18. Ben
Well,this is not how I saw this evening playing out, hanging at my grandma’s house with a serious case of blue balls and now, a partially frozen dick.
“Told you it was cold,” I say as Aida shrieks under the water, before jumping out.
“Jesus christ, how can it be so hot and so cold all at the same time?” she asks, turning to me.
There’s fuck all light in this bathroom, the moonlight barely illuminating the space, but it’s still enough that I can see exactly what that cold shower has done to her nipples. I grab a towel, handing it to her before my hand drops, my thumb brushing over one of the hardened peaks.
“Whatcha gonna sleep in now?” I ask with a grin.
Aida glances down as though she’s only just realizing her bikini is now wet. “Ummm.”
Chuckling, I reply, “Don’t worry, we’re not having sex at my grandma’s house, Aida. I’ll find us something to sleep in. Although…”
She looks up at me, her brow narrowed. “Although…?”
I shrug. “Might be cooler if we just sleep naked.”
Aida barks out a laugh. “Right, and are you going to be able to control yourself if we do?”
I move my hands to her hips, gripping them hard as I yank her against me. “It will be fucking hard, that’s for sure,” I murmur, pressing my hips against her so she can feel how my now recovered dick is on board for this plan. “But yes, I can be a gentleman.”
She laughs again, shaking her head at me. “I’ll just sleep in my sundress, but thanks.”
I grin, knowing that sundress of hers is very small and very flimsy. “Okay,” I reply with a wink, before turning and heading into the bedroom.
I pull on my board shorts, before throwing back the duvet on the bed. All of the windows are open and even though there is a slight breeze coming in off the ocean, it’s still hot as fuck in this room.
“Wow, it’s like I didn’t even take a shower,” Aida says as she walks into the room.
“Yeah, this room is gonna be a hot box soon.”
“Maybe we should’ve asked Miriam if we could sleep in her room with the air conditioning?” Aida suggests.
“Oh my god,” I say with a laugh as I climb into bed. “She’d fucking love that. She’d be offering us sex tips all night.”
Aida chuckles as she slides in beside me. “I’m not sure I’ve ever met anyone as open and sex-focused as your grandma, Ben,” she says.
I scoff, reaching for Aida as I pull her into me. “Yeah, Grandma has always been like this for as long as I can remember. It’s weird, I know, but I love her, and she does make me laugh.”
I curl my arm around her shoulders as Aida settles herself against my chest, her head on my shoulder and her arm draped across my stomach. “She’s pretty funny and you are very sweet with her,” she says, pinching my side.
I laugh, dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “That’s why I’m her favorite.” Aida pinches my side again and I grab her hand, lifting it to my mouth and kissing her knuckles. Beside me, she lets out a soft sigh and I can’t resist adding, “I’m your favorite too, aren’t I?”
“My favorite what?” she asks, laughing as she lifts her head.
“I don’t know, next-door neighbor, yoga partner, person on this island?” Aida smirks, not saying anything as she lowers her head back to my shoulder. We lie in silence for a few moments, the sound of the distant waves filling the room. “Fuck, it’s really hot,” I eventually say as Aida pulls herself from my arms and moves over to the other side of the bed, both of us already covered in sweat.
“Yeah, it really is.”
The next morning, I wake early to find my body plastered to Aida’s as we lie spooned together in the middle of the bed. The room is cooler, the air conditioning having kicked in sometime during the night when the power was restored and fuck me if I am not hard as a rock right now.
Which is not helped by the fact that Aida’s ass is currently nestled against my dick and my hand is resting on her thigh, dangerously close to her promised land. And as much as I would love to push this tiny sundress up and bury my face between these thighs, there is not a chance in hell that’s happening in my grandma’s house.
I mean I love the woman, but fuck me, I don’t need to involve her in my sex life, even if she does insist on filling me in on every aspect of hers.
So I reluctantly roll away, slipping out of the bed and heading to the bathroom. Pulling off my boardshorts, I turn on the water, relieved to feel it’s warmer than last night, before climbing into the stall.
Needing to take care of this hard-on, which is only making my blue balls worse, I grab the soap and lather up my hands. Stepping under the water, I grip my dick, groaning at how good it feels as I slowly start to stroke myself.
Leaning my other arm against the tile, I bury my face against it, knowing I need to stay quiet so Aida doesn’t wake up and wonder what the fuck is going on in here. My hand moves slowly as I savor the feeling, my eyes closed as I once again imagine it’s Aida’s hand stroking me.
In my mind, I picture her in the shower with me, her naked body glistening under the water, her hand on my dick and her mouth on mine as she kisses me deeply.
God, fuck that mouth of hers. I’m addicted to it, can’t get enough of it.
Instantly an image of Aida on her knees appears, that sexy mouth of hers now replacing her hand as she takes me between her lips, teasing me with long slow sucks.
“Fuck,” I groan into my arm, my dick only getting harder.
I picture her hand cupping my balls, squeezing gently as she continues to work her mouth against me, taking me all the way to the back of her throat, before releasing me with a small pop, kissing the head before swallowing me down again.
It feels so fucking good, looks so fucking good and I’m literally two seconds away from shutting off the water and stalking back into the bedroom to really fuck her. God, I want her so fucking bad, I don’t even care that we’re at my grandma’s house anymore.
“Aida,” I moan as my hand starts to move faster, my brain still telling me it’s her mouth as she works me harder and harder, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
And then I feel it, the way my balls tighten and my stomach clenches and almost without warning, I come hard, my grip tight, my hand moving impossibly fast as I lose it all over the tiles.
“Fuck me,” I groan, lifting my head from my arm.
“Yeah, that was quite the show.”
My head snaps round to the now open doorway, where Aida stands, arms crossed over her chest, hair all messy and a sexy as hell smirk on her face. “How long have you been watching?” I ask, turning to face her and making no attempt to hide my nakedness. My dick is still semi-hard in my hand, and I’m more than happy to go for round two in here if she wants to join me.
Her smirk widens as her eyes drop to my dick. “Long enough,” she says.
I return the smirk, my eyes raking over her body. The sun is shining in through the windows behind her, which means her tiny little sundress is practically see-through, giving me a very tantalizing glimpse at that body of hers that I am so desperate to worship.
“So why don’t you get in here and join me?” I suggest, letting go of my dick as I prop my hands up on the top of the shower screen, giving her a full-frontal view of me.
She gives me a sexy pout as she says, “Looks like you’ve already had your fun without me.”
Chuckling, I shake my head as I say, “Nope, definitely not. Get in here, Aida and we’ll have some real fun, I promise.”
She laughs, shaking her head a little as she reaches for her bikini on the floor. “Very tempting, Ben, I can assure you. But do I need to remind you we are at your grandmother’s house? Where I thought a no sex rule was in place?”
“Fuck the rule,” I blurt out, no longer giving a shit where we are.
She laughs again, before surprising me and pulling off her sundress in one quick move. I swallow hard, my dick already hardening at the view, in anticipation of what’s coming next. But she doesn’t come into the shower, instead, she quickly pulls on her bikini, before covering herself with her dress again.
“Fuck me, you are an evil temptress, Aida,” I growl, shutting off the water and getting out.
She smirks, holding out a towel for me. “Maybe I’m just building the anticipation,” she suggests.
I grab the towel, throwing it onto the counter before I pull her into my arms, my naked and wet body now pressed against hers. “I don’t need any fucking anticipation,” I say, my words low and gravely. “I already know the sex between us is going to be dynamite.”
She smiles, her hands resting on my chest as she looks up at me. “Is that so?”
I slide my hands down to her ass. “You know it is,” I say, the room suddenly charged with electricity. “Tell me you don’t feel this too?” I add, my words almost a whisper, a weird nervousness curling in my gut.
She brushes a hand across my pec before smoothing it up to my neck, curling it around and pulling me closer. “I feel it too,” she whispers before pressing her lips against mine.
I groan into the kiss, my grip on her ass tightening as I tease her lips open with my tongue, our kiss now turning hungry and urgent, as lust and want and sheer desperation all take over. I want her so bad.
“Fuck woman,” I say, letting go as I take a step back. My dick is fully hard now and I don’t miss the way Aida’s gaze drops to it, the way she licks her lips in response. “You seriously need to leave now or I will not be responsible for what happens next.”
She giggles, her gaze returning to mine. “And what might that be?” she teases.
I growl at her, and she only laughs harder. “Well, if you have no problem with my grandma hearing you scream my name repeatedly as I make you come, also repeatedly, then by all means stay.”
“Okay, okay,” she says, laughing as she takes a step backward, her hands up in surrender. “But for the record.” She pauses, her eyes dropping to my dick again, which is currently standing at full attention in front of me, literally pointing right at her. “I can’t wait for when it actually does happen.”
With another groan, I spin her around, giving her ass a hard smack as I gently shove her toward the door. “Soon, woman,” I grunt. “And you better make sure you clear your schedule for when it does, because you’re gonna need it.”
By the time I take care of things for a second time, dressing and heading out to the kitchen, Aida is sitting on the back deck with my grandma, drinking a coffee.
“Morning, Benji,” Grandma says, smirking at me.
“Hey, Grandma, you sleep alright?”
“Like a log,” she says, her smile widening. “Did you sleep alright?”
I groan, rolling my eyes at her. “Yes, Grandma,” I reply, my voice laced with sarcasm. “Slept great, thank you.”
“Would you like some coffee?” Aida asks, standing from her chair.
I turn to her, drinking her in, dressed in that tiny sundress, her hair still all messed up from bed. Fucking hell, she’s gorgeous. “No can do, beautiful,” I say, the word slipping out before I can stop it.
“Oh?” she asks, head tipped to the side.
I grin, not wanting her to think I’m ditching her or anything. Truth be told, I’d love nothing more than to take her back to my place and make good on that promise I made to her in the bathroom. Unfortunately, when you host the most epic Fourth of July party on the island, these things don’t plan themselves.
“Party preparation to take care of,” I tell her. “I’d say you can join me, but I’m guessing you have your own preparations to do?” I raise a questioning brow at her, laughing at the scowl she gives me in return.
“I do actually,” she says, sitting back down. “Because I have my own epic party to plan. A party that is absolutely going to rival yours.”
Grandma and I both laugh, because Aida is so adorably clueless that she doesn’t realize she stands no chance of outdoing me and my party. Even Grandma knows I’m going to nail it and she doesn’t even come to them.
“Okay, if you say so,” I say, walking over to where she sits. I curl my hand around her neck as she tips her head back to look at me. “I’ll see you later?”
Aida licks her lips, swallowing hard as she whispers, “Yeah.”
“Cool,” I say, giving her a grin as I lean down and plant a soft kiss against her lips, before straightening. “See you later, Grandma,” I say, turning to give her a wink.
And then I walk out, leaving Aida to face the full-blown interrogation I know she’s about to get from Grandma.