25. Emily #2
It feels like torture being in a crowd of people, and all I want to do is get him alone. Maybe tonight he’ll let me take his pants off. I’d love to get a glimpse, and maybe a taste, of that impressive cock I know he’s hiding from me.
“Emily, did you hear what I said?”
I’m shaken out of my reverie and realize that I must have zoned off with my dirty fantasies. I’m on the couch with Amanda, who is about ready to pop. She is expecting her first child any day now, and I couldn’t be more excited for her.
“I’m sorry. What did you say? It’s loud in here,” I finally answer her, clearing my throat and taking a small sip of my glass of pinot noir.
“I was just saying that I like the name Alexander or Joseph for baby names. What do you think?”
“I love both names, or you could call him Alexander Joseph and AJ for short?”
“Hmm… I actually kind of like that. Where’s Jason?” Amanda looks around before screaming for her husband. “Jason! Come here!”
Jason comes over when he hears his wife beckoning him.
He’s not alone, though. I look up to see that Ben also sauntered over.
Jason moves to sit next to his wife, which leaves the only open seat next to me.
Ben comes over, and I try to make room for him on the small loveseat.
It’s a two-seater, and when he sits down, his thigh brushes against mine.
I subtly try to move my leg, but he man-spreads, pressing his thigh against mine.
The contact makes me feel hot and jittery.
I feel my core ache, and I’m already getting wet.
It’s like he has my body trained to respond to his every touch, even if it’s innocent.
Except I know he’s doing it deliberately.
I try to sneak a glance at his crotch, and I think I make out the subtle shape of his cock in his jeans.
It makes me bite my lip as I imagine him being hard while sitting in front of our friends, who are now arguing about baby names.
I feel a hand brush mine, and he slowly moves to wrap his pinky finger around mine in a sly handhold, and I feel my heart melting at the gesture.
I suddenly can’t wait for everyone to leave so we can be alone again. The longer I sit next to Ben, the more turned on I get until I’m clenching my thighs to relieve some of the pressure. When I squirm a little, Ben looks over at me and smirks knowingly. I flush and curse him silently.
The bastard knows exactly what he’s doing.
Well, two can play that game. I move to reach across his body for my drink at the end of the table in front of him.
In doing so, I place my hands on his thigh, my fingertips brushing the tip of his cock as I lean over to grab my drink.
I hear him take in a sharp breath. When I move to sit back down, my finger strokes his tip for a couple of seconds before withdrawing.
I swear I feel him vibrating with tension.
I smile smugly and take a sip of my drink, but almost spit it out when he leans over to whisper gruffly in my ear, “You’re going to pay for that.”
I try to stifle the shiver that passes through me. I take a few more sips from my glass of wine to cool down. It’s suddenly so hot in here. I think I need to open the window and let some fresh air in. Yeah, that’s exactly what I need to do.
I get up to crack open the window in the sunroom to let in the fresh air.
The sunroom is empty, and it’s quieter out here.
I stay there for a moment, just trying to catch my breath.
The hairs on my neck prickle, a silent alarm announcing Ben’s presence.
I didn’t think he’d follow me out here, but now that he has, I’m breathless with anticipation.
He brushes a finger up my arm in a soft caress, the touch raising my temperature even more and sending my pulse to beat erratically.
When he gets to my shoulder, his hand cups my upper arm to turn me around.
He inches me backward until my back is up against the wall.
He stares down at me intently, his expression unreadable in the dimly lit room.
Slowly, as if scared I’d bolt if he moved too quickly, he brings his head down until his lips hover right over mine.
My hands reach up to place them on his chest, feeling the hard muscles of his pectorals.
I swear I can also feel his frantic heartbeat beneath my palms. His lips are just mere millimeters away, and my lips part slightly.
Our breaths mingle as we savor the electric moment, knowing that any of our friends could walk in on us at any point and discover our secret.
Finally, I tilt my chin up so that our lips meet, and I swear I see fireworks flash behind my closed eyelids.
The sensation of falling while standing is dizzying as our lips take each other in hungrily, like we’ve been holding our breath underwater this whole time and are finally coming up for air.
His tongue parts my lips and delves in possessively as if he’s been waiting for this moment all night long, just like I have.
I feel a sense of relief to be in his arms again.
I move my arms up to wrap around his neck, and he’s pushed up against my body as close as he can get against the wall.
I’m not sure how long we remain connected. We fervently kiss, aware discovery is imminent. In my wildest dreams, I never thought I would be in this predicament, standing here with my back against the wall and stealing kisses in the dark.
We finally break apart when the sounds of footsteps approaching grow near. He takes a few steps away from me to put some distance between us, and I see Jason’s head appear behind Ben’s shoulder.
“Hey, buddy! There you are! We’re just about to head out. Amanda’s pretty tired, so I need to get her to bed.”
Ben stares at me for another moment, his tongue gently licking his lower lip before he turns around and does the guy hug thing that guys do to say goodbye. They exchange some words, and then Jason bids me farewell. I catch Amanda on her way out and give her a hug.
“You didn’t get to try the cake!” I tell her, but she giggles and tells me she snuck a piece when I disappeared. She gives me a wink, and then they’re out the door.
I hurry into the kitchen, where I had brought out the cake earlier. I place some candles on it and light it up. Silence falls, and someone dims the lights. Someone sings “Happy Birthday,” and we’re all chiming in, except Ben is nowhere to be found.
Where the heck did he go? After a minute of looking around for him, Ben comes out of his bedroom to a chorus of cheers.
Everyone resumes their singing, and I present the cake decorated with birthday candles to him.
Someone snaps a photo on their phone, and a flash goes off, but we only have eyes for each other.
We smile at each other like two lovesick fools, and then he mutters a soft thanks under his breath. I gesture to the cake with a head tilt to encourage him to blow out the candles. He takes in a breath, and I yell at him to stop.
“Wait! You need to make a wish before you blow out the candles!”
“Seriously?” Ben rolls his eyes at me.
“Seriously.”
Ben pauses in contemplation, and then he takes a big breath, blowing out all the candles in one try. I hear the crowd clapping gleefully as I place the cake down on the table, handing the cake knife over to Ben to cut up and plate the cake while I hand them out.
When people taste the cake, their moans of appreciation make me giddy. I’m eager to try some, but unfortunately, there’s only one piece remaining. The cake was a real hit, I guess. I look up at Ben, who’s holding the last slice in his giant palm.
“Wanna share my piece, roomie?” His eyes twinkle in delight.
“Oh, no, that’s o—” He shoves a piece of cake in my mouth, and I clamp my lips tight around the tines of the fork.
“Oh my god, it’s so good.” I moan as the chocolate flavors burst on my tongue.
“Keep making those noises, and everyone is going to know we’re not just roomies,” Ben growls softly as he feeds me another bite of cake. I try to not moan as he continues to alternate between taking small bites of the cake and feeding me.
Shortly after serving the cake, people began to leave. Many come up to give hugs and say goodbye before leaving. Before I know it, Ben and I are alone in our apartment. It’s a mess, but I am too tired to clean.
Despite the mess, I feel the happiest I have been in such a long time.