Friends with Benefits

by Amy Brent

  We moved apart, and I flopped down on the bed beside her. She looked over at me with a smile playing on her lips.

  Then she sat up and leaned across me, reaching for the nightstand on her side of my bed.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, not that I minded the way she was squishing her tits against my chest.

  She opened the drawer and pulled something out. Then she crossed her legs and sat beside me. She held up what she had grabbed: a pen and a little yellow book. Her diary.

  I crossed my arms behind my head, and she opened the diary and set it on my stomach to use me as a table. I rested a hand on her knee as she leaned over to write. But I couldn’t keep my hand there. The way she was sitting was just begging for me to touch her. So I trailed my hand up the inside of her thigh and began playing with her clit while she tried to write.

  “Steven.” She giggled, pretending to put up a fight. “Let me write this quickly.”

  “What? You can’t write while I play with you?”

  “No. I don’t know.”

  “Try it,” I encouraged.

  She scowled playfully at me and leaned over the book, the pen poised above the paper. When she pressed the tip of it to the page, I slipped a finger into her. She moaned but didn’t stop writing. Her hand moved quickly, frantically, as I fucked her with my fingers. I could tell that she was struggling to keep it together.

  When she was done she fell back, my fingers still in her pussy. Her diary fell closed on my stomach, and the pen rolled off the edge of the bed. I picked up the book with my free hand and pulled my finger out of her to rub her clit once more. “Can I read what you wrote?” I asked.

  “Of course,” she said breathlessly.

  I opened to the most recent page. There was no heading like all her other entries, and she had written right smack in the middle of the page rather than starting at the top like she always did. The entry was short:

  Dear Diary,

  There’s something you need to know. Something that will make all the other pages a thing of the past: They lived happily ever after.

  I smiled at her words.

  “Happily ever after sounds pretty damn good,” I said.

  “Doesn’t it?” she said, sitting up and leaning over me. I played with her clit some more as she kissed me. Then she lay on her side beside me, and I hugged her to me.

  I ran my fingers over her hip. She pressed her ass up against my crotch. My dick was hard. I slipped it between her legs. It slid easily into her wet pussy. She clutched her pillow and arched her back so that I could get deeper inside her.

  I worked her over slowly. She rotated her hips against me in an even rhythm. I loved the way it felt when she ground on me like that. She turned her face to me, and we kissed. I sucked on her bottom lip. She let out a whispering moan.

  “Fuck me as hard as you can, fiancé,” she said playfully.

  I lifted her leg in the air. She rubbed her clit. I did as she said.

  I fucked her as hard as I could. She threw her head back and nearly screamed with pleasure. I kissed her shoulder and held her to me, burying my cock deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust. She rubbed herself faster.

  We both climaxed together. Then we stayed like that, joined together until I forced myself to get up and clean off. Allie did the same.

  We got back into bed. Allie cozied up tight to my side and rested her cheek on my chest. I could feel her warm breath on my skin.

  “So,” she said softly. “When do we want to get married?”

  “Whenever you want,” I said. “You’ve wanted a fall wedding since you were in high school, haven’t you?”

  “Yes. The autumn colors are beautiful.”

  “Fall it is,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “What kind of dress do you want?”

  “I don’t know,” she whispered. I felt her eyelashes on my chest as she closed her eyes. “I guess I’ll have to try a bunch on.”

  “I bet you’ll love that.”

  “I will,” she said happily. “Married. We’re getting married. I’m so happy, Steven.”

  “Me too,” I said, rubbing her shoulder with my thumb. “I can’t wait to marry you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Allie Wright. The best thing.”

  She curled up closer to me. The scent of her coconut shampoo filled the air. I was so looking forward to breathing that in every night and every morning for the rest of my life.

  I sighed. So this is what people had seen all these years that I had been blind to. Allie and me. Soul mates—two people who were meant to be together.

  I was glad they had all been right.

  The End

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  CHAPTER 1

  Lance

  I looked down as the face of the blonde that I met contorted with pleasure, grinning to myself. I didn’t even have to be in the porn industry to land women like this. My ocean blue eyes and spectacular body did that all on its own and my skill level wore them out by night’s end.

  I’d already gone down on her for a torturous amount of time, making her ease close to a release before I’d pull away to tell her to hold off until I said it was okay with me. In addition to being skilled, I was also dominant and loved control in the bedroom. I even liked control on the set as much as I could, depending on the director.

  I finally let this one come once I was biting on her clit and making her moan my name, her voice rising with each cry. I’d kissed her breathless before that, still turned on from work earlier today before I went to the bar for a drink. I met a few buddies and we were catching up on life in the fast lane with this girl caught my eyes with her short black dress and long legs. She was already looking at me and even if she didn’t know who I was, she’d be here right now. I eased my thick cock between her legs and raised her feet to my shoulders as I slid inside. Most women found me to be slightly invasive with my size but ended up coming back for more, and I savored the tight grip of her slick pussy as I buried myself inside of her.

  What the fuck was her name? Kelly?

  I pounded her as she moaned, pleased with her body’s acceptance of me. I needed a woman after filming the soft bondage scene earlier today and imagined this woman bent before me, so I could spank her the way I did Cassie earlier on set. I knew that the actress liked it and that her reactions weren’t just for the shoot. I’d fucked her before off camera and knew her body well. I drove into her a few hard times before pulling out and telling her to get on her knees as I stroked my cock, sliding my hand through her juices as she moved clumsily.

  I looked at her juicy ass as she propped herself on my pillows that were spread out all over the bed, watching the juices trickle down her thighs as I licked my lips. She didn’t taste as good as some women, but it was fun to watch her get off. I fingered her firmly for a moment before raising my hand back to spank her.

  “Do you like that?” I asked her in a rough voice as she cried out, jerking forward. I watched my large hand print forming on her pale skin as she told me that it made her want to come again. She liked the pain, craved it. I slapped her ass a few more times before I took her with a hard thrust, gripping her hips as she screamed my name. I drove myself into her, pulling back and thrusting again as she screamed that she was going to come again. “Me too. Fuck me.”

  I pounded away at her as I chased my release, free to enjoy this. It wasn’t all for the camera tonight and I felt her tighten around me as she moaned softly. I leaned forward, gripping her straight blonde hair as I fucked her harder. I knew that I was stretching her open, but her cries of pleasure assured me that she was enjoying it as she came for me. I thrust one more time before filling the condom wrapped tightly over me, dropping over her back.

  I rolled away from her an
d took a deep breath, feeling that I might be sated for the night. I closed my eyes as her voice filled the room, noting that it was some babbling about how good I was. She wanted to spend the night and I smirked at those words. No woman spent the night with me and they were lucky if they saw me ever again.

  “No sleepovers. I told you at the bar that I don’t do that.” I assured her with my eyes still closed. “I’ll get you a ride home if you need it, but you’re not staying.”

  This wasn’t even where I lived. It was an apartment that I invested in a while back that I used depending on what part of LA I was partying in. My main place was a condo in the Hollywood Hills that only a few friends visited from time to time.

  The woman grudgingly agreed to that once I made it clear that I wasn’t going to bend, and I got her a bottle of water before calling a car out to pick her up. I paid with one of my credit cards and let her sit down on the couch while she waited, dressed in some workout shorts as I sipped a beer.

  She offered me her number once I told her that the car was here, and I declined it. I didn’t do dates or relationships. I locked the door behind her and glanced at the beer as I decided to stay here tonight. I had a few apartments all over town since I was doing very well in the adult film industry and could afford it.

  I walked back to the bedroom and dropped into the sheets that were all over the place as I switched on the flat screen TV. Other than the fact that it smelled like sex in here, the encounter was already out of my mind. She was just a means to an end. I worked in a place where sex happened frequently and the whole thing didn’t affect me too much.

  I fell asleep to a late-night show and woke up on my own late in the morning. I didn’t have to be on set until this afternoon and slowly showered and dressed in some extra clothes to go and grab some lunch. I chose to do that closer to my main house and walked into a restaurant, looking around to see that there were plenty of tables at this late hour.

  The hostess smiled brightly when she saw me, and I leaned against the podium and asked her for a small table that was a little private, if possible. She nodded as she blinked slowly, and I glanced up as a pretty waitress picked up a menu and openly looked me over. The hostess repeated my request and the dark-haired woman holding the menu nodded and winked at me. She turned on her heel and headed across the room as I followed, checking out her ass as we walked. I glanced over at a table where a woman with caramel curls was sitting with a tablet, focused on something on the screen. A phone rang in front of her and she picked it up and started discussing a house in the hills as I assumed that she was a real estate agent. She had that look about her with a dark gray power suit on and a flawless face that made me take a longer look.

  She was too clean for me, but I could look. I walked to my table and sat down as the waitress handed me the menu and asked me what I’d like to drink. I asked for iced tea to bring me to life, knowing that drinking and then driving to the studio was a bad idea. I already had a bad reputation and getting in trouble for anything was a bad idea. I sat back and read the entrees, deciding on a sandwich as she brought me a full glass of tea. I ordered, and she jotted it down before shyly mentioning that I looked familiar. I knew that my blue eyes were an attention getter to begin with, but I also had dark brown hair that had that popular messy look. Girls loved it.

  “You do? That tells me a lot about you, sweetheart.” I grinned broadly at her as she stared thoughtfully at me. “If you’ve seen me enough to recognize me, you’d be familiar with a lot more than just my face. You’re a good egg.”

  Her mouth dropped opened as she let my words sink in, blushing and walking away from the table quickly as I chuckled to myself. So many more people watched porn than would actually admit to it, whether it was with a partner or on their own. I made a mint from my videos and live feed that I did from one of the apartments sometimes. I was living the life. I sat back and fucked around on my phone for a bit, keeping up with my social media pages as I waited for lunch. I had one on each of the platforms that updated fans of my work that I mostly kept up with, though I had my assistant Bree to step in when I got too busy.

  I felt someone approaching and looked up to see the waitress coming with my food. She set the plate down without making eye contact and I considered flirting with her until I noticed the woman from before walking towards us with a large purse pressed to her body as she spoke softly on the phone.

  She sold houses. There was no doubt about it as she passed me while I took in her curvy body in the professional outfit.

  The waitress disappeared as I stared at the agent, still talking on the phone as she laughed throatily into the phone. She walked into a hallway and I glanced at the sign to see that it held the restrooms, considering meeting her in there. I could imagine sliding that tight skirt up and bending her over the sink before I drove myself inside of her. It made my cock press against my shorts as I groaned and reached for my drink.

  I watched her leave, getting into a fancy Range Rover before leaving the parking lot. I didn’t know what it was about her, but I smiled as she left, figuring that I’d never see her again.

  CHAPTER 2

  Leila

  I drove out of the parking lot to show another house to Nan. She was a wealthy client, so I was willing to work with her, but she ran me ragged. She was being meticulous over the new house that she was buying for her and her new boy toy, Cameron. Nan was over fifty, though she wouldn’t confirm that for me and getting a divorce from a bank executive. Her new boyfriend Cameron was thirty and he hit on me at the last house I showed the two of them. It was laughable.

  I pulled into the hills and followed my navigator to the mansion, pulling into the long, winding driveway. Nan was there, standing outside of her new Jaguar and talking on the phone as she giggled. Fucking hell.

  I smiled and parked, getting out of my car to walk over to her. She was a beautiful woman but there was nothing genuine about her, body, or mind. She acted every moment of the day, as far as I was concerned.

  “Ready to see it?” I asked her as she ended the call and slipped it into her designer purse. I gently tossed a random curl over my shoulder and unlocked the door using the new app on my brand-new iPhone, smiling at how far technology had come in the last few years. I walked in and let her wander past me into the massive foyer, her heels clicking on the marble floors. This house had six bedrooms and was a total of ten thousand square feet and I had no clue why she needed something this size for her and one other person. The soon-to-be-divorced couple had no children and she was walking away with a mint, so I assumed she wanted to spend all of it.

  It was an interesting job selling real estate in the city of Los Angeles.

  I told her to take a look, preferring to let the clients see the houses on their own. I wasn’t a fan of following them to point things out and I made my way to the kitchen as I looked around the empty house. It was pretty, but I preferred my two-bedroom apartment that overlooked the Santa Monica Pier. It was small, but I loved the ocean and my surroundings there. I was blessed that I was doing well enough to afford such a cute place and reminded myself to stop being judgmental of a woman that was going to hand me thousands of dollars once she got a house. What did I care that she didn’t need it?

  I wandered across the floor and unlocked the sliding glass door, stepping outside as I breathed in the air outside. It certainly wasn’t the cleanest but there was a nice breeze today that I couldn’t help but enjoy. The backyard offered a large pool and spa combo and massive grassy area, along with the part that I was in that had a huge BBQ and dining area.

  I thought about living somewhere with this backyard with a family. There was no use to even buy something like this without kids. I was only twenty-five, but I’d been betrayed by a long-term boyfriend back home in Carlsbad. I wasn’t looking for anyone at all right now. I was focused on work and I glanced back at the house, knowing that Nan would be taking a while.

  I heard my phone chime and glanced at it to see a blessed text fr
om my best friend back home. I loved talking to Viv any chance I got, and I responded to her message with a text of my own. She was still in Carlsbad running a successful art gallery that featured some of her own amazing work and I was beyond proud of her.

  We talked about work and the latest artist that she was sleeping with while I waited for Nan. He was a few years younger than her twenty-eight years but an amazing human, according to Vivian. I knew that it wouldn’t last because things with her generally didn’t when it came to relationships. I was the timid one that was scared to jump into a relationship from one bad experience and she just danced from one man to the next. We were different all around, but I couldn’t live without her free spirit and mind in my life. I was just planning a weekend there when I heard the sliding glass door, telling her that I’d call her later. I turned to Nan and asked how she liked the house, longing to leave her right there in the driveway and find her another agent.

  “It didn’t have the master bath that I’m looking for. I want a bigger tub and shower.” Her face couldn’t show her emotions that her voice conveyed because of the work she had done, but I understood it. I’d seen the bathroom. It had amazing sunken tub and shower big enough for three and to me, it would be a dream bathroom. In fact, my bathroom would fit inside of it with room to spare. What the hell did she want?