m not sure why you’re still hesitant. Tell me what scares you and I’ll tell you my biggest fear.”
The tiny heater provided a decent amount of heat. She took off her jacket and placed it under her. “I’m falling in love with you all over again and I’m… it’s this feeling in my gut.” She pressed her hands against her stomach. “There’s this rock that sits here and won’t go away. It’s like I’m waiting for life to test us and prove we don’t belong together.”
“But we do belong together.” He pulled her closer.
“What if something scares you again and you leave? You’re the kind of person who runs when life gets tough.”
Benny eyed her suspiciously. “Lie down.” He held her head as she lowered her body onto their jackets. “I’ve fought for everything I have in my life. My dad taught me how to follow my dreams and make them come true.” His fingers caressed the side of her face as he spoke.
“I didn’t win two Stanley Cups by running from things. Yeah, when my dad died, I checked out. I did the same thing when your dad passed. I don’t handle death very well. But that doesn’t make me a runner. It doesn’t make me less perfect for you.”
What he said made sense. Maybe they were both fighters. “You think we’re perfect together?” She ran her hand over his thick bicep and swallowed hard. A flurry of desire came over her.
“Elizabeth, no two people could be more made for one another than us. We fit together seamlessly.” He moved his hand along her leg, lifting her skirt. “Let me remind you how great we fit.”
He pulled her panties off and undid his pants. He took them off and settled between her open legs. Their eyes stayed glued together as he entered in one fluid motion. He filled her so completely there was no room for air. He worked his hips, grinding her sex against him.
“Feel this connection and tell me we’re not made for each other?” He pulled out and pushed in deeper. Lifting her hips off the ground, he slammed into her repeatedly. “Say it. Tell me you believe.”
“I believe you.” She felt close to the edge. On the brink of ecstasy and of tears. The faster he plowed into her the more she moaned. She closed her eyes to stop from crying.
He didn’t stop pushing deeper, driving home his point. She knew he wouldn’t slow his pace until she shattered. Until all the walls came crumbling down. It was too much to take, but she didn’t want him to stop. His thrusts reached a feverish pitch, and he pressed his fingers against her clit. She couldn’t hold back. The tears spilled as she climaxed.
Benny roared as she pulsed around him. He chased her orgasm with one of his own, spilling his seed inside her. Reminding her there was nothing between them. Only love.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
N ap time had become her favorite time of day. They’d synced their schedules to spend a few hours together in the afternoon. She still called it nap time even though they did very little sleeping.
She tried to close her legs, but the spreader bar prevented her movements. “Benny, don’t you dare.” Beth tossed her head back against the pillow as he pressed a vibrator against her clit. The after effects of her first orgasm lingered in the area. Her legs still quivered.
“It’s a vibrating cock ring. I’ll put it on and make us both come so hard.” He moved the device around her swollen lips, soaking it.
Not being able to close her legs was driving her insane. Giving his mouth and fingers full access had been one thing. But she’d never consented to toys. She clawed at his shoulders. “It’s too much. Oh Fuck!”
Just like that, she split apart again. This time her body arched off the bed, and she kept screaming. She screamed until the last wave subsided. He removed the bar and her legs relaxed.
For a moment she was able to adjust her hips, but then he was between them and inside her. She wailed with pleasure. The fullness of his cock and the added vibration was a lot to handle. He didn’t relent until she came for a third time. Only once he was satisfied that she’d never be able to walk again did he finally come. He pulled out and spurted his cream all over her stomach and breasts. A small amount landed by her lip. She licked it away.
Several minutes later, she caught her breath. She rested her head over his heart, content listening to the sound of his rhythmic beat. Her fingers traced the contours of his tattoos. She would’ve loved to hug him and cuddle like that forever, but she had another class and he had a meeting.
“Why did you pull out? I’m on the pill.” Her body was sticky.
He chuckled. “I wanted to see my cum all over your perfect body.”
“Caveman-style. I never figured you for the marking your territory guy,” she teased.
“I’ll play caveman with you anytime.” He rolled off the bed and stretched. The muscles in his back flexed as she admired him.
The first time they met up in the afternoon she’d expected to spend time spooning, talking and maybe catching a few minutes of sleep. Benny had other ideas in mind. He’d suggested another exercise to work on their communication. It involved sharing their secret fantasies and acting them out. It took their trust exercises to entirely new heights.
This was the first time they’d ever used battery operated props. She doubted it would be the last.
“Count me in.” She stretched on the bed and looked down at the mess he’d left. “I’m going to hop in the shower.”
Beth raced into the bathroom. She liked Benny’s steam shower and all the jets, but she didn’t have time to enjoy them. When she emerged from the bathroom, Benny was already dressed and ready to leave.
The exercise in the ice shack had opened her eyes. Every exercise had brought them closer together, and the fear diminished with each passing day. Unfortunately, it hadn’t disappeared altogether. Which made sense since it was her heart on the line. As happy as Benny made her, the nagging feeling it could all fall apart again never fully went away. She chewed her lip as she watched him get ready to meet with one of his trainers.
As he laced his shoes, she stared at his perfectly round ass. He was the sexiest man on the planet, and he was hers. Why couldn’t she accept that? She wanted to punch herself for not enjoying the moment.
Benny turned and caught her staring. He smiled and came towards her. “I’ve been thinking, you shouldn’t have to rush out the door because of my commitments. Your class doesn’t start for another hour. You are welcome to stay here and study. You’d have the place to yourself.”
She stood and kissed him. “That’s sweet of you to offer again. But I wouldn’t feel right waiting around here without you. I don’t mind the library.”
He rocked on his heels and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I’m not trying to be sweet. It’s selfish really. I want you here. I like the thought of coming home to you. So, will you take this?” Benny pulled a small brass object from his pocket and held it out to her.
A key.
Her heart jack hammered in her ears. “You’re giving me a key to your place?” Her eyes widened, and she stepped back. It was too soon. She wished there was some sort of rule book to follow. But there wasn’t. She could tell her reaction wasn’t what he wanted.
“It’s not a big deal.” He shuffled his feet and put his hands back in his pockets. “This way when we meet up you don’t have to wait around for me to finish with practice. You can come and go as you please.”
“Benny, this… it’s a big deal.” She closed the distance between them and rubbed his arms. “We need not rush anything. I like how things are. We’re doing good.”
“We’ve been back together for over a month. I don’t feel like we’re rushing into this.” He pulled the key from his pocket again and placed it in her hand. “This key is yours. Take it with you or leave it here. It will always be yours.”
She had a feeling he was talking about more than the key. She broke out into a sweat. “Can we talk about this later? I should get to my last class.” Beth put the key on the coffee table.
He watched her set it down and didn’t say a word. His lips formed a thin line. Her rejection had wounded him. She hugged him tight, trying to remove the sting from her refusal.
“We can talk about it tonight at our therapy session. Don’t forget we have our first meeting with the counselor,” he said.
It was impossible to forget. She’d rescheduled their appointment seven times. For some reason, the idea of telling a stranger about their issues would somehow give them more weight. It would bring problems she hadn’t noticed to light and make the ones she already knew about become insurmountable
“Yup. I’m looking forward to it.” For a woman who wanted to someday be a psychiatrist, she was having a major aversion to the profession.
He laughed. “No, you’re not. But I think it will help us. I’d prefer it if we traveled there together, but I’ll leave that up to you.” Benny kissed the top of her head before stepping towards the door.
“Let’s meet there.” This way she could use the time to get her head on straight.
“If that makes you happy, consider it done. Try to enjoy the rest of your afternoon.” He opened the door for her and she stepped into the hall.
The rest of her day was spent half
listening to her professor and one hundred percent dreading their therapy session. Her anxiety grew with each passing hour. By the time she got to the building she thought she might throw up. She was torn between canceling the session all together or re-scheduling. But then she saw Benny waiting for her outside and couldn’t do either.
“Are you ready for this?” He seemed cool as a cucumber.
She took his hand for support. “Aren’t you nervous at all? I’m a wreck,” she said.
“It’s kind of like sex. It’s gets a lot easier after your first time.”
She laughed at his analogy. “Only you would say something like that.”
“Made you smile though. Right?” He waggled his eyebrows, and it worked to calm her a little.
They entered the building and were greeted by an empty reception area.
“Hello. You must be Benjamin and Elizabeth. Please go in and sit. Brenda will be with you shortly.” The receptionist looked to be in her mid-fifties. Streaks of salt and pepper mingled with her shoulder-length black hair. Her smile put Beth at ease.
There was no reason to be nervous, yet her stomach was in knots. Things between her and Benny were going great. Better than awesome and she was in love. Though she hadn’t been able to say the words out loud yet.
Beth nodded at the woman and Benny gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Thank you,” she said.
Benny opened the door, and she stepped into the office first, expecting to see beige walls, a desk, a couch or chairs and little else by way of decorations. Instead, the walls were painted a bright buttercup yellow, and they were covered with framed art. There was a round table with chairs, two love-seats and a giant beanbag chair in the corner.
“Not what I expected,” she whispered. They sat down on the love-seat and she pulled his hand onto her lap. “It reminds me of a child’s play area.”
“More like an adult play area. Is that one of those sex-chairs in the corner? I like this place more already.” He let go of her hand and placed it possessively on her knee, causing her to jump an inch from the cushion. “Do you think you’ll be less nervous if we roll around on that thing for a while? Cause I’m willing if you are?”
