Friends With Real Benefits (Friends With Benefits Book 7)

by Luke Young

  She did as he asked and gazed up at him with her lips parted. “You don’t want to do me from behind?”

  “Not yet.” Curling her legs toward her chest, he used one arm to keep them there as he moved to a position facing away from her while still kneeling on the mattress.

  “What are you doing?” She asked.

  “I want to try something.”

  He carefully moved backward and over her with his feet on either side of her chest until his erection was dangling down and hovering over her entrance.

  She held back a laugh, gazing at the site of his cock and balls hanging before her. “This looks interesting.”

  “It might be.”

  “Have you been watching porn again?” She asked.

  “I got a book.”

  She giggled.

  Resting his head down near the foot of the mattress, he lifted his hips up over her. Then holding his shaft in one hand, he pressed his bulbous head against her wet, swollen clit. She gasped. It must have been an odd sight for her, because let’s face it, splayed out, and with all his male parts hanging down just a few feet from her face, this probably wasn’t his best angle. But as strange as it probably was she seemed to be responding to it.

  She sighed in delight when he pressed down on her harder.

  Reaching out, she gently caressed his balls. He was the one who gasped now and he directed his cock to her entrance, swiping his girth all over her wetness. She wrapped her fingers around his balls, squeezing them gently.

  He moaned.

  It was just about the best thing he’d ever felt.

  Her fingers toying with him while he fought to slip inside of her soaking wet, tight pussy from that incredibly odd angle. He slid forward, pressing his shoulder into the mattress as he forced his hips down until half his hard-on was inside of her.

  “Oh, Brian.” She pulled her fingers away from him and lay her head back. Her eyes were closed as he lifted up and down driving his length into her.

  With drool falling out of his mouth, he went on pumping into her and after a few seconds she returned her fingers to his balls. After squeezing them once again, her finger wandered behind them and she circled his sensitive skin. He moaned and his eyes slammed shut.

  Bringing his hands to the cheeks of her ass, he cupped them. She lifted her hips off the bed and he traced a finger up both sides of her slick lips, while still pumping into her furiously.

  She thrust her hips up, timing it with his every downward stroke. His finger wandered around in search of her clit. The moment he touched her spot, she panted. He pumped harder and rubbed her clit as she thrust up. Suddenly she cried out and held her hips perfectly taut as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her loins. He was close now too and pumped faster and faster, and tensing every muscle in his body, finally exploded inside of her.

  Exhausted, he slumped down until his stomach was on the mattress with his erection still buried. She reached down and playfully fingered the cheeks of his ass then swiped over his heavy balls. Involuntarily his body convulsed one last time, his cock touching a spot inside her that made her squeal.

  10

  Only two blocks away Jim walked out of the bathroom after his shower. Victoria wearing only a spaghetti strap nightshirt and underwear was already in bed typing notes into her laptop. She looked up from the screen to her husband’s nude body. “You look sexy.”

  “Thanks.” He shot her a smile. “Want to watch some TV?”

  “No, I want to try something.”

  “What?” He pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and slipped into bed next to her.

  “Ever heard of ‘soaking?’”

  “No, what the hell is that?”

  “It’s where we have sex without moving.”

  “Like tantric sex or something?” he asked with one brow raised.

  “Not exactly. You’re not allowed to move or climax.”

  He wrinkled his nose. “I don’t understand.”

  After closing the lid on her laptop, she placed it on the nightstand and began, “You put it inside me then we just stay still. But you have to keep it hard.”

  “How long do we do this?”

  “Uh, like twenty minutes.”

  “Um, okay, can we watch TV while we do it?”

  “Nooooo! We’re supposed to connect while we do it.”

  “Connect?” He paused for a moment thinking. “If I can’t move how can I put it in?”

  “Well, you move until you get it in.” Victoria raised her palms up. “Then you stop moving.”

  “Oh, okay.” Jim shrugged, bugging his eyes out in confusion.

  “Want to try it?”

  “You’re asking if I want to put my penis in you and not move? Not have an orgasm and just look at you.”

  “Exactly.”

  “What the hell. It beats anything else I had planned.”

  “Great.” She slipped off her top and underwear.

  “Can we kiss or touch or what?” He slid his boxers down and tossed them to the end of the bed.

  “Sure we can kiss and touch.”

  “Cool.”

  Victoria slid down and lay on her back and Jim moved into position over her. He sank down on her, kissing her on the lips.

  She pulled back from him and grimaced. “What’d you have for lunch?”

  “Really?” He sighed.

  “What?”

  “I’m just asking what you had.”

  “And you’re making a face,” He replied. “You know there are plenty of times I kiss you and you’ve gone out with the girls for a Caesar salad and your breath is… you know, and I don’t say anything. I just kiss you and don’t make a big deal out of it.”

  “Who’s making a big deal? I’m okay.”

  He leaned down and kissed her again. Obviously sensing she was still not into it, he pulled up and grumbled, “Okay.”

  “I’m sorry.” She covered her mouth and held back a giggle. “I just can’t kiss you right now.”

  He turned away, sitting on the edge of the bed, pouting.

  “Really, what did you eat?”

  “If you must know, I had a Gyro.”

  “I knew it.” She grimaced.

  “You know I love Gyros and I almost always pass on them because… because of this.”

  “I don’t know what to tell you other than those make your breath smell like you ate an entire salami covered in garlic dip.”

  “I brushed. I flossed. I used mouthwash.”

  “Didn’t work! Didn’t work! Didn’t work!” She stabbed her finger in the air to punctuate each declaration. She knelt behind him and put her hand on his shoulder. “Look, I know you love Gyros and I don’t mind that you have them every once in a while. Just don’t have one and try to stick your tongue down my throat.”

  “Alright.” Jim sighed. “So this is going to be a banner night. We can’t kiss and I can’t move. I can’t wait.”

  “It might still be fun.” Placing her hands on his neck, she massaged him sensually.

  “Yeah, right.” Glancing down, he whined, “Geez, look at my penis. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this small before. Even he knows this is going to suck.”

  “Oh, knock it off.” She rose up on her knees and glanced over his shoulder to his manhood, which did look a bit like it was trying to run away and hide. She grimaced. “Oh, crap.”

  “I told you.”

  “I think I can fix this problem.” She slipped in behind him with her legs straddling his body. She kissed his neck. “How’s that.”

  “Okay, I guess.”

  She breathed her hot breath on his skin and nibbled lightly on his flesh as her hand wandered down his chest to his stomach to his now suddenly growing cock.

  He moaned. “Well, he seems to be waking up.”

  Reaching back, his hand made its way to her ass and he gave it a squeeze.

  She groaned and extended her tongue to his ear as her hand stroked his now full-sized erection. “See, problem solv
ed.”

  Rising to his feet, he quickly turned around and coaxed her down to the mattress. “I’ll try not to breathe on you.”

  “Just fuck me,” she said in a sexy voice. Then she made a face and added. “I mean, just put it in, you know, don’t move.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  She moved to the center of the bed and he got into position over her. She gasped when he took hold of his cock and rubbed the head all over her wet entrance.

  “Put it in,” she said softly.

  Slowly he pushed inside of her and pressed his hips to hers. Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled him closer still.

  “That feels good,” she began. “Now, I think I know why they do this soaking thing.”

  “Yeah.” He looked at her, exhaling deeply then upon catching her wrinkled nose expression, he pressed his lips together and mumbled, “Sorry.”

  “It’s, um…” She held her breath, grimacing. “Okay.”

  He slumped down on her and turned his head away, holding perfectly still. After ten seconds of not moving a muscle, he asked, “Is this right?”

  “I think so.” She trailed her fingertips over his back.

  “This is fun,” Jim said with as much enthusiasm as he could fake.

  “It is.”

  “So, maybe I’ll just, you know, kiss your breasts a little.” While holding his breath he maneuvered into position so he could take her nipple into his mouth.

  She nodded. “Yeah, that’s good.”

  After about a minute of kissing and sucking her breasts, he felt his erection losing its firmness so he began flexing his muscles in his groin in an attempt to sustain it.

  “What are you doing?” She asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’re moving.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “Something’s moving.” She shot him a look.

  “I’m going a little soft so I’m just flexing it to keep it, you know.”

  “Well, stop it.” She narrowed her eyes.

  He sighed. “If I stop it, it will fall out.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Uh, yeah, sorry I don’t have a lot of experience putting my penis into a woman and not moving. If I had known this is what we were doing tonight, I would have taken a Viagra or something.”

  She cringed.

  “What is it? Oh, it’s my breath again,” he said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. “This is so much fun. Let’s do it again next week.”

  “Can we just get back to it?” she whined.

  He craned his neck to avoid breathing on her as he said, “Get back to what exactly?”

  “You’re not even going to try are you?” she said sharply.

  “Maybe you should just get on top.”

  “Okay, let’s try that.”

  He pulled away and flopped on his back. She took the liberty of a few pulls on his equipment to stiffen it up then nodded in satisfaction when her goal was reached. She straddled him, sinking down fully on his erection, moaning. “Okay. Yeah, that feels good.”

  He groaned and took hold of the cheeks of her ass. She pressed down on him hard then leaned forward with her breasts dangling over his face. He captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked it gently.

  She remained perfectly still over him. He fought the urge to flex his muscles and somehow managed to maintain his erection as he ran his fingertips over her ass.

  She inhaled sharply and slowly began gyrating her hips in tiny circles over him. He continued to lick her breasts as her movements grew larger and faster. She rose up and closed her eyes as she continued on with her thrusts.

  He scoffed. “Hey, who’s moving now?”

  “What?” she replied softly without slipping a beat.

  “Um, now you’re the one moving.” He shot her a mock disappointed look.

  “I’m not moving.”

  “Okay.” He chuckled then reaching up, he took both her breasts into his hands and rubbed them. “It really sorta feels like you’re moving.”

  “Okay, I’m moving,” she whined. “I don’t know how anybody could do this shit. This is crazy.”

  “I know, right.” He nodded.

  “Seriously…” She rose up higher then sunk down fully on him and her eyelids fluttered closed. “… you’d have to be out of your damn mind to climb onto a hard penis and not… not enjoy the hell out of it.”

  “Uh-huh.” He returned to squeezing her ass cheeks.

  She moved faster and faster over him. Her eyes widened, looking down upon him as she chewed on her lower lip. “Oh, fuck. You feel good.”

  He groaned and moaned and started thrusting his hips upward.

  “Oh, Jim…” She got into a steady rhythm over him, riding him harder and with more determination. “Oh… ahhh.”

  “Ohhhh…,” he cried out.

  She glared at him. “Don’t you dare shoot yet.”

  “Really?” He asked, sheepishly.

  “I’m serious.”

  “But what if I shoot then I’m still hard and—”

  “Jim! You know it’s not as hard after and it’s all sloppy down there.”

  “Okay, okay.” He pressed his lips together and made a distressed face as he fought to defeat his impending climax.

  Victoria redoubled her efforts and he held on for dear life as she rode him like she never had before. He slipped his hand under her thigh and with his finger searched out her clitoris. Once he found it, he pressed hard and that was it. She thrashed and cried out, rising up high then slamming down hard on him. Panting and breathing heavily, she finally slumped down, gyrating her hips while her body trembled. After a few moments she took a deep breath then looked him in the eye, panting. “That was fun.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Tell me you finished,” she said.

  “What?”

  “You finished didn’t you?”

  “You told me not to!” He shot her a look.

  Sighing, she flopped to the side off of him and lay face down on the mattress. “I did not. I told you not to shoot earlier. I just figured you’d come when I did.”

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  “No, I’m not. I’m wiped out now.”

  “First there is no way for me to time my orgasm with yours. You’re a woman and no one knows when a woman is about to come. There are so many false alarms and close calls that until it’s over it’s not over. I learned that the hard way.”

  “Whatever.” She exhaled deeply and wrapped her arms around the pillow. “You said first.”

  “Yeah?”

  “So what’s second?”

  “Oh…” He smiled. “Second, get ready because I’m going back in.”

  “Really?” She whined.

  “Yes, I don’t care if you stay in that position and you can fall asleep if you want, but I’m finishing.”

  “Can’t you take care of yourself? I had a huge O and I’m exhausted.”

  He rose up on his knees as he counted off his grievances one by one on his fingers. “First you tell me I have bad breath then you tell me I can’t move. Then you scold me for moving… oh and then you get on top and you move… Talk about double standards. That’s the king of all double standards.”

  “You’re right. You’re right. I’m sorry.” She spread her legs apart and shimmied her naked ass for his pleasure. “I want you to put it in.”

  “That’s better.” He smiled then moved into position over her, quickly slipping inside.

  She shuddered the moment he pressed fully into her and he let out a loud moan.

  After a few thrusts, he announced forcefully, “You know I may even make you play with my balls.”

  “I love when you take charge!” Reaching around, she took hold of the twins and gently squeezed them.

  His mouth dropped open and he gasped. He was close, very close.

  11

  Forty-five-year-old Paula Smith sat opposite Victoria in her office dabbing her red and swollen eyes with a tissu
e.

  “Mrs. Smith, take your time,” Victoria began. “Whenever you’re comfortable we can continue.”

  Paula blew her nose then exhaled sharply. “Okay.”

  “In fact, if you need a break we can take—”

  “No, I can, uh… the problem is that I sleep walk.”

  “How long has this been happening?”

  “I guess I’ve been doing it since my senior year in college.”

  “Okay.” Victoria nodded. “Sleepwalking usually begins with children between the ages of four and eight. You don’t have any earlier memories of doing it?”

  “No, not that I’m aware of.”

  “Do you know if you wet the bed as a child or had sleep apnea?”

  “No, I don’t think so.”

  “Are you on any medications?” Victoria asked.

  “No.”

  “Do you drink alcohol?”

  “An occasional glass of wine.” The woman shrugged.

  Victoria asked, “So tell me about your earliest memories of doing it.”

  “Okay.” Paula took a deep breath. “My roommate would find me sitting at my desk organizing my books or sorting through papers and she would help me back to bed.”

  “Would you wake up?”

  “Sometimes, but most of the time no. I would only hear about it from her.”

  Victoria made notes in her pad.

  Paula continued, “After I got married it stopped, but then started again ten years or so ago.”

  “Are you still doing the same types of things when you sleep walk?” Victoria asked.

  “No, I started doing things around the house. Chores mostly. I would unload the dishwasher or dust the furniture. One time my husband found me vacuuming.”

  Victoria made more notes in her pad then looked up at her client. “Vacuuming?”

  Paula chuckled. “That sure startled him awake when I turned on the vacuum right beside the bed.”

  “I’ll bet it did,” Victoria said and they shared a laugh.

  “Alex, that’s my husband,” Paula began. “He would find me doing these things and bring me back to bed.”

  “How often would you wake?”

  “Maybe… half the time.”

  “And what’s that like when you wake during one of the incidents? Do you get upset or does your heart race?”