Page 71 of Behind the Bench

“Okay, okay! Stop, Lincoln! I’ll stay!”

My body hovers over her perfect, naked figure and I swear there’s so much tension in the air, it’s almost tangible. I can feel myself growing as the seconds tick by and I sit suspended above her, neither of us daring to move an inch.

Slowly, I lean in and kiss the lips that are begging for my touch. She opens her mouth as an invitation but we’re interrupted by her stomach growling something fierce. I pull back and look down at her stomach at the same time her hand flies up to cover her mouth in embarrassment.

“Oh my god, that is so embarrassing,” she says behind her hand. “I didn’t eat much at Niko’s. I was so busy getting to know everyone’s families, I forgot to get up for seconds. And I’m pretty sure we just burned whatever calories I consumed this afternoon.”

I give her a quick kiss before hopping off the bed. Our clothes are strewn all over my bedroom and it takes me a second to find her panties, which somehow ended up on the top of my mirror that sits on my dresser. I toss them her way.

“Let’s get dressed and order some food. We’re going to need energy for what I have planned for you tonight.”

Ellie’s lace panties are halfway up her legs when she pauses to look at me. “Oh yeah? You think you can last all night?” she asks as she continues to slide her panties up the rest of the way. I track the movements and am lost in dirty thoughts when I’m pelted in the face by my undershirt.

Snagging the shirt and pulling it over my head I apologize for missing her insult. “I was too busy imagining those legs wrapped around me. What did you say?”

She abandons her leggings and walks toward me wearingonly her panties. I’m stunned silent and my dick is the hardest it’s ever been. Her tits bounce as she stops in front of me and places a hand on my chest.

Round two already? Hell yeah!

Ellie leans in and her hand starts sliding down my body. My dick is at full attention, ready and waiting. She reaches down, but instead of grabbing my cock, she grabs my button-down off the floor. Oblivious to the hardest erection of my life, she pulls my shirt on and buttons it up just enough that I can see the swell of her breasts peeking out. Then, without a word, she pats my chest and leaves the room.

An hour later we’re back in my bed.

Unfortunately, we aren’t going for round two. Yet. I did get to enjoy a nice appetizer of her spread out for me on my kitchen counter, though. If I had any say, I would’ve feasted on her all night.

We’re sitting in my bed, with far too many boxes of Chinese food for two people, talking about everything under the sun. It’s like we’ve jam packed dates one through five in the past hour. We’ve learned each other’s favorite colors, foods, movies, etc. You name it, we’ve probably talked about it. It’s surface level stuff, but I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun.

“You’re telling me you’d rather have Black Panther on your team than Iron Man? No frickin way, Scott,” Ellie says as she grabs another crab rangoon from the container in the middle of the bed.

Shaking my head and swallowing down the rest of my eggroll, I give her my rebuttal. “Black Panther has vibranium! And in an enclosed space or hand-to-hand combat, Black Panther is kicking his ass every time.”

“Okay, but in literally any other scenario, Iron Man is kicking ass. He has more advanced technology and fire power. It’s no contest, Scott. You’re wrong. I’m right. End of story.”

Thiswoman.

I put my hands up in defeat. “Okay, okay. You win. This time.”

We both smirk at each other and continue to eat in comfortable silence. I don’t usually do sleepovers with women. Okay, if we’re being honest, I haven’t done anything with a woman in a very long time. And when I did, sleepovers were a hard no. It felt far too intimate for me and I’d much rather keep things casual. After a while, even that lost its appeal, which is why I chose to put my head down and focus on work.

But sitting here with Ellie…

I don’t hate it.

No, I don’t hate it at all.

Well, I didn’t hate it until Ellie asks her next question.

“Whatever happened to your dad?” She asks the question in such a soft tone, I know she’s trying to be gentle with me. It still doesn’t stop the hairs on the back of my neck from rising. Just the thought of that man makes me feel uneasy.

Ellie must sense my trepidation, because she reaches over and covers my hand with hers. “You don’t have to tell me, Lincoln. I just thought… Since we talked about it earlier, you might want to talk a little more?”

She doesn’t remove her hand from mine as she waits for my answer. I turn my hand and give hers a little squeeze before leaning back against my headboard. “I want to tell you. I just don’t know where to start.”

Ellie moves all of the food to the opposite end of the bed before crawling over to me and resting her head in my lap. She doesn’t say anything, she just lays there drawing circles on my legs as she waits. It’s such a simple thing, but she’s giving me the space and time to work this out in my head and go atmy own pace. She’ll never know how grateful I am for her kindness.

I’ve never really told anyone much about my father. My cousin Katie is the only one who knows the whole story. Well, I guess Hunter knows some of it now too. I may not be ready to give Ellie all of it, but I can let her in and give her something. I want her to know every piece of me because I want to know every piece of her.

Leaning down and looking at this beautiful woman in my lap, I make the decision to take the leap.

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