by Luke Young
FRIENDS WITH EXTRA BENEFITS
A Friends With… Benefits Novel
LUKE YOUNG
Copyright © Luke Young, 2012
All rights reserved.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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V1.2
ALSO BY LUKE YOUNG
SHRINKAGE (Excerpt Included)
The Friends With… Benefits Series:
FRIENDS WITH PARTIAL BENEFITS
FRIENDS WITH FULL BENEFITS
FRIENDS WITH MORE BENEFITS
FRIENDS WITH EXTRA BENEFITS
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Acknowledgements
I’d like to thank the following individuals for their help and support:
Brea Brown, my amazingly helpful editor. She improved this book immeasurably, and I am eternally grateful for her incredible hard work.
Howard Alperin, my college roommate and good friend of twenty-seven years. His assistance for the courtroom and legal sections of the story was much appreciated.
Kaisha Simpson, Cindi Mitchell and Laci Paige, fans of the series, and readers of early drafts who helped improve this book with their insightful suggestions.
Table of Contents
Friends With Extra Benefits
Shrinkage Excerpt
1
Brian Nash walked out of the bathroom wearing only boxer shorts. Glancing to the bed, he found it empty. He shook his head confused then turned to discover his new wife, Jillian, sitting naked in their sex swing—a wedding gift courtesy of Victoria. His favorite gift by far.
He headed toward her and scoffed. “Hey, I thought you weren’t getting in that. And didn’t you say you were tired?”
She smiled. “I got a second wind… and I’ve been kinda mean to you lately, and this is just my way of starting to make it up to you.”
He painted on a frown. “You have been really short with me and so preoccupied with all this lawsuit crap.”
“I know. I’m really sorry.”
“I think it’s going to take a little more than one go around in the swing to make up for—”
“Shut-up, get over here and lick me.” Jillian shot out as she glared at him.
Brian raised his eyebrows in mock offense.
She smiled, spread her legs wide and ran a finger slowly between her legs. “I mean… Brian, please use your amazing tongue on my pussy.”
He rushed over to her while licking his lips. “God, I love you… I kind of like when you order me around during sex, but you should really try to be in a better mood when we’re not having sex, too.”
Smiling sweetly up to him, she said, “I promise I’ll work on it.”
“Whenever you start to think about the lawsuit, think about my penis instead.”
“I’ll try.” Jillian licked her lips as she dipped a finger inside her juicy folds. He stared down at her, admiring the sight in a near trance-like state.
She glared impatiently up at him. “What the hell are you waiting for? Lick me now!”
He snapped out of it, grinned, and then moved closer to her. Jillian’s legs rested comfortably on the harness supports and her pussy was incredibly accessible in the leather contraption. He ripped down his boxer shorts, and his nearly-hard cock sprang before her.
She whispered, “Uhhh… maybe I want you inside me first.”
He shook his head no. “I’m tasting that sweet pussy; then maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll give you the full treatment.”
Her mouth dropped open. She enjoyed when he took charge, as well. Brian reached up, quickly unhooked one of the ropes and yanked hard. Jillian’s body rose quickly. He stopped pulling when her gorgeous parts were right in line with his face.
She sighed, a little dizzied. “Wow. How the hell did you—”
He raised his eyebrows. “I’ve been reading the manual.”
She grinned as Brian secured the rope. He pushed her legs further apart then shoved his tongue between them.
“Oh my,” Jillian groaned. Her eyes rolled back in her head as his tongue slowly explored her delicious folds.
After nearly a minute, he pulled his head back. “This is awesome. No neck pain. I could lick you for hours like this.”
She gave him a sad look. “Don’t stop now.”
He obeyed her request then after almost ten minutes, she came hard, and wave after wave of orgasmic pulses flowed through her. He moved to her thighs and placed tiny kisses over them while she slowly recovered.
She gasped. “Please… lower me. Put it in… I need it.”
Grinning, he slowly lowered her until she was in line with his throbbing erection. He secured the ropes, and then carefully slipped inside her. Nodding breathlessly, she stared up at his face. “I love your cock.”
He said, “I want to put it in your mouth after. I want you to taste how delicious you are.”
She licked her lips. “I want you to cum in my mouth. Will you save it for me?”
Brian nodded as he began slowly pumping in and nearly all the way out of her. He gently held her legs, as she remained suspended in the swing while they continued to make love. Reaching out, Jillian put her hands on his chest. She felt the muscles in his chest straining and wandered to one of his nipples, squeezing it hard.
Faster and faster, he moved inside of her. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of him filling every inch of her, while she sat in the swing, feeling almost weightless.
It went on and on until he hit just the right spot. Then her eyes opened wide for only a moment before slamming shut as the huge orgasm swept through her loins. Jillian squeezed the ropes even harder as he kept going. Her eyes rolled back in her head as either an aftershock of the first orgasm or a second mini-climax rippled through her. She wasn’t sure which, nor did she care.
He held still, pressed as far inside of her as he could go. She opened her eyes and stared at him for a moment before glancing down to their connection, nodding breathlessly and licking her lips.
Pulling away from her, he stepped between the ropes to move closer to her face. Jillian leaned back and held the ropes while he brought his erection to her mouth. She opened wide, and he slipped inside. She groaned. He began pumping slowly between her lips. Moving one hand to his balls, she squeezed them gently. His head tilted toward the ceiling as he moaned loudly. She kept on pleasing him as he tensed every muscle in his legs, desperately fighting to push it out.
She felt him throb between her lips, then the first gush exploded into her mouth. Cringing, she pulled her mouth from him and finished him with her hands.
He stared down at her face, half in shock and half in ecstasy, as she spit out and then wiped his semen from her lips.
“Hey, what was that?” he asked.
“What?”
“Um… the ‘cum in my mouth’ stuff. You—”<
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She grinned up at him while still gently massaging his erection with both hands. “Sometimes you say things in the heat of passion that you don’t really mean.” She ran her tongue around her mouth with a grimace. “Have you ever tasted that stuff? It’s not that great… especially today.”
“I did eat a lot of spicy food at the wedding.”
“Maybe if you went on an all-pineapple diet, I would really do it.”
He smiled. “But you know…” He shut his mouth as she began running her hands over him more forcefully. He sighed. Then after composing himself, he grinned. “This is no way to begin a marriage.”
“Really?”
Fighting to keep a straight face, he added, “You, uh, you sit on a swing of lies.”
She struggled to hold back a chuckle, and they shared a smile.
She widened her eyes. “How’s this for a way to begin a marriage?” She quickly pulled him back into her mouth.
He groaned loudly. “Yeah, this is… a great way…”
Reaching up, Brian took hold of the ropes with both hands. He closed his eyes and drifted away in complete ecstasy as the pleasure continued.
Jim arrived at Caroline’s dorm at just about the time Jillian was begging Brian to help get her the hell out of that ‘thing’. Jim used his key and found the lights out. He saw her in bed, smiled and then stripped down to his boxers and slipped under the covers next to her. Exhausted, he took a deep breath as he struggled to get comfortable.
Pretending to be asleep, Caroline, not wearing a thing, lay on her stomach. She groaned with mock sleepiness when Jim placed his hand on her back. She grinned when he moved his hand lower. When he found his fingers resting on the delicious curve of her naked ass, his heart rate increased. He felt the heat rising inside him as blood rushed to his groin. She moaned as he cupped her ass cheeks gently. Slipping on top of her, he kissed her shoulder. She feigned waking up and whispered groggily, “Jim.”
“Yes.”
“I missed you.”
He kissed her neck. “I missed you, too.”
“You body feels so good.”
“How’s your…”
“Oh, it’s ok I think, but you can check if you want.”
He grinned as he slipped down toward her ass. She spread her legs. Her pussy was very wet. She wanted him badly. He began lightly kissing her cheeks, and she responded by shimmying her hips and moaning softly.
He put his chin between the cheeks of her ass and whispered, “You smell great.”
“Yeah, I took a bath. I wish you—” She lost her train of thought when he placed a gentle kiss between her cleft.
He pulled up and asked, “Are you sure you’re ok?”
“You can kiss it to make it better… if you want.”
Spreading her cheeks with his hands, Jim moved his lips lower to her. After exploring her parts with his tongue, she begged him to put it in. He didn’t need to be asked twice and slowly kissed his way up her back then slipped inside her. He put his head beside hers and she turned to kiss him. Their mouths connected with their tongues stretching to play together as he began slowly pumping into her.
She whispered breathlessly, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He lifted his upper body away from her and went up on his toes. She adjusted her hips lower to get even more stimulation where she needed it. She groaned loudly as he slid deeply into her with one long, slow stroke.
“Oh, Jim… harder.”
Following her command, Jim began pumping harder and harder. It went on and on, with him driving into her and Caroline rocking her hips up and down as her climax drew closer. Suddenly her orgasm was upon her, big and thunderous. Moments later he exploded, collapsing on her in a heap and kissing her shoulder gently as they both lay there recovering.
She said, “I was waiting for you.”
He nuzzled her neck and then whispered, “I could tell.”
2
Just as Jim was moving into the spooning position with Caroline, there was a knock at Rob’s door. He put on his best fake smile and let Bridget in. They shared a quick casual hug, and once he returned from the kitchen with a beer for each of them, they sat on the sofa next to one other.
“So how was the wedding?” she asked before taking a sip.
“It was good.”
“Just good… you were in paradise for Christ’s sake.”
“Sorry, it was beautiful. I mean after all the excitement. There was a fight and then another fight… oh, and then it rained really hard,” Rob admitted and then he guzzled half his beer.
“What the hell happened?”
“You didn’t see the TV coverage?”
“TV coverage?”
“Yeah, we—”
“Wait, why does this sound familiar? Wedding in St. Barts with a brawl. Is your mother… Jaclyn West?” Bridget’s face lit up.
“That’s her,” he muttered finding himself still, to this day, a little embarrassed to admit it.
“Seriously… I saw it. So the news said that girl Natalie dated her son, so you dated Natalie?” She stared at him waiting for his reply.
“Yep. That’s me.”
“Is she really that flexible?” she asked bright eyed.
Rob looked away and sighed.
“Is she?” Bridget repeated.
“Uh-huh,” he said, a little disinterested.
Bridget studied his face. “Why are you so depressed?”
“Depressed?”
“Is it the wedding?”
“No, I’m just tired.” Turning away from her, he grabbed the bag off the table, opened it and handed her the bracelet.
“You shouldn’t have bought me anything.” She glanced at the beautiful multicolored jeweled bracelet and smiled. “It’s gorgeous.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s just a little something I saw and thought…”
She studied the bracelet carefully. “This looks a little more expensive than fifty dollars.”
“I just… really it’s nothing. I want you to have it.”
“Thank you. Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Honestly?”
“Yeah.”
Rob said, “Well, I saw my ex-girlfriend with another guy tonight, and it just freaked me out. We’ve been broken up a while, but I don’t know.”
“You mean Natalie?”
“No another ex.”
“Oh, maybe she really isn’t with this guy. Maybe they’re just friends. How can you be sure?”
He said casually, “She had his, uh, penis in her mouth.”
She widened her eyes. “Well, I guess then you’re sure.”
They sat staring at each other for a moment. She smiled at him and asked hesitantly, “Was she your date for the wedding?”
“Yeah, but we weren’t back together or anything. She just agreed to go with me.”
She held the bracelet up as she asked, “Was this for her?”
He stared at her a moment, unsure how to respond. Then he nodded, embarrassed.
“I can’t accept it then.”
“Sorry. I’m an idiot. I call you, invite you over here and then act like I’m about to hang myself or something.”
Bridget gave him a sympathetic look. “Don’t worry about it. But really, I can’t—”
“No, it’s yours. I really want you to have it.”
“Are you sure?”
He nodded. “I think I need to get out of here. Do you want to go to a bar or something and get a real drink?”
“Yeah.”
Rob asked, “You mind if I take a shower first? I came right off the beach to the plane and I’ve been traveling all day. I’m pretty sure I smell like ass.”
She giggled. “You don’t, but go ahead.”
Two minutes later Bridget listened outside Rob’s door. She heard the water running in the shower and slipped inside his room, carrying a small black box. Rushing past the open doorway to the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of his bo
dy through the fogged glass shower doors. Bridget quickly searched the room until she located his wallet. She found the card key she was after and then slid it through the small black device in order to capture the magnetic strip code.
After replacing the wallet where she found it, Bridget headed toward the hall, stopping briefly to glance at Rob again. She did find him attractive but needed to maintain her distance. Looking down to his midsection, she could tell he was packing an impressive package. She took a deep breath and felt her pussy moisten a bit as she ran her tongue around her lips while she watched him soap his body.
Rob began washing his hair and his penis came into clear focus through the glass door. Sighing, Bridget stared down to it and drifted away while she leaned against the doorframe, caught in the midst of a fantasy of stripping off her clothes and popping in to help him wash.
The squeal from the faucet as Rob shut off the water launched her back to reality. Rushing to the living room, Bridget slumped down on the sofa and tried to remember the last time she’d experienced some good sex—or any sex for that matter. She couldn’t remember exactly but guessed she was sadly closing in on the one-year anniversary.
3
Over the next ten days, the newlyweds were tearing things up in the bedroom and at one point almost broke the sex swing. Both sore, they took a much-needed break. After recovering a few days later, Jillian was lying face down in bed, completely naked. It was the middle of the afternoon, and she was staring at document on the screen of her laptop computer. Lazily kicking her legs behind her with a cell phone to her ear, she said, “He should be back any minute.”
“Okay, now make sure you don’t deviate from the plan. I don’t want you screwing this up,” Victoria said.
“I won’t,” she replied while rolling her eyes. “We should be over in about an hour.”
“Great, I’m ready.”
Jillian paused with a frown then asked, “You don’t think were going too far this time do you?”
Victoria scoffed. “No, and remember, he brought this on himself. He’s the one who asked me to help him in St. Barts. Look, if he doesn’t take the bait now, then he’s off the hook. We agreed.”
“You’re right, but I just feel…” Jillian read a sentence from the screen, smiled, and then said, “This is pretty steamy stuff.”
