Yours and Mine (Friends with Benefits)

by Lacey Silks

  “Look at you, my businesswoman. You have no idea how smart and sexy you sound.”

  I chuckled, “You’re just saying that because you love me.”

  “I do love you. And I missed you.”

  He curled his arm underneath my head, lifting me higher and bringing my lips to his. The strength of him, holding me, still surprised me. It was all new and exciting. I opened my mouth wider, welcoming the swift strokes of his tongue, feeling my breasts swell at the intensity of our kiss. It felt like I was getting to know him all over again, kissing and touching him for the very first time. The outline of his leg muscles was pressing against my softer thighs. I was getting lost in his body, my hands exploring all the new contours of a fit man, and liking it. Soon enough, I was on top of him, pulling my fingers through his shorter hair, circling my hips over his erection, feeling the heat between us ready to burst.

  When Nick pulled away, we were both heaving. “You take my breath away,” he whispered. “I’ve been thinking about this day every minute while away. You kept me sane. You’re the one who helped me push through the physical and mental pain. I couldn’t have done it without knowing that you were waiting here for me.”

  I looked up, exposing my neck as he sent simmering hot kisses along my skin. “I’ve been waiting for you too, Nick. It’s been so long.”

  His hand swept over my curves, down to my hips, then lower to my dress, which he slowly scrunched up until my behind was exposed. I pressed my pelvis harder against him, wanting to feel all of him on me. He kept kissing me, his lips making a journey all over: my cheeks, neck, and back up to my ear, while grasping my ass with his full palms, squeezing it gently.

  “Best buns I’ve held in my entire life.”

  I laughed, my ass tightening in his grip. Counting the number of buns that he’d held at the bakery, that was definitely a compliment.

  “The only human buns you’ve held?” I asked.

  “The only human ones I’ve ever held and ever want to hold. I want to make love to you, Jo, but I’m not sure this rooftop is strong enough to hold the force I want to take you with.”

  “I want you too, Nick.”

  A growl rumbled from his chest as he whispered against my cheek, “We’ll have to settle for something easier for now.”

  He slowly rolled me off him so that we were both on our sides, facing each other. His hand slid underneath the elastic of my panties, fully palming my ass, and then his fingers drew lower and to the back. I arched my back and tilted my ass higher, panting at every touch and stroke of his scorching fingers, wanting him to reach further. He fondled me from behind before switching to the front, cupping my sex through my panties. His fingers swiftly moved the lace aside and weaved between my folds, sliding through the moisture, dragging it back up to my clit, then rubbing, stimulating me. I wanted to moan louder, yet knew that I couldn’t because our parents would hear us, so I bit my lip, holding onto the sound for now while letting out only a soft whimper.

  Nothing else mattered, only the feeling that Nick was drawing out from within me. The touch was igniting my body, and I felt beads of sweat form on my forehead as the inferno of emotions roared with each breath I exhaled.

  All I wanted to do was feel. I wanted to feel him on me, under me, and inside me — everywhere. The most incredible rush was consuming me from the inside out and outside in. How had I lived so long without this, without him?

  The orgasm came shockingly fast. I grasped Nick’s arms, holding on and biting into his shirt as he swirled his fingers a few more times, drawing the remainder of my euphoria out.

  “Jo? Nick? Are you guys up there?” his mom called out. “We’re locking up for the night.”

  I quickly came back to earth, realizing what had just happened and that Marge was only a few feet away. She only had to take one step up on the ladder to have us in view.

  “Yes, we are. We’ll be down in a sec,” Nick answered.

  “Oh, my God, what if she saw us?” My whisper was only loud enough for Nick to hear.

  “Don’t worry. She didn’t.”

  “What if she did? You think they’re checking up on us?”

  “Probably.”

  “Argh! I wish we could go away somewhere.”

  “And if we did, what would we do?” he teased.

  “We’d make love until the sun came up.” I kissed him.

  “Then I’ll make sure that happens sooner than later.”

  “How?”

  “Let’s go down for now. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

  I adjusted my dress and made my way down to the balcony and then to the bathroom, where I changed into my pajamas. I said goodnight to Dad and Marge, then Nick, before retreating to my room. The ceiling seemed infinite, and my eyes wouldn’t close. I could still feel the rush of the orgasm Nick had blessed me with in my veins. He touched me with so much need and determination. And I liked it; in fact, I wanted more. My gaze flew to the closed door, then back to the ceiling. I wasn’t sure how long I stared, but one thing was certain: falling asleep would be impossible.

  I turned and twisted. The sheets wrapped uncomfortably around my body, and I yanked them away. Despite the light breeze I could feel through the open window, the room felt hot and stuffy. Maybe the full moon was the source of my madness – you know, like the way it acted as a beacon for werewolves, and it was messing up my hormones. I removed my sleeping shorts and my top, relief washing over me as I splayed my naked body on top of the cooler covers. Still it wasn’t enough. The wall separating me from Nick felt thousands of miles thick. He was so close, yet so far away.

  I must have suffered through at least two hours of this torture when I heard the handle on my door twist. I tugged the covers over my body, holding my breath.

  Please let it be him!

  “Jo? Are you asleep?” I heard Nick’s voice and exhaled in relief.

  “No.”

  He quietly tiptoed toward my bed. As he sat down, my body was lifted upward, allowing me to see him in the faint moonlight. He looked like he’d just come out of my dream.

  “Why are you pulling the covers so high up?” He tapped my nose.

  “Because I’m naked underneath.”

  “What?”

  “I was hot, okay? And I couldn’t fall asleep.”

  “I couldn’t fall asleep either. I want to see you.”

  What did he mean by that? I was there, right in front of him.

  “Naked, Joelle. I want to see you naked again.”

  “Oh.”

  I’d only seen him naked once, and with all the changes his body had gone through, I wondered whether everything had changed. I slowly loosened my grip on the sheets. There was no way I’d be brave enough to pull the covers off myself, and I knew that Nick knew that, because no sooner had I let my arms fall to my sides than he slowly lowered the covers off my body, his gaze following the trail of heat the pads of his fingers left behind as he traced them over my skin in a downward path.

  Once the covers were down, Nick sucked in a quick breath and adjusted his crotch. I was glad it was dark and he couldn’t see the new shade of red on my cheeks. His face was glowing in the moonlight filtering through the window.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  His hand slid over my stomach and then higher to my breast. He gently pinched my pebbled nipple between his fingers, and I felt my mouth open and eyes close. It felt so good. Too good. He rolled it, tightening the pressure, and I felt a trickle of moisture between my legs. If I thought that I’d been tortured when he wasn’t here, then I was wrong. What he was doing to my body now was the sweetest and most delicious torment. I heard him shift on the bed and opened my eyes just as he surprised me with a soft kiss.

  “Don’t move,” he whispered.

  “What if someone comes in?” I asked.

  “I checked before coming here. They’re both sleeping. Don’t move, Jo, and don’t make any noise.”

  Nick removed his t-shirt and shorts. I wished I
could see all of him, but the lamp on the nightstand was shading his crotch.

  “Touch me, Nick.”

  “I’m going to do way more than touch you, baby.” He was above me in seconds, kissing his way down my body, starting with a tender stroke of his tongue around the rim of my nipples, gently pulling them out, and then dragging his lips between my breasts down to my navel.

  I was panting, completely turned on by his touch and agonizing kisses that were taking their sweet time adoring my body. My hips bucked higher and higher with anticipation of his lips reaching their destination. All the while Nick had both his hands filled with my breasts, squeezing and manipulating them.

  As he touched the upper part of my pubic area, I stiffened. His hands finally let go of my engorged breasts and lowered to my hips. He inhaled deeply, and I squirmed. It took all the patience I had not to reach down and touch his hard cock I was feeling against my legs.

  And then it happened. His lips took a hold of my clit and I lost it at the first lick, shaking underneath him, tensing my ass. Yet I wanted more, and couldn’t stop shaking. As soon as the first orgasm left my body, obliterating me, Nick slid a finger inside me. It felt thick and welcome inside my body. I gripped my muscles around him, thrusting my hips forward, wanting to feel more of this delicious stretch.

  “Do you like that, Jo?”

  “Yes,” I panted.

  “I’m going to add another finger.”

  I wasn’t sure why he was telling me this, but it only turned me on that much more. I waited for the perfect strain on the inside as he filled me.

  “It’s been a year since we made love. I need to get you ready, so it doesn’t hurt.”

  He pulled his tongue between my folds while pumping his fingers in and out. It felt so good. Too good. I didn’t want him to stop. With the way he sucked on my clit, massaging my inner walls, pressing into that perfect spot I didn’t know existed until now, I was certain that whatever seductive university he’d attended, he’d graduated from with a major in orgasms. It only took seconds to feel another swell building in my body.

  “Nick—”

  “Shh.” He pulled away from my flesh, and passed me a pillow. “Bite this. Don’t scream.”

  I nodded and he resumed his tantalizing foreplay. Was that even foreplay? I wasn’t sure because it was happening so quickly, but whatever it was, I wanted more of it. The sound of his slurps and my deep breathing intensified. As soon as he closed the suction around me and flicked the tip of his hard tongue once, I lost it. Tears of joy rolled down my cheeks, the pillow muffling my scream, and my body trembled underneath him, completely taken by this new blissful release.

  He kept licking and I kept throwing my hips higher to push myself deeper into his mouth. When he finally stopped, it took a moment for me to figure out where I was. Everything in my head was spinning. I was afraid that I’d wake up and this would be one heck of a wet dream. But it wasn’t, because Nick was already sliding up my heated body, lining himself up at my entrance.

  Oh, my God! This is actually going to happen!

  “Jo, I don’t have a condom. I came straight here from the bus, and—”

  “I’m supposed to get my period in two days, so we won’t get pregnant and you’re the only one I’ve ever been with and my gynecologist gave me a clear pass two months—”

  “Me too. You’re my only one. So, are you okay with this?”

  “I’ve been waiting for this for almost a year. Please, Nick. I need you.”

  He lowered his mouth to mine, sealing my plea inside me, while slowly sliding in, pushing his cock forward inch my inch until we were connected.

  My knees fell apart and I stilled. Nick pulled away, watching what I assumed was my perplexed face from above.

  “You okay?”

  I nodded. “It feels so good, Nick.”

  My lids felt heavy and my head lolled to the side as he thrust inside me in a rhythmic motion. I loved the way my body responded to his, the way he rocked me, controlled me, filled me, and tantalized me. I lifted my legs at one point and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me, and that’s when he stilled with a groan, biting his lip and fisting the bed sheets.

  “Those legs of yours were always trouble.” He lowered his body onto the bed. I scooted closer to the wall and he wrapped me into him. He felt hot and sweaty and so right I didn’t want to peel away. He leaned into my ear, whispering, “I’m spending the night here.”

  “What if someone comes in?” I asked.

  “No one will. I’ll sneak out before dawn. Besides, we’re adults.” He kissed my forehead and then turned me on my side, spooning me from behind. My ass wiggled on its own, and I felt him grow hard again.

  “And the likelihood of me being inside you before the sun comes up, is… it’s a guarantee.”

  I pushed my ass against him and felt him slide inside me. His hands wrapped around my body from behind, one cupping a breast and the other reaching to my sex, jolting me awake. If he wasn’t inside me, then he was spilling down my inner thigh from within me. I didn’t count how many times we made love that night, but I did remember that I barely slept and that he snuck out before the first glimmer of light.

  Chapter 18

  I stood by the counter, kneading the dough for the few sweet breads that had been ordered for the weekend. Nick had been home for five days now. Each morning, he went out for a run, and then showered, had breakfast, and went out to help my father with the construction. That of course was right after he snuck out of my room before dawn. I’d been with him every night since his return. For the past three nights, we hadn’t made love because I got my period and I wasn’t that comfortable with the thought of having him inside me when I bled. Not yet, at least, because knowing that I couldn’t get enough of him would finally push me through my inhibitions.

  We spent the evenings by the lake, skipping stones. Most of our time alone was taken up by kissing, touching, fingering, stroking, and fondling. I didn’t want to pull apart. Life seemed perfect for now. He was back home, in my life like a normal boyfriend. But the nagging question in the back of my mind that I yet had to ask him wouldn’t leave me alone. I was afraid to ask because I was afraid of the answer I’d get. Call it an instinct or a gut feeling, but I was sure that Nick wanted to tell me something now that he’d returned, and I knew I wouldn’t like it. But I didn’t want to waste the little time we had together worrying. Two months was barely enough to make up for the past year.

  Tips of warm fingertips snuck underneath my apron and drew along the exposed skin over my stomach, right underneath my navel before they reached into the band of my sweats. I could still barely believe that when he touched me, he was actually here.

  “Nick, someone’s going to come in.”

  “I don’t care. I want to touch you.”

  “What if it’s your mom?”

  “Then she’ll see what we’re up to, and she’ll leave.”

  “Nick!” I finally managed to push him away with my behind and turned around. The moment I did that I was captured between him and the counter, my ass cutting into the marble behind me.

  “Tell me you don’t want me.”

  “I… I want you.”

  He lowered his lips closer to my ear, trailing them along the cartilage, making the hairs stand on my neck, arms and… well, all over my body.

  “Then let me fuck you, Joelle.”

  I sucked in a quick breath. His eyes were on fire, setting me ablaze all over again. Nick had never spoken this way to me. And it was hot. Actually, I was beginning to sweat from just thinking about the way he could do… that.

  “Not here,” I whispered. The shadow of defeat covering his face broke my heart as he slowly backed away. “But…”

  Lust filled his eyes again in one blink.

  “Maybe this evening,” I whispered. “My period’s over.”

  He was at my ear again. “There’s no pillow in the world you can bite hard enough to stop the scream tha
t will come out of your mouth when I fuck you.”

  Oh, my!

  Someone cleared his throat at the threshold and my body fell cold.

  “Nick, you have some flour, here” – my father pointed to Nick’s ears – “and here,” he said, indicating Nick’s shoulders. His finger kept on waiving over the different parts of Nick’s body as he kept repeating the two words.

  “Actually, it’s everywhere.” Then he looked at me, the culprit with flour-covered hands. I felt like a kid who’d stolen candy from the corner store.

  And if things couldn’t get any worse, Marge walked through the swinging kitchen door. She assessed the situation with her keen eyes and sighed.

  “I think we should talk.” She pointed to the chairs.

  “Mom, I’m a man,” Nick defended.

  “Then listen to me like a man would.”

  I took the stool to my left and passed it to Nick. I reached for the other one and sat beside him.

  “We know you’re in love. I mean, we’ve been in love too when we were your age, but we’re worried.”

  “What about?” I asked. When I looked to the side, Nick was as confused as I was.

  “You’ve been locked up in the house. It’s just work and sleep for the both of you. I mean, you guys look tired as hell, and I don’t think that spending minutes together through the day when Nick isn’t helping with the construction is doing you guys any good. When are you going out? When are you going to have any fun? You’re missing out on so much. Skipping stones by the lake isn’t exactly socializing.”

  Oh! I guessed they didn’t know about all the fun we were having at night when they were asleep in their own bed.

  “We want you to spend time with other people too. You’re still so young,” Marge added.