24. Ben
Aida freezes,her eyes widening in shock as she whispers, “Shit, is that Miriam?”
Groaning, I grab her hips, trying to encourage her to start moving again as I say, “Aida, fuck, babe, please don’t mention my grandma while I’m inside you.”
“Ben,” she says, her hands on my shoulders. “We should stop…what if?—”
“She’s not gonna come in here,” I say, my jaw clenched, my body wired so tight, I feel like I might explode. “And we are definitely not stopping. Get moving, babe,” I command as my grip on her hips tightens and I press my thumb against her clit, teasing her just like she was doing to herself before we were interrupted.
“Fuck,” she breathes out, one of her hands sliding into my hair as she starts to ride me again, her other hand pushing mine out of the way before she starts to get herself off again.
I drop my gaze to where we’re joined, loving the view as Aida touches herself, as my dick disappears inside her. Everything about it feels so fucking good, my hangover long gone as I thrust up into her over and over again. Our bodies are slick with sweat and my heart is beating like crazy inside my chest as she grinds against me.
“Ben,” she moans, her head falling back as her fingers speed up.
“Tell me, Aida,” I growl, my words low, my stomach clenching as I force myself to hold on, to wait for her. “Tell me?—”
“Oh shit, yes,” she groans, her body clenching around me, her grip on my hair nearly as tight as the vice around my dick as she starts to come undone.
I hear the sound of my name through the bedroom door again, “Benji?”
“Two seconds,” I yell as Aida rides out her orgasm, the grip on my dick enough to send me over the edge.
“Well, breakfast is?—”
“Coming, fuck I’m coming!” I shout as I thrust up one last time and explode inside her, coming hard.
A muffled huff sounds on the other side of the door, before Grandma says, “Well, I don’t think the language was necessary, Benji, but just so you know, breakfast is ready.”
I bury my face against Aida’s neck to muffle the laugh as she drops her forehead to my shoulder with a groan and murmurs, “Oh my god, Ben.”
I gently bite her shoulder before lifting my head and giving her a hard kiss as I ask, “Oh my god that was the best fucking sex ever or oh my god?—”
“Oh my god, your grandma just heard us having sex,” she exclaims, slapping at my chest.
I burst out laughing, wrapping my arms around her as I hold her close, my dick still twitching inside her. “She didn’t hear us,” I whisper, kissing her again, ready to say fuck it to breakfast and just stay here in this room with her.
God, I can’t get enough of this woman. And even though I have no idea what this thing between us is, or if we’re even putting a label on it, I know I don’t want it to end anytime soon. I have weeks before my summer is over and I’m due back in the city and all I want to do is spend every second I can with her.
Aida narrows her eyes at me in a cute little scowl that has me laughing again. “I think she did.”
I lift a shoulder. “Nah, it’s all good,” I tell her. “You wanna go have some breakfast?”
“I literally don’t know if I can go out there and face her after…after…”
“After the amazing sex we just had, which totally made you forget all about your hangover, didn’t it?” I prompt.
Aida smirks at me now, her hands on my chest. “Fine, yes, it was amazing,” she admits with mock reluctance.
“Told you it would be,” I say with a grin.
She rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling as she says, “Yeah, yeah. I think this is one we both win.”
I give her ass a hard smack as I say, “Hell yes. Now let’s go shower the sex off us before we face Grandma.”
“Ben,” she groans, making me laugh.
After we shower and I give Aida one of my t-shirts to wear, considering all she has is her bikini, we head downstairs to face the music. As we walk out onto the back deck where Troy and Jason are already stuffing their faces, Grandma hits me with a huge smile.
“Ahhh, I see, now this all makes sense,” she says, standing from her chair.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Grandma,” I reply, kissing her on the cheek before I pull a chair out for Aida.
“Oh, but it obviously means that you and Aida were?—”
“Grandma!” I say, cutting her off as I hold up my hand. “Please, we are all hungover and Aida is still getting used to your no filter style of conversation. Can we save it until…until…”
“Until never,” Aida mutters beside me.
Chuckling, I lean over and press a kiss to her temple. “Yeah good luck with that,” I murmur, before reaching for the eggs. “How are you two doing?” I ask, my question directed to Jason and Troy as I hand the dish to Aida.
“Shit,” Jason mumbles as Troy just grunts beside him.
“Pretty epic party though,” I say, taking the plate back once she’s served herself. “Think it was one of my best actually,” I add, giving her a wink, knowing that what happened between me and Aida is what made the party epic for me.
She kicks my leg under the table as she takes a forkful of eggs. “Oh my god, Miriam, this is delicious,” she groans, in a way that has my dick getting hard all over again.
“Thank you, dear,” Grandma says, smiling at her. “My eggs are good for a hangover, and I imagine you’re also quite famished after this morning’s activities as well, so it’s a good protein source for you. Unless of course you got that from?—”
“Grandma,” I warn, hitting her with a look as both Jason and Troy burst out laughing and Aida chokes on her mouthful of food.
“What?” she asks, all mock-innocence.
“Leave it, please,” I say, not wanting to subject Aida to my grandma’s usual torment this morning, especially given she clearly knows Aida and I have hooked up and won’t be shy about holding back her tips and advice.
Like I need that shit.
Grandma smiles at me now; all sweetness and butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth. “Fine, fine,” she says, surprising me when she actually lets it go. “Now tell me about this party.”
After breakfast, Grandma thankfully leaves and the four of us spend a couple of hours cleaning the house. The mess isn’t too bad thank god, but by the time we’re done, I’m ready for a lie down, the remnants of my hangover still lingering.
“We’re heading into town,” Troy says, as he and Jason walk out onto the deck where Aida and I are sitting. “Gonna catch up with some people we met last night, you guys wanna come?”
I glance over at Aida. “You want to go or…”
She shrugs. “I’m easy.”
Chuckling, I stand and move over to her lounge chair, sitting beside her and throwing my arm around her shoulders. “I wouldn’t say that,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You are a lot of fun though.”
She elbows me in the stomach as she says, “If you want to hang out with your friends, it’s cool, I can?—”
“I want to hang out with you,” I tell her, meaning it.
She looks up at me, a soft smile on her face as she says, “Okay.”
I give her a quick kiss before turning back to my friends. “We might come later. Text me where you’re at.”
Troy’s gaze flicks between me and Aida, the smirk on his face telling me he doesn’t believe me. “Okay, sure,” he says. “Maybe see you later.”
After they leave, I grab two beers from the fridge before walking back to where Aida is sitting.
“Seriously?” she asks, a smile on her face as she glances at the bottles in my hand.
With a laugh, I put them on the table before I grab her hands and pull her up. Gripping the bottom of the T-shirt of mine she’s still wearing, I pull it up and over her head, my gaze dropping to take in her seriously amazing body.
“Yes, seriously. Hair of the dog, Aida, you’ll feel better, I promise.”
“I think I’d feel better with another eight hours of sleep.”
I slip my arm around her waist, pulling her close so her gorgeous body is pressed against mine. “I hope you weren’t planning on getting that eight hours tonight,” I whisper, my lips brushing against hers.
“Oh?” she asks, a brow raised in question.
I slip my hand down to her ass, pressing her hips against mine. “Well, you won’t be getting much sleep when you’re in my bed.”
She smirks now, pushing up on her toes as she loops her arms around my neck. “And what makes you think I’ll be in your bed tonight, Benji?”
Chuckling, I slip my hand under the fabric of her bikini bottoms so my hand is gripping her ass cheek. “Because we aren’t even close to being done with this, Aida,” I whisper, closing the distance between us as my fingers slip between her legs. “Fuck me, how are you this wet already?”
She shrugs, that sexy as hell smirk still on her face as she whispers, “I don’t know.”
“Fuck it, we need to go back to bed right now,” I growl, pulling my hand from between her legs.
Aida giggles, giving me a quick kiss as she asks, “You sure you don’t want to go meet your friends?”
“Fuck my friends.”
She takes a step back, her hands up as she says, “Oh well, if that’s what you’re into.”
“Get back here, woman,” I growl as I pull her back to me. I drop my mouth to her neck, smiling against her skin before kissing my way back up to her mouth. “Fuck, Aida, I can’t get enough of you,” I groan, my grip on her ass tightening.
“I can tell,” she says, her hand sliding up my back. “But how about we cool off in the pool first and then we maybe go back to bed?”
With a wicked grin, I tug at the string of her bikini top. “Wanna skinny-dip?”
Aida blinks up at me. “What about your friends?” she asks, biting her bottom lip.
I drag my thumb across it, pulling it from between her teeth before I lean in and gently take it between my teeth. “This fucking mouth,” I murmur as Aida groans into my mouth, and I quickly swallow it with a deep kiss as I pull the string loose.
“Ben,” she giggles against my lips.
“They’ll be gone for hours,” I whisper against her mouth. “Trust me.”
“You sure?” she asks, her hands moving to the waistband of my shorts.
With a grin, I pull back, shoving my shorts down and stepping out of them. “Positive,” I say as I make quick work of her bikini bottoms, before grabbing her hand and leading her down to the pool.
“What about…” she trails off when I look back over my shoulder at her.
“She won’t come by either,” I say, knowing Grandma has Bridge with her friends this afternoon which means she’ll be three martinis deep by now. “It’s just you and me, Aida,” I add as we reach the pool.
She smiles at me now, stepping close as she presses her naked body against mine. My dick is hard between us and I know she can feel it as she presses up on her toes to kiss me. Just before her lips touch mine though, her hands land on my chest and with a hard shove, she pushes me back into the pool.
When I surface, she’s standing on the edge laughing and I don’t waste any time, hauling myself out of the pool to get her back. Aida tries to run away, but I’m too quick, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into me.
“Now that wasn’t very nice,” I murmur, my hand slapping her ass cheek hard enough to make her yelp.
“Wasn’t it?” she asks, a teasing lilt to her voice, her hands on my chest as though she’s going to push me in the pool again.
Before she can, I bend down to grab her around the waist as I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. Aida squeals now, her hands slapping at my back as she cries out my name in protest. Before she can get away though, I step back to the pool and jump in, taking her with me.
This time when I surface, I’m holding her in my arms, her wet naked body wriggling against mine in a way that is next level hot.
“God, you are seriously fucking sexy,” I murmur as I drop my mouth to hers.
She smiles against me. “And you are seriously hard,” she whispers. “Are you always like this?”
Chuckling, I nip at her lip. “Around you, yeah I am,” I reply. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She drops her arms around my shoulders, smiling as she wraps her legs around my hips. “Seems I can’t get enough of you either.”