Marx Girl

by T L Swan

  I giggle and turn to see Ben walking back through the backyard with Mum and Max. My heart skips a beat. I head out in time to hear Mum talking to Cameron.

  “Cameron, who was that beautiful girl you were with at the wedding?”

  “Oh, that’s April,” he tells her.

  “She was gorgeous,” Mum gushes.

  “Yeah, she’s nice.” He shrugs. “She’s not Mrs. Stanton.”

  Joshua smirks as he walks out the backyard in time to hear his brother.

  “Cameron.” I shake my head. “You’re never going to find someone good enough to be Mrs. Stanton. There’s always something wrong with them.”

  He winks cheekily. “When I meet her, I’ll know.” He slaps Ben on the shoulder. “Hey, Ben?”

  Ben shakes his head and I smile. His eyes flicker to me, and I feel a flutter deep in the pit of my stomach.

  “Excuse me.” Ben smiles before heading inside and disappearing up the hall.

  Ha, finally I can catch him alone.

  I wait a few moments and then head up the hall in search of him. The bathroom door is shut so I wait in my old bedroom up the hall. A few minutes later he walks past and I reach out to grab him by the hand and pull him into the room before I shut the door.

  He smiles as he wraps his arms around me. “Hello, my beautiful girl,” he whispers as he kisses my lips. “Playing hide and seek in here, are you?”

  I smile up at him like a lovesick groupie. I really should try and play hard to get a little. “How was you day?” I whisper as I run my hands up his back and over his muscular shoulders.

  “Well, I wasn’t with you, so it was long.” He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight before he lifts me off the floor. I giggle at his strength.

  “Can I see you tonight?” he whispers as he kisses me again.

  I smile goofily. “Yes.”

  He kisses me again and I feel a flutter in my stomach.

  “I’ll go back and pick up my things after here and then come over. I need to work early tomorrow morning.”

  “Okay.”

  We stare at each other, and I run my fingers through his two-day growth. “Ben,” I whisper.

  “Yes?” he replies as he watches me intently.

  “I’m glad you came back for me.”

  He smiles, and it’s the most magical smile I think he has ever given me. He kisses me again. “Not as glad as I am, Didge.” His hand roams down to my behind and slides up underneath my skirt, where he grabs my bare skin.

  He bends to whisper in my ear. “Now go back out there or else you’re going to get yourself fucked on your hands and knees on your mother’s floor.”

  I swipe my tongue through his open mouth as my arousal starts to thump. “Let’s go home now. You can fuck me on my floor,” I breathe. That does sound really good.

  His eyes darken. “Don’t tempt me.” He pulls from my grip and opens the door, gesturing for me to go out.

  “You go first,” I whisper.

  He points to his dick. “Small problem.”

  I look down to see his huge erection in his jeans and I giggle. “That thing is anything but small.”

  He rolls his eyes and pushes me out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I straighten my dress and square my shoulders. Right. Let’s get through dinner before I can start thinking about dessert.

  The buzzer rings and I go to the security system. Ben’s strong face is on the screen.

  I left Mum’s an hour ago and Ben was just going to go and grab his things then come straight over.

  He knocks on the door and I open it. “Took your time.” I tap my watch three times.

  He smiles sexily and his eyes glow in excitement. “Good things come to those who wait.”

  He has this boyish charm about him tonight and I smile broadly. “What’s that cute face for?” I ask.

  He walks in and throws his bag on the floor before he takes me in his arms. He kisses me softly. “Cute face?”

  “Yes, that’s a cute, excited face.” I reach up and cup his cheek in my hand. I’ve been itching to touch him all night.

  He smiles. “Well…” He kisses me again. “After way too long without you, I’m finally here with you.” His hand slides down to my behind. “And I find you wearing this sexy little number to greet me and drive me wild.”

  I bought this today on the way home from work. It’s a white satin nightdress with spaghetti straps, and it hugs me in all the right places. I knew he would love it, hence why I bought it. “You like?” I whisper against his lips.

  He squeezes my behind. “I love,” he breathes.

  I run my hand up over his broad chest and I feel everything inside me tingle.

  His dark eyes drop to my lips. My eyes search his and I wrap my arms around him. In return, he holds me tight. We stay in each other’s arms for an extended time. Does he feel it? Does he feel this closeness between us? It’s overbearing.

  He licks his lips as he looks down at me. “Here’s the thing: I could make small talk and pretend I want to do that. But all I really want to do is get on top of you in your bed.”

  He picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me up the hall until he’s throwing me onto the bed. I bounce high. He flicks the lamp on and turns the main light off. The ambience in the room instantly turns more sensual.

  I lie on my back, our eyes locked as he slowly begins to undress. First his shirt goes, and then he slowly slides down his jeans and briefs. My mouth goes dry.

  Holy mother of fuck.

  My eyes drop to his strong, athletic thigh muscles. I see his striking tattoo over one shoulder. I appreciate the V of muscles that run down from his hips to his groin, loving the way they grab my attention, until I see the short, well-groomed, dark pubic hair, and the most perfect fucking penis I have ever seen.

  It’s so thick, long, and mouth-wateringly good. My breath catches.

  Honestly… what the hell?

  It doesn’t get any better than this view.

  His body is perfect.

  He gets into bed and pulls me into his arms. We kiss for an extended time, and then he puts his arm under my head as if he wants to spend time with me first. I like this change of pace. This is how we used to be when we were meeting in secret. We would spend hours in bed, naked, talking to each other in between making love. I kiss his chest. “You’re different tonight.” I smile against his skin.

  “So you are you,” he whispers.

  I glance up at his face in the darkness. “How so?”

  “The way you looked at me tonight at dinner.”

  “How did I look at you?” I frown.

  He gently kisses my lips. “Like you used to.”

  I roll onto my side and put my hand under my head, leaning on my elbow. “Like I used to?”

  He rolls onto his side to face me and I find myself smiling.

  “How did I used to look at you?” I ask.

  “Like you liked me.”

  My eyebrow rises, and I give him a cheeky smile. “I do like you.”

  “One hopes so.”

  I bite my bottom lip to stifle my goofy smile. “How long is it since you’ve been with someone?” I ask. I’m not sure what to make of Brock’s outlandish claim tonight. I can’t imagine Ben ever going without sex. He wouldn’t be able to do it. He’s way too sexual. Every cell of Ben’s body screams pounding hard sex.

  His eyes hold mine. “A while.”

  “How long is a while?”

  He shrugs. “Couple of months.”

  “How is that possible?”

  He reaches over and cups my breast through my nightdress. “Well…” He pauses. “It’s kind of like eating out, I suppose.”

  I smile and raise my eyebrows in question.

  “Like a buffet,” he adds.

  “A buffet?” I frown.

  “Well, when you first go to an all-you-can-eat buffet restaurant it starts out fun.”

  I smile softly as I listen.

  “You
eat foods that you wouldn’t normally try.” He pauses as he dusts his thumb back and forth over my nipple with fascination. “You eat way too much of everything on the menu.”

  I roll my lips as I watch him.

  “The food fills you up,” he whispers as his eyes rise to my lips. “It keeps you going, but it never quite satisfies your cravings.”

  He pinches my nipple hard and my breath catches.

  “After a while the food becomes bland and tasteless. At least to me.”

  I study him in the dark.

  “And then one day I went to a specialty restaurant and I got to order exactly what I wanted.”

  I smile softly. “What did you order?”

  He runs his pointer down to my ribs and pokes me. “Prime rib.”

  I giggle.

  “But I got kicked out of that restaurant,” he continues.

  “You left the restaurant by choice,” I correct him.

  He smiles and cups my breast with his hand. “It wasn’t by choice, I can assure you.”

  I frown softly.

  “And then I had to go back to that damn all-you-can-eat buffet.” He narrows his eyes. “I was there for a really long time.”

  I hate that he was there for a really long time, but I lean over and kiss him softly anyway. “What happened then?” I whisper.

  “The food began to make me sick.”

  I run my hand up and over his broad chest. I have to touch him, I can’t help it.

  “And after a while the thought of eating something I didn’t want turned my stomach.” He kisses me softly. “I would rather starve than eat what I didn’t want anymore.”

  Our eyes are locked.

  “What do you want to eat, Ben?” I whisper.

  “You.” His eyes hold mine. “I only want to eat you.” He kisses me softly. “I can’t go back to that buffet, Bridget.”

  I smile against his lips, and God, if that isn’t the best restaurant story I’ve ever heard in my life. He kisses me. It’s soft and tender and everything I remembered that we once were. We kiss again and again, and slowly his body moves over mine until I am underneath him, our bodies rubbing against each other, seeking relief. My legs are wide open, and he is rocking onto me in the most perfectly hard way.

  I cup his face in my hand and gently kiss his big beautiful lips as our eyes search each other’s. How do I feel so close to him this quickly? It’s like he’s never been away. “You’re the only person I want to eat in my restaurant, Ben,” I whisper.

  He laughs and flips me over, so I’m on top of him. “Ride me home, Didge. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

  8

  BEN

  My phone rings and I glance at my watch. It’s Bridget, and she’s on her lunch break. I glance over at Brock as we walk down the street together. Fuck it, I’m going to answer. “Hey.”

  “Hi,” her sweet voice replies. I can tell she’s smiling.

  I have to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling, too. “What are you up to?” I ask.

  “I’m just ringing to see what the plans are for tonight.”

  I glance over to Brock, her brother, and he pretends not to listen. “Well, that depends.”

  “On what?”

  I stay silent and she laughs. “Are you with Brock?” she asks.

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Well, you can tell him that his sister can hardly sit down today because big bad Ben has been giving it to her hard.”

  I roll my lips as I try not to smile, and my eyes flicker over to him again. “Yeah, I’ll pass on that one.”

  Brock walks into a shop and I wait outside. “Do you want to go to the beach after work?” I ask

  “Erm…” she hesitates.

  I narrow my eyes. She’s hesitant in case we see Eric. “We’ll go somewhere else. Maybe Bondi,” I add.

  “Okay, that sounds great. We can get some dinner there, too.”

  “I’ll pick you up from work at five,” I reply.

  “Okay, babe, see you then.” She hesitates again, as if she wants to add something, so I wait, too.

  “Just how sore are you?” I eventually ask.

  “Let’s just say that I won’t be going horse riding anytime soon.”

  “I beg to differ, you’re an excellent horse rider. Rough terrain is your specialty.”

  She laughs. “And you’re a fucking sex maniac. Goodbye, Ben.”

  I smirk. “Bye.” I hang up.

  “Was that Bridget?” Brock asks as he walks out of the shop.

  I frown as I put my phone back in my pocket. “What makes you say that?”

  “I saw you two sneak off last night.”

  I look at him, deadpan.

  “I’m a private eye. Of course I notice that shit.”

  I throw my empty coffee cup in the bin and begin to walk up the busy street. “Yeah, well, just keep your mouth shut. She wants to keep it on the down low.”

  “Why? Because of Eric?” he asks.

  I roll my eyes. “Yeah, fucking pisses me off. Weak prick.”

  “Is he still calling her?”

  I shrug. “Don’t know, but we had a fight outside the front of her work.”

  “When was this?” He frowns.

  I shrug. “The other day. We were kissing, and he went ape.”

  He smirks. “Did you sort him?”

  I raise my eyebrow. “What do you think?”

  He smiles broadly.

  We walk for a while, and I have to ask this question. “Did she love him?”

  He screws up his face. “I don’t know, man.” He shrugs. “I doubt she would have come back to you so quick if she had.”

  I clench my jaw in anger. Hmm, not the answer I wanted.

  I feel uneasiness bubble inside of me.

  Stop it… get back to work.

  I wait in the car at 5:00 p.m. and I watch her high ponytail bounce as she walks toward me. She walks in front of the car and flicks the hem of her flowy dress up to show me her behind in a flirty fashion. I raise my eyebrow and smile. There she is. My hot little hellcat.

  “Going my way?” She smiles through the open window.

  I start the car and look down at her cleavage as she leans through the window…

  Fuck, she’s got good tits.

  The best.

  “Get in, bitch.” I smirk.

  “Oh, dirty talker. I will get into your car then.” She bounces into the seat and leans over to kiss me. “How is my man?” She smiles against my lips.

  Horny, I want to reply, but I hold my tongue. I need to go easy on her tonight. She just makes me so hot, I can’t see straight.

  “Better now that you’re here.” I smile. I turn back and pull out onto the street, and she slides her hand up my thigh, under my shorts leg.

  “We have to go home to get my swimmers.”

  “Back seat,” I reply.

  “Huh?” She leans over, gets the brown bag from the backseat, and opens it. “Ohh, what did you buy?” She gasps as she pulls it from the bag and holds it up to inspect it. A tiny gold string bikini and a matching sarong hang from her hands. She holds it up to herself and smiles broadly. “Oh, my God, thank you. I love it. So thoughtful.” She reaches over and pulls my face to hers, kissing my cheek as I drive. “I’m not sure it’s going to fit around my boobs, though.” She frowns as she holds the top over her chest and looks down at herself.

  “Nothing could contain those tits,” I murmur. I get a vision of them bouncing last night as she was riding my cock, and I feel myself harden. I readjust myself in my shorts.

  Cut it out.

  “You seem to do a good job wrangling them,” she replies sexily.

  My eyes flicker between her and the road, and she licks her lips for added effect. “Will you stop being so fucking hot? I’m trying not to have sex with you tonight. I’m giving you a night off.”

  Her eyes dance with delight and she drops her head to my crotch. “Don’t tell me I can’t have something, Ben. You know it will onl
y make me want it more.”

  She blows through the fabric of my shorts, onto my dick, and the hot air feels good. “Bridget,” I whisper as I look around us. We are in peak-hour fucking traffic.

  “I just want a little taste,” she murmurs against me.

  Fuck. I change lanes.

  I put my hand on her shoulder as she pulls my shorts down.

  I wince as she takes me in her mouth and I stop at traffic lights.

  “Fuck, Bridget.”

  She giggles around me, and I glance over at the drivers of the cars all around us, going about their business.

  “I’m going to crash the fucking car,” I whisper.

  “But what a way to go.”

  I stroke her hair as she builds a rhythm. Oh, fuck. I lean my head back against the head rest. Her tongue flicks over my end. My mouth hangs open in awe.

  Holy shit…

  Christ…

  Christ Almighty.

  My body begins to throb as I watch her head bob up and down. The lights change, and a passing truck honks his horn and gives me the thumbs up. “Lucky bastard!” he calls out his window.

  Oh, shit.

  “Bridget. That truck just saw us. Stop…” I beg.

  She giggles again. “I’ll stop when you blow in my mouth.”

  Fucking hell. She’s hot. “What puts you in this fucking mood?” I ask. “You reckon I’m a sex maniac,” I splutter.

  “This big beautiful dick,” she murmurs around me. She starts to really pump me with her hand and my legs spread without instruction

  Fuck. I’ve got to pull over. I am going to crash the car for real.

  I see a sporting ground and pull into the parking lot, and she pulls my shorts down and really lets me have it. Long, deep sucks follow with her hand pumping my cock. Both my hands are on the back of her head and I can’t even see straight.

  “Give it to me,” she whispers.

  That’s it… that’s my breaking point. A man can only take so much. I put my head back, screw up my face, and come in her mouth.

  And like the fucking sex goddess that she is, she drinks it down and then licks me clean.

  I lie back in my seat, sated on so many levels I have no idea where to start.

  She sits up and licks her lips with a cheeky smile. “I’d like to go swimming now, please.”