Jessica knew exactly where Ben was right now: tired of fighting a fight that seemed to have no end, tired of feeling depressed and angry all the time.
Which was why when she turned sixteen she decided to have some fun and enjoy life enough for both herself and her father.
A life she might have lost at age twenty if her dad hadn’t gotten to her apartment that day before she did.
Ben joined her on the sidewalk. “This is going to be fun.”
Jessica nodded and tried to smile, but the memories kept crowding in. She knew hard times personally now. She understood being scared and poor and desperate now. Ironically, all of those lessons had come once her father was gone.
She’d worked her butt off at school, for her siblings and to keep the center going. She’d finally gotten her dad’s message loud and clear.
Didn’t she deserve one night off?
She wasn’t trying to prove anything now.
She could handle it.
Probably.
Ben held the door open for her. As they stepped through the front door of the shop, a saleswoman—or rather a sales girl—instantly greeted them. She introduced herself by name but neither of them caught it. They were too busy looking at the nearly transparent slip of white material she wore.
She was beautiful and definitely had a body worth showing off, but…wow. The material was certainly not effective in providing modesty, nor would it ward off any cold drafts. Even the tiny pink rose on the left hip of her white thong underneath was easily identified.
“We could take one of those,” Ben said.
Jessica was impressed he could take his eyes off the girl, whatever her name was.
“Is there anything I can show you?” the girl asked.
“There’s more to see?” Jessica asked wryly.
Ben stifled a laugh and said, “I can tell you exactly how you can help us.” He handed the girl a fifty-dollar bill while explaining that he was buying Jessica an outfit as a gift, but that he needed her to try it on. He wondered if perhaps Jessica could wait in a dressing room while he picked something out and took it in to her. He added that he didn’t think they would need any help other than that.
The girl took the fifty and waved in the direction of the fitting rooms seemingly bored with them already. There was no one else in the store but the girl didn’t seem overly concerned about a commission or customer service surveys.
“You’re choosing the outfit?” Jess asked Ben when the girl was out of earshot.
“I have a feeling we might have different tastes in this instance,” Ben said with a smile, looking around like a kid in a candy store.
Jessica laughed. “Ben, there’s only one taste that we’re going to get here.”
Like any good specialty shop, the store focused its display space on what it did best, which in this case was to put very little material and very large price tags on hangers.
“We’ve got classy-slutty,” Jessica said, indicating the dresses to her left. “We’ve got fantasy-slutty.” She gestured toward the costumes like the pink bunny with the fluffy white cottontail on the butt, the bright red satin devil outfit and the classic French maid’s costume.
“And, of course, slumber-party-slutty,” she said, nodding toward the various pieces of sleepwear displayed a few feet away. Of course, sleeping was in no way an objective for someone wearing any of those.
Ben looked around the store with a large totally male grin. “I am going to be very happy here.”
Jessica sat on the plump upholstered chair, then paced across the relatively large dressing room and leaned back against the wall. That put her directly across from the mirror that took up an entire wall, which unnerved her, so she paced back to the chair and sat. In less than two minutes she was up pacing again. What was Ben doing out there?
At that moment, the door to the dressing room banged open. Jessica swung around to find Ben smirking triumphantly in the doorway, holding a shiny red gift bag that said, Tease on the front. “Are you ready?”
She had a very distinct feeling that she was, in no way, ready.
“Of course.”
He moved into the dressing room and the space, which she had been feeling was huge, suddenly shrunk dramatically. Not only that, but it got considerably warmer as Ben kicked the door shut behind him, locked it, then advanced on her, a predatory gleam in his eyes and a sexy grin on his face.
He stopped in front of her, looking down, studying her face. His hands stayed at his sides but she felt like he was touching her. Her body strained toward him.
“We’re doing this my way, Jessica.”
It was a blatant dare. She knew it and she knew that he knew she recognized it for what it was. She used to love playing Truth or Dare. And she always took the dares.
Her heart raced as she lifted her chin. This was Ben. If there was one thing she knew for certain it was that he was a good guy. He would not hurt her or endanger her. There was absolutely nothing to worry about, which meant that all she had to do was enjoy.
She could totally do that. In fact, she could hardly wait.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” she answered, moving in closer to him, but keeping her hands carefully by her side as well.
That seemed to further stoke the fire she saw in his eyes.
“Jessica,” Ben said, his voice low and gruff, “you are a dream come true.”
He moved in even closer, one of his feet inserted between hers.
“Take off your shirt.” The tone in his voice went from husky to commanding just like that.
It probably shouldn’t have excited her, but it did. Jessica had always been the one in control in any man-woman situation. Whether it was who she let buy her drinks, or how close they danced, or how far she let the interested hands get, she always called the shots.
With Ben, though, she was willing to let go of that control, and that surprised her.
She wet her lips, but said nothing. There was nothing to say. She grabbed the hem of her scrub shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She knew exactly which bra she had on too. She’d put on the leopard print one, thinking of Ben that morning.
“Nice,” he drawled.
She let the shirt drop to the floor.
“Now the pants.”
His tone was firmer now and Jessica had difficulty breathing.
Ben’s eyes were on her face rather than the body parts she had bared and he looked very aroused. Ironically, her nipples puckered in reaction. The way he watched her, she knew that none of her responses, physical or emotional, to him or his actions or words, would go unnoticed. She also knew that was his intention. He wanted to know everything that turned her on. Interestingly, that was a major turn-on.
Jessica undid the tie at the front of her pants, surprised to have no trouble with it in spite of the adrenaline making her hands shake. She jumped as Ben put a hand on either hip, sliding the pants down and letting them drop to the floor.
“I was going to keep my hands to myself,” he said, before pressing his lips to her shoulder. He flicked his tongue over her skin. “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.”
Ben was still completely clothed while she stood there in a satin leopard-print bra and panties. She definitely felt naughty.
And she liked it.
Ben found himself intensely aroused by the fact that his fantasy was playing out just as he’d pictured it. The undressing her in the fitting room part had come to him when they’d stepped into the store and found it empty of anyone but a sales clerk who he correctly guessed would be cooperative for money and lack of hassle. But the rest was right on.
“Now the bra,” he said gruffly.
“The bra?”
“You can’t wear one with the shirt I picked out,” he said unapologetically.
“I’m going without?” she squeaked.
Ben smiled. Jessica had probably never gone braless in public and the idea that she would tonight, for him, made his already present erection pu
lse with anticipation. Jessica wasn’t tiny on top but neither was she even a C cup. She was probably a B and her breasts were firm. She was going to look great in the top he’d picked out.
“Come on, give it up.”
Surprisingly, she reached behind her, undid the clasp and let the black straps slip off her shoulders without another word.
She stood proudly before him in panties only and Ben knew if he didn’t touch her he’d lose his mind. He stepped in, turned her to face the mirror and moved behind her, his chest against her back. She leaned into him and he wondered briefly if she was even aware of it. Then he had to touch her, it was that simple.
His hands came up and he cupped both breasts at once. Enjoying the soft fullness, the tips begging to be touched, the way she arched to get closer to his hands. But most erotic was the sight in the mirror. Jessica’s eyes were trained on the reflection in the mirror, her hair tumbled around her shoulders and fell over the backs of his hands, her lips were parted as she breathed in quick, short breaths. Her hair slightly obscured the view, though, so he lifted one hand and gathered her hair back, out of the way. He took a moment to run his fingers through the warm, silky mass, loving the idea of messing up the style, giving an outward sign to the world that he’d touched her; that he’d pleasured her.
But her breasts beckoned him, her excited, short breaths quickened his own breathing and he moved his hand again, this time taking her nipple and tugging gently.
She gasped and moaned and Ben smiled.
He teased both breasts similarly, loving how her eyes slid shut and how she pressed back against him and the sounds she made. Then he flattened his hand on her ribs and slid it down over her stomach.
Her head tipped back to rest on his shoulder and the short little pants stopped as she held her breath.
“We’ve got to take these off too,” he said near her ear.
Her head came up fast, but he kept her shoulder blades against his chest by keeping his hand on her breast, her rock-hard nipple peeking between his middle fingers. He squeezed and she breathed in deep.
Feeling smug, he dropped both hands, hooked the waistband of her silky panties with his thumbs and pulled. They slipped easily over her hips and he let them drop to the floor on top of her pants.
As she stepped out of them, Ben paused, eyes glued to the mirror and the sight of Jessica bare-assed naked on display for him under the bright lights designed to show every detail of what the room’s occupants wore—or didn’t.
“Jess,” he said hoarsely. “You’re gorgeous.”
He brushed his hand over the curls between her legs before she could complete even a word. She gasped as his palm cupped her mound and his middle finger slipped into the hot, silky folds that parted in welcome. “Damn, you’re wet for me,” he murmured with approval.
Her hands came back, grabbing the material of his slacks along the outer seams for support as her head fell back onto his shoulder again. He stroked in and out of her, closing his eyes in pleasure, then quickly snapping them open so as not to miss the exquisite sight in the mirror.
Jessica’s back arched, pressing closer to his hand, her eyes pressed tightly shut. She moaned softly as he stroked her. But Ben didn’t want soft responses. He wanted loud, hard, unrestrained.
He slipped another finger into her and his thumb found her clitoris, rubbing over it with enough pressure to cause her hips to buck. He held her steady with his other hand on her hip and watched his hand move on her, incredibly turned on by being able to watch in the mirror and wondering why the hell he’d never thought of this before.
“I want to touch you, too,” Jessica said in between gasps.
“But this isn’t about what you want,” he said. “I want you to see this. Open your eyes.”
He could tell that having someone else take command—of anything—was new to Jessica, and that she liked it. He loved that it was him she felt safe enough with to be adventurous. It shouldn’t matter, probably. In a casual affair it didn’t matter how the other person was feeling as long as everyone had a good time. But it did matter. She met his eyes in the mirror and wet her lips. He reached up and tugged on her nipple while he caressed her deeply, keeping his eyes connected with her.
“I can’t walk out of here without taking you,” he said gruffly against her ear.
“Good,” she said emphatically. She pushed his lower hand away, pivoted and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him forward, and kissed him deep and hard with lots of tongue.
He gripped her hips in his hands, pulling her up against him, settling her mound right against his painfully hard erection and then rubbing.
“Yes,” she breathed as she pulled her mouth free. “Yes, right there.”
He obliged, grinding into her, even as he smiled. “What about right here, right now?” he asked, fully intending it to be right here, right now.
“Yes.”
He appreciated her enthusiasm.
Jessica slipped a hand between them and pressed her open palm against his erection. “I want you, Ben. As deep as you can possibly get.”
Damn. Her words, her voice, her hand… It was all better than he’d imagined. He cupped the back of her head and brought her in for a long, deep, hot kiss.
Jessica had never been this turned on in her life. While Ben was very good with his hands and fingers, she wanted the hot, steely shaft that could fill her in a way that nothing and no one else could.
She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside, needing to be skin on skin. He groaned and she grew even warmer with the sound.
Ben pulled back as she stroked up and down his length.
“I did not mean for it to go this far when we came into this store,” he said, his voice tight. “But I swear, if I don’t get inside of you soon I’m going to explode.”
Jessica smiled and opened her mouth to reply when a tentative knock sounded on the door.
“How are you doing in there?” the salesgirl, what’s-her-name, asked.
Ben had to clear his throat before replying and Jessica smiled watching him try to form a coherent answer as she squeezed and stroked him.
“Great,” he managed, though he sounded like he had strep throat.
“Do you need anything?” the girl asked. “Another size, maybe?”
Jessica bit back laughter, running her thumb over the silky tip of Ben’s rock-hard penis. “No, this size is perfect.” She rubbed again.
“Okay,” the girl said slowly.
“And you’re in for a huge commission,” Ben added, closing his eyes and pressing into Jessica’s hand. “We are taking all of it.”
“Okay,” she said again, even slower. “I’ll be out here if you need me.”
“Do you think we’ll need her?” Jessica asked Ben.
Ben’s eyes were closed, his jaw tight and he was breathing raggedly as she put both hands around him.
“Hell, no,” he said through gritted teeth. “All I need is you, bent over in that skirt.” He pointed at the bag he’d set on the floor when he’d first come into the dressing room.
Wow. She gripped him tighter, wanting him moaning, groaning, begging like she was on the verge of doing herself. She looked at his face and saw that he was on the edge with her. And he was all hers. At least for tonight. For now. In this moment she wanted nothing more than to take over every one of Ben’s senses, to make him unable to focus on anything but her. She wanted to possess him
She pushed his jeans down and pulled him free of his underwear as she went down on her knees and ran her tongue over the tip of his penis, fully intending to take him in her mouth.
Ben jerked back and swore, his hands going to her head and pushing her away.
She looked up at him from the floor in confusion.
“No,” he said firmly.
“No?” she repeated. Her eyes dropped back to his rock-hard shaft.
“Quit looking at it like that.” Ben’s hands in her hair forced her to look up at him.
“Like what?” She licked her lips.
Ben frowned. “Like you want to suck on it.”
“I do.”
“No.”
“Why not?” Now she was concerned. Why was he being weird about this? “You don’t like…this?” Was he a human male?
Ben looked pained. “Of course I do.”
“But not from me?” The idea hurt. She had never wanted to do this to another man and now the one she did didn’t want her to? She’d barely gotten started. He didn’t know if she was bad at this. Heck, neither did she. She’d never done it before. But she definitely had the general concept and she wanted to make Ben feel good, the way he did her.
“Get up.” Ben reached down and pulled her up from the floor. “I can’t think with you on your knees in front of me.”
She propped a hand on a hip. “What’s your problem?”
“If you knew how many times I’ve fantasized about you going down on me,” Ben said tightly. “You would be amazed I was able to get anything else done at work. But if you do it now I’m going to lose it.”
She believed him. She could see the raw desire on his face. And it thrilled her. She wanted him to lose it. “Okay.”
“No. That isn’t how I pictured this.”
“Oh,” she said breathlessly. “How did you picture it?”
Without taking his eyes from her face, Ben kicked his pants and briefs off, reached into his pocket, pulled out a condom, ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on. Then he put his hands on her butt and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and Ben thrust upward, sliding into her in one bold stroke.
She had never felt this good ever before in her life. She’d never even imagined being able to feel this good in her life.
“Jess,” Ben groaned.
He took two steps forward until her back was against the wall next to the mirror.
She couldn’t even manage to moan his name. Ben pulled out slightly and then entered her again in a deep, swift thrust and she came just like that.
“Yes,” he muttered.
He thrust forward five more times, deep, hard and fast, and then came with a deeply satisfied “Ah!”
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