32. Shocked
SHELL SHOCKED
I didn’t know that I would like it this much. There was no way to know it would feel this good. Not just the toy rubbing against my g-spot, but truly dominating this strong, amazing man beneath me.
I didn’t know what to expect when it came to wearing a strap-on but I like the way it feels.
The cool leather is tight against my skin, nearly digging in but in a pleasant way.
With each thrust the toy on my end rubs the inside of my walls, but the harness itself doesn’t move much to provide friction on my clit.
“Please don’t stop,” he begs.
His one hand is cradling his balls while the other is holding my rib cage.
It’s hard gauging each thrusts of my hips and I accidentally slip out of him, which has him groaning and me gripping the base of the toy, lining it back up against him and pressing in.
“Okay?”
“Yeah,” he replies in a pant.
I move slowly, watching where I’m entering him, knowing now how far not to go so that I don’t fall out.
“What feels better? Slower or faster?”
“You can go faster,” he tells me and I shift my hips, my ass flexing with each thrust, and the small toy inside of me is hitting a delicious spot. It has me moaning, and that has Ben’s eyes rolling in the back of his head.
“That’s okay?” I check in, knowing that I need this to be good for him, and that he’s been wanting this just as much as I have. I wouldn’t want to hurt him, or for him to not speak up if something didn’t feel right.
“Yeah, it feels so fucking good. You give me just what I need, you’re perfect,” he says, giving me the praise I needed to go faster, the toy moving in and out of him while he holds the base of his cock.
“You’re taking me so well. You needed this, didn’t you?”
“So fucking bad. I don’t think I’m going to last,” he says, his hard cock weeps at the tip as he whimpers with every thrust.
He’s so ridiculously sexy like this I can’t barely handle it.
“Don’t come, not yet,” I tell him, wanting this to last, wanting to remember this moment forever. “I want to watch you longer.”
He nods his head, his abdomen rigid as he holds his breath in and out and I slow down my thrusts, no longer giving him the faster thrusts that had him on the edge of coming.
“Does it feel good, Mr. Carlson? Does it feel like you deserve an A?”
“Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers digging into my skin. “Yes. So good. You’re so good to me.”
“That’s right. Are you going to take it deeper for me? If you take it deep, I’ll let you finish.”
“Please, please. Fuck. Please let me come,” he begs and it breaks my resolve.
There’s no way I can edge him any longer.
“Are you going to make a mess for me? You love being my good boy, don’t you?” I ask.
The hardest part is keeping the right rhythm as I thrust in and out of him. Each time I push all the way inside of him, he’s moaning with pleasure. It's fascinating watching the toy slip in and out of him, knowing it’s hitting just the right spot.
I slide my hand from his quaking thigh and slowly stroke his cock.
It has his hand slipping away from his sac, tangling in the sheets as his abdomen flexes and softer, sexy whimpers slip out of his mouth.
“You’re taking it so good, baby.” I thrust a little harder, letting the toy go deeper and drag against his prostate with each thrust. “Come for me.”
His grip on my ribcage is tight, but welcome, as he tosses his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing with pleasure.
Harsh breaths slip in and out of his nose as his lips part. His thighs are shaking and his stomach is taut.
My fist is stroking him and my thrusts are uncoordinated, but it’s hard to focus when all I want to do is watch him fall apart, knowing that I’m the one making those soft slips of euphoria fall out of his mouth.
Me. Only me.
The toy inside of me feels good, but it’s not enough to make me come. It doesn’t matter though, because watching him tipping over the peak of his orgasm is all I need.
“Kate,” he says my name like a prayer as warm cum shoots out of the tip of his cock, falling over my knuckles and spurting onto his happy trail.
I don’t stop fucking him with my fist or the strap-on. Not until his hand reaches out, grabbing my wrist and his spine is lurching off the bed because it’s too much.
He looks at me with those pretty blue-green eyes like I’m a goddess.
“Good?” I ask, slowly sliding out of him.
He gasps when the toy leaves his body.
“Good?” he questions, laughing and shaking his head. “Kate, I think I saw God. Now please take that thing off and ride my face,” he says.
It’s the most demanding I think he’s ever been, and it has me wanting to laugh as well.
He straightens his legs, and I climb onto his stomach.
“Take it off for me.”
Ben’s hands are a little shaky as he grabs the leather straps, unlatching them from the loops. I rise on my knees as he gently pulls off the harness and toy from inside of me.
His hands go to my hips as I shimmy up the bed, pressing my pussy against his face. It’s reminiscent of our first night together. I close my eyes and replay everything I just did to him, and how edged I felt the whole time.
Ben licks me fervently, his gaze locked on mine, and his fingers digging into my thighs.
“Right there,” I tell him, shifting my pelvis, so his mouth is just in the right spot. I’m so close, so soon, and I’m not sure if I want to ride the wave or pull back so I can make this last longer.
But when he moans against my pussy, there’s no pulling back as I ride his face.
“Fuck, you make me feel so good,” I tell him, his eyes shutter and his hands glide to my ass, as his fingers roam the indents of where the harness was pressed against my flesh.
His tongue is too much, and I’m too worked up, I didn’t stand a chance in making this last. When his lips wrap around my clit, I fall apart, coming faster than I have in my whole life.
I don’t move for a few moments, my chest heaving as I catch my breath and pet Ben’s hair before I slide down his body and he cradles me against his chest. I stroke his chest, arms, and throat as we lie there.
“How are you feeling?” I ask him.
He squeezes me a little closer. “Exhausted in the best kind of way.”
“Was there anything that was uncomfortable for you? Anything you really liked or didn’t like?”
He turns to his side, so that we’re staring at each other. My hand is flat on his chest as he rubs down my arm.
“I think I like just about anything as long as it’s with you,” he says, and it has me licking my lips and swallowing down all these feelings.
Instead of responding, I pull his head to my chest, petting his hair as we lie there in tender silence.
A shower, two water bottles, a bag of Doritos later, and Ben and I are lying on my bed naked, a random show on in the background.
I don’t ask him to leave, and he doesn’t make some excuse to skedaddle the fuck out of here either, so we just lie there. His head is on my lap as I flip through my emails, approving the artists my students send in for their papers.
I can feel Ben staring at me as I glance down.
“Yes?”
“One, you look really hot in professor mode. Two, have you thought about The Bahamas? We both really want you to come.”
Had I thought about Gavin’s offer? Only a thousand times.
I thought about why it was a poor decision, how I’m already in too deep and if I met their mother, it would only make it ten times worse.
Then I thought about how much I missed them and how nice it would be to get away, how it would feel like the summer never has to end.
“I don’t know.”
“Can I ask what’s holding you back?” he asks.
Oh, only that I’m in love with you and your brother and I’m not sure if you feel the same?
“It’s just a lot with it being the start of the semester and taking a trip.”
He doesn’t seem to believe that answer, and I guess I don’t either.
“Please? Gavin already got us a condo, so we won’t have to stay the whole time with my family. It’s our favorite place. We want to share it with you.”
I pet his hair, putting my tablet down.
They’ve shared so much with me, been vulnerable and there for me when I need them, if this is really what they want…
“Fine, I’ll go.”
Ben grins, nearly leaping out of the bed.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“I gotta tell Gavin. Pack up your bags. We leave tomorrow at 5,” he says.
This is definitely not a good idea, but I can’t deny that I loved putting a smile on his face. So, instead of answering more emails, I’m tossing on a T-shirt and packing a bag for a long weekend with my friends who are also brothers who I happen to fuck, and their family.
What could go wrong?
“Are you sure? I mean I could get a ride share home. It’s not a big deal,” I say as we’re walking to the private section of the airport.
Gavin has a death grip on my luggage as he shakes his head.
“Nope, you’re at the airport. There’s no going back now,” Gavin says in his bossy tone.
“Everyone already likes you. It’ll be fine, Kate,” Ben says, trying to be reassuring, but all I feel is complete dread.
I’m nervous about the questions their parents are going to ask. Are they going to wonder which brother I have a crush on? Are they going to buy the whole “Kate is just our close friend” bullshit?
Granted, their brothers and sisters-in-law probably have an idea, and I liked them all a lot, but this seems like a big step when this can’t go any further than it already has.
Suddenly Gavin stops mid step and grabs my chin, his gaze locked in on mine.
“What are you worried about?” he asks.
“Are they really going to buy that I’m just your friend?” I say, and maybe, just maybe, I say the word friend like a slur.
“No. Because you’re not just our friend. Now we need to move our asses so they don’t take off without us.”
I blink at him, and he grabs my wrist, nearly dragging me through people as we finally get to the private gate.
Ben speaks with the attendant and we’re taken down to a golf cart that will bring us to the plane.
“Gavin, what does that mean?” I finally speak up, some of my brain cells coming back online. As wind whips through my hair, I see the smaller plane that we’re driving towards. My nerves were already fried, and now I feel like I might throw up.
Could he really? Could they both feel what I feel?
“We’ll talk about it later,” he says, which has me wanting to have an absolute meltdown.
But there’s not a single moment for that as we enter the plane and I come face to face with the entire Carlson clan.
“Kate, you've met the delinquents. These are my parents, Maggie and Jeff, and my aunt and uncle, Holly and Tim,” Gavin says, like he didn’t just drop a massive fucking bombshell on me a few moments ago.
Instead, I put my hand up in the stupidest wave. Everyone probably thinks I’m an idiot.
“It’s so lovely to meet you,” an older woman with dark hair says, and I know instantly it’s their mother.
“I can’t wait to get to know you better on this trip, but right now I’m going to need everyone who was late for the gate time to park their asses in their seats so we can make our takeoff time,” she says, clearly scolding her sons who are probably late more often than they are on time.
Gavin grabs my hand and plants me in the seat next to him, Ben across from me, and an older gentleman sitting next to him.
Ben looks just as shocked as me, giving Gavin glances of confusion, but Gavin doesn’t give us anything. Per usual, he’s unreadable as fuck and I’d give just about anything to crack his head open and figure out just what’s going on in there.
“Glad to see you made it, somewhat on time,” the older man says with a crinkle of his eye.
Definitely their father.
“Kate, it’s lovely to meet you. Neither of my youngest boys have brought a friend on vacation before. They were kind of built in best friends, same with Lincoln and Aiden, I suppose. So what is it you do?”
“I already told you, she’s a professor, dad,” Ben says.
“Oh well, spoil all the small talk, why don’t you?” his dad jokes and then the two of them start talking about the marina and bar, meanwhile I’m sitting here absolutely fucking shell shocked.
I look over at Gavin and he shakes his head.
“You can’t be that surprised can you?” he asks and I just blink at him as he reaches across my waist and buckles my seat belt.
The captain lets us know that we’re headed to the runway and all I can do is stare at Gavin and wonder if this trip is going to be an even bigger clusterfuck than I realized.