Hold On to Me

“One tequila, two tequila, three tequila floor.”

“That really does apply to you,” he joked.

She turned around, but Ben didn’t move or give her space. He stayed in the same position and felt every outline of his hard body. Her lips parted when she came face to face with him. Chest to hips were pressed together and she had a strong urge to pull that lip of his into her mouth.

Ben never took his eyes off of her as he pinched his cigarette between fingers and took a drag. He blew the smoke out from the corner of his mouth then brought the cigarette to her lips. She parted her lips

more and he slipped it in. She didn’t know why, but she found the move unbelievably hot. She inhaled and blew it out, purposely hitting his face and sighed as she did. In this moment, she was wet with desire for Ben.

Tilting his head to the side, he said quietly, “Who knew you were so much fun, Alyssa?”

She shrugged with a coy smile and reached for the shot glass. She drank half of it and gave the other half to Ben.

He shook his head. “Take it all.”

“I’m really drunk.”

“So am I, but I always finish what I start.” Why did that sound so hot to her? His eyes were dark and she found herself falling into them. She tipped the shot back and he gestured to the other one.

“No more. You take that one. I can’t feel my legs.” Ben grinned and drank it.

“You’re really drunk and can’t feel your legs … I’m thinking we’re gonna have a slumber party,” he winked.

“I’m a thinkin’ you’re right,” she breathed. It was stupid to drive in this condition and she wasn’t going to take a chance.

Alyssa was achieving her goal for the night. No stress, no tears, no feeling until Ben asked, “Can’t imagine lover boy knows you’re here.”

She looked away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You just want to forget it, right?” She looked back at Ben and nodded. “And let me guess, you want me to make you forget everything, right?”

She didn’t answer his question because in that moment, she did want that.

“You know about Jace, right?”

He nodded, but no sympathy was shown. “It’s unfortunate.”

“Yeah.”

Ben licked his lips and she watched, mesmerized by his lip ring and movement. He threaded his fingers through the back of her head and tipped her face to meet his. He was so close that she could smell the tequila coming off his breath.

Closing the distance, Ben didn’t hesitate when he kissed her. And she let him because the truth was she had wanted to kiss him since she met him.

Ben’s kisses were different. He didn’t ask with his touch, he took and demanded. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and kissed her hard. Alyssa kissed him back with the same intensity, tasting the tequila on him. He tugged on her hair and she went to wrap her arms around his neck, but he stopped her and pushed them against the wall.

Reaching down, Ben gripped her thighs and picked her up. He shoved her back into the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles and he rolled his hips into her sex. Alyssa moaned. She became even wetter from the feel of his jeans pushing on her. His touch wasn’t light and she liked that. He was rough with his kisses and his abrasive fingers kneaded her hips. She couldn’t process it from the liquor hitting her hard. It was like he was touching her everywhere all at once, her body was climbing and she wanted more. His fingers slid around her hips and down to her wetness. Ben didn’t hesitate and he pushed in. She clenched around him from the intrusion, both liking it but hurting from it too. Her back bowed and broke the kiss.

“Ow.” Ben pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I had a feeling you would taste like this,” he whispered.

Heart racing, she panted. “Like what?”

“Like a juicy sweet peach.” Her cheeks flushed, burning from his forwardness. It was a good thing she didn’t have panties to put on after the shower because they would be soaked right now. A slow grin danced across his face. Before she could process what was happening, Ben pulled her off the wall and had her in his room and on his bed in seconds. He licked her neck, biting the curve of her shoulder and she shivered. His hands went to her breasts and he groaned pushing his hips back and forth into her. Her head was spinning. Alyssa was wound up and turned on, and as much as her body was on fire and beginning for release, she wasn’t planning on having sex tonight. Her hands found his chest, as his mouth found hers again. Ben did have a way with his rough kisses and she kissed him back again. Her legs tightened around his waist and he pushed his cock into her again. She tried to stifle her moans, but she failed. Ben’s hand slid to the outside of her thigh where the boxer shorts slid up. He gripped her hard then reared back and slapped that spot. Alyssa jumped from the shocking sting. Before she could complain, he rubbed it in circles, heating it up and then pulled back and slapped her in the same spot, this time pressing his erection into her. It was a feeling she’d never felt, both pain and pleasure and despite her body reacting to it, she needed to stop it.

Alyssa brought her hands to his chest to stop Ben. She broke the kiss and turned her head to the side, breathing heavily. Ben grabbed both wrists and placed them above her head.

“I …” she breathed, seeing triple of Ben. “I think we should stop.”