2. SOFIA
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SOFIA
I didn’t do one-night stands. I didn’t fuck around, I didn’t pick up guys for no good reason, and I definitely didn’t go home with strangers.
Usually.
But a girl has needs, right? And since dating wasn’t my deal, once in a while I let loose and allowed myself to do something crazy.
“You’re sure you’re going to be okay?” Elena asked when I whispered to her that Ben wanted to take me home and that to say no to a god like him would seriously be a carnal sin.
“I’ll be fine. I’ll send you my location.”
“Good,” Elena said. “In that case, honey, have fun.”
“You look like you’re not doing too bad yourself.” I nodded at Luke.
“Yeah… we’ll see how it goes. He’s not exactly my type and his sister is a buzzkill.”
I giggled. “Just let him down easy.”
Elena chuckled and squeezed my hand. “Have fun.”
When I turned to Ben and told him I would go home with him, he looked surprised. Like he’d taken a long shot and hadn’t been sure it would work.
Truthfully, I wouldn’t have allowed someone to talk to me like that, but he wasn’t disrespectful. In fact, he was charismatic as hell, and something about him drew me. Maybe it was the square jaw, the perfectly straight nose, or the stylishly tousled dirty-blond hair and the Adonis-like muscular build that made my lady parts tingle.
Maybe it was the black ink curling around his throat and spilling down his chest, bold lines accentuating every hard plane of muscle.
Or his quick wit and the way that he actually understood my jokes. That didn’t happen a lot. Guys didn’t usually want me to speak all that much, and I wasn’t the type to believe in a silent woman by your side.
But maybe it was the look in his deep hazel eyes, the way he looked like a small part of him expected rejection by default, and when he was accepted, it lit something inside of him that was just…
You’re thinking too much , I scolded myself.
When I did something like this, thinking wasn’t a good idea. That was usually my downfall because after thinking came overthinking, and when that happened, I was screwed.
Ben leaned over and whispered something to Luke, who nodded and jutted a thumb out to his sister, who scowled. Despite the two of them being real-life people, and Ben’s friends, they both looked like they’d fallen out of the pages of some elite magazine and into the real world. They were polished and bronze and beautiful with equally blonde hair and blue eyes and the kind of sheen that only a metric fuck ton of money could buy.
Then again, most of Jester’s clientele were like that.
The only reason we were drinking here tonight was because Elena’s boss had given her a hell of a raise and we’d decided to splurge a little.
Which now we didn’t have to even count because Ben had said he’d cover the bill after I’d taken a chance and made it his problem.
As he talked to them, I watched Ben.
Something about him seemed familiar, but I couldn’t place it. He wore expensive jeans that hugged his hips and ass just right, and the polo shirt stretched across his muscular back.
When he stood and turned, his profile again made me think there was something familiar about him, but then he strode to me with long legs and powerful thighs.
“Let’s get out of here.”
I nodded, and we stepped outside. A black car waited for us, and Ben opened the door.
“Private chauffeur?”
He really had to be loaded.
“It’s not safe to drink and drive.”
“Because that’s why you have a private chauffeur,” I said sarcastically.
He cocked a grin at me. “As good a reason as any, right?”
I chuckled and got into the car, sliding onto the leather seats. Ben slid in after me and shut the door, and the smell of his cologne wrapped around me. I took a deep breath.
Ben’s size, now that we were inside a car, was prominent. He was tall and broad and I was suddenly aware of how close we were to each other, of what I was doing.
Ben turned to me, and he looked like he wanted to ask something. His eyes were drowning deep. Instead of saying whatever he’d meant to say, he leaned in, cupped my cheek, and kissed me.
His lips were firm but soft, and he kissed me like I was delicate and beautiful. His tongue slid over my lips, and I let him in, moaning softly.
Ben was a total stranger, but heat washed over my body and pooled between my legs, and something about the way he touched me and kissed me made me melt, made me feel like this was where I was supposed to be.
Stop it , I warned myself before I started thinking at all.
Ben was a stranger. Strangers weren’t soulmates. It didn’t happen that way, and besides, just because it felt good didn’t mean this was destined. All that fairy tale crap was just for kids, anyway.
Fate wasn’t a real thing, and Ben felt good… because he knew what he was doing, and I was driven by lust.
Ben slid his hand up my thigh, and my mind turned to mush. When his fingers grazed against my sex, I moaned again, and he pulled me tighter against him, one arm on the inside of my thigh and the other snaking around my shoulders. His fingertips brushed the top of my breast, and his tongue in my mouth worked wonders.
I ached for him in a way I didn’t usually ache for anyone.
It’s been a while , I told myself. That was why I craved him like this.
The car stopped in front of a tall building with mirrored glass that reflected Newport back at itself. The night lights danced as they shimmered off the building and bounced back to the road.
Ben led me into the building and lifted a hand to the doorman.
“Evening, sir,” he said, and we walked to the elevator.
When he pressed the top button, I realized that whoever he was, he had to be someone important. Maybe that was why he looked familiar.
Ben didn’t give me time to think about it for too long. As soon as the elevator doors shut, he pulled me close and kissed me. His tongue was in my mouth, hands under the hem of my shirt, and then the skin of my stomach, and then the edge of my bra.
I moaned, and he pulled back, kissed my neck down to my collarbone. His hands slid to the edge of my jeans, abandoning my chest just before he gave me what I wanted and touched me. He undid the button and slid his fingertips against the skin of my hips, hooked his thumb into the top of my jeans and my panties.
The elevator door pinged and slid open onto a foyer with just one door.
“Honey, we’re home,” Ben growled in my ear and took my hand, leading me to the door. He unlocked it and opened the door into another foyer, this one with double-height ceilings and a full-length window that made the cityscape look like a modern painting.
“Let me take your jacket.”
I shrugged out of the leather jacket, and Ben took it. I wore only my black top now, but it was warm in the apartment.
“Wow,” I breathed, looking at the view.
“That’s exactly what I said,” Ben said, but he was looking at me. His eyes sparkled with mischief before they grew darker, and he kissed me again. His fingers were in my hair, and he pushed me against the wall, kicking the front door shut. The foyer was dark save for the city’s twinkling lights, and Ben pressed his body against mine.
He was hard, and his erection strained against his pants.
I groaned and pushed myself against him, grinding. I wanted him so badly. I’d melted into my panties and I ached for him to finish what he started in the elevator. But Ben looked like he was set on teasing me.
Instead of ravishing me the way I wished for, he kissed my neck, drawing a line of fire with his tongue all the way up to my ear, and nipped my earlobe.
“You’re going to ruin me, Sofia,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “And I’m going to love it.”
He kissed my mouth, my neck, the space between my breasts, and I gasped. He cupped my breast with a large hand and planted one more kiss on my mouth before he dropped to his knees.
His hands slid my panties and my jeans down, slowly peeling them off my legs.
I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them, and Ben threw one leg over his shoulder, exposing me to him. He breathed in before he rolled his eyes up at me.
“I’m dying for this,” he growled.
“Ben, oh God.” I moaned when his tongue slid against my clit, and I felt my insides turn to liquid.
He licked me again and again, and I bucked against his mouth. He chuckled and pushed his fingers against my opening, teasing, not giving me what I needed. I gasped when he sucked my clit into his mouth, his fingers still just resting against my entrance. He was driving me crazy, pushing me toward an orgasm but not letting me get too close.
“Please,” I moaned. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he muttered against me and thrust his finger into me, his tongue working my clit.
I bucked and moaned and cried out.
Ben growled against my pussy, and the vibrations were almost enough to send me over the edge.
“Ben,” I warned, my voice strangled. “I’m so close.”
“Then let go,” he said and thrust another finger into me.
I cried out, feeling the orgasm wash over me, and I clenched my muscles, riding it out, my vision going blank. Ben didn’t stop sucking and licking, and he didn’t stop thrusting his fingers. He drew it out, and then the second climax came right on the heels of the first.
My legs shook and I couldn’t stand. Ben wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away from the wall. He kicked his own shoes off and lifted me so that I wrapped my legs around his hips. He kissed me again and walked out of the foyer and into his apartment.
He carried me through the dark apartment to a room where he flipped a light switch and laid me down on a large king-size bed. He climbed on top of me, his weight welcome and comforting, and he kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth again, groaning.
“You’re fucking hot, Sofia,” he said against my lips.
I slid my hands over his torso, pulling up his shirt, and he groaned, kissing me harder.
I pushed him away gently and sat up.
“Your turn,” I whispered.
He smiled, and his eyes darkened. He rolled onto his back, and I unbuttoned his jeans. Before I pulled them down, I pulled my top over my head and undid my bra, dropping it to the floor. I let Ben stare at my nakedness, drinking in the way his eyes roamed over my body.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
I pulled his jeans down enough that his cock sprung free, and I gasped.
He was massive, and the tip was already wet with precum.
Ben smiled a crooked smile and reached for me, sliding his hands around my back and pulling me to him. He kissed me, his cock sliding against my leg, and the kiss grew deeper. He groaned when I moved, and the shaft slipped between my legs, resting against my opening.
“I want to fuck you so bad, Sofia,” Ben groaned.
“So do it.”
I wanted him inside me, filling me up.
He reached into the side table drawer and pulled out a foil package. He rolled it on and settled back onto the bed.
I climbed onto him and slowly, inch by glorious inch, lowered myself onto his cock.
I cried out as I was filled, stretching around him, and Ben gripped my hips.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he said through gritted teeth.
He groaned again when I moved, grinding my clit against him, and then I began lifting myself and lowering again.
“Fuck, yes,” Ben groaned.
It had been a long time since I’d been with a man, and the feeling of him filling me up was heaven. I didn’t think. I couldn’t. All I could do was feel.
Ben was large, and he stretched me wide. When he was buried inside me, all the way in, we both moaned and then he grabbed me, kissing me. I lifted my hips and thrust them down again.
His fingers dug into my ass cheeks. I did it again, and again, and the pleasure began building inside me. I gasped, and the sounds became a cry.
His fingers dug harder into me; his grip was bruising, and it pushed me over the edge. I cried out, giving myself over to the sensation and rode him harder and harder, bucking my hips.
I ground my clit against him and lifted myself again, and then thrust down hard. Ben’s face was strained, his hands gripping my hips, and I doubled over as pleasure rolled through my body.
Ben pulled me closer, holding me tightly, and rolled us over. I yelped, but he was suddenly on top, pinning me down, his weight pressing against me. I loved how it felt, his strength and size.
He drove himself into me, pounding, his tattoos shifting with every forceful movement, and the pleasure started building again. I was sensitive, and he felt like he was everywhere.
He thrust and thrust, and I moaned and cried out. Ben’s face was strained, sweat broke on his forehead and his arms were solid and tense, holding himself up, showing his muscular build.
Ben thrust again, and again, and I shuddered as the pleasure grew. I cried out when the orgasm crashed into me, and I clamped down around his cock, milking him. Almost immediately, Ben’s body jerked, and he cried out, his eyes closed, his head thrown back. I felt his orgasm roll through him, his cock stiff and pulsing inside me, his muscles bunching so that he looked like Atlas.
We both rode out the orgasm until we were spent.
When the pleasure was gone, Ben pulled out and lay down beside me, wrapping an arm around me.
I rested my head against his chest and listened to his heart beat, slowing down from a sprint.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
“Yeah,” I agreed.
We lay in the dark room, and I came back to Earth.
“I should probably go,” I finally said.
I glanced at Ben. He looked at me and nodded. “Yeah.”
“You don’t mind?”
“I’m not a cuddler.”
“Me either.”
He grinned at me. “Doesn’t mean it wasn’t fucking fantastic.”
I chuckled. “Thanks.”
I sat up and found my bra and top.
“I think my pants are in the foyer.”
“I’m on it,” Ben said and left the room, walking naked to the door. I couldn’t help but watch. He really had a body like a god, and when he disappeared, I shook my head.
Get it together. One. Night. Stand.
Ben returned with my pants and panties, and I pulled them on.
He put on a pair of boxers, and I swear boxers never look that good.
“Thanks for the drinks,” I said when he walked me to the door.
“It’s my pleasure.”
I turned to him, and he brushed my dark hair out of my face. His brown eyes had something in them that made me hesitate. I always walked away after I did the dirty with someone, but with Ben, something about the way he looked at me made me want to stay.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
“Goodnight, Sofia,” Ben said with a gentle smile.
“Goodnight, Ben.”
I turned and walked to the elevator and pressed the button.
“My car is outside to take you wherever you need to go,” he said.
I looked over my shoulder. “You didn’t have to do that.”
He shrugged. “What kind of a gentleman lets a girl get her own cab?” He cocked a grin. “Sweet dreams.”
He closed the front door just as the elevator doors opened, and I stepped in.
God, what a night. What a man.
And after what he’d done to my body, how he’d made me feel… my dreams were going to be sweet indeed.