to happen, I want to do it.
And so I obey.
I swing one leg over and my knees are now apart, one leg on each side of the bench as I roll backwards until my back touches the pillow of his folded shirt. I don’t stop him when he gets between my legs and pushes my dress higher, up over my hips.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he says and he’s breathing hard as his head dips down. I feel the flick of his tongue on my belly, and then lower.
“Wait.” I push him away. “Don’t.”
He stops, surprised. “You don’t want to?”
“Um.” I squirm, wondering why words have to choose this moment to fail me. “I want to do things with you, Ben. I’m just not ready for that.”
He doesn’t argue. He nods and sits up. “Okay.”
Maybe I should feel ridiculous, lying here on a grimy bench in my birthday dress with my legs open. But Ben is touching me again and I don’t know how to feel anything but a powerful need to have more of him. I can’t stop myself from moaning when his thumbs travel up the sides of my thighs and meet in the middle. I know my panties are damp and I arch my body in an effort to drive the pressure of his fingers. It’s so good, so much better than when I touch myself this way. I gasp with shock when his finger slips inside my panties and then sigh with pleasure when that same finger slides inside me, just barely, just enough for me to bite my lip and shudder. My eyes have been closed and now I open them to see him staring down at me with intense concentration. Then he smiles and my chest tightens. Deep inside of me there’s a slow rising tide and I want to let it carry me along and yet I hold back because I’m doing this with Ben Beltran and I’m not sure what to think of Ben Beltran and I don’t want that to matter but part of me whispers that it should.
Ben strokes me more urgently. “Let it happen, Camden. Fuck, I feel how ready you are and I know you’re almost there. You want to come. So let me make you come.”
And yes, yes I am ready. I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it.
His fingers commit teasing torture, never too deep, just enough to leave me clenching and shaking.
“Ben. Oh my god!” I’m gasping and I’m coming hard, far more powerfully than I ever have from using my own hand. The orgasm rocks me to my core as I whimper and buck my hips and feel my muscles dissolve on his hand as wave after wave of insane pleasure devours my senses. I’m aware that I’d let Ben do whatever he wants to me right now but he doesn’t. He waits until I calm down before he takes his hand away and gently covers my legs with my dress. I’m still lying on the bench in my bra and now my brain is beginning to zigzag all over the place as I realize I just had almost-sex with Ben Beltran in the stockroom of a gas station market.
“Happy birthday,” he says in a soft voice and I sit up, ready to take offense if he’s making fun of me but he isn’t. Ben isn’t smirking now. He’s thoughtful as he watches me and his brow wrinkles with concern as if he’s worried about what I might be thinking.
I swing my legs around and push my arms through the sleeves of my dress yet I don’t zip it up again. My hand lands on his knee. There are still all kinds of aftershocks going off between my legs and I feel good. Really good. Enough to be bold.
“I can do something for you too.” I move my hand over the hard planes of his upper thigh.
Ben covers my hand with his. “You don’t have to.”
“I really want to.”
He grins. “Then I’ll let you.”
I know he’s watching my face as he unbuckles his belt and I’m hypnotized by the sight of him getting his pants open. He pauses for only a heartbeat before pushing his black boxers down and then showing off how hard he is. I haven’t seen a huge collection of dicks but I’ve seen enough to know that Ben’s is quite impressive. Somehow all my varied sex fantasies never considered how hot it would be to watch a guy