5 - The Waiting Game #5
Ben’s breath hitched as he sank into her. After all that waiting, the sensation nearly undid him in a single stroke. His eyes fluttered shut, and his hands found her breasts by instinct, replacing Dana’s earlier touches with his own—fingertips teasing her nipples, circling and pinching.
“So worth the wait, honey…” he breathed, the words dissolving into a sigh.
He bent down, nuzzling between her breasts, planting reverent kisses on the smooth curve of her left one before wrapping his lips around the stiffened bud.
Above him, Dana’s short dark hair fanned against the pillow, her body flexing around his.
“Yeah, baby?” she purred, her arms winding behind his neck.
The pose mirrored what she’d done with Aiden, but the energy was different—closer, more wrapped up in him.
She hooked her legs behind his back, her thighs cinching him deeper inside, until the full weight of his cock filled her completely.
“Was it worth it? Even taking his cock in your mouth?” Her grin was wicked, her tone teasing.
She kissed him softly, almost sweetly, and he groaned.
He nodded—small, desperate. “I’d…” Another kiss. “Even say you liked it, didn’t you?”
Ben didn’t answer. Not with words. His face tilted back and he bucked into her, slow and full.
Each thrust was deep and deliberate. A grind that forced him to feel everything, then a slow retreat, savoring the sensation of almost slipping out before slamming back in.
Dana yelped, a high gasp that spurred him on.
His grip shifted to the backs of her knees, lifting, adjusting.
His thrusts grew more rhythmic, firmer, more urgent with each repetition.
His cock swelled with the pressure and speed, the wet heat around him growing tighter with every grind.
With each backward pull, he imagined dragging out the remnants of Aiden’s seed from inside her, and with every thrust he filled her again—staking his claim in the only way he could.
He leaned forward and kissed her, open-mouthed and breathless, muffling his sounds against her lips.
Then, with a firm grunt, he shifted her position—hooking her knees up, her flexible body bending with him, her feet rising higher toward her face.
It was a crude angle, but effective. Every movement now slammed home, every inch of his cock buried in her, the pressure exquisite.
There was no finesse left—only speed, only a frenzy of pent-up need.
Ben moved like a man possessed, his hips a blur, each thrust making Dana jolt beneath him.
Her short nails raked the sheets, her arms falling away to clutch the pillow behind her head.
This wasn’t a performance anymore. Her moans weren’t ornamental.
They were real, raw. Her body quaked beneath his, hips twitching as he drove her toward the edge.
And what he lacked—girth, length, brute strength—he made up for in devotion. In rhythm. In knowing her body inside and out. He’d been denied her for weeks, maybe months. Now he took everything.
Her body gave first.
Dana’s orgasm was volcanic—every nerve seizing in electric surrender.
Her thighs tightened then released. Her toes curled.
Her hands clutched at nothing. Her voice rose in a scream that filled the room and made Aiden stir beside them.
Her back arched so sharply it was as though her body forgot it had bones, her muscles trembling and stiff.
Then she sagged, breath ragged, legs limp in Ben’s hands.
Ben barely made it a moment longer. His face twisted into a mask of almost-pain, his jaw slack as the climax overtook him.
It had weight behind it—a full-body exorcism.
He grunted low and long as his cock pulsed deep inside her.
All that waiting, all that teasing, all that denial melted into the white-hot torrent he spilled within her.
His hips pushed flush, burying himself to the hilt as if he could fuse their bodies in that moment.
He didn’t pull out.
Instead, he rolled, drawing Dana atop him in a lazy, exhausted sprawl.
Her skin was hot, her thighs slick, her hair damp with sweat.
She settled against him, one hand pressed to his chest, her breath warm on his neck.
Aiden shifted beside them but didn’t wake.
He’d sleep in their bed tonight. Ben didn’t mind.
He stroked Dana’s side slowly, fingertips tracing her hips, savoring the afterglow like the final spoonful of a decadent dessert. She murmured something unintelligible and smiled against his skin. He kissed her temple, a soft, private punctuation to a long day.
Soon, the cycle would start again. More guests. More teasing. More nights spent aching with need. Maybe next time he’d earn more than just the show. Maybe next time, Aiden’s cock wouldn’t just be for Dana.
Maybe it would be for him too.
But for now, Ben just held her. Let the room cool. Let sleep take him. And drifted off with the taste of her still on his lips, the echo of her pleasure burned behind his eyelids, and the smallest, hungriest hope curled deep in his chest.