“Your name must be Coca Cola, because you’re so-da-licious.”
He freezes, his hands on his buckle, before he looks at me, wide-eyed. “I fucking love you,” he growls.
I smile and brush a kiss across his lips before kneeling down before him. The carpet is rough beneath my bare skin, and I feel my face scrunching at the harsh sensation. Without hesitation, Ben pulls his t-shirt off and tucks it under my knees. The sight of my half-naked fiancé, with his jeans hanging off his hips, showcasing that delicious V, causes me a moment of panic as realization dawns and I begin to appreciate how disastrously this could end. But when I glance around, I see the shop is still empty and the corner we’re hidden in is much too dim for anyone to see us until they were right upon us.
Ben’s hand caresses my jaw and he gently lifts my chin until I am looking directly at him.
“We don’t have to,” he assures me. But after the orgasm he gave me only minutes ago, he deserves this.
Without a word, I lightly trace along the edge of his black boxer briefs, enjoying the way goosebumps pepper his skin, and then slide them and his jeans down his strong thighs. His cock, thick and hard, pops up and hits his stomach with a soft thud. I lick my lips, thoughtlessly, and Ben groans, running his hands through his hair, his face tight with need.
The sight urges me on, and I take him in my hands, stroking him a couple of times before taking him in my mouth. My tongue swirls around the tip and when his hands make their way into my hair and he pushes me down his shaft, I can’t control my moan. I allow him to take control of my mouth, thrusting into me, while I trail my fingertips lightly up and down his thighs.
I’m lost in the moment, about to slide my hand under his balls and give them a gentle massage when an unwanted noise pierces my consciousness.
“What the hell is going on back here?” a gruff voice calls out.
My eyes pop open and I look up at Ben, along the chiseled line of his abs. Eyes closed and hands still tight in my hair, it’s obvious he didn’t hear anything, so I do the only thing I can think of and push my head back against his hands while my hands find traction on his hips and I push him away.
Unfortunately, the result of that is my mouth popping off his cock just as he falls backward, landing on his ass, completely naked with his pants down around his ankles.
He grabs hold of an old cardboard sign and holds it in front of his junk, a glazed, confused expression on his face as though his brain hasn’t quite caught up with the reality of the situation, just as an enraged Mr. Watson rounds the corner of the aisle.
“What the hell…” He trails off, looking as though he’s about to pop a blood vessel.
Ben scrambles up, keeping the sign firmly in place, and much to my horror, I feel a laugh bubbling up my throat. I slap a hand over my mouth and the movement catches the attention of the irate store owner. His glare narrows on me briefly before he fixes it back on Ben.
“Boy, pull your pants up and get the hell out of my shop before I call the police.” And with that, he turns and storms back to the front of the shop, leaving Ben and I staring at each other in embarrassment.
Or should I say, I’m looking on in embarrassment. His expression is closer to amusement. Which kind of makes me want to punch him.
He drops the sign and drags his pants back up, holding his hand out for me to throw him his t-shirt.
“What?” He furrows his brows at me, catching his shirt easily.
“What do you mean, what?” I hiss, folding my arms across my chest.
“You know, it’s a good thing I just bought life insurance.” He re-buckles his belt, ignoring my exasperation.
“What?” I snap.
“Because I saw you and my heart stopped.” He grins at me and all I can do is shake my head and walk away.
“Hey, where are you going? Squeak? Squeak!”
But I keep on walking.
Before he can see the smile spread across my face.
And, most definitely before he realizes that I pocketed his car keys when they fell out of his pocket.
I win.
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