Chapter Fifteen. #2
I bend over and burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that’s hilarious. Now I wish we would’ve waited longer just so I could have witnessed that.”
We all laugh together and then continue chatting about the upcoming graduation and Ben and I’s plans for dinner. They want me to stay and eat with them tonight—steaks on the grill, green beans, potatoes, cottage cheese and salad.
I politely accept, giving them both hugs before they return to the fields and turn back to Ben who’s already bent down, working on his bike again.
I’ve always felt at home here, but now, I feel even more a part of their family.
It makes me never want to go back to my home again.
This feels right, natural, easy. Unlike my house which is quickly turning into Vietnam.
“I see your bruises are looking better today,” he says as he wrenches something off his bike.
“Oh…yeah.”
I actually forgot all about them. My fingertips lightly brush along them, their presence now back in my attention. They’re still raised but healing nicely, already turning yellow.
Shit. I bet his parents noticed them though. I didn’t even think about covering them and they’re clearly noticeable in this dress.
Shit.
“Did you tell your parents what happened?”
He continues working, still focusing on what he’s doing to his bike and not me.
“Nah. But I doubt they noticed the ones on your arm, because if they did, they definitely would’ve said something. They noticed mine though.”
He flexes his hand toward me, the blue and purple coloring clearly popping out on three of his knuckles.
“I told them when I was taking my bike apart, I messed up and smashed my hand. So, that’s what they think these bruises are from.”
“Oh, Ben. I didn’t even notice the bruises on your hand yesterday. I’m so sorry you got hurt too.”
I bend over and grab his dirty, grease slicked hand and raise it up to my mouth, gently kissing each knuckle.
“You’re too adorable. That does help…”
His arm holding the wrench drops and rests on his thigh while he stays squatted down. A mischievous expression washes over his face.
“I have bruises in other places that could use some attention too.”
I smirk and drop his hand to stand up, setting my hands on my hips for a sassier effect, not caring I just smeared oil onto my dress from them.
“Oh yeah? Where exactly are these other bruises and how did you get them? I only remember you throwing one punch and then dipping out.”
“I threw three, mind you, and it was all done to protect you. That’s an important detail.” He winks.
I blocked out to the moment when he punched Jared square in the face, practically flying off his motorcycle to come save me. That was pretty hot.
“Have I left you speechless, baby?”
Heat sears in my core at his tone change and being called baby. I curl my toes, forgetting I’m wearing sandals.
He lights up in delight when he notices my feets reaction. “Good girl,” he utters roughly.
I bite my lip, a small whimper escaping as I continue getting utterly wet from this electric banter.
He drops his tools and squats up just enough, so his shoulder dips down. With one quick movement, he grabs the back of my knees and throws me over his shoulder, his arm holding my dress down as he carries me away.
“Ben! Ben! What are you doing?”
I squirm and kick my feet in the air, his shoulder digging into my stomach.
“Stay still,” he demands, giving me a sharp spank on my ass to shut me up.
He puts me down behind the back barn where we’re out of sight and immediately throws his hand up, pinning me to the cool metal siding, his other hand clinging roughly to my low back pulling me into him, hard.
“If you want me to stop at any point, tell me a word…” he pants.
I blink, confused, not sure what he means.
“What word do you want to use if I need to stop? Tell me now.”
My eyes widen in understanding and from intimidation at how intensely he’s staring at me, even with his half-gelled hair falling over his eyes.
I cower underneath him but not from fear of him, but from fear of how turned on I am.
He breathes heavily, his hand flexing against my back, making it seem like it’s taking everything in him to stop from pouncing on me.
Fuck, what word do I use. I blurt out the first word I think of.
“Barn.”
The word barely leaves my lips before he crashes his mouth onto mine, kissing me passionately, our tongues intertwining with each other. I allow the moans to freely escape, tearing at his pants, pulling on his belt to undo it. My fingers fumble as I struggle to get it undone. Damn, I’m so clumsy.
He grabs my fingers to help me and aggressively whips the belt off all the way. He flips me around, pushing me against the siding with one arm, and spanks me with his folded belt. A sharp sting shoots through from my limbs and into my toes and fingertips, a residual throbbing lingering on my ass.
Another whimper escapes, but I stay still. I’m not afraid. I trust him with everything. And damn, mixing pain with pleasure is good. Count me in for future spankings.
He whips me back around, his eyes on fire as he picks my legs up by the thighs and presses me up, settling my legs on his shoulders.
His hard biceps press into the underside of my thighs while his hands grip the tops of them, his fingers digging roughly into my skin.
He doesn’t shake. Doesn’t waver at all. He’s so fucking strong.
Oh my God, is he doing what I think he’s doing?
His hands flex on my skin, gripping me into place, my back pressed fully against the cold metal of the barn.
His brown eyes are so beautiful, gazing into mine.
He raises his eyebrows up and down once and gives me an amused smirk before dipping his head under my dress, gently kissing the inside of my thighs, inching closer and closer to my center that I can feel dripping down me.
I struggle to catch my breath and flip my dress up so I can grab onto his hair because honestly, the anticipation is unbearable. I don’t know what else to do with my hands, my body, my mind. Each kiss gets closer, lingering at each spot longer. This is torture.
“Babe, please,” I beg quietly, unable to bear it any longer.
He smiles against my leg and finally, my thong slides to the side as his teeth lightly scrape against my skin. He slides his warm tongue into me and nips me gently. I jerk, inhaling sharply, the thin strings of my dress falling off my shoulders.
He dives in, growling into me, sending reverberations down my entire body, licking me up and down, fully ravaging me. His hands grip onto me so tightly it prevents me from what my body naturally wants to do right now—writhe my hips on his face.
His grip on my thighs becomes painful, and the small pain still on my ass is melding with the pain on my thighs and the pleasure he’s giving me. I could get used to this.
Unable to do anything else, I grab his hair harder and hold on for the ride.
He doesn’t relent, continuing to suck and lick for what feels like hours. I can’t take much more. I’m right on the edge. My moans are loud, too loud, I know it, but I can’t hold them in. It’s like we’re the only two people in this world and I need him to hear how much he satisfies me.
My legs start to shake and the sweat from him holding me and eating me out causes things to get slippery.
He stops for one breath and instructs me. “Come for me, baby.”
That’s it. That’s all I need. I clasp my palm over my mouth in a sad attempt to stifle myself and climax, my eyes rolling so far back that I don’t even know where I am anymore.
In relaxed bliss, I feel myself lowering, my hair sliding down the barn wall until my feet hit the ground.
My legs shake, feeling as though they’re about to give out, but he holds me up with his strong arm around my waist. I look up at him and find a triumphant grin shining as he wipes his face of me.
“That’s my good girl,” he says, nipping my nose and kissing it.
My brain is dead. I have no thoughts, no words. All I know is pleasure and all I want is more of it from him. I move to grab for him, but he gently moves my hand away, wrapping it in his.
“Come. Let’s get cleaned up.”
I pout, pushing my bottom lip out, but let him lead me, my ass still stinging with each step, giving me a reminder of what we just did practically out in the open. Hopefully no one saw us, but a larger part of me doesn’t care. I’m one happy camper, well mostly.
He takes me inside to the bathroom and lifts me up on the counter.
“Spread ‘em babe.”
“Again?” I exclaim hopefully.
“So greedy,” he chuckles, kissing me. “No, I’m going to clean you up.”
He places a washcloth under hot water, pulls up my dress and begins cleaning me. The hot water feels amazing.
God, I love him.
“So, where did you learn all this? I mean, damn, it’s all so amazing but where did you learn to talk dirty and do all the amazing sexual things you do to me? I feel very inexperienced.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. You’re doing amazing. I’m not some sex master like you make me out to be. How I’m acting with you and what I’m doing to you isn’t from experience.”
“Oh?” Elation and relief wash over me. Knowing he didn’t do these things with Tree makes me feel even closer to him.
“Yeah.”
He finishes cleaning me up and pecks me on the lips, pulling me off the counter.
“Soooo, you didn’t do any of this with Tree?”
“You are not subtle, you know that?” he chuckles.
He brushes his fingers through his hair and takes a deep breath as he puts a new washcloth to his face, cleaning himself off.
“Nope.”
He dries his face and throws the towel in the laundry basket before leaning on the counter next to me and folding his arms.
“When Tree and I messed around it was pretty vanilla.”
“Vanilla?”
“You’re so innocent, it’s adorable. Vanilla means straightforward things like the standard moves with sex, missionary etc. When we finally had sex, she was the dominant one and wouldn’t let me lead. I mean it still felt good, but it wasn’t my cup of tea.”
I scrunch my nose and fake gag.
“Nothing felt as good with her as it does with you, baby. Don’t worry.
” He kisses me reassuringly. “She basically emasculated me and wouldn’t let me be the man in the bedroom.
To be honest, I let her do whatever at that point because I got sick of fighting with her, and the more I fought with her the less sex she’d give me.
The ecstasy of sex didn’t last long though.
So, once the sex wasn’t fulfilling me anymore, I went online and discovered more of what fit my… tastes.”
“Online, like porn online?”
“Mhmm. Some of the guys I hang around gave me some sites to check out and once my world was opened, I never went back.”
He pulls me close and looks down, his nose pressing gently against mine.
“When I would watch those videos, the only person who popped up in my head was you. I became addicted to getting off while watching those videos and imagining you were the one I was doing those things to.”
Thinking of him getting off to me is so fucking hot.
Damn. Wet, wet again. This is going to be my constant state if we keep this up.
He presses his lips on mine and grabs my ass, pulling me into his hardness.
“Come on, babe. We need to get back outside.”
“Or, we could play more? From the feel of it, you’re as ready as I am.”
“Oh, believe me, I am. But I have a feeling if we do more right now, I’m not going to stop and then we’ll be inside the rest of the day and my parents will definitely notice we’re up to something nefarious.”
I whimper in protest and pout my lips.
“My greedy, greedy girl. I lo—” he stops, looking thunderstruck.
Was he just about to…?
“Uh, let’s go. We need to help my parents out.” He walks out the door, leaving me dumbfounded and calls me from the kitchen where I find him putting his boots back on, cheeks flushed and eyes down.
The rest of the night is filled with laughter, a delicious home cooked meal, and helping him and his dad put equipment away in the barns.
Alas, the time to leave arrives too soon as it nears eleven o’clock. I don’t want to push my parents’ boundaries any further so as we leave the barns, I bring up the conversation that I have to go. He looks sad but reluctantly agrees it’s probably best and squeezes my hand.
He closes my car door after we pry ourselves apart from each other, the familiar feeling of magnets trying to pull us together surfacing.
It’s torture leaving him, but we already made plans for the next three days on the farm, so it’s not like I don’t know when I’m going to see him next.
I have a love/hate relationship with this feeling.
Watching him wave goodbye in the rearview mirror as I pull out of the stone driveway tugs hard on my heart.
One hand waves in the air, while the other squeezes the back of his neck in discomfort.
Does he feel this way too? The pull to never leave each other’s side, the constant pain when we’re not near one another?
Butterflies flutter in my stomach in the hopes he might feel as strongly about me as I feel about him.
My parents are already in bed, making me regret coming home early. I toss and turn in my bed, but I can’t get comfortable no matter what I try.
All I want is for Ben to be here with me. It’s as if my body and mind are in pain without him. Is this what love is supposed to feel like or is this just pathetic behavior? I exhale roughly into my pillow in agony.
Who would’ve thought my life would’ve turned into this at the end of the school year? I never saw myself experiencing love, especially with Ben, nor saw myself having a sexual awakening or almost getting sexually assaulted.
Life’s crazy.
Finally, after what feels like hours have passed, I find a comfortable spot on my bed in an odd position of an arm and a leg laying off to the side and pass out while dreamily thinking of Ben and how my first experience with oral went.