She’s referring to the hand that hasn’t let go of her breast like it’s the Holy Grail.
“What’s not to like about you? You’re beautiful, you get along with people, you’re hard working and determined, and you don’t let me get away with my shit. And your tits are definitely up there. You have to know that as a breast man I can stamp yours as spectacular.”
Her grin dims. Before I can question it, her eyes glaze over with pleasure as I move in and out a few strokes before I know I have to take care of business. Girlfriend yes, being a father is a no. Slowly, I pull out grabbing the base of the condom.
“Where are you going?”
I hold up the condom. “To take care of this.”
“I should get my suitcase.”
Slyly, I smirk at her. “Don’t bother. You won’t be needing clothes the rest of the night.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I ask.
“What’s that?”
“We have a poolside party to attend, which means we need to get our butts in the shower and I need to get ready. Like now.” I move to get out of bed, but he pulls me to him and instead, I find my mouth trapped by his lips. He does one of those quick flips and I find myself hemmed in beneath him as he deepens the kiss. All my buzzers are going off, but I have my duties to see to, so I reluctantly pull my mouth free of his.
“You’re not making this easy.”
“Neither are you.”
“What am I doing?” I ask.
“You’re naked, in this bed, with your tits pressed against me, and I’m already hard again for you. Now my dick is going to be giving me fits, unless you do something about it.”
“Damn, Ben, you’re insatiable.”
“I wasn’t until you pranced into my life.”
Steel gray eyes pin mine and my lust for him intensifies. “The shower. But give me a minute. I need to go across the hall and get my bag.”
“Not a fucking chance in hell. You stay here. Give me your key and I’ll go get your bag.”
“No! You’ll do something to Nick and I can’t chance that. Besides, I have to give him some sort of an explanation.”
He crashes his mouth onto mine and his tongue sweeps every last thought of Nick away. The only thing I want is Ben and his body on and in mine. My head spins from the sensations swirling even after he ends our kiss.
“Get your ass in the shower. I’ll join you after I get your bag. And I promise not to hurt Nick. All I’ll say is that we’ve worked out our differences and that you and I will be sharing a room tonight.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it. I promise.” He kisses me again, gets up and starts getting dressed. What a fine body he has, too. His jeans do nothing to hide his extraordinary hard dick and I can only imagine what Nick will think of me.
“Get in the shower, Sam. I’m going to fuck you wet and raw when I get back. Now get the water warm.”
He grabs the keys and is out the door. I’m just turning on the shower when I hear the door open back up. Not long after, he opens the bathroom door and enters. Naked Ben is damned impressive.
“Put the soap down, Sam. That’s my job.”
I hand him the bar and he takes over. Only he’s much more thorough than I would’ve been. By the time he hits my intimate places, my head spins because I’m oxygen deprived. Not much later, he gives me orgasm number one by mouth. Or was that number three? I’ve lost count. But he doesn’t stop. Once I come, I hear the tearing of the condom packet that he conveniently thought to bring, and then his hands are under my ass lifting me. The cool tiles press into my shoulder blades as his cock buries deep into my pussy. His mouth swallows my cries of ecstasy while he captures my lips in a kiss. We breathe as one until he tenses, and I know he’s close. But then, so am I. In only a few more thrusts, I’m carried over the edge, and I hear him groan out his own orgasm as he follows.
“I think you’ve just fucked the sense out of me.”
He kisses my neck. “I hope that’s a good thing.”
“For my body, yes. For my job, no. I need to get a move on before my reputation with a certain older Mr. Rhoades is destroyed.”
His deep chuckle sends a wave of heat coursing through me that I force myself to ignore.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll put in a good word for you.”
A giant gurgle of laughter explodes out of me. “I can just hear it now. ‘Dad, she couldn’t help being late. We were in the shower screwing and we had to have one more go at it.’ Can you imagine?”
He joins me in laughter and seeing him like this, is such a change from the serious Ben I’ve been exposed to lately.
He adds, “I have an image of my mom’s expression.” His faces changes and he immediately turns off the water.
“What is it?”
“Oh, you’ve never faced an angry Julia Rhoades. I have to get you ready. And fast.”