BENCHED

by Abigail Graham

  “Mom?” Carrie asks. “Why are you crying?”

  “I’m not, I have something in my eye.”

  I swipe at my cheeks and Alex grins at me.

  Good God, the food is good. He really is talented at this. I eat more tonight than I have in a week, until I’m too stuffed to do anything but walk out to the couch and flop.

  Alex does the dishes with Carrie and they both join me, seated on either side with me in the middle. Alex rests his big arm around my shoulders and I settle into his side.

  I don’t even care what they watch, I feel so warm and whole like this.

  When Carrie is starting to droop, I get up and lead her upstairs. Alex isn’t far behind, sensing I’m going to drop soon myself.

  When we’re in my room, he steps up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, dipping to kiss my shoulder.

  “I’m tired,” I complain.

  “I’ll do all the work.”

  I yelp as he picks me up off the flood and dumps me on the bed, giggling as I thrash in playful mock-struggle. He yanks my jeans and underwear down and throws them aside, then unbuttons my shirt as I pull at his hands.

  He yanks it open and his hands skim up my stomach to cup my breasts, and I go still and quiet, afraid if I make too much noise I’ll have to explain to my daughter what all the racket was. Lying just about naked on the bed, I can’t slow my breath or my heartbeat.

  Alex stands and strips, slowly. He starts by undoing his belt, theatrically using both hands. I watch him work, licking my lips, fingering the sheets under my palms as heat spreads between my legs. When he slides off his belt, his pants sag. I can see them almost hanging on his hard cock. He then pulls off his shirt, revealing his chiseled stomach, then his massive chest and broads shoulders as he yanks it over his head and throws it aside. His pants fall to his ankles and he steps out of them.

  He’s enormous. All of him. I shrug out of my shirt and crawl to the edge of the bed, grab his hips, and lean on him, kneeling. I need to taste him. He shudders as I flick his nipple with my tongue, kiss his chest, lick his stomach, working my way down.

  I scoot forward and drop my butt to sit on the edge of the bed, holding his cock in my hands. I don’t have much of a chest but I squeeze my breasts together with my arms and rub his hot, hard cock between them. From the way he shudders and puts his hand on my shoulders, he likes that.

  Gingerly, Alex uses his big fingers to brush my loose hair out of my face. Then he lightly grips the back of my neck with one hand and his shaft with the other and pushes his cock into my mouth. A thrill shoots through my body, like a splash of cold water as my mouth fills with the taste of his sweat and skin. I like the way he doesn’t wait for me to suck him. His hand falls away, but he still holds me by the back of my neck, gently rocking his hips to pull and push his cock through my lips and over my tongue.

  I close my eyes and lean in, taking him deeper. He shudders in a full body convulsion and his hand tightens for just a moment on the back of my neck as his thick member pushes down my throat. I grasp his hips and pull as I lean into it, my breath burning in my chest. I want to cough and gag but I don’t stop until I open my eyes and feel his stomach against my nose, his hot hard balls against my chin.

  I draw back slowly, suck in as much air as I can, and do it again.

  “Holy shit,” he groans.

  When I take him as deeply, just for a moment, he holds me close and pumps his hips, fucking my throat. It feels incredible. I hug his legs until I can’t stand it and wriggle loose, coughing a little as I struggle to breath.

  I’m so horny, I can’t stand it. I don’t have to stand it. He grabs my arms and twists me around to flop on my stomach on the edge of the bed, with my legs hanging over, down. I go limp as he thrusts his finger inside me and pumps, gently stroking my already wet pussy to prepare me for his much thicker cock.

  He keep his finger in my body while he bends forward and puts his lips on the small of my back. He kisses in a hot slick line up the middle of my back, stopping between my shoulder blades to go back down my body with agonizing slowness.

  My head shoots up from the bed as his mouth and tongue caress the curve of my body just above my ass, and then I feel his tongue on my butt.

  “What are you--”

  “Quiet,” he growls.

  He punctuates the command with a sharp slap to my ass. I jerk, my body convulsing around his finger. I want his cock, I need him inside me. I grind back against him, but he pull his hand back, refusing to do more than tease me. Then he pins me down with his hand on my back and quickly pumps his finger inside me until I moan, only to slowly pull it back and forth again, stroking me.

  “Stay still and be quiet,” he whispers.

  He nods and then I feel his mouth on me again, on my ass, working towards the middle, toward…

  He kisses me between my cheeks. I whimper at the feeling, the wetness and heat of his tongue. A second big thick finger enters my pussy as he begins to tongue my ass, threatening to enter me there too. I tense and arch on the bed and let out a little ah sound.

  I hear a pop as he licks his finger on his other hand, and groan as it slowly enters my ass. He moves both hands together, and the sensation is so intense, it makes my eyes tear up and sweat pop on my back. I’m suddenly cold all over, my legs twitching.

  He pulls his fingers out of my body, puts his hand on my back, and grasps his cock, guiding it inside me. I flinch as he enters. It’s so much bigger and thicker than even two of his fingers. I shudder on the bed, the strain of my body opening for his shocking size too much for me to handle and lie still.

  He puts both hands on my hips and pulls me into him, burying himself to the root and stands to his full height.

  In the mirror, I see myself lying on the bed, flushed and sweaty, and glimpse his thick shaft, wet with my desire, sliding in and out of my body. The craving grows inside me as I watch. I know these slow deep strokes are only the warm up and he’s going to fuck the hell out of me when he feels like I’m nice and open and ready for him.

  I like to watch. I like to watch the power in him, the flexing of his huge muscles, how much bigger he is. He looks over, and grins in the mirror.

  “You like watching.”

  I nod.

  “I like looking down and seeing my cock fill you.”

  He thrusts into me harder, and I round my back and squirm under his hand as the pressure fills my body. It feels so good.

  I gasp as his hand skims from my hip and over my ass. He slaps my backside hard, and I jerk as my muscles tighten around him.

  “Fuck,” he growls, softly.

  Before I can answer him, he twists my hair into a ponytail in his hand and pulls, arching me back toward him. The sensation floods my body. I feel the tug on my scalp but it’s more than that, I feel held… controlled. Owned.

  He pushes his thumb in my ass as he fucks me, and I flinch and quiver around him. My feet rise from dangling off the bed and caress his thighs as he takes his pleasure from my body, rougher with each stroke. He goes from tugging my hair to gripping the back of my neck.

  I surrender completely, gripping the sheets hard in quivering fists as pleasure quakes through my body. It feels so good. He leans over me, plants his hands on the bed, and thrust into my body harder and harder, faster and faster.

  As Alex ducks down on top of me, I rise up on my hands, more actively throwing my body into him to meet his thrusts, grinding against him every time he bottoms out and fills me.

  He grabs my hips and lifts me bodily onto the bed, flopping on top of me to pin me with his weight. Locking his arms around me, he pins mine to my sides and rolls so he spoons into me from behind, brings his legs up, and goes from fast, long strokes to short, deep ones, his hips pumping rapidly as his whole body shakes.

  My rasping breaths come in time with his. It’s like we share one body, joined together through the heat of our touch. It’s like melting. I cry out softly before I stifle it with my hand as the shaking
pleasure clenches in my body.

  Alex holds me tightly and kisses my cheek, my shoulder.

  “Come in me,” I whisper, “Come in me, right now, please.”

  He locks his arms around my body, and then starts really fucking me. All I can do is ride, hold on, and try to stay quiet, straining not to make any noise. It’s like drifting away. I’m outside my body, buffeted back and forth by waves of sensation.

  He drives into me and I feel him climaxing, his cock throbbing as he holds it deeply inside, filling me. It drives me over the edge and I thrash against him in pained silence. It feels like I’m coming apart, uncoiling, bursting through my own skin.

  When he’s done he holds me still, his cock buried deeply in me. We lay unmoving. Alex’s roughness suddenly turns to tender touches, his fingers tracing fine, invisible patterns on my skin. I breathe out very slowly, the strength fading from my limbs.

  When he finally pulls out of me, he lifts me so I sit against his chest, still limp, and then lowers me back onto the pillows. I splay out, breathing deeply to take in his scent all over my body.

  He’s still hard. His cock is wet from being inside me, and hard as a rock. I muster the energy to spread my legs and give him an inviting look.

  How can he still move after all that? He rises over me on his hands and knees and gently enters me again. I almost can’t take it, and suck in a breath as he fills me again. After a few slow strokes, I’m ready for more.

  This time he’s gentle, stroking my head and gazing into my eyes as he slowly thrust into me in full body motions, drawing back and forward, kissing my cheeks and lips, his other hand wrapped around me to hold me close.

  The rise of my sensations is totally different. It comes slowly, peaks more softly, and stretches out into a long, slow burn that turns into a frantic heat as we both writhe together, our bodies intertwined. He grunts hard and pins me down to climax again, filling me once more. I hold him, feeling a strange vulnerability in him as I caress his shoulders and back, urging to give me all he has.

  Alex rolls onto his back, the whole bed undulating from the impact of his huge body landing on it.

  I shimmy over to him and curl up against his side. He brings his arm around me and his hand rests protectively on my hip.

  He falls asleep before I do. I watch his chest rise and fall in steady rhythm for a while before I turn over, scoot my ass up against his side, and use his arm for a pillow. In his sleep, he sweeps me closer in his arm, rolls onto his side, and covers me in his strength. His hand lightly cups my breast in his sleep; the other rests on my stomach.

  When I wake up, Alex stirs from his sleep. I turn and lie on my back and enjoy the feeling of being totally comfortable in my own skin with someone else, something I’ve never really felt before. Even then, Alex looks at me like it’s the first time he’s ever seen me naked, reverently studying my chest, caressing my skin.

  “I need to get ready for work.”

  The alarm will go off in half an hour. I don’t care. I haven’t had such a good sleep in years. I shimmy into my robe and head to the bathroom, take a brisk and cold shower and rush back.

  Alex is already up and walking around the room naked. I stop to admire him. He’s so handsome, it hurts, and his body is so beautiful it makes it hard to breathe. I can’t believe this man makes such rough and tender love to me, with such eagerness.

  He wraps himself in a towel, and when he returns I’m pulling on my underwear. Alex watches me dress, his cock stiffening under his towel.

  “I’m all cleaned up. We can’t go again yet.”

  “I’ll save it for later,” he says.

  He’s aroused by watching me dress. By the time I’m in full uniform, he’s standing at full attention, or at least part of him is. The rest is sitting in a side chair. I want nothing more than to take him in my mouth, but I have to take care of Carrie.

  “Can you control that thing? Carrie needs to get ready for school.”

  “Yeah,” he snorts.

  I meet my daughter in the kitchen. She waits patiently, assuming Alex will cook. When he comes down a few minutes later in sweats and a tank top, I see no sign of his monstrous boner, but he smirks at me anyway.

  “Looking very trim this morning, Officer Maguire.”

  I stick my tongue out at him, and Carrie giggles.

  This. This is good.

  Alex cooks breakfast, humming to himself while he works. Carrie devours her bacon and eggs, then hops up and almost walks to the car without limping.

  When she’s out of sight, Alex gives me an ass grab.

  I hop up and give him a kiss on the cheek.

  “See you after work,” I say.

  “Later, baby.”

  I pull the door shut and lock it. The walk to the car feels like walking on air. Carrie gives me a sly, knowing look, and it makes me smile even more.

  By the time I’ve dropped her at school and headed to the station to report in, I’m grinning. Bill gives me a side-eye as I head out to collect traffic tickets with not a care in the world.

  Chapter Eleven

  Alex

  Wow.

  Phoebe fucks like a wildcat. Tonight, I’m having her on top to see what she can do. I’ve never done that before, just go two straight rounds, but when she laid on her back and spread her legs, all sweaty and glowing from an orgasm I gave her, I couldn’t help myself.

  Sadness tugs in my chest as I watch her drive off with Carrie.

  While she’s gone, I run the laundry machine and move around the house. She’s neglected a lot of basic stuff. Cleaning. I feel absurd stretching those rubber gloves over my big hands, but I scrub down her bathroom and give her lawn one last mow for the year, it probably won’t need it again.

  It’s not a hot day, but I wore a heavy hoodie and got a good sweat going. Ordinarily I’d go for a run after, then hit the weights.

  Today I grab a bottled water from Phoebe’s stash, pop the top off, flop in her hammock, and drain half of it with one long pull. The only thing that could make a late fall afternoon with a cold drink more perfect is to have Phoebe in the hammock with me, just swaying back and forth. Maybe Carrie running around in the yard playing.

  That would be a life.

  My phone buzzes in my pocket. I swig more water and answer. It’s Lou.

  “I got great news, big guy. I’ve had the lawyers on the judge. This whole community service thing is way out of bounds. They threw around a bunch of lawsuit threats and appeal filings, made that prick judge’s life hell for a couple weeks. You’re off the hook. I practically had to skin my pecker in front of them in penance, but I talked the league into looking the other way and the team is desperate to--”

  “No.”

  “What?”

  “I said no, Lou. I’ll finish the season with the peewee team.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “Alex, you can get back in the game for this season. Need I remind you that if you can play, you are contractually obligated to do so? That’s the whole point of a contract. You’re required to put on your big boy pants and they’re required to pay you the yearly GDP of Venezuela.”

  I sway in the hammock. I look up at the trees. About half the leaves are down. It’s one in the afternoon, and I have to get to the field for practice soon. Phoebe will meet me there with Carrie. I might let her run a bit without her pads if her leg is up to it. Tonight I’ll make them another recipe from my mom’s cookbook that I never get to make. If Phoebe lets me, I’ll read Carrie a story tonight. Then I’ll go into the bedroom and lay on my back and pull Phoebe on my lap and hold her hips so she goes slow as she rides me.

  I’m going to do that over and over again. I never knew how badly I wanted that until I was here, experiencing it. Whatever thrill I get on the field is nothing compared to one look, one soft touch from my lover.

  “I said no. I quit.”

  “You can’t quit! If you quit, you don’t get paid.”


  “I got paid already. I’ve got sixteen million in the bank. I just signed a new contract. If I have to give a couple back, it’s worth it. Put my apartment up for sale. Never mind, give me the realtor’s name and I’ll do it myself. We’re done. You’re fired.”

  “What? What?” he shrieks into the phone. “Do you have any idea what I had to do, you ungrateful prima donna bastard? Your dumb lunk ass would be playing a low rent Magic Mike in a nudie bar if I didn’t get you a fucking career. You think you’re special? I can find ten slabs of beef with more balls than brains on any street corner--”

  “Good, go make one of them play football. It’s over. I quit.”

  I hit the button and hang up on him. Then I toss my phone on the grass, knock back the rest of that water, and lie back to let my head stop thinking. I’ve been working with Eddie on refining the playbook for the kids. I don’t really care if they win, and neither does he, but they care so much. I have a hard time stopping myself from laughing when they bump into each other and flop on the turf.

  This is good. This is life.

  About two, I head inside and shower, put on a polo and khakis, lock up the house, and drive to the field. Eddie is waiting, and the kids are milling around waiting for the stragglers to show up. Carrie and Phoebe are already lounging in the bleachers.

  After practice, I meet them coming down from their seats.

  “I want to play tomorrow,” Carrie announces.

  Phoebe gives me dagger eyes.

  “I need to see you practice a bit first, squirt. I know you’re eager, but you need to be all healed up. Next week we play your uncle’s team again. I want you in that game. We’re going to win.”

  She beams at the thought of that. Tough kid.

  Phoebe takes her hand, and Carrie offers me the other one. She has to stick it almost straight up, but I take it.

  I feel weird. All… soft. Phoebe changed out of her uniform. She looks gorgeous even in mom-jeans and a hoodie, her natural beauty shining through, brightened by her smile.