No Strings
“Now you’re gonna get it,” he warns just before he flies out of his chair and scoops me into his arms. He takes us over to the couch and drops onto it with me in his lap. “That was my favorite.” He tickles my sides as I chew the delicious dessert, laughing so hard my belly hurts.
“Sorry!” I say through a laugh, but because my mouth is full of cold vanilla ice cream, it comes out muffled.
He stops suddenly, his gaze landing on me, and then his mouth collides with mine, his tongue demanding entrance. I part my lips, allowing him access, and he swipes his tongue across mine, moaning into my mouth.
“Mmm,” he murmurs against my lips, “my favorite.” I open my eyes and find his already open, staring at me with his intention clear.
“Ben,” I breathe. “We can’t do this.”
“Why not? We want each other… We both know the score. Wouldn’t you rather be with someone you know than with some strange guy you have no idea about?”
I nod in agreement. That’s exactly what I was talking to Brianne about earlier, but…
“I’m scared of getting attached,” I admit. “Of mixing sex with emotions.”
“I’ll remind you every day that you can’t get attached to me. That I’m not the guy for you. I promise you, Savy. You’re safe to have your no-strings sex with me. And then, when you’re ready to give that whole family plan a go again, I’ll let you go so you can find the man you’re meant to spend your life with.”
He makes it sound so simple, so easy. And maybe for him it is, but for me… I don’t know if I’m capable of this. Of not getting attached.
But then he drags his tongue across the seam of his lips, and I let my hormones, instead of my head, do the talking. Because my lady parts, they’re begging for Ben, begging me to throw caution to the wind and, for the first time, live a little. No analyzing, no planning, just having some fun.
His hazel eyes bore into mine, begging me to say yes, and before my head can talk my hormones out of it, I pull Ben to me for a hard kiss, silently communicating my decision. He pulls back slightly, raising a brow. “You sure?”
“Yes, I want you. Just… please, don’t let me get attached.”
“Not a problem,” he growls, lifting me so I’m now straddling his lap. Because I’m in a jersey dress, when my legs land on either side of him, my center rubs against his hard length. I moan into his mouth, the friction of his sweatpants and dick turning me on.
In one fell swoop, Ben removes my dress, leaving me in only my bra and panties. He reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, sliding the straps over my arms and then tossing it to the side.
He cups one of my breasts in his large hand, and his lips latch onto my nipple, bringing the hardened peak into his mouth and between his teeth. When he bites down, scraping my sensitive flesh, the mixture of pleasure and pain damn near send me over the edge. I’ve never come like this, but based on the way my body is humming, I almost think it’s possible. When he does it again, this time rougher, I grind my pelvis against his, making him groan.
“I need you inside me,” I beg, not caring how desperate and needy I sound.
“Nuh-uh,” he murmurs, releasing my breast and taking the other into his hand. “We have the place to ourselves and nowhere else to be. I’m going to enjoy every single inch of you.”
He picks me up and walks us to his room, laying me out on the middle of his bed. With one hand, he reaches behind and pulls his shirt off, and I take a second to appreciate the sight in front of me. He pulls his pants down, leaving himself in only a pair of black Calvin’s, and joins me on the bed.
Spreading my thighs, he drags himself between them and wastes no time exploring my body. He nips and sucks and kisses along my breasts, across my torso, and down the apex of my legs until he gets to my center, where he eats me like I’m his dessert. I come loud and hard, tugging on his hair and begging for him to fuck me.
Thankfully, Ben is thinking straight because Lord knows my brain is hazy from my orgasm. He grabs a condom from his bedside drawer, rolling it over his dick before he climbs on top of me and enters me in one fluid motion.
His lips brush mine, and his fingers tangle in my hair as he fucks me. It’s different from the other night, though. It’s not hard or fast. It’s slow and methodical. He takes his time, hitting all the right places deep within me until we’re both flying off the edge together.