Page 27 of Hot n Bothered

I sobelle woke, once again in Ben’s arms. She had no idea what time he came to bed last night. She’d tried to stay awake as long as possible, but had fallen asleep before the door had opened.

Her dreams had been troubling, full of T’s smug smile. Her playful giggles running through her head as she searched for Ben. Each door she opened was her walking in on the twins with Mike. Except each time he got more muscular, with tattoos.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out what her subconscious was telling her. No matter what he said, she still couldn’t shake the knowledge that she couldn’t compete with her sisters. She knew what she looked like next to them and she would be a fool to think she even came close.

Ben mumbled something in his sleep and pulled her back so she was pressed fully against him. His arm around her waist pulled her arse right into his erection making her freeze. His other hand cupped her breast as he nuzzled her neck.

“Can’t let her know.” He sighed in her ear. “Not yet.”

That had her scrabbling off the bed and running into the bathroom, face burning red.

She put a shaking hand over her mouth, she couldn’t deny that feeling how hard he was made her want him.

Even now she wanted to crawl back into bed with him and offer to help him out. But his words had hit her hard.

Can’t let her know.

The only thing that made sense to her was the reason for T’s smug smile.

He’d been staying up late talking with what she had assumed was her family.

What if it was just T? She flashed back to when Ben was in the shower and T was in the room.

He had been adamant about not wanting her there, but had that just been to hide the fact he did?

She put on the shower before realising she’d not brought any clothes in with her. She was about to go back into the room when she heard the other door open.

“Ben?” T said. “All alone huh?”

Isobelle immediately backed away. That horrible sinking feeling in her stomach was too familiar.

She recognised it from before, but the pain in her chest was new, it hadn't hurt this much with Mike. She stripped down and stood under the hot stream. She didn’t want to hear what was happening in the next room.

It was bad enough she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Her stupid imagination working overtime, throwing up images she didn’t want to see.

Your heart doesn’t actually break, but Isobelle now understood why it was called heartbreak.

Because it honestly felt like it was breaking, the pain was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

She sank to her knees, hand over her mouth as she sobbed.

Letting the shower wash her tears away, but more kept coming.

She knew she had no chance with him. She knew it was a pipe dream. But hope was a vicious, cruel, vindictive bastard. Never giving up, always whispering that all the smiles, the touches, the kisses actually meant something.

It hurt so fucking much, she wouldn’t have been surprised to look down to see a big gaping wound right in the centre of her chest. But there was nothing there. Just like any relationship with Ben it was all in her head.

She had no idea how long she cried, but eventually her tears dried.

That numbness was creeping back in and she welcomed it with open arms. She put it on like an old favourite coat, it fit so perfectly.

Covered all the wounds, made everything look normal.

If she couldn’t see them, then she wouldn’t have to deal with them.

She stood, washed, conditioned her hair, shaved her legs, underarms and scrubbed her body clean. Every single thing she did was through muscle memory, done without thought. The same with brushing her teeth and drying her hair.

She hesitated at the door, towel wrapped tightly around her. Was she really ready to see what was in there? She swallowed, she would never be ready she knew, but she couldn’t hide in the bathroom forever.

She kept her eyes on the floor as she stepped out. Ben’s groan had her looking up.

He was sat on the edge of the bed, alone. Elbows on his knees, his face in his hands.

“Fuck.” He muttered. “I can’t keep doing this. I’m sorry Belle, I just can’t.”

She swallowed the pain that was threatening to escape her numbness.

“Fine. I assume she wants me out of this room.”

“She? What are you talking about?” He lifted his head frowning at her.

“T. That’s what you mean isn’t it? I knew you couldn’t resist her, not when she was throwing everything at you.

I mean I should’ve figured it out when you got hard the other day just from her putting some sun cream on.

” She said harshly, anger was a lot easier to feel than pain since her numbness wasn’t working. “I told Darren this was a stupid idea.”

She went to walk past him, but he moved so quickly. He had her back up against the wall, arms either side of her as he leant his head close to hers. His eyes were flashing with anger.

“It was you that got me hard.” He said fiercely.

“Only ever you. It’s been killing me, wanting you so fucking much.

Having you so fucking close and not being able to do anything about it.

That’s what I can’t keep doing. Pretending that I don’t want to fuck you.

Because I do. Do you hear me Belle? I want to rip that towel from you, bury my head between your gorgeous legs and feast until you scream my name. ”

Isobelle’s heart was pounding, she couldn’t catch her breath. Did he mean it? He couldn’t could he?

“But… but she was in here. I heard her.”

Ben’s face twisted. “Yeah, she came in. Tried it on with me but I told her to get the fuck out. Don’t you remember what I told you?

” He moved closer, brushing his lips over her shoulder and up her neck.

“If it’s not you I’m not interested.” He lifted his head to look at her.

“If you don’t want me to do this Belle I won’t.

Just tell me no and I’ll back off. I won’t do anything. You can trust me. So do you want me?”

“Yes.” She whispered. What else could she say? Of course she wanted him.

Ben covered her mouth with his with a groan.

Kissing her so hungrily, he pressed her back against the wall, his hands easily removing her towel and throwing it to the side.

Then they were moving over her, squeezing and fondling.

His mouth never left hers, kissing her as though he would die if he wasn’t.

She returned his kisses just as desperately. She was done waiting, she wanted him now. She shoved down the shorts he slept in, taking his cock in her hand. He jerked and groaned into her mouth.

“Not yet.” He tried to move back, but she wouldn’t let him.

“Yes yet.” She said against his lips, moving her thumb over his sensitive tip.

He nipped her lower lip before grabbing her wrists and holding them above her head.

“No. I told you exactly what I was going to do.” He moved his mouth down to her neck, nipping it at that spot she loved. “They left when you were in the shower. So you can be as loud as you want.” He said against her skin, moving his kisses lower.

“No Ben.” She gasped when he dropped to his knees. “You don’t have to.”

He grinned up at her. “Oh this isn’t about having to. This is about me wanting to.” And pushed her legs apart.

His tongue was so talented. It was like he knew exactly what to do, where to touch, how hard to press. He teased her to the brink of orgasm, then moved from her clit to dip inside her.

“Fuck, Ben. Please.” She gripped his hair, holding him to her.

He didn’t disappoint, moving his tongue back to her clit he flicked it hard and fast tipping her over the edge. But that didn’t stop him, he continued the assault on her until she sagged back against the wall.

He lifted her leg, slinging it over his shoulder as he continued lapping at her. This time he thrust his fingers inside her as though showing her what he wanted to do with his cock.

“Ben.” She gasped. “I’ve already. It’s…”

“I know. I want more from you my Belle. Now hush, it’s rude to make me talk with my mouth full.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue as he finger fucked her hard.

She’d never been vocal before him, but she couldn’t stop his name blasting from her lips as she came again.

He caught her as her legs collapsed, moving the one from over his shoulder.

She slid down the wall until she was straddling his lap.

“Out of everything I’ve ever tasted, you are the best.” He murmured, kissing her gently. “Ready for more?”

“M…more? What?” She could barely catch her breath, her brain was slow to catch up as he lifted her hips.

His grin turned a touch wicked, sending a shiver through her. He fitted his hard cock to her entrance and thrust up filling her.

“Remember? You shouldn’t settle for the bare minimum.”