Friends With Real Benefits (Friends With Benefits Book 7)

by Luke Young

  ‘Only if the boys are asleep!!!!’

  ‘They are’

  ‘Yes then get your cute ass in here… NOW!!!!’

  ‘Okay… geez… what did I do????’

  She giggled then placed her phone on the table. Facing the closed door, she waited and waited for him. A minute passed then another then another and finally the door opened.

  He spotted her slumped down in the chair. “How was your bath?”

  “Lonely.”

  “What are you doing?” He wore a slightly terrified expression. “Please tell me I’m not in trouble.”

  “No, you’re not, silly man. Have a seat.” Motioning toward the empty chair with her outstretched leg, she exposed her pussy to him.

  He gasped the instant he laid eyes on it. “And what exactly are you up to?”

  “Missing you. Now sit.”

  He took a few steps toward the chair then put his hand up. “If we’re going to play I really need a shower. I sorta ate some stuff that didn’t agree with me and—”

  “Stop.” She rolled her eyes. “Please don’t spoil this for me.”

  “Spoil what?”

  “This.” She spread her legs wide and brought her hands to her neck languidly craning it back. Then she slid them down her closed robe slowly and seductively, opening it just enough that the soft fabric rested on the sides of her breasts, exposing her delightful cleavage. The nipples were still covered, but it was still just about the sexiest fucking thing ever.

  “Wow, you look, like… wow.” He gazed at her unblinkingly as a bulge quickly appeared in his shorts. “I really need a shower if—”

  “We’re not.”

  “We’re not what?”

  She said, “I don’t need you clean. I’m not going to touch you and you aren’t going to touch me.”

  “Oh, okay cool.” He turned on his heels and headed toward the door. “So you have a headache or something. I get it. Well, I’ll just catch the end of the game then.”

  “Get the hell back here, Mr. Nash.”

  Turning back to her he laughed. “Sorry, I’m just playing around.”

  “You’re an asshole you know that?”

  “I’m your asshole.” He shot her a pointed look. “That I do know.”

  “Oh God, I love when you talk about assholes.” She shuddered a moment then looked up to him dreamily before shaking her head, grinning. “If you don’t sit in the next ten seconds I’m calling a lawyer. A good one.”

  “Okay, geez.” He plopped down in the chair and took in the sight of her from head to toe. “You look amazing. And speaking of asses. I feel like licking you from back to front. Like for a whole hour. Or should I go from front to back? Hmm…”

  “Either way works for me and that’s a nice thought, but not tonight.”

  “Okay.” He sighed. “So I take it that you have something in mind and once again I’m a little slow here picking up on it.”

  “Take off your socks.”

  “Okay.” He shrugged then bent down and did as she asked.

  Reaching with her right foot, she extended it to him and her toes fit neatly under his. She curled them into his amazingly soft and smooth skin. She groaned. “I love your feet.”

  “That feels kind of good.” He narrowed his eyes, melting down into the chair with her touch.

  “Remember that time we were on the couch and our feet touched like this? It was like our feet were making love.”

  “Who could forget that?”

  “We never could recreate it.”

  “I know.”

  She said, “Maybe that was a one-time thing, but this feels pretty damn good.”

  “It does.” He pressed his tongue to the side of his mouth then slowly moved his foot gently rubbing it up and down hers.

  Jillian’s eyelids got heavy. “This is a lot like that.”

  “I’m getting so hard.”

  “I hope so.”

  “But what are we doing, exactly?”

  “Remember that scene from the first series book where Victoria and John pleasure themselves in front of each other?”

  “No.”

  She frowned at him. “Come on, it’s their first date and they’re trying to avoid sleeping together so they do that to, you know, relieve some pent up sexual tension.”

  He shook his head. “You know I really don’t remember that. I sorta only remember the parts of the book that have to do with me. Everything else is—”

  “Brian, please shut up,” she scolded.

  “Okay. Sorry.”

  She spoke to him in half-condescending, half-joking tone, “Now, I’m going to ask you again and you be a good husband and just say you remember, okay?”

  “Yes, dear.” He pressed his lips together then added, “Did I mention you look really sexy right now?”

  “I think you did but let’s get back to this, okay?”

  “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry.”

  “Okay, I’m not sorry.”

  She let out a tired sigh then gazed at him with eyes that screamed, if he said another wrong word, the night and possibly their marriage would be irreparably destroyed. He quickly put his hand over his mouth before running the big toe of his other foot slowly, seductively up her calf.

  “Oh….” She sighed, a sexy, relaxed one this time then pulled herself back together, giving him half a smile before continuing, “Okay, so do you remember that scene from book one where Victoria and John sit across from one another and touch themselves.”

  “Yes, I do babe.” He gazed deeply into her eyes and added in a slightly over the top and patronizing tone, “Just like I read it yesterday.”

  “Jerk,” she grumbled.

  “I love you.” He smiled in a fake attempt to repair the damage.

  “I love you too.”

  “So I take it that’s where this is going.”

  “We’re going to do that.” She gave him a suggestive look.

  “You mean the whole friends with partial benefits thing.”

  “Exactly.”

  “I prefer full benefits, but I’m game.” He shrugged.

  She held back a laugh as she said, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that as I slowly run my fingers over my breasts.”

  He took a deep breath and his gaze locked on her fingers as she did exactly what she said she would do. “Oh, fuck. Your breasts are spectacular.”

  She frowned. “The babies messed them up.”

  “Who’s screwing this up now?” He rolled his eyes.

  “Sorry.” She slipped quickly back into sexy mode and returned to touching them as she focused directly on the bulge tenting his shorts. “It appears that you’re running out of room down there.”

  “I am.” Nodding, he placed his hand on his clothing-covered cock and squeezed it. “You are so hot. You know you make me hard just seeing you.”

  “I hope so.” She slumped forward a little more, spreading her legs and sliding one hand to her pussy. She ran her index finger slowly up and down the slick lips.

  His mouth dropped open. “You are so fucking sexy. I love your pussy. I’m dying to lick it and slide my tongue into it.”

  “Mm-hmm,” she moaned and after closing her eyes, she said, “I never say anything nice about your cock do I?”

  “Well, not really, but it’s okay,” he agreed with a frown.

  Opening her eyes, she focused in on his bulge with her lips parted. “No, it’s really not. I’m going to work on it okay?”

  “Sure, I’d love that. I mean, who doesn’t want to hear nice things about their body parts. Especially, you know, one of my favorites.”

  “It’s my favorite too.”

  “I’m so glad we have that in common.” He smiled.

  “Can I see it?”

  “I thought you’d never ask.” Grinning, he fished his erection out of his shorts and let it stand tall for her pleasure.

  “Ahhhh.” She slipped a finger inside her folds. “It’s so har
d. And I love the slight curve it has.”

  “Do you?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “We should do this more often.”

  “We should.”

  “How’s tomorrow for you?” He flashed her a sexy grin.

  “Shut up.” She giggled before getting back down to business. “I love your vein that runs up the side. I love licking it. I love the way it feels in my mouth. Under my tongue.”

  “I could listen to this stuff all day.” He slowly stroked his length. “You’re so sexy.”

  Pressing her tongue to the side of her mouth, her gaze locked on the head of his cock. “I want to see your balls.”

  He complied, pushing down the waistband on his shorts and carefully extracting them.

  “They are so tight. I love your balls.”

  “Oh, fuck, I love hearing this stuff.” He panted and his attention returned to her breasts. “I love your nipples. So pink and just the perfect size. I love sucking them and licking them. Seeing you touch yourself is killing me.”

  “You can touch me another time. I love watching you pull on your cock. You do it so well. It’s so sexy, it’s like you’re making taffy.”

  “Taffy?” Giving her an odd look, he stopped moving his hand.

  “Sorry.” She shook her head. “Forget I said that.”

  “Okay.” He laughed.

  “You are so big.” She moaned.

  “Yeah, that’s better. Ahhh.” His smile faded and his eyes fluttered closed. “I love having you watch me.”

  “Can I tell you something while we’re doing this?” She slipped two fingers into her pussy and opened her mouth wide.

  “Sure, as long as it isn’t bad.”

  “I don’t think it’s bad and maybe you’ll think its sexy. You know Kathleen Morgan the new actress playing Victoria?”

  “Yeah, sure.” He narrowed his eyes as he focused in on her using her index finger to make slow wet circles over her clit.

  “I watched her film this scene today and we’ve kind of become friends.”

  “Uh-huh… What scene?”

  “This scene that we’re sort of acting out right now. You and me.”

  “Oh, sorry most of the blood in my body is right here.” He motioned with a head nod to his engorged cock as he gripped it tightly, stroking it slowly. He squeezed the tip hard capturing a huge dollop of pre-cum then lifted his finger and let her see the glistening result. “I’ll bet you feel like tasting that.”

  “I do.” She smiled. “But let me finish my story.”

  “Okay.”

  Pushing her hips up from the chair, she pressed two fingers deep inside and moaned. “Oh, this feels good.”

  “You look so hot.”

  She shook her head. “So, Kathleen…”

  “Yes, Kathleen.”

  “I watched her touch herself today.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “And I wanted to be the one touching her. I wanted to lick her I think.”

  “What?” He held his hand still over his manhood. “You never thought you could even consider that before.”

  “I know. I know.” She gasped while still fingering herself. “But she’s… sexy and we get along so well. I think she’s flirting with me too, but not in a super-lesbian sort of way, like in an I’m straight, but I could go down on you sort of way.”

  “I think I know what you’re saying.” Brian began stroking himself again. “That sounds really hot.”

  “I know.”

  “Do you really think you could do it? Let a woman go down on you or you actually go down on a woman?”

  “I don’t know… maybe.”

  “God, you are so hot. I really want to be fucking you right now. Sliding my cock into you and pressing hard against you. Filling you up.” He pulled at his cock faster and faster.

  “I know. You are so sexy. I feel like riding you too.”

  “If you do want to explore these things with a woman, I don’t mind. But I get to watch, okay?”

  “Mm-hmm. I would never leave you out of it.”

  “Good.”

  “Now, come for me. I want to see it dripping down the side of your cock.”

  “Do you?”

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “Okay, but you come first.” He took in a deep breath. “You know I always let you come first so I can stay hard inside you.”

  “I know. But you’re not inside me. I want to watch you. See how you push yourself over the edge. Study your face.”

  “You sure?” he asked.

  “Uh-huh.”

  He sucked in a deep breath then began rubbing himself faster. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he worked saliva into his palm then slathered it all over his thick shaft.

  She gasped when she saw it glistening and shining. His bulbous head dark, nearly purple, almost glowing in the dull light of the room.

  She wanted to take him in her mouth.

  Finish him.

  Please him.

  Make him come.

  But she needed to see this through. “Yes, Brian, yes.”

  “Okay. Oh…” He stroked himself harder and faster, focusing on the tip and pushing his legs out further, straining every muscle in his body.

  She stared at his cock, his hand, the fingers squeezing. She rubbed herself slowly while she watched him.

  Suddenly he panted loudly, his jaw contorted and a moment later semen launched up from his slit a few inches and landed down on his hand. Then another blast and another then finally a drip slowly slid down the head. He struggled for air as he continued touching and pleasing himself.

  She watched him mesmerized, focusing on the tip and the dripping cum as it flowed over and between his fingers.

  He let out a loud sigh then his body convulsed one last time as he slid his fingers to his balls and cupped them gently. He struggled to say, “Oh, my God. That… was so hot. Such a big orgasm.”

  “I know. You look so sexy doing that. I just love your hands.”

  Sitting up straighter, he opened his eyes wide and shook his head. “Now you. I want to watch you.”

  “Okay.” She rubbed her clit slowly then slid a finger inside. “Oh…”

  “You are so sexy. Can I come closer?”

  “Uh-huh, but no touching.”

  “I just want to see your pussy.”

  “You can.”

  He slipped down to the floor and knelt near her studying her parts. “You are so hot. I would totally be licking you right now.”

  “I know.”

  She squeezed her left breast, moaned then brought her fingers down to her clit as she pressed two fingers of her other hand into her pussy, curling them up in search of her G-spot.

  He watched, captivated as she rubbed her clit and pumped her fingers over and over inside. Her eyes were closed, her breathing labored and her body tense. All at once she inhaled deeply her eyes opened for a brief moment, got big then closed tightly. She cried out and liquid sprayed from between her thighs. Some of it dripping down her legs and some striking Brian in the face.

  “Oh my.” His jaw dropped open.

  She was too caught up in the moment to notice. He watched as the orgasm ripped through her. Her body convulsing. Her pussy pulsating.

  The climax owning her.

  Taking hold of her body.

  Not letting her go.

  He pulled his shirt off and used it to wipe off the chair, her legs then placed it on top of the carpet. “Oh my God, you… I think you squirted.”

  “What?” Jillian gazed at him in confusion with her facilities slowly returning. “I did what?”

  “Squirted. I’ve heard about it.”

  Moving forward in her chair, she looked down to her vagina and the moisture pooling under her backside and onto the robe. “Something happened all right.”

  “You must have had a big O.”

  “I did.”

  “It was so sexy. I wish I could make you come like that.”

  “Maybe you can.”<
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  “Watching you I think I have an idea now.” Leaning to her, he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “I totally feel like fucking you now.”

  “Do you?”

  “And look, I’m still hard.” Pulling back, he motioned to his unrelenting erection.

  “You are.” She gazed at it, impressed, gasping.

  He scooped her up into his arms like she weighed nothing and carried her toward the bed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she smiled in anticipation during the entire ten-foot journey.

  27

  The day of Victoria’s big meeting with the production team had finally arrived. She opened the front door and two men and a woman were standing on the porch. A tall man, buff, and in perfect shape, sporting a tight black T-shirt and jeans. He smiled brightly. “You must be Victoria.”

  “Yes,” Victoria replied.

  He put his hand out to her. “Steve Brickmeyer and my partner Darrius Ames and this is Carrie Lincoln.”

  “It’s so nice to meet you all.” Victoria shook each hand and welcomed them inside.

  Steve scanned the house with a slight frown then turned his attention to Victoria. “We loved your appearance on The Stone Show.”

  “Thank you. It was a lot of fun.”

  Steve smiled. “So no pictures were leaked of your… your—”

  “Don’t even say the word.” Victoria waved her hand at him with a grin. “My husband and I had a mild disagreement about that.”

  Steve laughed. “I wish we were filming already because that’s an episode.”

  “What?”

  “You see, that would have made for a great episode. You fight. You make up. Then you really make-up…” He flashed her a sexy grin.

  “It wasn’t much of a fight. But we did make up.” Victoria raised her eyebrows suggestively and the four shared a laugh.

  Steve added, “Yep, we just need some juicy conflict.”

  Darrius added, “That and some compelling cases from your practice and you’ve got a hit show on your hands.”

  Looking around the living room, Steve rubbed his hands together. “This is perfect. I love your house.”

  “Thank you.”

  He headed across the room and peered into the kitchen. “It would be nice if this was more open.”

  “We’ve been thinking about remodeling,” Victoria replied.

  “You know, we could have a contractor out here and in two weeks open up this whole area.” Steve knocked on the wall between the kitchen and living room. “Do you know if this is load bearing?”