22. Ben
I immediately pullher up off the bed, her hand in mine as we make our way out of my bedroom and back downstairs, not giving a single shit that I’m leaving my own party to go and get laid. This is a moment I have been dreaming about for-fucking-ever and I’m not about to pass it up.
But as we round the corner into the kitchen, I see that fucking dick, Weston, standing there with a beer in his hand as he attempts to pick up some poor unsuspecting girl who does not look impressed at whatever moves he’s trying to pull.
Stopping, Aida’s hand still in mine, I call out to him, “Hey, Weston.”
He turns to us, his smile disappearing when he sees Aida with me. “What?” he calls out.
“Get the fuck out of my house.”
He blinks rapidly, glancing quickly at the girl he was hitting on before turning back to me. “I thought I…I thought I was invited,” he stammers.
I shake my head, smiling now as I say, “No, you were allowed here for one very specific purpose. That purpose has been served. Now, you’re no longer welcome, so yeah, you can get the fuck out.”
I watch as his face turns bright red now, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish and I can’t help but laugh, especially when the girl he was talking to just rolls her eyes and walks off. Weston’s response is to flip me off as he makes his way to the front door.
“You’re a dick, Kincaid,” he says.
Chuckling, I shake my head. “Nah man, that’s you.”
Weston walks out and Aida and I aren’t far behind him, the two of us watching as he stalks off down the road, still drinking his beer.
“What was the purpose for letting him come to your party?” Aida asks as we make our way next door to the Henderson’s.
I squeeze her hand in mine. “Aida, the only reason that dick was allowed to come to my party was so he didn’t go to yours,” I tell her as she unlocks the front door.
Aida laughs, closing the front door behind us. “Oh yeah, the cheating part so you could win right?”
I put my hands on her hips, walking us toward the stairs that I know lead up to the bedrooms. “Nope, I just didn’t want him coming over here and being alone with you,” I tell her. “That’s a role reserved only for me.”
We reach the stairs, Aida attempting to turn so she can walk up them. My grip on her hips tightens and she raises a questioning brow. “Well, you have me all alone now,” she says, a teasing lilt to her voice. “So what are you going to do?”
I back her up so she has to take a couple of the stairs before guiding her down so she’s sitting on them. With a grin, I plant my hands on the step on either side of her hips, leaning in to brush my lips against hers as I whisper, “Now we’re gonna have some dirty fun together, just like I promised you.”
I kiss her before she has a chance to say anything, our mouths colliding together in a kiss that’s all tongues and teeth and lust and want and sheer desperation. It feels like we’ve been building to this moment all fucking summer and now that it’s finally here, I want to make the most of it.
I deepen the kiss, forcing her to lean back against the stairs as my hands now move to her hips and the tiny bikini she wears. I tug on the ties at each side, smiling when they come loose, before I pull the fabric from her body, throwing it over my shoulder.
Aida’s hands immediately move to my board shorts, pushing them down my hips as my hands now find the ties of her bikini top, quickly pulling them free so she’s now splayed out on the stairs completely naked.
“Fucking hell, you’re beautiful,” I breathe out, my hands once again on either side of her body as my gaze drops to take in the view.
Aida smirks up at me, her hands running down my chest, over my abs as she reaches for my dick. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she murmurs, curling her hand around me.
“Fuck,” I groan, leaning in to give her a wet kiss, before I slowly kiss my way down her body, from her neck, down between her breasts, over her stomach and between her thighs.
“Ben,” she moans, as I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh, settling myself between her legs.
“Wider,” I command, pushing her legs open. “I wanna taste you, Aida and I want you to come all over my face.”
Her body actually trembles in response to my words, but she does as I ask, pushing her thighs wider as I slide my hands slowly up her legs, my fingers teasing her pussy as I flick my tongue over her clit.
“Oh fuck,” she cries, her body bowing off the stairs as one of her hands moves to my head, her fingers gripping my hair.
Chuckling, I nuzzle against her with my nose this time, inhaling her scent which sends all the blood in my body straight to my dick. Sliding a finger slowly inside her, I groan when I feel how wet she is, closing my lips over her clit again so the moan vibrates against her.
And then I fucking devour her. Licking and sucking and nibbling, not giving her a single second of respite as I eat her out on the stairs, adding a second and eventually a third finger as I push her closer and closer to the edge.
I can tell she’s close when her legs start to shake, her grip on my hair tightening and I quickly stop, smiling at the frustrated groan she lets out as I look up at her and say, “Let me hear it, Aida. Let me hear you come.”
She growls, pushing my mouth back to her pussy and I laugh against her clit before sucking it into my mouth again, my fingers pumping in and out of her. It’s enough to send her flying, her thighs clamping down on my head as she calls out my name, the word echoing in the silence of her house.
Lifting my head, I kiss my way back up her body, chuckling at the muffled, “Holy shit,” that falls from her lips as I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my mouth.
“I hope you have some condoms upstairs,” I murmur, nipping at her bottom lip.
She smiles now, her hand finding my dick and giving me a tight squeeze. “I do, yeah.”
I let out a soft laugh, glad she’s prepared as I pull back, taking her hands and pulling her up. She’s a little unsteady on her feet, but we walk quickly up the stairs to the master bedroom that overlooks the ocean. The sliding doors are open, the room filled with the salt air of the sea breeze and the sounds of my party next door.
It’s not distracting though, if anything, it feels a million miles away as I back Aida up to the king size bed, my hands back on her hips, hers once again reaching for my dick.
“Fuck, I’m so fucking hard right now,” I groan as she slowly starts to stroke me.
Her lip quirks up as she says, “I know,” before sinking to the bed and taking me in her mouth in one quick move.
“Fuck, Aida,” I bite out, my hand moving to the back of her head as my eyes drop to her slowly sucking my dick. It’s pretty much the hottest thing I have ever seen, and I can’t tear my eyes away as she bobs her head up and down.
When her eyes suddenly flick up, catching me watching her, she smiles, my dick still in her mouth and I suddenly feel like I’m going to lose it.
“Come here,” I growl, hauling her back up before I gently push her onto the bed. Aida reaches for the nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out an unopened box of condoms. “Recent purchase?” I tease.
Aida grabs my dick again, licking a path up my neck as she says, “You know they are.”
Chuckling, I rip open the box, grabbing one of the condoms and rolling it on in record time before settling my body on top of hers. “I’ve been waiting for this for ages,” I whisper, brushing her hair back as I press soft kisses to her lips.
“I hope it’s worth the wait,” she says, smiling against my mouth in a way that tells me she knows it will be.
I shift my hips so my dick is lined up with her. “Oh, it will be,” I murmur as I slowly slide inside her, inch by inch until I’m fully buried. “Fucking hell,” I groan. “Fuck, Aida, you feel so good.”
“Uh huh,” she moans, widening her legs as she tilts her hips and I sink even deeper.
I grab both of her arms, pinning them above her head as I use them for leverage, lifting my hips and pulling almost all the way out before slowly sliding back in again. I keep my movements slow and deliberate, knowing that I want to make this last.
Aida moans beneath me with every thrust, her hips tilting even more as I hit that spot deep inside her that has her eyes rolling back in her head. I up the tempo when I do, thrusting a little faster, a little deeper as I push into her over and over again.
Our bodies are warm, slick with sweat as my hips move against her, our mouths locked together in a never-ending kiss that’s only broken when Aida murmurs, “Shit, Ben, I’m gonna come again.”
I pull back a little, pushing into her again and again as I watch her shatter beneath me, her release enough to tip me over the edge with her as I come harder than I think I’ve ever come in my life.
“Fuck,” I groan, collapsing onto her. I let go of her wrists, my hands sliding onto hers, our fingers locking together above her head. “Shit that was good.”
Aida laughs and when I lift my head, she smirks at me and says, “Yeah, it wasn’t bad.”
Grinning, I let go of one of her hands and pinch her side. “Wasn’t bad, please, babe, that was the best sex you’ve ever had.”
Aida squeals, her whole body clenching in a way that has my dick already getting hard again. “Okay, okay, it was,” she breathes out around her laugh.
I give her a quick kiss, our eyes locked as I admit, “It was the best sex I’ve ever had too.”
Her smile changes at that, her eyes darkening as she stares up at me with a look I can’t decipher. Her free hand curls around the back of my neck, pulling me in for another kiss as she whispers, “I hope it wasn’t just a one-time thing.”
“Fuck. No.” I murmur against her mouth, knowing I am not even close to reaching my fill of this woman. I want more of her, a lot more. “In fact,” I start, giving a tiny thrust of my hips. “I’m about ready for round two right now.”
Aida laughs as she reaches for another condom, tearing it open with her teeth before handing it to me.
We make a sizable dent in the box of condoms before we finally stop to catch our breath, the duvet on the floor and our bodies tangled together in the messy sheets. Aida lies with her head on my shoulder, her fingers tracing the lines of my stomach muscles as mine run up and down the contours of her spine.
“Should you get back to your party?” she eventually asks, as a loud cheer from next door reaches us. The sun will be setting soon, which means it will be time to set off the fireworks, something I do kind of want to be a part of.
I blow out a breath. “I’m only going back if you come with me,” I say.
Aida lifts her head, propping herself up on my chest, a deeply satisfied and hella sexy smile on her face. “I’ll come with you.”
I smirk. “Yeah, you did plenty of times,” I tease.
Aida laughs, pinching my side as she lifts herself up, her tits now pressed against me as she places a soft kiss against my lips. “I did. I don’t think I’ve ever come that much before.”
I smile against her mouth. “That’s because you weren’t doing it with the right guy,” I tell her, my hand grabbing her ass. “I’m the right guy.”
She giggles, rolling off me and into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Glancing back at me over her shoulder, her hair all messy and her eyes hooded, she says, “Yeah, maybe.”
A warmth starts up in my chest, slowly spreading through me as I sit up, wrapping my arms around her and whispering, “Definitely. Now come on, we can go and wash the sex off of us in the pool.”
Aida elbows my stomach. “Eww, Ben, that’s gross.”
Chuckling, I kiss her cheek. “Nah, babe, we’ll be having sex in it as soon as everyone leaves. That’s what chlorine is for.” Aida stands, laughing as she shakes her head at me and looks around for her bikini. I also stand, grabbing her hand as I gesture to the door and say, “Think it’s still on the stairs.”
We make our way out of the bedroom and downstairs, stopping to grab our swimsuits and get dressed. Then, I sling an arm around her shoulder, and we head back over to my place.
Inside, the party is still pumping, most people seemingly not even having noticed we’ve been missing. I grab us some beers from the kitchen before we head outside to the pool, where I spy a free float.
“Come on,” I say, taking her hand as we make our way over to the pool.
We get in, both of us dropping beneath the water to rinse off before I climb up onto the float. Aida follows me, settling herself between my legs as I curl an arm around her shoulders, my hand moving to grab her boob.
“This might be my best Fourth of July party ever,” I whisper in her ear, my fingers teasing her nipple.
Aida laughs, pulling my hand from her boob even as she wriggles her ass against my dick. “Yeah, well, the party’s not over yet, Ben.”
Laughing, I bury my face against her neck, licking and sucking her skin as I murmur, “No, it most certainly is not.”