by Amy Brent
There was an amicable conversation as we enjoyed the delicious homemade burgers Pam prepared. To a passerby—and, probably, Pam and Trey as well—the dinner was just a relaxed and fun family event, but for Jessica and me it was anything but. Every second we were forced to sit together with our official significant others, made the atmosphere between us grow heavier and more intense with guilt, questions, hidden lust, memories that didn’t want to stay in the past and a growing sense of possession that was hard to control.
The whole thing was painfully awkward and equally sexy, which meant that by the end of our meal, my cock was so hard I could barely sit still. The flush in Jessica’s cheeks and the pebbled nipples that were visible through her dress were further proof that she was as aroused by this situation as I was.
“Okay, mom,” Jessica said once all of our plates were clean—apparently trying to make the night end faster. “Now that we’ve eaten, are you gonna tell us what this burger dinner is all about?”
Pam’s face beamed with excitement, but as I peeled my gaze from her daughter to look at her, I saw a hint of apprehension as well. Because she was a dear friend and a part of me felt guilty over the silent angry eye fuck happening between her daughter and me, I placed a hand over hers for support and received a smile in return.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Jessica staring daggers at my tender gesture toward her mother. Although making her jealous hadn’t been my goal, I couldn’t help the fluttering in my gut or the twitching in my cock at the sight.
“As you know, a few months ago I applied for a promotion,” Pam started after a long breath, commanding both Jessica and me to stop our little fight of wills and pay full attention to her. “Well, this morning when I landed my supervisor told me that I got it. After twenty years of hard work, I’m finally going to serve first class on international flights.”
Overjoyed for her, Jessica yelped and clapped her hands while I tightened my grip on her hand and brought it to my lips for a congratulatory kiss. Even Trey jumped in with kind words, but before our celebration was complete, Pam raised her hand and shook her head.
“I’m not done,” she said in a more contrite tone. I raised my eyebrow, and Jessica demanded to know what else she had to say. With a deep breath, Pam added, “The post is in Paris. I’ll have to live there for at least two years.”
Panic at the thought of having to go away flashed in Jessica’s face as she stole a quick glance at me before looking back at her mother. “I’m super happy for you mom, but I can’t go with you.”
Seeing her daughter’s expression, Pam smiled a small, sad smile and nodded. “I know, honey. You have school and a life here.” Jessica nodded as Pam continued, “I thought you could stay here, with Ben, until you’re done with school, and I’ll come visit as often as I can. But, if you want me to stay, I’ll stay.”
With my heart pounding a million miles per hour, I looked at Jessica with anticipation at what her answer would be. To my surprise, a little smirk formed on her lips as she innocently said, “Of course, I’ll miss you like crazy, but this is your dream, and I’d never keep you from it. As long as Ben is okay with it, I’ll be fine.”
Sweet relief filled my body at her words. It was as if life was handing me the answer I had been looking for all day. With Pam permanently gone, Jessica and I would be free to live our affair without fear of getting caught by her mother. It was the perfect solution.
Or it would be if it wasn’t for Trey.
With all eyes on me, I looked at Pam and said, “I could never deny you your dream, dear. It won’t be the same without you, but Jessica and I will manage.”
Now that her only impediment was solved, Pam’s shoulders relaxed and her smile widened to the biggest grin I had ever seen on her face. For the next half hour, Jessica and I stole loaded and forbidden glances while we talked about her mother’s exciting adventure. Meanwhile, all I could think about was how to convince Jessica to ditch the weasel so I could finally make her mine.
Then, out of the blue, Jess excused herself to go to the bathroom. Knowing it was now or never, I waited a few seconds and then told Pam and Trey I had to make a phone call and followed Jess inside the house. After a whole day waiting and agonizing over what would happen between us, I was finally going to get this mess over with and make Jessica mine. Halle-fucking-luiah!
Chapter 17 - Jessica
I closed the powder room’s door and placed both hands on the counter as I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was flushed, and my eyes glimmering, which made me want to punch the glass.
Although I knew Ben was a very busy man with a hectic schedule, I had spent the entire day worrying myself sick over his lack of contact. No matter how much shit he had to do, I doubted that he didn’t have five minutes to talk or text the virgin he almost fucked. Leaving me hanging like that, with all sorts of insecurities and doubts running wild through my brain, was mean and confusing. As a result, I was mad as hell at him.
Still, after all the headache he put me through, stupid little me actually felt bad for flaunting Trey in his face. And, to make matters worse, I felt happy that my mother and best friend was leaving the country simply because her absence meant I could be with her husband worry free.
Unable to face myself, I closed my eyes and shook my head. “You’re sick, Jessica. You’re dirty and filthy and stupid and sick.”
Taking deep and calming breaths, I made up my mind that I was going to resist Ben. Despite the lack of fireworks, Trey was a safe bet. He was nice, and I had to be insane to throw it all out for a man like Ben.
No matter how much I wanted him, or how good and alive he made feel, he wasn’t right for me. It was as simple as that, and I knew it. He was too experienced, we were too different, and I was too fragile to be his. A man like him would drive me crazy and break me apart, both things I really didn’t want to experience. Therefore, I stood there, in front of the mirror, breathing and reaffirming my not so firm resolve for a few minutes before I finally felt ready to return to my mother’s celebration.
With a long and empowering breath, I smoothed the fabric of my dress and reached for the door knob. As soon as I opened the door, I regretted it. Leaning on the wall facing the bathroom door, looking like hot sex on legs, was Ben. His eyes were intense and his stance almost predatory.
I pulled in a deep breath and tried to find something smart to say. However, before I had a chance to make my brain work properly, he crossed the hallway, grabbed my neck and kissed my lips.
His lips pressed against mine with so much force it was almost painful and, as a result, my mouth parted with a gasp. Wasting no time, Ben pushed his tongue into my mouth and deepened the kiss. Unlike the needy, horny kisses we had shared the previous night, this one was pure anger and lust. It was like his lips were trying to punish me and brand me all at the same time and, despite my weak resolve to resist, the kiss made me want to do those same things to him.
I wanted him to suffer for keeping me wondering all day and also mark him as my own so he would never put me through this again. Preferring this resolve to my previous one, I dug my nails into the skin of his neck as I pressed my body against his and deepened the kiss.
A throaty groan echoed from somewhere deep inside Ben as he fisted my hair and pulled so hard I felt like the roots would be ripped off my scalp. The pain mixed with the pleasure of his kiss was maddening and addictive. I wanted to push him away and slap his face just as much as I wanted to take off my clothes and beg him to fuck me.
Feeling my center grow wet with desire, I moaned against Ben’s lips and slid one of my hands down to his firm ass. I pushed his pelvis forward and moaned again as his erection dug into my belly. Despite Ben’s groan, he tugged at my hair once more, but this time he also pulled his head away from mine ending our kiss.
I opened my eyes and looked at him with desire and confusion. His eyes were stern and sexy as they stared back into mine.
“Why did you bring that boy into my house?” he d
emanded.
His question and tone sobered me up a bit and reminded me that I was angry too. Instead of replying, I just a raised brow, dug my nails a bit harder on his skin and asked, “Why did you leave without so much as a hello this morning?”
Ben rolled his eyes as if my question and anger were annoying to him, but still replied, “Because I didn’t want to see you with your mother present. Now answer, why is that assclown here?”
“He’s my boyfriend, Benjamin, and I live here too,” I shot back in my most petulant tone. “I don’t owe you explanations regarding who comes to visit me.”
At that reply, Ben’s gorgeous face turned into this stern mask of disappointment. He held my hair even tighter and angled my head sideways to expose my neck and ear. A hot shiver went down my spine as he leaned his body forward and lined his perfect lips to my ear.
“Less than twenty-four hours ago, you put my hand in your pussy and said you would be mine,” he started in a low, contained tone that was filled with fury and need. His words made my heart pound and my breaths turn into pants, but he just ignored my reaction and continued, “You took your clothes off for me and rubbed yourself into an orgasm. You asked to see me come and I did.”
Another shiver raced down my back as the memory of his cock returned to my mind. His free hand moved to cover one of my breasts as he added, “I kissed these perfect tits and coated them with my load, and you loved it. So, yes, baby. You do owe me an explanation as for why you haven’t kept your end of the deal and dumped that prick.”
For some unexplainable reason, his words and the closeness completely erased the anger I felt. They also made me realize how stupid I had been to even think that my life would be better without him in it.
Bitter and lonely, it had been easy to forget that Ben’s kisses had felt like water after a month in the desert, that his presence had filled me with something so much more vital than air, and that his touch had made me feel complete for the first time in my life. However, now that I was back in his arms, feeling his warmth and seeing the desire he felt for me shine in his eyes, I couldn’t deny that no matter how crazy or stupid or broken he made me feel, nothing would be right without him.
Panic at the possibility of losing him gripped at my insides making me almost frantic to make things right.
“I was going to, but you ignored my calls, and I got mad,” I blurted out in a pathetically desperate tone.
He angled a brow at me as the fire in his eyes intensified. “That’s it? That’s the only explanation you have for torturing me all night?”
“Yes,” I whispered and pulled in a deep breath through my lips. Bothered by how much power he seemed to have over me, I forced a more dignified tone into my voice and added, “But you deserved to be punished. Last night was a big night for me, and you acted like it was nothing. Besides, you tortured me too by making me jealous of my own mother.”
A small smirk tugged at Ben’s lips as he repositioned my head to look straight at him. “It wasn’t intentional. Pam is a good friend, and I was happy for her good news.”
“I don’t care,” I blurted out.
“You should.” With a widening smirk, Ben held my hand and slid the one he had on my breast down my torso. Once his palm reached my hips, his fingers started pulling the soft fabric of my skirt up. “Her good news is ours as well. Or at least they will be if you ditch that tool and give yourself to me.”
I opened my mouth to sigh and reply, but Ben didn’t give me a chance. Without any warning or permission, he crashed his lips against mine once more. Like the previous one, the kiss was hot, heavy and intense. It soaked my panties and made me literally wince at how good it felt.
While our mouths moved together, Ben continued to reveal more and more of my leg until all of the fabric was pooled in his palm. Then, in a fast and careful move, he ran his hand up the curve of my ass and underneath the thin fabric of my panties. His middle finger touched the crack of butt, and though he didn’t dip his finger between my cheeks, he traced a slow line downward.
“When you’re mine, we’re going to have some fun with this,” Ben whispered with his mouth still pressed against mine.
The sound of his voice mixed with the voices of my mother and Trey that poured into the hallway through the glass doors at the far end, but somehow, I didn’t feel afraid that they would see us or embarrassed to be felt up in an open hallway. I couldn’t really explain what was happening to me, but there was something so incredibly erotic about being touched in such a forbidden way with people close by that completely numbed my body to every emotion besides the rawest and purest arousal.
Giving myself to the pleasure of his touch, I moved my feet sideways a bit to give Ben room to explore me as he saw fit. When his finger finally reached the space between my legs, I gasped. He took the opportunity to kiss me once more. As his lips moved against mine his palm cupped my pussy and his fingers teased my wet folds and clit.
The sensation was indescribable, and before I could really take stock of what was happening, Ben pulled his fingers back towards my opening. Holding me tightly, he pushed my back against the wall, raised one of my legs, so it was circling his hips and rolled his hard cock against the soaked fabric of my panties.
Despite his pants, I could feel his cock pushing against my clit, and it made my entire body tremble with desire and pleasure. Adding to the sensation, Ben pushed his finger inside of me in a fucking motion. My eyes widened at the new sensation, and I stopped kissing him. Honestly, I didn’t want to, but the feeling of having a part of him buried inside me was so intense I couldn’t focus on anything else.
I moaned against his lips as the pressure started to build in my belly. The whole world disappeared as the focus of my existence turned to the back and forth movement of his hand. Up until that moment, every pleasure I had felt was at my own hands, and though it was nice, it wasn’t nearly as good as this.
Ben continued to pump his hips against me and fuck me with his finger for a few more minutes until my hands grabbed at his clothes and my moans became needy desperate groans. When my body finally exploded with an orgasm, Ben muffled my cries with a kiss that trumped every other I had ever experienced.
We continued to kiss until my breathing slowed and the strength in my legs returned. Then, Ben helped me to regain my balance and finally pulled his body away from me.
Staring deep into my eyes, he said, “That was a preview. Break up with him, and I’ll give you that tenfold every day. But do it tonight. I’m not a patient man.”
With that warning, he pushed the finger he had just fucked me with inside his mouth and started walking towards the door that led into the patio. Biting my bottom lip, I fixed my hair and dress as I watched Ben walk away.
Then, I followed him into the patio, bound and determined to free myself of Trey so I could finally turn my virginity over to my sexy Daddy.
Chapter 18 – Jessica
Dessert took forever, and it was all Ben’s fault. He insisted on popping a champagne and eating seconds and thirds of the chocolate cake his chef had baked for us. I wasn’t really sure why he was wasting so much time celebrating his fake wife when he knew I needed some time alone to break up with my boyfriend before he could fuck me—and he would fuck me tonight. Of that, I was certain.
To make matters worse, after I returned from my “bathroom break” Trey became very handsy and clingy. He draped an arm over my shoulder, rubbed his thumb against the exposed skin of my shoulder and kissed my cheek repeatedly. Although I usually didn’t mind his touches, after my hallway moment with Ben, they made me feel gross. I now belonged to another and, therefore, he had no right to touch me—especially in front of Ben.
For some reason, however, Ben didn’t seem to care about Trey’s advances. In fact, he appeared to be downright enjoying the sight of me squirming and pushing Trey away. Considering how jealous and possessive he had been just minutes before, his behavior was as odd as it was annoying.
It was about eleven
at night when the awkwardness and the oddity of the evening finally became too much for me. Realizing that this night would never be over unless I took matters into my own hands, I forced an exaggerated yawn.
“Tired, honey?” Mom asked yawning as well.
I nodded. “Yep, it was a long day, and I have classes tomorrow.”
“I have to report to the French training facility tomorrow, so I have to be at the airport at seven to catch a flight,” mom added.
“I’ve got three morning meetings and a business lunch,” Ben offered.
We all looked at Trey who merely shrugged. “I don’t have anything going on until the gig on Sunday-Funday.”
Embarrassed for him, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. For the last two months, I had forced myself to ignore his many flaws, such as overall lack of purpose in life and excessive use of stupid slang, but now that Ben was mine for the taking, I couldn’t take it any longer. Trey was a good man, I had to admit that, but he was definitely not the man for me, and every second I spent with him caused me physical pain.
“Well, unfortunately, we can’t all be as lucky as you, Trey,” I said with a fake smile. He gave me a grin and shrug in return before I turned to look at my mom and Ben who were almost laughing at my obvious sarcasm. Making an actual effort not to sound too bitchy, I said, “I think we should call it a night, then.”
“It’s a shame, it has been such a pleasurable evening,” Ben said in a voice filled with innuendo while he stared at me.
