I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful she at least opened the door. "Hey. I wanted to talk to you about this morning-" I started.
"I'm sorry, it's just not a good time. I have company." Her blue eyes blinked up at me.
Shit, she was still pissed. And who was her "company?"
"Oh," was all I could think to say. "I'm sorry, I can come back." I looked down, turning toward the elevator.
"Lacey, who is it?" I heard a distant voice call, stopping me in my tracks.
Our eyes locked. She groaned slightly. "Come in if you dare," she said quietly to me. "It's my friend and neighbor, Ben," she called, closing the door behind me. I followed her cautiously into the living room, unsure of what to expect. I was greeted by four strangers.
"Ben, these are my parents, Ron and Cathy. And these are my grandparents, George and Dina. Everyone, this is Ben."
"Hello, everyone. Nice to meet you," I smiled, offering up my hand to her family members.
"Nice to meet you," they all murmured.
I stood awkwardly in the middle of the living room; I had not anticipated this situation when I came down.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I just wanted to ask Lacey a quick question, but I can come back later," I said quickly.
"Nonsense. Come join us," cried George, motioning toward an open chair.
Lacey caught my eye. She smiled and shrugged. "There's usually not a lot of sense in arguing with him."
A huge grin appeared on my face. "Well ok then, thank you," I said, taking a seat. Everyone seemed comfortable with me there. Is this what family get-togethers are supposed to be like? People genuinely happy to see each other?
"There there son, now what will you have to drink? It seems the drink of the day is vodka tonic," said George, raising his glass.
Daytime drinking, something else I hadn't anticipated. "That sounds great, thanks," I replied.
Lacey jumped up toward the kitchen.
"Here, I can get it," I started. First I interrupted time with her family, then I was making her get me a drink? No way.
"Nonsense! Sit and talk with an old man. I have some questions for you," George winked.
Lacey walked into the kitchen, a smirk on her face. I turned to face the inquiry.
To my surprise, they all put me at ease. I talked about law school and working at my father's law firm. I told them a little more about Forrester in general and what was fun to do around here. Ron and Cathy chatted about Lacey growing up.
"Oh she was a typical only child," laughed Ron, his bright blue eyes dancing. "But I can't say I have any complaints. She's done well."
"Gee dad, I'm glad I've done well enough you don't have any complaints. Not that you're overly proud, just no complaints," joked Lacey.
"Exactly," he winked, raising his glass.
I could tell Lacey got a lot of her traits from her dad. They both had dark brown hair and blue eyes, while her mom was more of a sandy blonde. And the biting sense of humor they had was identical.
"Oh Ron, you know she has done nothing but please us since day one!" chimed in Cathy.
"I think it's a typical trait of only and oldest children, to try to please their parents," I said.
"Yes, Ben, I think you're right," said Dina. "What are you?"
"I'm an oldest; I have a younger sister. And it's true what they say about the babies of the family: they can be spoiled," I laughed, sipping my drink.
"True for only children too," Ron added, smiling at Lacey.
"Yeah, yeah," she smiled.
"That's what our Lacey needs, a man who can spoil her," said George. He set his glass down on an end table emphatically. Was this some sort of message to me?
She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "Ok Grandpa, thank you," said Lacey.
"I'm serious though. You need a good man, one that's going to take care of you!" He waved his finger in the air as he spoke. I wanted to loosen my collar. I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead.
"Ok Grandpa!" her voice getting a little higher, her eyes a little wider.
"Alright, I'll stop. But I'm just saying, I'm glad to see you doing well after that other one," he huffed. Oh shit. I could tell Lacey was embarrassed; I wanted to put my arm around her, comfort her.
Lacey quickly stood up. "Who would like another drink? I know I need one," she said quietly.
"Let me help you," I said, standing to join her. I followed her into the kitchen.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come down and interrupt time with your family," I said, touching the small of her back as she pressed her stomach against the counter.
She sighed. "No you're fine, I'm sorry I ran out this morning. I just got upset and your friend was a total asshole." She turned her head toward me, visibly cringing. "I feel like an idiot."
"Please don't. You're right, he is a total asshole. He told me what he said. I'm sorry," I said softly, starting to rub my thumb against her back.
She turned and faced me. "No, I'm the one who should be sorry. You have been nothing but great to me."
"Hey it's ok. I'm just glad you're ok," I smiled, brushing a stray hair off her cheek.
She leaned into my hand. God it felt so good just to touch her again. "We'd better start making drinks," she sighed.
I smiled, reluctantly bringing my hand down to my side. "You got it."
We fixed another round of drinks and joined her family. The conversation took a more relaxed turn the rest of the afternoon. Before we knew it, it was time for her family to head back.
"Well Ben, it was a pleasure to meet you," said George, pulling me aside. "Now I don't know what your intentions are for my ladybug, but she's a good girl, and she deserves the best."
"You're absolutely right. And I have the best intentions for her, she just hasn't realized it yet," I smiled, watching her say goodbye to her mom.
"Good man," he winked.
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Lacey
I closed the door after I saw the elevator doors shut. I walked back into the living room to join Ben. I flopped down onto the couch next to him. What an interesting afternoon it had been. I didn't know what to think when I had opened the door, his sad brown eyes looking back at me. I was pleasantly surprised that he got along so well with my family.
"So what do you think?" I asked, rolling my head to face him.
He then rolled his head toward me. "About?"
"About my couch we picked out!" I giggled.
He sprawled out further, knocking into me. "Ah, it's so comfortable!" he groaned.
I laughed out loud. "What else do you think?" I asked, sitting up. I leaned my elbow on the top of the couch, resting my head in my hand.
"About?" he asked emphatically.
"About anything," I said, bringing my drink to my lips. I felt like my mind was racing, but in a good way. I wanted, no, needed to know what he was thinking about.
"Anything, huh?" he asked, scratching his chin. "Well, I think I had a surprisingly great time this afternoon." That was good to hear.
I shifted my legs up on the couch underneath me. "Really? You're not going to go running for the hills?" I joked.
He reached over and put his hand on my knee. "Really Lace. It was nice to find out more about you, about where you came from." He started rubbing his thumb back and forth. I put my hand on his.
"Oh sorry," he said, trying to pull his hand away.
"No," I said, holding it in place. "It's ok."
He smiled, holding my hand in his. I didn't know what it was, but suddenly everything was crystal clear. Here in front of me, sat a man who had befriended me when I needed it most, made me happy, and wanted to be more with me. I had spent so much time worrying about what was "right," or what others may think about us moving so quickly, that I was missing the big picture. I decided to put an end to it right then and there.
Chapter 12
Lacey
I brought his hand up to my face, leaning into it. I looked into his eyes; I watched them go from su
rprised to full of passion and lust. He leaned forward and slowly started to kiss me. The familiar feeling of his mouth on mine made me melt. I needed more of him now. I reached up and grabbed his collar with both hands, deepening our kiss, pushing him back against the couch. Our couch. I climbed up and straddled my legs alongside him, feeling his hands grip my ass. His hands were strong, and I wanted them elsewhere on my body. I pulled my shirt up over my head, tossing it to the side. I smiled, seeing the lust filled look in his eyes.
He brought his kiss to my neck, and down to the top of my chest. His lips were soft but his stubble pricked my skin, gently grating it as his mouth moved. I felt his hands deftly unsnap my bra, freeing my breasts. I moaned as he brought my nipple to his mouth, gently licking and teasing it. He moved to the other one, leaving the initial nipple hard and exposed to the cold air. I leaned my head back, running my hands through my hair, the sensations increasing in intensity.
I brought his mouth back up to mine, shoving my tongue inside, desperate to be closer to him. I wanted to feel his skin on my skin. I pulled his shirt out from his pants, bringing it up over his head. I ran my fingers over his chest, tossing my hair to the side, and gently planting kisses along his hard muscles. My skin tingled as his hands rubbed up and down my bare back. I brought my face up to his. My lips were swollen and my breathing, ragged.
"Lacey, you have made me a very happy man," he smiled, gently kissing my lips.
I moaned, kissing him harder, faster. He wrapped his arms around my bottom, standing up with me, holding me tightly. We continued kissing as he carried me toward the bedroom. He laid me gently down on the bed, my legs hanging over the edge. He then kneeled down on the ground in front of me. Oh, god, what was he going to do to me?
His eyes met mine, a lusty heat emanating from them. He started unzipping my pants, the sound of which made my belly tighten. He pulled them off, one leg at a time. I laid with just my black satin panties on, reeling under his stare. I wanted to cover myself; I felt so bare. As if he read my mind, he brought himself up, kissing my lips.
"Don't be bashful. You are fucking beautiful." His words had me tingling down below. I laid back, trying to relax.
He knelt back down, gently pulling my panties down my legs, exposing my bare sex to him. I watched him push my legs apart, and he began to kiss my thighs. I shuddered in response. Feeling his rough stubble on my sensitive skin was even hotter than I imagined.
I felt his kisses travel closer, the anticipation building, until they reached my most sensitive spot. I cried out as he ran his masterful tongue over my clit, over and over. I had never felt anything like this before. Pleasure started building up in my body as he continued his work. I felt his hand come up and a finger enter my sex gently, causing me to groan louder. It felt so good, him stretching me. It nearly pushed me over the edge when I felt a second finger.
"Oh god, Ben!" I cried, grabbing his hair, trying to pull him away. It was almost as if I was afraid of the pleasure. But he continued to kiss and lick my sex until I couldn't take it anymore. My body tightened and rippled in response, sending me flying over the edge into the most intense orgasm of my life.
He slowed his kissing, bringing his mouth up to my stomach and then to my neck. He climbed onto the bed next to me, brushing his hand through my hair. I laid there breathing harshly, my heart beating like a hummingbird. No one had ever made me feel that way. I smiled up at him.
"That was amazing," I said shyly. I brought my hand up to my face, turning away.
"Hey, don't be embarrassed. Look at me," he said, putting his finger under my chin, turning me toward him. "You are beautiful, and I loved doing that with you."
I met his eyes, feeling my breathing start to slow. I brought his mouth down to mine, taking his tongue in, kissing him deeply. He had just made me feel incredible, and I wanted to do the same for him. I reached my hand down his chest, lightly brushing his tight abs, down to his jeans. So many times, I had pictured running my hands over him, and here I was, finally doing it.
I started to rub his rock hard bulge through his pants. I couldn't wait to feel it in my hands without any barriers. A low moan escaped his mouth. I sat up, gently pushing him further back onto the bed. He scooted himself backward as I settled in between his legs, unhooking his belt. I kissed his stomach, letting my hair gently run over his skin. After unbuttoning his pants, I pulled them down and threw them to the ground. I hooked my finger under the band of his boxers, bringing them down as well, springing his erection free. My eyes widened in response. I had suspected he was large, but seeing it in person surpassed all my previous expectations.
I took my hand and wrapped it around his width, slowly sliding it up and down. I ran my thumb over the small drop of wetness that formed at the tip, watching his face tighten with pleasure. I bent forward over him, kissing his stomach, down the trail to his cock, continuing to stroke him. I opened my mouth, taking him inside, feeling his warm velvety skin at the back of my throat. I started to suck, moving my mouth up and down along his shaft. I continued to use my hand, now wet with my saliva. I wanted to do anything and everything I could to make him feel as good as he had made me.
"God damn Lacey, you're fucking amazing," he groaned, throwing his head back.
His words made me hot, motivating me to take him deeper, faster. Up and down, up and down, I felt him grab a fist full of my hair. He pulled it hard, balancing right on the edge of pleasure and pain. It made me absolutely soaking wet between my legs, knowing the effect I was having on him.
"Oh, I'm gonna come," he moaned. "Do you want to pull away?"
I shook my head no slightly, going even faster until I felt his hot wetness shoot out and hit the back of my throat. I sat kneeling between his legs for a moment longer, until I knew he was spent. I quickly wiped my lips with my thumb, and crawled up into the nook of his arms, tracing my finger over the outline of his chest muscles.
Ben brought his arm up, gently twirling my hair in his fingers, his breathing was hard and uneven.
"Lacey, that was incredible. Seriously incredible," he said, rubbing his face.
I couldn't help but smile to myself. I finally understood what it was like to really enjoy giving head. I loved the fact that I had brought him so much pleasure, had made him come completely undone.
"You weren't so bad yourself," I said, poking him.
He laughed as he turned toward me, pinning me down and kissing me gently. It was a sweet kiss, different from the lusty hungry kisses from before. I ran my fingers through his hair, savoring every sensation. I could do this every day, I thought. And that's exactly what I wanted to do.
********
Ben
I laid in bed, coming down from my orgasm, unable to move. Lacey slowly sat up and started to put back on her panties. I reached over, grabbing her by the waist, pulling her back to me.
"Oh no, this is a no underwear zone," I said, causing her to giggle.
"Fine, fine!" she cried, wriggling herself away from my grasp. She looked back at me over her shoulder. "We should celebrate."
"I think what we just got done doing could count as a celebration," I smiled. That had been so fucking hot. The feeling of her mouth on me was perfect.
"Well yeah, but we at least need to celebrate my first true orgasm," she said, blushing.
A huge smile plastered on my face. I had to admit, that felt really fucking good, knowing I was the only man that had made her feel that way. "How do you suppose we do that?"
"Pizza!" she giggled, jumping up, running out of the room.
"Pizza," I repeated out loud to myself. I would give her whatever she wanted after what she had just done for me. That was hands down, the best head I had ever gotten. I grabbed my jeans off the floor, stepping into them as I followed her out to the living room. I watched as she pulled my shirt over her head. It was way too big but so damn sexy. I wanted to say fuck the pizza and rip the buttons apart.
"Is it ok if we order pizza?" she asked. "I just ate light
appetizers this afternoon, and probably too many drinks. I'm starving!" Her bright blue eyes twinkled at me through her lashes. There were those rosy cheeks again. How could I possibly say no to them?
"Of course. Antonio's?" I asked, pulling out my phone.
"Yes please!" She hopped toward me, kissing me gently on the lips. I closed my eyes, savoring the sweet moment. I pulled back, grinning. I could not get enough of her.
"Ok, I'll order it," I smiled.
I dialed the number, bringing the phone to my ear. I watched her saunter back over to the couch, curling up, turning on the TV.
I ordered us another pepperoni pizza. "Thirty minutes," I said, settling next to her on the couch. She nestled in to my arms, my chest tightening. Was I dreaming? It was only last night that I thought I had no chance with her romantically. I kissed the top of her head, inhaling her floral scent.
"What would you like to do until then?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows at me.
"Oh, I have ideas." I brought her mouth to mine, kissing her softly. But I would need more than thirty minutes.
She smiled as we pulled away. "I meant, what do you want to watch, duh." She jokingly rolled her eyes.
"Ah, I see. Of course that's what you meant."
She handed me the remote. "You pick."
"No, you can pick," I answered, pushing it back in her direction.
"Ok, ok," she said, flipping through channels. "How about this?" She landed on Forgetting Sarah Marshall on FX.
"Perfect," I said, wrapping my arm tighter around her. I meant it. Everything about this was perfect.
We spent the evening just relaxing on the couch, watching TV. The only time I got fully dressed was to answer the door for the pizza. Which had proved difficult, with her wearing my shirt.
"I can't go to the door with no shirt," I laughed, attempting to pull it off over her head.
She giggled and stopped struggling. I pulled it off, revealing her completely naked body. I quickly pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and placed it over her.
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