Chapter Six
My words hung in the air. Had I said the right thing?
But when Ben replied, I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Good girl,” he murmured. He spanked me again, and instinctively, I backed myself onto him, wanting to be closer, wanting more.
He shoved his cock into me, so thick, so long, stretching me out like no one else had, and fucked like an animal, hand hitting my ass over and over and over, hot and stinging and perversely pleasurable, and I could tell that he was close because he was moaning as he rambled.
“Fuck, Juliet. You should see your ass right now. So fucking red. And I can myself sliding into you. Your lips are gripping me so good, did you know that? Your juices are soaking all over me. Making such a fucking mess. And you’re so fucking tight.
It’s —” his voice seemed to catch in his throat. “It feels so good.”
Then the next second, he was on top of me, flattening me so he was fucking me prone, and his mouth was next to my ear, breath tickling my neck as he let out the hottest groans and tiny little whimpers.
His hands reached around me and grabbed my tits, squeezing so tight I could feel his fingernails digging into the skin, but I didn’t care, because all I could focus on was how hot it was, feeling him lose control.
He was swearing under his breath, but his words were so mumbled I couldn’t make out exactly what he was saying, and I felt the orgasm build up in me, unable to be stopped now.
“Ben,” I panted. “Ben, I’m going to —”
“Do it,” he ordered, voice rough. “Let me feel you shake on my cock.”
He thrust in one final time and that was it for me, and I think I was loud but I wasn’t sure, all I could focus on was a wave of impossible warm flooding over me as my legs shook, my pussy twitching and spasming around Ben’s length.
He grunted and I felt him still on top of me as he came, emptying his balls into the condom.
Afterwards, I slumped onto the mattress, feeling like all my limbs had turned into jelly. I’d never came like that before in my life. Fucking hell.
After a moment, Ben carefully lifted himself off me. I kept my face buried in the pillow as he moved around, probably getting rid of the condom and cleaning up. He undid the restraints, took them off my wrists and ankles, and slowly turned me around, taking the blindfold off.
I blinked up at him, my eyes needing a few seconds to adjust to the light.
Ben looked…well, he looked like a mess. His hair was disheveled, his cheeks still pink, and his chest glistened with sweat.
He’d pulled his briefs back on, but other than that, he was naked, and I let my gaze travel over his lean body.
This was the first time I’d seen his muscles.
He was gorgeous, with long, toned limbs, a hint of abs, and broad shoulders.
I probably looked like a debauched mess. I adjusted myself, wincing as my sore ass rubbed against the mattress.
Ben noticed. “Sorry. I lost control.” He looked genuinely guilty. “I should have been gentler.” He reached over and unlatched the collar around my neck and placed it on the nightstand.
“No,” I said. “Don’t be sorry. That was the best sex of my life.”
He gazed at me. “Really?”
So he was back to being shy Ben. “How are you surprised? I wish I knew you were like this earlier. We could’ve been fucking for the past month.”
He gave me a small, shy smile, and it was the most adorable thing ever. The next second, he was lying in bed next to me, pulling me close to his chest. I buried my face into his skin and inhaled. Even a sweaty mess, he still smelled so good.
“You were perfect, Juliet,” he said, gently stroking my hair.
I looked up at him. “You can call me Jules.”
“I want to call you Juliet, if that’s okay.”
I smiled and nodded. Alright. Ben was the only one who ever called me my real name, but it felt special. Something just for him.
He kept touching my hair. It felt so nice, so relaxing. I could fall asleep like this, with his big, warm body protecting me.
“I messed everything up,” he murmured.
I stiffened. Was he having regrets? “What do you mean?” I asked carefully.
“I wanted to do things properly,” he said. “I wanted to ask you out. Take you to dinner, or a movie. But I stopped myself. I thought you would say no, and then it would be awkward, since we live together.”
I paused. “You…you didn’t just want to hook up?”
“I mean I wanted that too. But I like you, Juliet.” He gave me a gentle smile. “I like cooking dinner with you, and going to the supermarket together, and watching movies on the couch. I thought that was obvious.” His expression changed. “But I messed up the order, and now you know I’m a pervert.”
“You’re not a pervert,” I said. “Or maybe you are, but…but I am too.” I sucked in a shaky breath, suddenly feeling nervous. “Do you know how I knew you stole my panties?”
I explained the story of how I was snooping around in his bedroom, then hid in his closet when he returned. Cheeks going hot, I explained how I watched him jerk off.
It would have been understandable if Ben was angry at my voyeurism, but instead, he got embarrassed, covering his face with his hand. “Oh my god,” he murmured. “I don’t know why you didn’t immediately run out screaming.”
“Actually, it really turned me on,” I admitted. “When I saw your cock…I had no idea you were packing such a monster.”
Ben blushed, but it was the happy sort of blush.
“I like hanging out with you too,” I continued. “I’d love to have dinner some day.”
Ben blinked at me, a slow smiling spreading across his face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I replied.
He pulled me close and placed a kiss on the top of my head, and we fell asleep like that, with me in his arms, his warm body around me.
“So you know how I moved in with this guy called Ben?”
Across the table, my older and younger sister looked at me. Around us, the cafe was filled with chatter and the clinking of cups on wooden tables.
“Yes?” Ella said slowly.
“Well, he’s my boyfriend now.”
“I knew it!” Willow said.
It had been a month since the night Ben and I had sex for the first time. That following weekend, he’d taken me to dinner at a Thai restaurant with incredibly delicious food. Afterwards, we’d gotten gelato for dessert and walked down the streets, holding hands.
He was the perfect gentlemen. He held doors open for me, complimented me, gave me his jacket when the night grew cold.
Back at the apartment, we made out on the couch like a pair of teenagers.
He kissed me gently, his hands on my waist. Then he pushed me down and had sex with me, still kissing me.
It was different from the first time — slower, softer. But still great.
That night we slept in my bed, our legs tangled. The next morning, his erection dug into my thigh. Looking shy, he told me that he couldn’t help himself. That my whole bed smelled like me. I wrapped my hand around his heavy cock, and two minutes later, my legs were on his shoulders as we fucked.
I’d never lived with a boyfriend before.
We still had our separate bedrooms, though we usually sleep in mine.
Every day, I learn something new about Ben.
He likes his coffee black. He has a planner where he writes all his appointments and assignments.
He kisses my forehead every morning. Every time we walk outside together, he takes my hand, tells me it’s freezing, and insists on warming it up by holding it.
Ben learned things about me too. I told him about my economics classes and despite the fact they can be difficult, I really like my major.
I told him about my family and how me and my sisters played games pretending to be fairies when we were little.
We ran into Willow on campus one day, actually, and Ben was so sweet to her.
Now that Ben and I are officially in a relationship, I decided to let my sisters know. Ella lived in the city, where she works a corporate job, but she came to campus to visit me and Willow. We all got hot drinks at a cafe, since outside it’s freezing. Winter will be here soon.
“Have you told Mum and Dad yet?” Ella asked.
I took a sip of my latte. “Not yet. I know how they’ll react, though. They’ll be all I told you so .”
Willow laughed, then smiled at me. “I’m happy for you, Jules. Ben seems like a really great guy.”
I reached over to squeeze her hand. “That’s enough about me, what’s been happening with you?
We spend an hour catching up before my sisters have to leave. I put on my coat, looped my scarf around my neck, and returned to the apartment, where I found Ben sitting on the couch, half-watching a documentary while finishing an assignment on his laptop.
I flopped onto the couch beside him and he pulled me close. “I missed you,” he murmured.
“It was only a few hours,” I pointed out, unable to suppress a smile.
“Don’t care. Still missed you.” He kissed me, mouth soft and warm.
After we pulled away for breath, I glanced at his laptop. “Working on an assignment?”
“Yeah, but I need a break.” He gave me a look that I’d grown all too familiar with, and immediately, I felt arousal start to bloom between my legs.
“Want to take me to your bedroom?” I asked.
He didn’t hesitate. He pushed his laptop to the side, picked me up and carried me over to his room. I still couldn’t believe how strong he was. His baggy clothing hid so much muscle.
“Going to tie me up again?” I asked.
“Not this time,” he replied, voice low. “I want to feel your nails scratching up my back.” He stepped into his bedroom, and using his foot, kicked the door closed behind us.