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Chapter 31

Jessie

He fucked me in a coat closet. Not just fucked me: he held his hand over my mouth and railed me against a wall in a coat closet. He did what he said he would do.

Ben watched me all night with stars in his eyes. I’d known Ben’s horny look since the night I broke up his party. This was different. It was enamored, dreamy, completely moon-eyed. Like he couldn’t wait to hear what I’d say next or see what I’d do.

Waking up together, naked, surrounded by a man who truly appreciated me? There’s nothing better.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Ben crooned as I woke up.

“Oh, good morning.”

He hit me with a kiss, just lips, his massive hand resting on my cheek.

“We both have morning breath, but I don’t care,” he smiled into my lips. I kissed him back. “I’m kind of obsessed with you.”

The sheets gathered just below his hip bones and at my lower ribs. I was exposed, but it didn’t feel scary-exposed. I was there with someone I trusted.

“You’re beautiful like this,” I whispered, thumbing over his hip bone. Ben looked genuinely touched.

“I can’t believe we get to wake up like this, Jessie.”

I grinned, overcome with the need to have him. I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him.

“My God, Jessalyn,” he gaped, taking my breasts into his hands.

“What, you like?” I gave him a coy smirk.

“Yes. Yes, I like.” He scrunched my boobs together and rubbed his tongue between my nipples. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“You’re on a good track, baby.”

He sucked, drawing out one nipple, looking up at me. “So perfect, Jess. Is this real? Are you really my girlfriend now? No more faking?”

“I don’t think the coat closet was fake, or did I just dream that up?”

“Hmm, it’s a little fuzzy. You’ll have to remind me.”

“Well, I think I sucked your cock, you ate my pussy, and then you fucked me raw in a coat closet at a benefit thing for your hockey team. And then you had me eat our cum, and you wiped your cum off my leg at the dinner table with all your friends. But I could have made it all up. That sounds improbable,” I said, shrugging. His cock was hard between us.

“Sounds like a dream, but it’s one I want to have.”

Ben drew me in for a deep kiss. When we came up for air, he spoke again.

“But here’s the thing. You’re way behind on orgasms, and it’s my duty to apologize for the male sex. I need to get you off before I fuck you, then get you off again. Sound like a good plan?”

I beamed. “Prove it, Jockey.”

Ben flipped me on my back, pinning my hands under one of his, the calluses grating against my skin. He hovered at my ear, whispering in a husky voice.

“Don’t you dare fake it for me, Jessalyn. We’re not finished until it’s real. I don’t care how long it takes. Got it?”

I nodded. “Be warned. It might require a toy.”

“Didn’t require a toy last night,” he drawled.

“Yeah, well, you’d kinda built up the experience in my mind. Here, it’s in a bed, the pressure’s on, ya know. Different scenario. Don’t want your ego to deflate if I need a little assistance.”

He got a glint in his eye. “Honey, you know I’m going to want to see how hot you look using a toy, but I’m a competitive man. I’m going to do my best to beat the machine this time. You give me a challenge, I’m going to do anything I can to beat it.”

His lips traveled down my neck, taking his time on me.

“Was that the equivalent of telling you to skate twenty laps as fast as you can?”

His warm laugh rattled my ear. “Something like that.”

He worshiped my breasts with his mouth, caressing, stroking, sucking. But he didn’t stay there as long as most men did. Strangely, that made me feel more seen and appreciated. My boobs are something of an attraction. Everyone’s always in a hurry to get their dick between them or stare at them blankly, but Mikey was dedicated to keeping the focus on me. Me as a whole, and not just me as a vessel for giant boobs.

“You are a fucking goddess, Jessalyn,” he cooed as he settled his shoulders under my legs. “You tell me if you like it harder or softer, okay? This ain’t about me. It’s about you feeling good. I want you to have exactly what you like.”

He kissed softly all around my slit, building the anticipation. I let out an unintentional whimper that made him look up at me with apology in his eyes, like he couldn’t believe he’d tortured me like that. He grasped my hand as his tongue sank into me, eyes going devilish. I rested back on the pillow, letting myself take in the sensation. A brief thought flashed through my mind of how much better he was than Cole, not just in skill, but in actually caring what I thought about what he was giving me. Wanting me to have what I wanted. I rocked my hips, matching the work of his tongue to his pleased hum. A glance down showed him truly making love to me with his mouth, immersed in the experience. He gave a long suck, making my back pull taut like a bow. Then he went back in with soft side-to-side flicks. I felt impossibly turned on, a feeling bigger than most orgasms I’d had in the past, and this was just the build-up.

“Ben, Jockey, baby, it’s—” I broke off with a cry as my lower belly tingled and hollowed out. He gave and gave, nodding to encourage me. My words came out as a squeak because there was hardly any air in my lungs. “Just like that, baby, please, yes, I’m gonna—Ben!”

I made a sound that was downright pornographic, something I never imagined could actually come from my body as I released, little tears at the corners of my eyes and my ears ringing.

“I can’t, you made me, you did it,” I blurted as I came down, truly disbelieving. He continued lapping at me, long and light strokes with little kisses in between. I combed my fingers through his thick hair. He ran his tongue around his lips and wrinkled his nose in a gleeful grin.

“How was that for twenty laps?”

I laughed out loud. “I think you did it in under twenty, baby. Holy fuck.”

His precum wet my stomach as he crawled up to kiss me. His smiling eyes met mine. “You said my name when you came. You know what that makes you?”

I twisted my lips, knowing what he was getting at. “Nah, no way.”

“Yes way.”

“I’m a good girl for you?”

“You’re the best girl, Jessalyn.”

“I bet I could be even better,” I said, taking his cock in my hand. He put his head back.

“Wait just a second. I have an idea.” He grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and put it on the floor in front of his closet mirror. “You game for the floor?”

I laughed. “We’re never gonna do it standard missionary, are we?”

“If I have my way, we’ll do ‘em all, Jessie Girl. Is that what you want? Standard?”

“I think I like your ideas better,” I said. I was genuinely thrilled, going from the most vanilla sex life to someone who actually wanted to play like I did.

“Then get those sweet cheeks on over here.”

He stood by the mirror, reaching for me. I felt wanted down to my core, not just for my body, but like Ben wanted me. All of me. He wasn’t rushing, but he was still fervent somehow. Savoring. That’s the best word for it. Ben was savoring the experience, taking it all in with hyperaware senses. Our kisses were slow and drugging, a dance of teasing and sampling. I took my time dragging my mouth down his body, pinching his nipples, playing my fingers along the lines of his muscles.

I met his eyes as I knelt before him, admiration glowing in his gaze. I stroked his cock while I spoke. “You want this?”

“Anything you’re willing to give me, honey. I’ll give you anything you want, too,” he said with a grin and a thumb over my lips. “You look pretty on your knees like that.”

I couldn’t help but smile before sucking his thumb between my lips. It was so new to me to relish in sexuality with a partner who loved it as much as I did. I gladly took him into my mouth, his hand tangling in my hair and a sigh on his lips.

“So fucking good, Jessie,” he praised me. I alternated working him deeper into my throat and playing with the head, rewarded by little bursts of his precum. I’d always enjoyed turning men into putty that way, but it felt more gratifying to have someone appreciate it so deeply—and be so eager to give it back. I pulled off to speak but kept my hands moving on him.

“What did you have in mind with the blanket?”

He smirked. “Get on your tummy, baby.”

I did as he asked and he knelt behind me, kissing up my back.

“Face the mirror,” he said, “and lift your hips.”

He slid a pillow under my hips. “Your back feel okay if you go up on your elbows?”

I nodded. He sat between my spread legs behind me, rubbing my ass cheeks and kissing the base of my spine. I rolled my hips into the touch, already needing relief again.

“I thought you’d look real pretty like this, and we could watch each other,” he said.

“I’m into it. You gonna fuck me or what?”

He chuckled. “Damn, Jessie, I don’t even have to ask you to beg today.”

He lined himself up and pushed into me, then leaned over my back. The friction was sublime.

“That feel good, dirty girl?” His hands met my breasts, rubbing and squeezing.

“How’s that pussy?”

“Fucking perfect, Jessalyn. I love how you dirty talk, too. Christ.”

His speed increased, positively railing me, my breasts jolting with the motion. Feeling good but not good enough, I moved my hips along with him. I thought back to his words from the coat closet and thought I’d test a theory.

“Daddy, I need more,” I whined.

He got a similar shocked and thrilled look to when I squirted during our first time messing around. “Tell me what you need, honey. Daddy’ll take care of you.”

“My clit.”

His hand slid between the pillow and me, finding the pulsing point. “This needy little thing?”

“Yes,” I sighed. “Right there.”

His fingers worked magic while he continued pounding me, one hand full of my breast, the other working my clit.

“Choke me,” I spit out. His hand moved from my chest to my throat, meeting my eyes with a smile in the mirror as he squeezed.

“Good girl. Tell Daddy what you need and I give it, baby. Keep talking to me.”

I’d never had someone so willing to give, and I wanted it all, a two-person gang bang. He watched me with a lurid fascination, mouth agape.

“Fuck, you look pretty in pink,” he said, releasing his grip on my throat. “I need you to come for me. What do I gotta do to get you there?”

I met his eyes in the mirror, more red creeping into my cheeks. I’d only tried asking Cole for this once, and it didn’t go well. This was deepest, darkest cobwebbed corners of the brain territory.

“Don’t you do that, baby. You tell me what you need. I’m game for anything but you gotta tell me.”

“My ass,” I whispered.

He bit his lip in concentration as he took his wet fingers from my clit, spit on them, and gently pushed them into my ass. He looked to my reflection for confirmation. “How’s that?”

I cried out, the pleasure so intense as I tightened all around him.

“Oh, fuck, Jessie.”

I pressed my hips up from where they rested on the pillow, which he took as an invitation to switch to doggie. “Jessie,” he warned again.

“I need,” I started, pulling away and flipping onto my back. I tugged him down and shoved him back inside me, pancaking our bodies together. “Pound me.”

I gripped his shoulders and he gripped mine, using the leverage to give me everything he had. Our names spilled out and my orgasm was sudden and fierce. He buried himself to the hilt with one final thrust as he jerked inside me, pulsing with my walls.

Ben held his face over mine, locking our mouths together, whimpering in relief.

“Jessie, how am I supposed to not be obsessed with you?”

I grinned up at him. “I think you might be my new favorite thing. But I made you do missionary.”

Ben let out a loud laugh. “You are not vanilla, darlin’. Rest assured. Anything but.”

“Why thank you,” I said, beaming up at him.

He stroked my cheek, still deep inside me. “You’re not gonna run off on me, are you? Take all this away?”

His question caught me off guard. I didn’t expect him to be so vulnerable after sex. My mind swirled.

“I don’t think so?”

“You keep saying that you might leave L.A. I just want to put in a formal request that you... not do that,” Ben said. He was trying to make a joke, but his eyes were wounded.

“I wasn’t planning on making any big decisions at the moment,” I said, not sure what to think. “But things are a little chaotic right now. This is all happening pretty fast.”

The hurt was all over Mikey’s face. “Right.” He couldn’t meet my eyes. “I’ll just, uh,” he said as he pulled out of me and pushed the blanket up to the mess. He stood, getting a look at the clock.

“Fuck! I’ve got morning skate in like thirty,” he said, stomping to the dresser to get out his clothes.

“Oh. Can I help? Coffee?”

“I’ll just grab something at the rink,” he grumbled.

I was already tired of his shit. “Ben, you’re not doing this.”

He slammed open his underwear drawer. “Doing what?”

“Pulling away because you’re scared!”

“I’m not pulling away, you are!” he objected. “You keep acting like you’ve got one foot out the door!”

I rolled my eyes. “When was the last time I said anything about leaving? Were we together?”

He stopped with his shirt halfway over his head. “I guess not.”

“Jockey, I’m not trying to leave. But you have to know, this is all a lot for me. I might need some space to deal with that.”

“What does space even mean, Jessalyn?” he shouted.

I blinked twice and bristled.

“I’m sorry I yelled. You don’t deserve that.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“But clue me in. All I’ve ever wanted is someone to care about me like what my friends have, but it’s fucking terrifying. I don’t know what I’m doing. I like you so much, Jessie. I don’t want to screw all this up, but I also don’t want to get all tied up just for you to decide I’m not worth it.”

His words were heartbreaking. Such a big, sweet guy was so full of sadness deep down.

“That’s kind of the risk of love, Mikey,” I said, pulling the blanket up to cover me. “But from what I’ve seen so far, you’re worth it. What are you so afraid of?”

“Nothing. Forget it,” he said, sitting at the end of the bed and putting his socks on.

“Ben. Remember what I said about communication? Please don’t shut down on me.”

“Yeah, and I’m not ready to fucking talk about it, alright?”

I shot him a death glare. That kind of shit was not going to fly with me. He softened, approaching me and crouching down to where I was still on the floor. He held my chin and looked deep into my eyes. “When I have the right words for it, I’ll tell you. Okay, hon?”

He kissed my cheek and stood to leave. “I’ll see you later.”