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Lainey
Going home with Benis crazy, stupid, and so reckless. Last week, I nearly messed up our friendship by having sex with him. In fact, I’m not entirely convinced I didn’t. Yet here I am, in the back of a taxi with Ben, and even though he said we’ll still be friends, I feel like I’m about to mess up all over again. Sleeping with him tonight won’t diminish my attraction to him. Nor will it dilute the jealousy that I feel when I see him flirting with another woman.
I’ve lost my mind, clearly. I just... I couldn’t send him back inside The Golden Roo, into the arms of another woman. Not when his kisses are so hungry, so demanding and hot that I feel more desired and wanted than I ever have in my life.
Of course it’s all just a lie. He might kiss me as though I’m the only one he wants, but that’s because he wants me. Tonight. Tomorrow will be a different story completely, but we have all night. I don’t expect Ben to love me the way I expected Lucas to. Even if having sex with my friend confuses my feelings for him, I’m walking into tonight with my eyes wide open. No deluding myself ever again. This is never going to be anything more than sex for him.
I tear my mouth away from his as the taxi stops outside of a place I assume is his, ready to put my hand into my purse and pay the driver. Ben, however, is quicker than I am. He takes a couple of twenties from his wallet and passes them to the driver. “Keep the change.”
Then he opens his door, steps out and takes me with him. He kisses me thoroughly and pulls me against him as the taxi drives off. His erection presses against my belly, leaving me aching and desperate for him. I’m in danger of melting into a puddle of desire on the footpath, my temperature soaring from hot to feverish. His kisses are the most powerful and heady aphrodisiac I’ve ever tasted.
Once my knees are trembling so badly that I can barely stand without his help, he turns me around so my back is against his front and he walks me in the direction of his unit. It’s dark, and I’m grateful it’s one of the first units on the block. Once we’re at his front door, he lets me go and grabs a key from underneath a rock.
“I have nothing worth stealing,” he informs me. “And this isn’t the Hilton.”
There’s almost a defensive quality to his voice, and I wonder if he’s worried I’m going to judge him and his place. Doesn’t he know I couldn’t care less what he has or doesn’t have? Ben might not have Lucas’s wealth, easy-going nature, or charm, but he’s a good guy. He’s been good to me. And he was very good to Amber. I know Lucas never thought Ben was good enough for her, but it wouldn’t matter who Amber had dated, Lucas still would have felt that way about the guy.
As soon as Ben gets the door open, he ushers me inside. After slamming the door shut, he backs me up against the door, flicking on the harsh overhead lights. As I stare up at him, I can’t help wondering if Ben still compares himself to Lucas and finds himself lacking. I used to compare myself to Amber, and the results were never flattering. They still aren’t. I know how damaging it can be to make someone out to be the better woman. Or, in this case, the better man.
He lowers his head to press his lips to mine, but this time I take control of the kiss, holding his face in my hands as I nip at his bottom lip and then soothe it. He presses against me, exciting me further as I thrust my tongue into his mouth while he thrusts his hips against mine. Once I’m done exploring every angle of his mouth, I turn my face to the side so that his mouth finds my cheek, my jaw, my neck. I undo his shirt buttons and then his belt and pants. They land on the floor with a thunk, quickly joined by his boxers.
I follow them down, landing on my knees in front of him, trapped between him and the door.
“What are you...” he trails off as I gently stroke the length of him.
After appreciating all eight inches of hot, silky steel, I run my tongue from base to tip, where I find evidence of how excited I have him.
“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers tunnelling in my hair as I take him in my mouth, ready to taste more of his pleasure. “Lainey, you can’t. I’m going to—”
“Come,” I finish for him, cupping his balls in one hand while holding him in my other, trying to take him deeper this time.
His hands tighten on my scalp, pulling slightly but not enough to hurt me. It has nothing on the throb between my legs, anyway, and I’m suddenly wishing for a spare hand to slip between my thighs so I can touch myself.
“God, Lainey.”
His voice is husky and raw with need. My panties are already drenched, but they get even wetter as he draws back and thrusts forward, fucking my mouth. I want him so badly.
I close my eyes and focus entirely on what I’m doing to him, licking, sucking, and stroking him. I give his balls a light squeeze and feel a rush of satisfaction when his entire body tenses and jerks, giving in to the demands of my mouth and hands. When he comes, I swallow every drop.
Ben’s hands are still braced on the door as I stand up. “Damn, woman,” he murmurs. “You‘re going to have to give me a few minutes.”
“We have all night,” I remind him, trying to give the impression I’m cool to wait as long as he needs.
Inside, however, I’m a quivering mess. My heart is racing and I’m so turned on I might die if he doesn’t touch me soon.
“Yes, we do.”
Ben peels his hands off the door and kicks off his boxer briefs, pants, and shoes before grabbing a condom out of his pocket and placing it on the top of the couch closest to the door. His shirt is still hanging open, unbuttoned, and I can’t help but notice how beautiful his muscles are as he shrugs it off. I also can’t help noticing his tattoo again. This time, though, I don’t trace it or stare at it. I want to ignore it. Forget it. Forget her. And I want him to do the same.
“This can go,” he tells me, grabbing the hem of my tank top and pulling it up over my torso, exposing my classic black bra.
Before my top has hit the floor, Ben has my bra off and he’s dipped his head to take one of my nipples in his mouth. Each tug of his hot mouth hits me low in the belly, each stroke of his tongue a physical caress between my legs. I lean back against the door, needing it to keep myself upright as my arousal reaches an all-time high. I don’t think I’ve ever been as turned on as I am now.
While Ben’s busy driving me crazy, I slide my skirt and underwear down my legs and slip my hand between my thighs, moaning low in my throat when I touch my overheated flesh. The tops of my thighs quickly grow slick as I rub circles over my swollen clit. My climax is close, but not close enough.
“Ben,” I plead, sliding two fingers inside me.
Ben’s eyes are pitch black as he suddenly stops lavishing attention on my breasts and looks at what I’m doing with my hand.
