23. Emily
emily
I help set the table as Ben cooks fresh eggs and bacon with a side of buttered toast. He also had a cup of coffee brewing in the Keurig machine for me when I finally worked up the courage to face him.
I gave myself a stern pep talk while washing up in the bathroom and changed into my least raggedy sweatpants and sweatshirt for the conversation.
After all, I will not change myself for anyone. Not anymore.
I settle down at the table and patiently wait for him to join me.
I’m catching up on the latest Kindle Unlimited borrow when Ben comes over with our breakfast. He places a plate before me and sits down.
Mustering my courage, I look him directly in the eyes and sit up straight.
Despite my little pep talk, I’m still nervous about how this morning will go.
It doesn’t help that I feel like he’s staring straight into my soul and picking me apart from the inside.
Does he see what Logan saw? Does he think I’m not good enough for him?
I experience a fleeting moment of self-doubt. Dismissing Logan from my mind, I concentrate on the present moment.
“Thank you for cooking,” I finally say, and he smirks at me before digging in.
Ben doesn’t drink coffee, which is so bizarre to me since it practically flows in my veins.
Instead, he has a glass of fresh orange juice.
I watch in rapt fascination at the way his biceps flex as he brings the glass to his full lips and how his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.
I hear him chuckle and look up to see he’s looking at me again in amusement. I swear I flush as red as a tomato. I pick up a piece of bacon and chew on it. After carefully swallowing, I wash it down with a swig of my freshly brewed coffee and burn my tongue.
After several tense moments, I break the silence.
“So… about earlier…”
“Yeah? What about it?” He has an eyebrow raised in question as he continues to eat his breakfast.
“I’ve never done anything like that before…” He smirks at me.
“Me neither.”
“I know we both just got out of terrible relationships, so… I mean, it doesn’t have to mean anything…” I trail off.
He suddenly tenses and puts his fork down gently on the table. He looks at me with a guarded expression.
“I don’t want to, you know, make this a bigger deal than it is, and since we’re both not ready to jump into a new relationship… maybe we keep things casual like a friends-with-benefits kinda thing? Only, well, we’re roommates, so it would technically be roommates with benefits,” I titter nervously.
Ben continues to look at me but says nothing for a moment before he dips his chin down in a nod.
“Roommates with benefits,” he says slowly. “Sure, I can do that if that’s what you want.”
I let out a sigh of relief.
“Okay. Good. Perfect.”
He clears his throat, and I look up at him.
“Let’s get one thing straight.”
My eyes widen at his serious tone, and I tilt my head in question.
“When you’re with me, you won’t be with any other guy. I don’t share, and I don’t plan on ever sharing you with anyone else. You got me?”
I nod in answer. I didn’t even think about the logistics. Obviously, I wouldn’t also be hooking up with other guys when I’m with him, but I guess he doesn’t know that, so I’m glad he laid it all out on the table. But if I can’t be with other people, then the rules should also apply to him.
“That sounds fair, but that also means you can’t be with other women when we’re together.”
“Fine,” he replies quickly.
“Okay, fine.”
“Now that that’s over, I’ll give you a five-second head start.”
“Wh-what?”
“Five.”
My eyes widen in panic. He doesn’t mean things start right now, does he?
“Four.”
I bolt up and run into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I don’t hear him finish his countdown, but within seconds, he’s through the door and at my back, and my body temperature increases as I feel heat at my core.
“One,” he says from behind me before placing a large hand on my shoulder and turning me around to face him. He cups my face and slowly brings his head down, and our lips meet in a gentle kiss at first. When he breaks the kiss, his hand moves to my waist.
“Let’s try out this roommate with benefits thing.”
“Right now?” I squeak out breathily.
“Right now,” he states with finality.
“Okay.” I gulp.
“Now, be a good roomie and sit on my face,” he commands.
He backs us until his legs hit the edge of my bed. He sits down and looks at me expectantly.
“Um… can you close your eyes or something?” I ask nervously.
I’ve never stripped for a guy, and I’m anxious that he won’t like what he sees.
Even though I work out pretty consistently, I still have a soft belly that I’m insecure about.
I’ve tried so hard to get rid of it, but it doesn’t seem to want to budge.
His only answer is to scoot himself back onto my bed and lay back with his upper body braced on his forearms as he waits for me to undress. I take a deep breath and decide to just go for it and shuck my bottoms off but keep my panties and shirt on. He quirks a brow in question but doesn’t protest.
“Crawl to me,” he commands.
I place my hands on the bed on either side of his outstretched legs and make my way up his body. When we’re face to face, he smirks at me as if to tell me to keep going.
Today seems like a day for a lot of first experiences for me. First, the dry humping, then the stripping, and next, am I going to really sit on his face?
I feel a hard smack against my butt, and I yelp in response.
“Hey!” I yell at him.
“I said, sit on my face, or did you not understand me the first time?” His voice is husky, and it sends shivers through my body.
“Jesus, you’re so bossy,” I mutter under my breath.
I slowly move up so that my knees are resting on both sides of his head.
Knowing his face is so close and feeling his hot breath on me sends a rush of arousal to my center.
I’m still wearing my panties, and I feel his large hands gently slide up the insides of my thighs.
I swear I’m getting wet just from his touch.
Then, he reaches up and kisses my crotch.
“Nice underwear, but they need to go.” He helps me out of my underwear and tosses them over the side of the bed. He repositions me again, and this time, when I feel his hot breath, I can’t contain the shiver that wracks through my entire body.
“Mmmm… You might want to hold onto the bed frame for this one.”
That’s the only warning I get before he brings my hips down to meet his hot mouth.
I gasp as he starts with a soft kiss as if he’s worshipping my pussy, and then I moan as his tongue parts my lips.
He gives my entrance a gentle prod and licks his way up to my clit.
He flicks at my clit with the tip of his wet tongue, and I grab onto the headboard with one hand, like he suggested.
I groan and try to move my hips to escape his onslaught, but his hands are holding me in place.
“Oh—oh my god.” The sensations are intense, and I know I must be dripping wet.
Ben switches it up and starts lapping up my wetness as it comes out of me.
I use a hand to hold on to his hair and undulate my hips.
At first, they’re just small, unsure movements, but as the pleasure mounts, I’m grinding on his face shamelessly.
“That’s it, baby. Ride my face.” He sucks on my clit, and I let out a keening wail.
“Oh, fuck!” I’m pretty sure the neighbors can hear me screaming, and I don’t even care. I feel the telltale tingle of an impending climax.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna come!”
All I hear is Ben’s growl in response before my body detonates in waves of pleasure. My body is shaking from the orgasm, and I have a fleeting thought that I must be suffocating Ben with my weight on his face.
He’s giving me soft licks as he laps up the remnants of my orgasm, making me shudder. I collapse over him, my arms barely keeping my weight up when he picks me up and drags my body down until I’m face to face with him. He rolls us over so I’m laying on my back.
We’re both breathing heavily, and he moves in to kiss me.
I can taste myself on him, and I definitely made a mess of his face, judging by the wetness in his beard.
The thought of tasting myself on him gets me hot again.
I never realized how kinky I was, and I’ve never had an orgasm from oral sex before.
It wasn’t Logan’s favorite, so he rarely ever went down on me, but man, can Ben eat a pussy. My pussy flutters in agreement.
His hand glides down to my pussy, still begging for his attention, and he slaps it. Hard.
I gasp in shock and resist the urge to squirm as a flood of heat rushes to my already-drenched center.
“Did I take care of this pussy?”
I nod gently.
“I need you to say it.”
“Umm… you took care of my pussy…?” I squeak.
“This pussy is mine.”
“What? No, it’s not.”
“Say it’s mine, Emily,” he demands, giving me a menacing glare.
I roll my eyes, and he smacks my pussy again.
“Ow! Hey! What was that for?”
“Don’t roll your eyes at me unless you’re ready for the consequences.”
Oh my god, who knew that Ben was such a freak in the sheets? Not me. Nope. I had no clue.
“Now, try again. Tell me this pussy is mine.”
“This pussy is… yours.”
“Damn right, it is.”
Ben pulls the duvet over me and gives me a kiss on the forehead.
I’m about to reach for him and ask if he wants me to return the favor before he disappears into the bathroom.
The next thing I know, I feel him crawling back into bed and pulling me close to his chest. I’m exhausted from multiple orgasms today.
The last thing I remember before falling asleep is another soft kiss in my hair and his whispered words.
“Sweet dreams, roomie.”