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What the hell am I doing?
I've never had a one-night stand before. I'm not even a one-night-stand kind of girl. In college, my roommate, used to bring home a different guy every single weekend and I’d thought it was tacky. Of course, it was her body, her business. But I’d never been tempted to bring some random dude home.
And yet here I am, speeding down the street in a sleek limo with a man I just met, as well as his entourage. Ben could be a serial killer for all I know. Somehow, I doubt it though. Weren’t they supposed to be creepy? Sinister? Ben was seductive, enticing.
And there's a strange sort of safety in being surrounded by his guards. Although, since they work for Ben, I doubt they would intervene if he did something to hurt me.
God. Listen to me. I sound like a psycho.
Somehow, I get the impression, I was missing something huge here. Ben had a limo at his disposal, guards, and money to burn. I suppose he could be a CEO or something, but I put his age at 21 or 22, like me. It was a bit young to be running a company. Maybe he was a trust fund guy? He had wealthy parents and did whatever he damn well pleased.
Essentially, none of this was adding up. If he was a movie star or a singer, I would’ve recognized him. I love celebrity gossip, so I’m always up to date on the latest entertainment news.
He had an accent as well. British. Maybe he was famous in the UK but hadn’t made it big across the pond yet? I don’t know. Frankly, I can’t think about it right now. I'll worry about all of this tomorrow. For now, I want to focus on the experience, being with him.
I’ve never been this attracted to a guy before. And I didn’t know what to make of it. He was handsome, of course, but I’ve seen more attractive guys. Although being tall, blond, and handsome didn’t hurt. Not to mention rich. I'm sure girls throw themselves at him every day. God knows I did.
Maybe it was confidence? That’s very sexy. Regardless, I was willing to go wherever this adventure led me. And I’d worry about the questions and potential fallout later...when I could concentrate.
Ben's hand was on my knee, slowly working its way up my thigh. His guards were in a SUV behind us. The limo driver closed the partition between the front and back seats. So, we were all alone. And yet, there’s still the thrill of being discovered, which adds an extra edge to his touch.
And I'm on fire.
My pussy is aching, as though it feels empty. I haven’t had sex in a long time, nearly three months. I think I've gotten my virginity back. That’s what happens, right? If you don’t use it, your hymen grows back? At least, that’s what it felt like. During my senior year, I’d had a regular boyfriend, but we’d split up right after graduation. Ever since then, I’d been playing with my battery-operated boyfriend, but it wasn’t quite the same.
Ben somehow senses my need, his fingers were expertly tracing slow circles, making goosebumps erupt all over my skin. I wanted to jump him right here, right now.
“I'm not familiar with New York. How far away are we from your apartment?”
It took me a moment to register the question. I felt needy, distracted. All I can focus on is the deep dark tone of his voice. Not to mention, the way he was looking at me. It’s like Ben wanted to devour me, eat me alive. And I just might let him.
And then I shake myself mentally.
I clear my throat. “Not far. Maybe 20 minutes away? Depending on traffic.”
“Then we have plenty of time.”
“Time for what?” As soon as the words left my mouth, he started in on me. Ben's fingertip trailed higher up my thigh, tracing the line of my panties.
I squirm.
I’m sure there was a wet spot on the crotch. I’d been needy for more since we’d danced earlier, being in his arms, pulled against his chest had gotten me going.
His nostrils flare. “You’re wet for me.” His fingers rub up and down the damp cotton. We are speeding down the road, beneath flickering street lamps. I watch the shadows dance over his chiseled face.
I was brought back to Earth as his fingers flicked across a sensitive stop. Now, I am soaking wet. God, I hope I haven’t stained the leather seat beneath me.
He slips a finger inside and I let a strangled moan.
“What are you doing?”
He cocks a brow. “What do you think?”
“Trying to kill me?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll bring you back to life afterward.”
I doubt I’ll survive it. “What about the driver?” I nod to the partition.
Ben smirks. “He’s listening to the radio.”
I concentrate on the here and now, instead of my own clamoring hormones. Sure enough, I can hear the twangy sound of a country music station.
“And if you’re very quiet, he’ll never hear a thing. Besides, he’s signed an NDA too.”
Ben made it sound so logical and natural, sweeping aside any concerns, and I’m almost tempted to go along with him, and worry about this later.
“Um, I’ve never done anything quite like this. And I'm not the kind of girl who wants an audience.”
“How do you know, if you've never tried it? There's a first time for everything.”
He had an answer for everything. Ben was smooth. Too smooth. I bet he has seduced countless women. I'm going to be the latest notch on his bedpost. This should really bother me. I didn’t do womanizers. Literally. Who wants some fuck boy who’s only trying to use you? Not me.
And yet, right now, I can’t even bring myself to care. I just want him. Need him. We've gone way past wants and desires. Maybe because it’s been so long for me. My body knows what it needs and she’s going to do anything she has to get it.
“Relax. Let me make you cum.” His fingertips slowly slipped up and down my wet flesh, making me arch. My thighs shook a little.
Thank God I'd shaved earlier today. Both my legs, and my bikini line. It's almost like I subconsciously knew what I was going to be up to later on today.
When I was hovering on the edge, he brings one glistening finger to his mouth, closes his eyes, and tastes me. My pussy clenches in response.
“Mmm... You taste even better than I thought you would.” His smile is wolfish. “I can't wait to lick every single inch of you. I'm going to make you come so many times tonight, Isabelle. You're going to have trouble remembering your own name.”
I had no doubt he was telling the truth.
Then his hand was back between my legs and I clamped my thighs around him, involuntarily. Ben rubs his thumb, in a slow tight circle around my clit. Not even touching it yet. It was more of a tease than a touch. I was dying for more and the bastard knew it. He watches my face, tempting me. Teasing me.
“Do you want more, Isabelle?”
I clench my teeth. “Yes.”
“Good. I should probably tell you I like to be in charge in the bedroom. So, I’ll be leading this whole evening and if I do something you don’t like, just tell me, and I’ll stop. Understood?”
I simply nodded. I’m feeling overwhelmed. My nipples are hard, my pussy’s on fire. I’m biting the inside of my cheek. Suddenly, I feel like I’m falling apart, unraveling.
“And if you want something, all you have to do is ask.” His thumb grazes my clit, before he pulls away again.
I moan.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes. Please.” God, listen to me. Begging.
“Do you need it?”
“Yes.”
“Then by all means.” This time he circles my clit and I make a helpless, mewling sound.
“Fuck, I love the little sounds you make. Do you know how erotic they are?”
I shake my head.
“Mmm...” And he continues exploring me, pushing one finger, and then another into me. “You have such a wet and tight pussy. I can’t wait to get inside you.”
“Me either.” I thought I might die if he didn’t fuck me.
At least Ben wasn’t immune to me either. I could see from the bulge in his jeans, I was having the same effect on him. Although, he seems to be more in control of his own body.
I shamelessly traced the line of his erection through the tight denim. This time, he moaned. We were both needy, greedy for more.
Ben brushes my hand away from his crotch, and grasps both my wrists, holding them together on the seat, as he explores my pussy. This time, he isn’t gentle. He strokes, caresses, touches the soaked folds, making me writhe and lift my hips up for more. And more.
“You’re going to cum for me, Isabelle. Right here, right now. Understand?”
“I can’t let go.” My eyes slam shut, my head falls back against the seat, and I shake my head.
“Yes, you can. And you will. Cum for me. Now.” And then he pinches my clit.
I start to cry out, but he lets go of my wrists and covers my mouth. I whimper into his palm, as the orgasm rushes through me. Afterward, I’m left breathless, gasping. I can’t even believe what just happened.
With a smug smile, he puts us both back to rights, pulling my skirt down, wiping his hand on a handkerchief. I’m too blown away to even speak.
And eventually, we pull into the driveway of my apartment building, and one of his guards ask for my keys. They want to check out my apartment before Ben and I went in... In case I had assassins waiting? I didn’t even know I’d meet Ben tonight.
Regardless, I hand over the keys and tell them which apartment to check. I wish I'd cleaned up earlier. My place wasn't too bad, but I had dishes in the sink, and dirty clothes from this afternoon on the floor of my bedroom.
Ben is impatient. His leg is bouncing up and down. And I notice the bulge in his trousers has gotten larger. I lick my lips and his gaze follows the movement.
“I can’t wait to get you inside.”
Another rush of lust barrels through me. “Me either.”
“Do you live alone?”
“Yes.”
He smirks. “Good, then we can be loud.”
Maybe I should’ve offered to go back to his hotel room with him instead of inviting him here? Too late now. If Ben is used to limos, my place will be a disappointment. I could barely afford a one-bedroom apartment in a sketchy part of the city. He probably has a mansion and a gardener. And yet, he doesn’t seem to care. My apartment was built in the seventies and it has the clunky architecture typical of the time. The roof is missing some shingles, and there are bars on the windows.
Ben is just focused on me. Probably because he wants to fuck me. Men can be a little single minded when it comes to sex. Thank God.
After a few minutes, the guard appears again and nods to the rest of the team. They flank us as we walk up the driveway, like there are snipers in the overgrown bushes. We head in the front door, past the lobby, and they place themselves in front of my door and down the hallway, but didn’t come inside.
Thank God they wouldn’t be joining us in my living room.
As soon as we got in the door, he was on me.
Ben presses my back against the wall and holds my arms up over my head. Once again, he gathers my wrists in one hand and then strokes his fingertips down the length of my arms. When he reaches my shoulder, he traces a path to my collarbone, which he traces, before grasping my throat. He doesn’t squeeze though, he just holds onto me. I feel like his possession, his prey.
And, just like that, I’m wet again.
Ben kisses me, pushing his tongue between my lips, demanding a response. I sigh into his mouth, opening myself. I've never been this ready, this willing. He reaches under my skirt and pulls my panties down. They pool at my ankles as I trembled in anticipation.
Once again, he probed me, pushing two fingers inside my pussy. I gasp at the intrusion.
“You have such a hot, wet, little pussy.”
Ben pulls me into his arms, spins me around, so my back is to his front, and then he propels me over to the shabby couch I hauled back from the neighbor’s trash down the street. He pushes me over one arm and flips my skirt up, baring my ass and pussy to his gaze. I turn around, glimpsing him over my shoulder and the hungry look in his eyes is overwhelming.
“Just like a ripe peach.” He slaps my ass. Hard.
I hiss in response, but not in pain. No, it feels good, the little pain heightened the pleasure. I’ve never had kinky sex before, but I’m game to try anything right now. I hear the whir of his zipper behind me and then the hard head of his cock is rubbing up and down my folds. Ben feels so thick, so big, and I can’t wait to have him inside me.
“Do you want me to wear a condom?” Ben asks, fondling my ass, squeezing the cheeks.
“I’m clean and, um, haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I’m also on the pill. What about you?”
“I get tested regularly and I don’t have anything.”
“Then, I guess we don’t need one.” I can’t even believe I’m saying the words, but I want him inside me, without any barriers. It had to be hormonal, my body craving his, and everything he had to offer, including semen. Either that, or I was losing my mind.
Ben takes his time, slowly pushing the head in, and then withdrawing. I rock my hips against the couch, needing more. My pussy feels empty and I want him to fill me to the brim. He does it again. When I push back against him, he slaps my ass. Again.
“Something you need, Isabelle?”
“You. Please.”
“Please what?” he asks.
I grit my teeth. Dirty talk is new to me, too. Thinking something and saying it out loud are two different things.
“Please fuck me.”
“My pleasure.”
He sinks into me and I grip the couch, bracing myself. Ben fucks me from behind, going harder, faster. I can’t think. The only thing I can concentrate on is the feeling of him inside me. Pumping me, filling my little pussy up.
“Damn. I can’t last much longer.” Ben is holding onto my hips, slamming into me. “You’re too tight, too perfect.”
Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. Even though I’d just had an orgasm, I was greedy for another. And another.
“Please, Ben! I need to cum.”
He grinds his hips, rubbing my clit against the couch, and it was exactly what I needed, the friction, the sensation, drove me over. Before long, I cry out, calling his name. And I didn’t care if the guards heard us, or even my neighbors.
With a roar, he came.
My last coherent thought is, a girl could get used to this.