Friends with Benefits

by Amy Brent

  “I want to suck your cock. Please.”

  His eyes shot up to me and darkened in an instant. He hovered over my pussy, blowing light streams of air that had me hissing with delight. I watched as he maneuvered himself over me, his cock touching the tip of my lips as his mouth hovered over my pussy. His knees positioned beside my head as his hands held my knees back, spreading me even wider for him as I parted my lips.

  I gagged on the thickness of his cock reaching the back of my throat as he slowly lapped at my pussy.

  Together, we moaned. Together, we writhed. Together we threw each other into places of ecstasy neither of us knew existed. I loved this man. I loved everything about him, and all I wanted to do was make him feel good.

  All I wanted to do was make him come so hard his head spun.

  My hands gripped his chiseled ass cheeks as his hips began rolling into my face. Spit started dripping down my cheeks, and my pussy started leaking down my ass crack. I could feel him massaging my legs. Caressing my skin while his tongue devoured my clit. He sucked and flicked and swayed, pressing in and ghosting over its tip. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my throat closed down onto his cock, and in an instant, I was coming on his face.

  I felt him shaking on top of me as he hummed into my pussy.

  His cock muffled my cries of love for him as I felt his hot come jet down the back of my throat. I dug my fingernails into his body, pulling him as deep as I could get him while spit ran down my neck. He buried his face between my legs, lapping me up as our orgasms wracked our bodies.

  But when we finally stopped trembling with our pleasure, he slid his still-hard cock from between my lips.

  I laid there as I swallowed down the mixture of spit and pre-come still sitting in my cheeks. I heaved for air as Mason crawled off me, and I could feel his arms pulling me into his lap. He sat with his back against the couch, his lips covering my neck and chest in kisses as I tried to catch my breath.

  My head was still spinning even as he slid his cock deep into my throbbing pussy.

  “Oh, Sarah,” he said, groaning. “You look ravishing.”

  Our foreheads connected, and we couldn’t take our eyes off one another. His large hands planted firmly on my hips, and he helped me roll just the way he wanted while we breathed each other’s air. The droplets of sweat mingled with Mason’s come slid down my body, dripping off my nipples as his hands clamped down into my skin. His darkened stare was full of want for me, and the moment I finally found my strength, I connected our lips once again.

  I bounced in his lap, covering him in my juices as they coated his skin. My hands braced against the couch cushions behind him, providing me with leverage as his body shook. He filled me in ways I could’ve never dreamed of, hitting spots that shook me and pull wails of passion from my throat.

  His arms had never held me so tight as he clung to me, his hips pounding up into my pussy as I rode his thick dick.

  I collapsed into his lap in a fit of breaths as I tried to regain my strength. He picked me up, his hands grasping my ass, before he walked me over to the window. My back hit the cold glass and I squealed in surprise, but his lips soon covered mine as his cock began to move within me.

  “There is no woman on this planet that’s ever done to me what you do,” he said.

  I threw my arms around his neck and clung to him as he pressed me deeper into the glass. His hands planted firmly on either side of my body while my legs clung to him, and all I could do was hang on for the ride. His massive cock pumped deep within me, his hips pushing me up a mountain I didn’t think was possible. My body was already shaking, and my lips were covering him in kisses. My teeth nipped at his beautiful muscles while his tan skin pressed against every inch of my body. I could feel his strong chest sliding against my sensitive nipples, throwing electrical sensations all around my body as I moaned into the crook of his neck.

  But when I felt that heated pulse begin again behind my pelvis, I raised my gaze and connected my stare with his.

  “I love you, Mason. I love you so much,” I said, whispering.

  He stopped, just for a moment while his eyes searched mine. He thrust, keeping our gazes connected as I gasped in pleasure. Slowly but surely, he started up his pace again, our eyes never leaving one another’s as he pounded harder and harder into me.

  “Keep your eyes on me,” he said. “I want to see your pleasure wash over them.”

  “Fuck, Mason. The things you do to me,” I said.

  “Trust me, I know.”

  He fucked me against the glass as my juices dripped down, and I could feel my thighs slick with our arousal and the sweat from our bodies. As his cock hit behind my clit from the inside, all I could do was lay weakened against the glass. His rock-solid body was pressed into me, working for my pleasure. I felt his dick throbbing against my walls.

  “I want you to cum with me, Sarah. Come with me now.”

  I whimpered and gasped as he thrust deeper and deeper into me. I kept my eyes on him, as hard as it was, and the moment I felt my body finally give way, I heard a dark chuckle seep from his lips.

  “That’s it. Let it wash over you. Let it take you to places you’ve never been before.”

  My body went limp against the window while his cock poured into me for a second time. His face pressed into the crook of my neck, groaning as the imprint of our bodies connected together fused to the glass. I felt him kissing. Nipping. Biting. Marking. I threw my arms around his neck as our bodies slid to the floor, still connected with one another. When my eyes fluttered open, my gaze was met with the flushed, smiling face of the man I’d come to love.

  “Stay with me tonight,” he said.

  “Didn’t we technically agree to take a break from one another?” I asked.

  “Don’t keep me away from you anymore, Sarah. Just let me be next to you,” he said.

  His words were so heartfelt, and there was so much hurt behind his eyes. I pulled myself from his lap, the soaking wet sound making us both chuckle slightly before our mixture dripped down my legs. I saw Mason’s expression grow curious as he looked toward my pussy, and as his hands traveled up the sides of my legs, I felt every atom in my body give itself over to him.

  “If you say yes,” he said as he approached my pussy, “you might get a little treat.”

  “Oh,” I said breathlessly. “That-that feels …”

  “Good?” he asked as he kissed my pussy lips.

  “I guess I could spare an evening,” I said.

  He lightly licked my pussy lips as I heard him moan.

  “You should taste us together,” he said. “It’s a wonderful combination.”

  I giggled as he rushed up my body and scooped me up into his arms

  “Why don’t we venture on into the bedroom?” he asked as he walked me toward the stairs. “We might find a bit more comfort collapsing onto a mattress instead of a hardwood floor.”

  “Don’t we have a mess to clean up?” I asked. “I feel like we might’ve made a mess.”

  “That can wait until tomorrow,” he said as he started up the steps. “Right now, you’re the only thing I’m concerned about.”

  I clung to him as we made our way into his bedroom. The door shut behind us with a thud as he slowly lowered me to his bed, my black hair flaring out on the pillow. He hovered over me. I could see the marks I’d already left on his body rising to the surface, and I smiled while my fingertips danced over each and every one of them.

  “I love you, Sarah,” he said, looking into my eyes.

  “I love you, too, Mason.”

  Chapter 34

  Mason

  “Are you sure you’re not weirded out that I have a kid?”

  Her breathless question came after her body finally settled down after her third orgasm. Her entire body was quaking by the time I was done devouring her swollen pussy, and I held her as close as I could get her.

  “I’m sure,” I said.

  “I mean, I have a son out there so
mewhere with my DNA and my looks running around and living his life.”

  “Sounds like it bothers you more than it bothers me,” I said. “Do you want to talk about it?”

  “It’s just …”

  She turned in my arms, and I craned my neck down, so I could see her. Her beautiful stare was still hazy from our encounter, but her body was steady as she tangled her legs with mine. I could see her lazy thoughts racing around in her mind, and I planted a long, warm kiss on her forehead to try and settle her thoughts.

  “Take your time. We’ve got all night,” I said.

  “I always thought I would be a decent mother, right?” she asked. “And I had that opportunity. But instead, I gave him away. Does that make me a bad mother?”

  “Could you have provided for him?” I asked.

  “No. I had no job.”

  “Could you have given him a stable home?” I asked.

  “Not by a fucking long shot,” she said.

  “Does he have those things now?” I asked.

  “The adoption agency assured me he would,” she said breathlessly.

  “Then you did the best thing a mother could do for her child, Sarah. You provided him with the life you knew he needed to succeed, no matter the cost to you. That’s what a mother does.”

  I felt her squeeze me tightly, and I could feel her tears dripping onto my skin. I showered the top of her head with kisses, trying to get her to calm down while her emotions overwhelmed her body. It had been a long and intense past few days, and I felt honored that she felt comfortable enough baring her soul like this with me, in front of me.

  While I could hold her and comfort her and kiss her.

  “Emma said something to me,” she said.

  “What did Emma say?” I asked.

  “She said something that made me think you might’ve gone to see your mom?” she asked.

  “How about this? We make tonight about you, and then tomorrow over breakfast in bed, we’ll talk about me.”

  “Promise?” she asked.

  “I promise. Sarah?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Have you ever told anyone this? Besides Emma, that is. About your son,” I said.

  “No. This is the first time I’ve ever told anyone besides her. Honestly, it’s the only time I ever wanted to.”

  “Thank you for telling me,” I said as I looked down at her. “It means a great deal that you let me in like that.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about your mother?” she asked.

  I wanted to make this moment all about her. Her emotions and how she was feeling. I wanted to hold her through everything and make her feel like I could be a safe place to fall. She was opening up in ways I could tell she never had before, but there was something deep inside that was yelling at me.

  Yelling at me to tell her.

  “Emma and I did go to see my mother,” I said.

  I watched her sit up as she turned her body fully toward me.

  “What happened?” she asked.

  “My mother has cancer,” I said. “Battling it for the second time.”

  “Oh, Mason. I’m so sorry.”

  “She’s withering away, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

  “What happened when you got there?” she asked as she cupped my cheek.

  “We talked. I found out so many things.”

  “Like what?” she asked.

  “She left because she was unhappy. Apparently, my father and she started having problems. Problems he didn’t want to fix with therapy or anything like that. She didn’t want to pull me out of school or yank me away from my friends, so she left me with my father, and they agreed to split everything fifty-fifty.”

  “Sounds like an impossibly hard decision for her,” she said.

  “She could only find a third-shift position working in a factory, which was why she never picked up the phone for me. She said she wrote me letters every morning and sent them off before she went to sleep, but I never fucking got any of them. Our guess is that my father was intercepting them and doing something with them.”

  “Have you called him?” she asked.

  “I can’t. Not right now. I’m still too … angry. I don’t want any more anger in this situation. Just the truth,” I said. “She admitted she could’ve done more. Sacrificed her sleep to come see me. Taken vacation time and taken us somewhere. But looking into your eyes and seeing the toll your sacrifice took on you, I can’t—”

  She leaned forward and kissed my lips softly as I tried to choke back tears of my own. My arms wrapped around her and pulled her close, rolling her on top of me as my face tucked right into the crook of her neck. I took in her scent as her lips traced over my skin, and I could feel my pent-up emotions bubbling to the top.

  I began to sob into her skin as years and years of questions and anger came pouring forth, and all Sarah did was hold me until I was finished.

  “Mason, I’m so proud of you. You went your entire life not knowing her. Now, you can get to know her. Stick around and spend time with her,” she said.

  “And you, too. I want to see you as much as I can,” I said as our eyes connected again.

  “You can see as much of me as you wish. There’s just one question.”

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “The media. Where do we go from here?”

  “I don’t give a shit about the media frenzy. All I want is to be with you. I just don’t want you suffering any more losses to your fan base or the reputation of your show by being seen with me.”

  “I couldn’t care less about any of that now if I wanted to,” she said. “I’m tired of sneaking around. I want you to be able to hold my hand while we walk down the street. I want to be able to kiss you on the streets of the city I love most. I want you to visit me at work and have no one get upset. I want you to surprise me in my dressing room. I want us to be able to cruise with the top down in Dallas and not feel weird about it.”

  She smiled, and my entire world lit up like the sun. I cupped her cheek and brought her lips back to mine as her body sank between my legs. She tasted of sweat and love and adoration, and the moment she pressed her cheek to my chest, I could feel her heave a sigh of relief.

  “I love you, Sarah,” I said, “and we’ll navigate this together.”

  “I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d want to navigate this with,” she said. “Except maybe Hugh Jackman.”

  “It’s always Hugh Jackman,” I said breathlessly. “What is it about that guy?”

  “It’s the Wolverine thing,” she said. “The claws and the muscles and the fighting and the strength. Oh, and the body hair.”

  “You like his body hair?” I asked.

  “It’s manly! Don’t shoot the messenger,” she said.

  “I don’t think that phrase means what you think it means,” I said, grinning.

  “Well, anyway. There’s your answer,” she said as she snuggled deep into my body.

  “I could grow body hair, you know,” I said.

  “Don’t you dare change a thing about yourself,” she said as she looked up at me. “I love you just the way you are.”

  We held each other all night as we slept the evening away. Our bodies kept finding one another’s as we gravitated toward each other’s heat, like two magnets desperately searching for their counterparts. I woke up with her softness beneath my fingers and her light snores landing in my ear, and as I looked at her, I saw the rest of my life etched in her relaxed features.

  I was in love with Sarah Williams, and I wanted her by my side forever.

  Epilogue

  Sarah

  One Year Later

  “Come on, Sarah! Get up! I wanna go shopping!”

  I groaned as I listened to Emma shout out into my apartment. She’d had a key to my place forever, but she rarely ever used it. We preferred her townhome because it snuck back into a cozy little place where the paparazzi could never find us. But this morning was different.

>   This morning, she was intent on ruining me.

  “What time is it?” I asked.

  “Ten in the morning. Get up. I’ve got you coffee. Throw on some deodorant and perfume and let’s get going.”

  “Oh, no. I’m showering first,” I said.

  “No, you’re not,” she said as she thrust a cup of coffee into my hand. “Come on. You’ve got thirty minutes.”

  “I could shower in five,” I said.

  “We all know that’s a boldfaced lie. Come on.”

  She dragged me out of the house thirty minutes later and tossed me into her car. I knew I promised her we’d spend the day together, but I figured the day wouldn’t start until our usual time. Emma was never out of bed before eleven in the morning, so there was a part of me that was wondering what the fuck was going on.

  “Come on. This store’s got a sale going on,” she said.

  After a couple of stores and one more cup of coffee, I started to wake up. We dipped into jewelry stores and clothing stores. We went into a candle store and came out with headaches that prompted us to slip into a drug store. We stopped for lunch and had wonderful sandwiches before getting smoothies to go. Then we decided to pamper ourselves and get our feet done.