Chapter 21 #2
Then we hear another cry followed by “Daddy. I threwed up.”
I felt a look of alarm cross my face and looked at Ben, who was chuckling. He started to stand up and said, “My God, Linden. What a little cock blocker. You still like her?”
I giggled quietly and said, “Not if she keeps this up.” I start to stand up, as well. “I’ll head home; you're suddenly quite busy.”
“No. Stay. Please. For me, vomit is an aphrodisiac.”
“Well, you would really like me when I drink too much, then.”
“If I’m not back in five minutes, you can go. I really hope you stay.”
I nod as Ben backs away and heads toward the stairs, leaving me quite hot and bothered.
This is a new experience. We are taking a make-out break for a dad to go clean up vomit.
I return my attention to the show we are watching, trying to figure out what happened while I was distracted.
My mind keeps wandering back to the incongruencies between what my mind is thinking about Ben versus what my body is feeling.
Maybe I have just been single for so long that any warm-blooded creature would interest me.
I then reassure myself that I am not that desperate because I do not get turned on seeing Mr. Thompson’s naked body every night.
I hear Ben making his way down the stairs. It must have been a small incident because it is quiet upstairs again.
“Is everything okay?”
He comes to stand by me but doesn’t sit down. “I think so. She said she threw up, but I found no evidence of that. Maybe she was having a bad dream. Or maybe I'll find a special treasure when I'm cleaning her room someday.”
“Gross. To be clear, vomit is not an aphrodisiac for me, and if I encounter a secret stash of puke, I will be adding to it.”
“Noted. I'll do a thorough investigation tomorrow in case you ever decide to have a sleepover with Linden. Although, if you have a sleepover here, I hope Linden isn’t your first choice for a bed partner.” He pulls me up to standing and into a giant bear hug.
“Did this ruin everything?” he whispers in my ear.
“No, it didn’t ruin anything. However, I'm very aware of how many sleeping children could wake up and start lurking around this house at a moment’s notice.”
He backs up slightly and reaches for my hand.
Grabbing my hand, he says, “Come here,” and starts pulling me toward the downstairs hallway.
I haven’t explored this part of his giant house, but we walk past a bathroom and then to what appears to be a spare bedroom.
He pulls me through the door, turning around to shut and lock it.
“Now we’re safe.” He uses the hand he is holding to pull me into his body. Our bodies are touching legs and torsos. He slides his warm hands back up under my shirt and says, “Can we pick up where we left off?”
I answer his question by pulling my shirt over my head.
I don’t sleep around that much. I also don’t need to meet a minimum requirement of dates to be with someone.
If I’m feeling it, that is a good enough justification for me.
He bends down to start kissing my neck and slides my bra straps down my arms. I can feel that the incident upstairs did nothing to dampen his arousal.
I walk backward with him toward the bed in the guest room and sit down.
He gently lays me back and hovers over me, continuing to kiss down my body.
He comes to a sudden stop and looks me in the eyes. “I have no expectations and really wasn’t planning anything. So, we can’t go too far because I’ve never even had a condom in this house.”
“Don’t worry about it. I haven’t been with anyone, and we don’t have to worry about pregnancy. And, I also wasn’t planning this, or I would have put a little more effort into making my naked body look better.”
“It looks perfect to me,” he says as he runs his hands down my legs that are just a little bit hairy. “Are you sure? I haven’t been with anyone since…well, anyway I’m clean.”
I nod enthusiastically in response, pulling him back into a kiss.
He continues to kiss me while working together to remove the rest of my clothing.
I reach down to feel him and push down the joggers and boxers he is wearing with my feet.
He takes a pause to step out of them and then stands up to remove my underwear.
After they come off, he pauses to look up and down my body.
“Holy shit. You're so gorgeous. Checking in again, to make sure you actually want this,” he says, gesturing to his body.
Listen, he is not an Adonis in any sense.
He is a nice-looking man with a perfectly decent-sized appendage that is pointing right at me.
The way he touches me does something hot and quivery to my insides, so why the hell not?
“Yes, I actually really, really do.” He is still standing by the bed, taking in the view, so I scooch farther back on the bed to make room for him between my legs.
He climbs over top of me and continues to explore my body with his hands and his mouth.
It’s been a while, and I’m feeling a little overzealous, so I pulled his hips to mine and reached my hand between his legs, guiding him to me.
He moans loudly as we connect and starts a gentle rocking motion. We continue kissing, and he speeds up his pace. Then I feel his body tighten, and he comes in forty-five seconds.
He groans, “Oh, shit.”
And I think that was…fast.
And then we hear crying from upstairs. Again.
He buries his head in my neck and mutters, “I’m so sorry.
I haven’t had sex in…well, you’ve met Taylen, and she’s four, so…
” He groans, rolling off of me to his back, right next to me on the bed.
“This is a disaster. I'm mortified. Crying, fake vomiting children, and premature ejaculation. Save yourself and go,” he sighs, with his arm lying over his eyes, trying to block out the embarrassment. “I get a chance with my hot neighbor, and this is how I show up. Just put me out of my misery. I can’t even try to make this right with you because I have to deal with whichever monster is upstairs crying.”
I sit up and start putting on my clothes.
I’m not going to lie; I’m disappointed. It’s looking like my night is going to end in self-pleasure since he got me pretty worked up and there is no salvaging this moment.
Ben is also up, throwing on his clothes so he can hop back into dad mode.
I see him reach an arm to his brow, wiping the sweat off with his sleeve.
I’m not sure if the sweat is from the brief physical exertion or embarrassment.
He moves to open the door, seemingly avoiding looking at me.
I grab his upper arm and say, “Ben, wait.” He turns around, and his face is beet red.
“I know you have to go take care of your kids, but please don’t worry about this.
I was rushing things in the heat of the moment, so it’s my fault. Do not worry about it. Promise?”
He lets out a big sigh and pulls me toward him in one of his famous Ben hugs. He really likes to hug, and I really like how they make me feel.
“You’re very kind. Thank you. I'm so embarrassed. When I'm willing to show my face in the neighborhood in seven to ten days, I'll appreciate you being so kind about this.”
“Seriously, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“I absolutely hate that I left you hanging like this. Everyone should get an orgasm.”
I shrug, “You’ve given me a lot to think about, so I’ll probably still get an orgasm; you just won’t be there.”
“Oh, fuck. That is so hot. Please don’t give up on me. I can do better.”
I stand up on my toes to kiss his cheek. “Let me know when, and I’ll be there.”