* * *
Your playing hard to get makes me want you even more. He sent the text with no feelings of shame. He didn’t care that he’d sent her witty texts for the last three days and she didn’t answer. If his father taught him anything, it was to never give up. He’d already decided that if she didn’t answer by lunch, he was going to her Italian restaurant. Now it was eleven forty-five, and she hadn’t answered. He wasn’t a stalker, he rationalized with himself. He knew she wanted him.
At noon he walked into the restaurant. When the hostess asked if he’d like a booth or a table, he said, “I’d like to sit in Lyn’s section.” He gave her a winning smile.
“Lyn?” The girl gave him a blank stare.
“Lyn’s off today.” Mandy arrived, and answered his question. “You look different.”
He’d hoped that seeing him in his work clothes would make her more attracted. Or at the very least make her wonder what he did for a living. “Thanks.” He was obviously disappointed. “Will she be here tomorrow?”
“Nope,” Mandy said, shaking her head.
“This is where the band is playing on Friday. Can you give it to her and ask her to come?” He handed her a piece of paper with the name of the club and directions, and his phone number.
“Sure, I’ll let her know you were here,” Mandy stated.
He left feeling like he’d just been lied to. Was Lyn really there, and she sent Mandy out to get him to leave? Why didn’t he go back in and eat anyway? Perhaps he’d see her, and she’d see him. But no, he was already at his car and that would be awkward. He drove to a deli where he could get a salad on the go, and ate in his office.
* * *
WHY DID YOU TELL HIM YOU WORKED HERE? Mandy asked in a text will all caps. She took that to mean it was important.
Who? She replied.
DON’T FUCKING ASK WHO. YOU KNOW WHO! Mandy answered, again all in caps.
I had to lie and say something. I didn’t want him to know I’m a lawyer. You know how guys get. She’d learned her lesson the hard way. If she told guys she was in law school, they got freaked out. Either they thought she was too smart, too goal oriented, or just too good for them. They usually ran as fast as they could the other way. Perhaps she should just tell Ben the truth, and he’d give up.
He looked fucking amazing, in a suit and everything. Mandy said, and included the message he gave her, including his number. She already had his number; he’d texted her twice a day for three days, and called her once a day. It was cute that he tried to impress her though. He probably borrowed the suit just for that occasion.
I’m free if you want to go out Friday night, Kaitlyn replied. She didn’t say she wanted to see Ben.
* * *
She gazed around the bar, and realized they wouldn’t be making out in the bathroom this time. She’d looked up the name on the internet, and thank God she did. It was a martini bar, and all the women were dressed up, and all the men wore suits.
She helped Mandy pick out a modest outfit, which consisted of black slacks that she wore for work, and a black and white print shirt. Kaitlyn thought she looked great.
And then she saw Ben sitting on the stage with an acoustic guitar, wearing black slacks and a black oxford unbuttoned nearly to his navel. All she could think was that he needed to button his shirt, or someone might see him. She wondered why she was worried that other women might see him like that.
“He looks so good,” Mandy commented. “Like he did when he came to the restaurant.”
“Hmmm…” Kaitlyn sighed as she ordered another martini. She told Mandy she’d buy, thank goodness. At fifteen dollars a drink, Kaitlyn was sure that Mandy would throw a fit. As it was, she’d had three, and so had Kaitlyn.
By the time the guys were finished with their set, both girls were buzzing. Kaitlyn gave them a standing ovation, even though she was the only one.
Since it was an acoustic set, all Ben had to do was put his guitar in its case and walk off stage. He headed straight to Lyn’s table. She wore a fashionable maxi dress in black and white with red accents. “You look incredible,” he said as he kissed her cheek.
“You look great too,” she admitted. She could see a light dusting of dark chest hair, and the outline of well-defined pecs. Bobby took Mandy’s hand and led her outside, with Tommy in tow. Mandy waved at Kaitlyn as she left. “And there goes my ride.”
“I’ll take you wherever you want to go,” he offered as he ran his fingers through her silky hair. “We can go to my place, or your place, or a hotel.”
“Can you afford a hotel?” she wondered aloud.
He almost looked hurt when she said it. “I’ll use my earnings from the gig,” he said.
“Okay,” she sighed. He led her out to his truck, and drove her to the most expensive hotel in Richmond. “You can afford this with the money you make playing guitar?” She stared at the flower arrangements and the décor in the lobby, getting ideas for her apartment. Not that she would ever use them, but she liked to think she could do it if she wanted to.
“Don’t worry about it,” he mused.
“Thank you, Mr…” the man behind the front desk started, but Ruben stopped his words with a sharp look and a shake of his head. The clerk handed over a key card, and gave him the room number. Ben politely thanked the man and headed toward the elevators with his guitar case.
When they were in the elevator, it was business as usual. He shoved her against the nearest wall, pulled her hands up over her head, and kissed her senseless. “I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he moaned in her ear. “You couldn’t answer your texts?”
“No,” she sighed. She spread her legs and tipped her hips, and her ass was instantly cradled and pulled up, so that her thighs were around his waist.
“Do you know how horny I’ve been all week? Don’t you know how much I want you?” His mouth found her throat, and her shoulder, and he bit down hard.
“Ow!” she cried out. But he kissed it, and licked it, and sucked it, and she began to wiggle against his huge cock again.
He sat her down only long enough to open the door to the room. “I want to just shove myself inside you and stay there forever.” He wrapped her up in his arms, and carried her past the perfectly decorated sitting room that she didn’t notice. He placed her on the bed, and gazed down at her for several minutes. “Every time I see you, you’re different,” he said with a smile. “What flavor is the red lip gloss?”
“Come find out,” she said without hesitation. Then she licked her lips.
“You make me insane,” he growled, as he removed his shirt.
Her eyes grew wide as he did. She’d never seen his body, although she felt it and kind of had a clue. She didn’t realize how right she was when she’d thought he looked like a male model. His body was magnificent.
She didn’t want to think about Alex, but she couldn’t help it. The two were polar opposites. She merely had to be near Ben to get him aroused. He really wanted her, she told herself. Alex, on the other hand…
“What are you thinking?” he demanded as he dropped his shirt to the floor.
“I’m thinking you might need to eat a sandwich,” she joked.
“You don’t like it?” he asked as he reached for his shirt again.
“I was joking,” she stated. She even gave him a bright smile when she said it.
“You looked upset.” He was still bent over, not sure whether to pick up the shirt or not.
“Leave the shirt off,” she said with certainty. He straightened his shoulders and his back, but he seemed unsure of what to do next. “Take off your pants,” she prompted. They dropped to the floor, and he stepped out of them. She inhaled loudly when she saw how hard he was for her.
“I’m sorry,” he said, as he lifted her dress up and around her waist. He kissed a hot trail up her thighs before he removed her panties.
“For what?” she moaned.
“Whatever I did wrong,” he sighed, before his mouth consumed her.
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She grabbed the soft white duvet that covered the bed, threw her head back, and closed her eyes. As far as she could tell, he didn’t do anything wrong. Everything he did was exactly right. His fingers curled up inside her, and she wanted to freeze time in that moment. Until her muscles tightened, and she was ready to climax.
“Tell me you want me,” he insisted, as he felt her getting close to her orgasm.
“I want you,” she admitted, without hesitation or shyness.
“I shouldn’t give it to you, because you didn’t answer my texts. I should make you beg for it.” He pulled his fingers out just then, and gazed up at her, gauging her reaction.
“Oh, fuck, please don’t,” she exclaimed, and tried to wiggle against him.
But he pulled away from her, placed his hands on her thighs, and his cheek against her knee. “Do you see how hard I am? I’ve been that hard all fucking week. Did you care?”
She whimpered her response. “Please, Ben.”
“You want me to fuck you with this big, hard cock?” He stood up as he asked it, rubbing it against her calves and her knees, before he held it out so she could look at it.
“Yes,” she moaned.
He pulled a condom on, and gazed at her longingly. “Why did you make me wait?” he wondered, as he climbed on the bed with her. “Are you ready for this?”
“Yes,” she said, with her eyes and her mouth wide open.
“Good, because you’re getting it.” He covered her mouth as he slid into her, so she couldn’t scream. He fucked her hard and fast, to punish her for making him wait. But she moaned and cried out for more. He was sure she couldn’t handle it. He covered her mouth with his, absorbing all the noises she made. When he came in less than five minutes, he realized he was the one who couldn’t handle it. He worried for a moment that she would be disappointed, but she gazed up at him with a look of satisfaction that made his chest ache.
“You know, if you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to get it again,” he warned her.
“I don’t believe you.” She sounded half scared, and half excited.
“Oh, don’t challenge me sweetheart,” he said as he kissed her neck. “And don’t ever doubt me.” He was already growing hard again, and she moved against him encouragingly. Her hands found his hair, and guided his lips to hers.
* * *
When she woke up a tray sat beside her on the bed, and Ben sat at the foot of it totally naked, with his guitar on his lap. He sang to her, and she was right, his voice was heavenly.
“Why don’t you sing for the band?” she wondered as she watched him. Her panties were gone, and her dress was tangled around her waist. She wriggled around until she had it down around her ankles. Then she glanced over at the tray. “What’s that?”
“Champagne and strawberries,” he said, as he carefully propped the guitar against the bed. He popped the cork on the champagne bottle, poured two glasses, and handed her one.
“Can you afford this?” she asked as she took the glass.
“The gig paid really well,” he lied. He grabbed a strawberry, and dropped it in her glass. She smiled up at him as she took a sip. Then he took another berry and fed it to her.
“This is so good,” she sighed, as she leaned back against the fluffy pillows.
“You taste better,” he said with a half frown.
She popped another berry in her mouth, and finished her champagne silently.
“I like to ski, too,” he said, as he sipped his drink. “But I like summer as much as I like winter. I think I like all the seasons. I don’t have a particular favorite.” She gazed at him thoughtfully, amazed that he remembered their last meeting so vividly. “What else do you like?”
“I like the beach, but I burn too easily,” she said, and gazed down at her arms.
“I bet you’d look amazing in a bikini,” he mused. “I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off you.”
“You can’t anyway,” she jibed.
“I know.” He moved the tray off the bed, then grabbed her foot and kissed her toes, one at a time.
“Are you going to fuck me again?” She grinned at him.
“I brought three condoms, so you only get it two more times.” He rubbed her foot and said seriously, “How do you want it?”
“How do you like it?” She really hadn’t done it in that many positions.
“We could spoon,” he suggested. “I’d be able to suck all that luscious skin of yours.”
“Okay,” she nodded. “Are you ready?”
“I’m breathing, and I’m touching you,” he said as if it should be obvious. She could barely get Alex hard once; she could hardly believe they were going to do it again. “What are you thinking?” he demanded.
“Why?” She felt guilty, and looked away from him.
“That thing you do. Your eyes go distant for a moment, like you’re not that into me.” He slid up her body, and as he did, he pulled her dress up again. He shivered. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle seeing you naked. I might go insane.”
Her eyes grew wide. She wanted to laugh, but she was afraid he’d be offended. So she sat quietly as he pulled the dress up over her shoulders, and as he gazed at her, she shivered.
“You’re perfection,” he said, as he bent down to take one of her nipples in his mouth. She placed both her hands over her head, and allowed him to do what he wanted.
He took his time. He savored every inch of her skin. He licked and kissed up her arms, down her ribcage, and the bottoms of her feet. Then he rolled her over and did it over again. She mewed and sighed and groaned, depending on the sensitivity of the spot he found. And when she made a noise he liked, he concentrated on that spot.
She began to beg him to make love to her again after about half an hour of that slow torture. After another fifteen minutes, when she was up on her hands and knees, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled on another condom, and shoved his massive, throbbing cock into her all the way to the base.
“Finally,” she whispered, as she turned toward him. His hands were on her hips, and his muscles flexed and rippled. She didn’t know which part was better, getting fucked by him, or watching him do it. Both, she decided, as she felt that delicious tension filling her again.
“Tell me how much you want me,” he demanded. Neither of them looked away, they each continued to stare at the other.
“God, I want you,” she sighed loudly.
“Promise me you won’t ignore me again,” he said, as he shoved deeper into her. He was as close to his orgasm as she was.
“Promise,” she grinned. “Just make me cum.”
“Cum with me, sweetheart,” he urged, as he pushed into her harder and faster. And they did, together.
* * *
He mixed the champagne with orange juice the moment he saw her eyes open. He’d been watching her sleep, waiting for her to wake up for nearly an hour. “Mimosas,” he announced as he handed her one. She took it automatically, but she stared at it as if she didn’t know what to do with it.
“What time is it?” she wondered.
“Seven thirty,” he said, after he checked his phone.
“Fuck,” she exclaimed, and rolled out of the bed. “I need to be at work.”
“Drink your mimosa,” he ordered. She did as he asked, drinking it down in one gulp. Then she ran to the bathroom. When he heard the shower running he followed her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, totally shocked when he joined her.
“I have one more condom,” he reminded her, as he leaned in to kiss her.
She’d never done it in a shower. He shoved her palms against the tile, and rubbed soapy hands over her body. She felt his thick cock against her buttocks, and her thighs, and his mouth on her shoulder and neck. “This is unbelievable,” she said when he finally buried himself deep inside her.
“I’m glad you like it,” he groaned, as he moved his hips harder and deeper into her, “Because it’s time for you to cum.�
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He grabbed her breasts just then, and she shuddered from the pleasure. She lost count of how many times she climaxed. He seemed to take forever, and when he finally came, he growled her name loudly. Except he said Lyn, and she was completely confused for several moments. Then she remembered that she’d lied to him about her name, and just about everything else. She frowned, but she didn’t let him see it. She knew how sensitive he was to her emotions.
He left the shower for a moment and threw the condom in the trash, then returned and began to wash himself. He started to sing, and as he did, she moved her hands over his back, which was just as muscled as his front. He shivered and stopped singing. She moved her hands around to his stomach, and he groaned.
“Fuck, Lyn,” he moaned. She noticed that he was hard again, and she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing his abs and thighs as it jerked and twitched for her.
“Are you peeing in the shower?” she asked incredulously, but she was also fascinated for some odd reason, and continued to watch until he finished.
“Everyone pees in the shower,” he said with a shrug. “It’s good for athlete’s feet.”
“I don’t pee in the shower, and I don’t have athlete’s feet,” she giggled, as she grabbed his still hard cock in her hand.
“I don’t have any more condoms, and I could barely piss because you’ve still got me so hard I can’t fucking handle it. You keep winding me up like I’m your favorite toy.” He seemed angry as he said it, so she tried to pull her hand away. “The only thing worse than being hard for you twenty-four-seven, would be you pulling away from me.” He turned to face her, and her soapy hands glided over his throbbing member.
She gazed up into his face as he stood there with an almost tortured expression. She worked on it for several minutes, grabbing his balls and rubbing them too. “Don’t you want to cum for me?” she asked, as the water splashed down over his perfect body.
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