“Yes you do. You knew what would happen if I stayed at his house so you harassed me until I agreed to leave with you. If I hadn’t said yes, you would have pounded on his door until I came out. I’m not stupid, Mer. I know how you operate.”
“It was funny. Okay? After the way you two were ready to go at it during the photo shoot, Tanner and I thought it would be fun to mess with you guys.”
“And was it?”
“Yeah and I won fifty bucks from his sorry ass.” She did a little dance in her seat that made me want to slap her.
“You two bet on it?” I yelled.
“Hell yeah. He swore I was going to have to go in there and pry you off Ben’s dick. Lucky for me you weren’t all that attached to it,” she snickered.
I was actually growing very attached to it, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. It was long and thick—by far the biggest one I had seen. All in all he was mouthwateringly beautiful for sure. Ever since last Saturday when I saw it for the first time, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. No one needed to know all the erotic fantasies I was having about climbing on his cock and riding him hard.
“Okay so spill.” She was like a rabid animal when she wanted something, so I figured I could give her a little something to chew on.
“We’re... exploring things,” I said evasively.
“You mean each other, right?” she said with a cheeky grin.
“He’s explored,” I mumbled in hopes she wouldn’t hear me. Unfortunately, she had supersonic hearing.
“And you haven’t?”
“No we’ve done some stuff but not everything. I’ve gotten down to my birthday suit, but he’s never really gotten out of his boxers,” I admitted.
“Has he given you an orgasm?”
“Three amazing orgasms,” I said with a dreamy sigh. He really knew what he was doing in that department. I had no cause for complaints.
“And you haven’t done anything for him?” she asked unbelievingly.
“We’ve dry humped a bit and I had my hand around him a couple times, but no.”
Talking about this stuff was not that easy for me. I was a bashful person most days. The only time I ever found myself uninhibited when it came to discussing sex was when I was either drunk or in the act with a lover. I wasn’t a dirty talker, but I didn’t mind telling a man what I wanted. Most times they didn’t hit the mark, but at least I tried.
Meredith hooted and slammed her hand on the table as she laughed. I didn’t know what she found so funny. “You’ve left that poor boy with blue balls a couple of times? That is priceless. Tanner is going—”
“To never find out about it,” I finished for her.
“Come on,” she whined.
“Nope. It’s not up for debate. Either you keep your mouth shut or I never tell you anything ever again,” I warned. I didn’t want Ben to hate me if Tanner found out about our sex life.
“Ugh, fine. How come you guys haven’t done the deed for God’s sake?”
“I’m taking my time with this. I’m guarding my heart.”
“Oh, sweetie. He’s not Scott. Ben wouldn’t cheat on you. I’d even go so far as to bet that if you let him, he’d worship the ground you walked on for the rest of your life.”
“It’s not just Scott. It’s Scott, Steve, Jordan, Alex, Michael, and Walt,” I reminded her.
“Was Walt the one with the weird foot thing?” She scrunched her nose and stuck her tongue out in disgust.
“Unfortunately, yes.” I cringed remembering the guy who crashed at my friend’s house in college after we partied all night. I woke up to him trying to take my socks off—twice. After the second time, I threatened to throw him over the balcony if he didn’t stop. Needless to say I never talked to him again after that. “In one way or another every guy I’ve ever cared about or been intimate with has screwed me over. And the last one was a doozy. So forgive me for not rushing into anything with Ben.”
“I get it. You could at least give him some relief though.”
“He’s fine,” I assured her.
“You can’t tell me he didn’t get hard the times you were fooling around. How long do you think he’s going to take you leaving him high and dry?”
I hadn’t been overly concerned with that until she put it that way. I knew Ben didn’t want to push me. Now I worried I was taking it too far and leading him on. Then again, if he couldn’t respect my wishes then he wasn’t the guy for me.
Was I testing him? I guess I was and I really hoped he would pass. I wasn’t sure I could deal with another letdown. Ben seemed so promising, it would be extremely disappointing if he didn’t deliver on that promise.
“I tried to... you know... and he stopped me. Said it was about my pleasure, not his.”
She sat back with an amazed look on her face. “Shit, he’s good.”
“You have no idea,” I mumbled under my breath.
“Oh girl, I heard that and now I’m wondering how alike Ben and Tanner are in that department.”
“How about we not compare?” I said, disgusted with the thought of knowing anything about Tanner in that way. When I caught the heated look on her face, I shouted, “And stop thinking about Ben like that!”
“You’re no fun,” she complained.
Over the conversation, I threw back the rest of my drink and slid out of the booth. “Drink up, bitch. We’re dancing.”
*****
Meredith waved at me as the cab drove away and I proceeded to stumble into my house. Flipping on lights as I went, I left a trail of shoes and clothes behind me as I made my way to my bedroom where I fell face first down on the bed.
Meredith and I may have had a little too much to drink. It was the best way to keep her from butting into my love life. Not to mention it was so much fun to get tipsy and dance with hot guys.
We should really do that more often.
Rolling over on my back, I placed a foot on the floor to stop the room from spinning.
“It’s too quiet in here,” I said to the empty room.
Using my foot on the floor as leverage, I lifted my ass off the bed and grabbed my phone from my back pocket. Scrolling through my list, I giggled when I got to Ben’s name in my contacts—Hotty McHotPants. At some point during the night, Meredith and I had decided to dub him that name Grey’s Anatomy style. I wanted McMagicTongue, but somehow hot pants won out.
Jabbing the screen with my finger, I put it to my ear and sang the song that was stuck in my head—“One Minute Man” by Missy Elliot.
“Hello?” His sleep roughened voice washed over me, making me shiver. He was just so... sexy.
“Hey.” I tried out a seductive voice but wasn’t sure if it hit the mark or not. Oh well, didn’t much matter anyway. Ben liked me just the way I was. Or so I trusted anyway.
“Is everything okay?” I heard the sheets rustle on his bed and I imagined him naked under there. Yum.
“Were you sleeping?”
“Yeah. It’s... three o’clock in the morning. What were you girls doing tonight?”
“Oops!” I smacked myself in the head when he said how late it was, which made me start laughing hysterically.
“I take it you went drinking?” He rightfully deduced.
“I have.”
He chuckled at that. “I remember how much fun a drunk Rissa can be.”
“I can be a lot of fun,” I said in a low voice.
“I know you can. I’m glad you made it home okay,” he mimicked my tone sending more shivers across my skin.
“I missed you,” I admitted out loud. Apparently I didn’t have much filter right then because there was no way I would have told him that sober.
“I missed you too, sweetheart.”
“I wish you were here right now. I’m horny,” I whispered the last word into the phone.
Ben groaned loudly. “You’re killing me, Riss.”
“I wish I was blowing you. Your cock is like perfection and I want it in my mouth,” I blurted out, quickl
y slapping my hand over my mouth when I realized what I said. Definitely no filter. There was nothing but silence on the other end, so I whispered, “Ben?”
“Give me a minute. I’m trying to stop myself from coming over there and fucking you ten ways to Sunday.”
“I want that. Bad,” I told him.
He let out a weighty sigh. “I want nothing more than to spend days inside you, but I need to do this right. Even though I seem to lose all reason where you’re concerned, I won’t take you drunk and I sure as shit won’t take you unwillingly.”
“You’re such a good guy.” I sighed exasperatedly into the phone. Right then I wished he was a bad boy who would come take advantage of me in every way imaginable.
“So I hear.”
“They say good guys finish last,” I informed him.
“Well I hope that’s true.”
“That’s not a good thing, Ben.” The snarkiness in my voice could not be missed.
“Sure it is. If the good guys finish last then that means I’ll be the last guy you ever give your heart to.”
Oh my God. He was so damn sweet, which only made me want him more.
“Stop saying things like that.”
“Why?” he chuckled.
“Because it makes me want to hump the shit out of you and I can’t because of your stupid no sex while drunk rule.” When he laughed, I snapped, “It’s not funny.”
“Sorry. I promise it will be worth your while having to wait another day.”
“You do?”
“I do.”
“You aren’t known to break your promises are you?” I asked suspiciously.
“Uh, not usually. Why?”
“Because I’m betting on you being really good. No two pump chump here.” I fist pumped the air in jubilation and started singing Missy Elliot again.
“Rissa, honey,” Ben interrupted my amazing performance.
“Yeah?”
“I can go all night.” His words along with their meaning made muscles in several different places spasm in a really great way.
“I’m going to hold you to that, mister.”
“It will be my pleasure to show you.”
“I can’t wait.” I yawned then and stretched out on the bed feeling exhausted all of a sudden. “The room stopped spinning. I’m going to sleep.”
“Okay. I’ll be over tomorrow afternoon to pick you up for our hike. Are you going to be hungover? Should I bring coffee?”
“Coffee before physical exertion? I don’t think so. I’ll drink a glass of water before bed. It should be fine. Night, Ben.”
“Night, sweetheart. And Riss? I’m glad you called,” he said before disconnecting the call.
I stared at the ceiling with a giant smile on my face for several minutes before dragging my ass out of bed. For as much as I hated to move, I needed that glass of water. No way in hell I was going to be hungover after the promise Ben made to me tonight.
SEVENTEEN
Ben
The next day, I rang Rissa’s doorbell praying she wasn’t going to be hungover. Her being under the weather would put a serious damper on my plans for the evening.
After she drunk dialed me in the middle of the night, I ended up jerking myself off in order to fall back to asleep. Visions of her between my knees with her mouth doing heavenly things played in my head over and over.
When she had admitted to being horny and wanting me to come over, I struggled to stay in bed and not rush over there to see to her situation. Even when she wasn’t trying to be, I found her extremely arousing. There was no way for me to escape it.
After multiple attempts without her answering the door, I started to become concerned. I had told her two o’clock and even texted her earlier to make sure she still wanted to go. She had said she felt fine, but now I was worried she actually hadn’t.
Turning the doorknob, it opened easily and I made a mental note to remind her she should always keep her door locked. I called her name from the entryway, but she didn’t respond. The sound of music was filtering down from the second floor. No wonder why she didn’t hear me.
Her door was cracked when I got up to her room, so I nudged it open a little wider and the view I was confronted with had me pressing my lips together in an effort not to bust out laughing.
Gloria Gaynor’s “I Will Survive” was playing and Rissa was standing in front of a floor length mirror with a tight t-shirt and red satin underwear shaking her ass and singing like it was nobody’s business. Using a brush she belted the lyrics out into her faux microphone.
If her singing hadn’t been so horrendous, she would have put on a great fucking show. The way her ass swayed back and forth had me gripping the door so that I didn’t rush her and take her right then.
Maybe I could get her to give me a private show sometime. I wouldn’t mind seeing her in black lingerie swinging her ass around my lap.
I shook my head and berated myself for having those thoughts. They weren’t going to do anything towards getting me through the day. They were just going to make it harder on my self-restraint.
When the song ended, I slowly clapped my hands. Startled by the sound, she jumped three feet in the air and screamed like a heroine in a scary movie.
“Fuck you scared me! Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” She placed her hand over her heart and took several deep breaths when she realized it was just me.
“I did knock but you were otherwise... preoccupied.” My lips twitched attempting to hide my amusement.
With a hand on her hip, she shook her head. “You’re cruisin’ for a bruisin’.”
“Am I?”
“Yes. Especially if you don’t get your tight little tush over here and kiss me already.” Shock must have shown on my face at her forwardness because she gave me a provocative smirk and crooked her finger at me.
Hot damn.
I took a step forward but didn’t move all the way toward her. Something told me it would be more fun to play hard to get. “Why I do declare, Miss Darling. Something must have gotten into you if you’re trying to force your intentions on me,” I drawled.
“I’m hoping someone will get into me a little later.” She batted her eyelashes, the picture of innocence, then reached for her shorts on the bed and gave me quite a show while bending over to pull them on.
“You really are horny, aren’t you?” I asked in disbelief. Rissa had never been this forthcoming before. It usually took alcohol or some coaxing to bring her out of her shell.
“That and I like teasing you,” she said over her shoulder before turning around to face me.
“Careful. You sure you want to wake the beast?” I began stalking her until her back hit the wall.
“I was hoping you’d snap and lose control.” She sounded out of breath as her chest rose and fell swiftly.
“I’m thinking I might need a little snack to tie me over until dinner,” I whispered against her mouth.
“What kind of snack?”
I popped the button on her shorts and eased the zipper down in answer. Yanking on them until they dropped to her feet, I knelt down in front of her and pulled her panties aside.
“I’m thinking something Clarissa flavored.” My tongue ran along her seam and teased her clit, making her legs instantly buckle. I pressed my arm into her stomach to hold her up while I assaulted her with my mouth.
I could never tire of her taste. She was like sunshine and heaven all rolled into one.
“God you’re so good at that,” she murmured, her fingers threading through my hair.
Within minutes, she was circling her hips and seeking more contact from my tongue. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I sucked hard and felt her come apart. I lapped at her, taking everything she gave me. When she slumped against the wall and continued running her fingers through my hair, I pressed my forehead to her stomach and willed myself to calm down.
I had a romantic dinner planned for us, and I didn’t want to ruin all the preparation that went into
it by jumping her right then and spending the rest of the day in bed. For now the taste of her on my tongue was going to have to be enough to get me through.
“We need to get going,” I finally murmured before pressing a kiss to her stomach and pulling her shorts back up her legs.
“You don’t want to finish?” she asked in disbelief.
“Later. I meant it when I said we were doing this right. I have a plan. Let’s go.”
“Okay.” She still seemed unsure. To reassure her I took her lips in a searing kiss that showed her how much I wanted her. I only had a few more hours to go.
I could do it. Totally.
*****
I was beyond thrilled when our hike finally ended. I had chosen a moderately easy trail that I knew like the back of my hand, but today it had felt like it was going on forever. Mostly because my body was strung tight and edgy with anticipation.
“Are we going back to the bluff?” Rissa asked when she recognized the path the Jeep was taking.
“Yeah,” I confirmed and reached my hand out to rest on her thigh. She laced her fingers in mine and looked out the window. I absolutely loved how affectionate she could be.
I parked the car and rounded the hood, opening Rissa’s door for her. She jumped down and with her hand still in mine, and we started up the trail together.
“I’m so glad we’re coming back up here. It’s so peaceful and the views are just stunning,” she talked as we walked.
“I thought you might like it.”
The closer we got the more nervous I became. This had to go perfectly. All my other first impressions with Rissa had lacked finesse. I wasn’t going to let that happen tonight. I promised her it would be worth the wait and I was pulling out no stops in making that happen. As long as the weather held out and no one interrupted our privacy it should all go according to plan.
It was the weather that had me most concerned since we were so far off the beaten path that it would take quite a bit of searching for someone to find us up here.
When we made it over the rise, I was thrilled to see Ed and Ella were able to finish up the rest of the preparations after I left to pick up Rissa for our date. Solar lights twinkled from the trees. A pallet of blankets and pillows were set up underneath lanterns that hung from the branches. A cooler and basket sat next to the pallet along with a wireless speaker for my phone.
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