Page 36 of Love in the Countdown

The next few days pass in a blur of long workdays and busy routines. I’ve been trying to figure out what I mightget Ben for his birthday today. I know he told me he didn’t want any presents, but I think everyone deserves a present on their birthday to celebrate another year alive. It’s impossible to decide, given the short time we’ve actually gotten to know each other. Plus, I don’t want to come off like a crazy, clingy girlfriend. I know we said we’d keep things casual, and things have been working out for us so far.

That’s how I find myself at the busy mall, running into shop after shop to figure out what someone would get their roommate who they kind of like and are also having lots of orgasms with. There isn’t a handbook for this sort of thing, and I wish there were. It certainly would make my life a lot easier.

After a few hours of indecision riddled with crippling anxiety, I settle for a luxury shaving kit from one of the boutique barber shops. It smells good, and the kit seems really fancy, with a matching price tag. I know it can’t be easy to maintain his neatly trimmed beard. The bonus is that it doesn’t scream, “I’m crazy and might catch feelings for you.”

The clerk hands me the hand-wrapped package in a paper bag and smiles in thanks. I grip the bag and stroll out of the mall. The location of the mall is not a very long drive from our apartment. Our location has so many perks that I find my new living situation even more exciting by the day. There are so many local activities, boutique stores, nightlife, and five-star restaurants; you name it, Bramblewood has it. Not to mention that my apartment is within minutes of the local highway, so I can be anywhere in the state in less than an hour.

I’m just pulling into our shared driveway, and I notice that Ben’s already home.

Shit! How am I supposed to sneak this into the apartment without him seeing it? I improvise by shoving the bag into one of the other shopping bags so he can’t see his gift.

I walk into the apartment, but Ben isn’t anywhere to be found. I suspect he must be in his bedroom. He must have gotten out of work a little early. Tiptoeing quietly, I head to my bedroom and shove the bags into the closet. I pull out the new matching loungewear I bought from Victoria’s Secret before closing the door. I quickly change out of my outfit and even change my underwear. Just in case we get frisky. Who doesn’t feel good in fresh panties and cute new clothes?

I admire my ass in the mirror. These new jogger-style pants do a wonderful job of making it look perky. I spin in a circle and head out to find Ben. His bedroom door is ajar, but my knock is unanswered. I gently push the door open and find him spread out half-naked on top of his bed. He’s passed out and gently snoring. He’s wearing those irresistible gray sweatpants that do nothing to hide his half-erect cock.

I roll my lips and hover at the doorway. He looks like a snack with his muscles on display. I slowly creep over to the side of his bed, half expecting him to open his eyes and glare at me. When several moments pass, and he still hasn’t stirred, I place a knee next to his hips. I take in a deep inhale and bask in his unique scent that sends tingles to my core, which is already getting wet with anticipation.

I lean over his body and give him a soft peck on his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips. He stirs softly when I get to his lips and moans in his sleep. His eyes crack open, and he whispers my name like he’s happy to see me. I give him another kiss on his lips, though it’s firmer than the last. I pepper soft kisses along his jawline and down to his Adam’s apple. I flick out my tongue in a teasing lick, and he groans at the contact.

“Emily, you’re home.” His voice is husky with sleep.

“Mmmhmm,” I hum back in response.

His hands softly grasp me around my upper arms, but he doesn’t stop me as I continue my exploration of his body. Kissinghis pecs and teasing his nipples with my tongue, I give both equal attention. I straddle his hips while trying to keep most of my weight off him and feel his hard erection against my butt. I move down and lick in between each indent of his delicious abs and rub my lips softly over the trail of dark hair that leads down to his cock.

“What are you doing, Emily?” he rasps softly, voice still thick with sleep.

“Just saying happy birthday.”

He hums in response, and I work his sweatpants down until his cock springs free. Apparently, he’s going commando, which means less work for me. I reposition myself so I’m kneeling between his legs as I take in his hard cock. He continues to swell under my perusal like he can sense my stare. I tentatively reach out to grip the base of his cock and give it an experimental tug. Ben’s answering moans are encouraging, and I continue with my ministrations. I lick my lips at the sight of pre-cum beading on the tip.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I’m leaning over and licking his tip and swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. Ben lets out a growled swear, and I feel his hands grip my hair in its ponytail. I take the tip of his cock into my mouth and suck.

“Fuck! Emily!” His hips buck up in response, and I move my mouth up and down the length of his cock. I use my hands to stroke him in a coordinated effort to bring him to climax. His hold on my hair tightens around the base of my ponytail, and I feel him guiding me at a fast pace. It gets sloppy quickly, with my saliva dripping down my chin and down the length of his cock. The lewd noises we’re making are turning me on, and I know that I’ve made a mess in my clean underwear. I clench my thighs to ease the ache.

When I use my other hand to cup and tug on his balls, Ben loses any semblance of control. His hips pump up to meet my mouth, and he lets out a long groan.

“Fuck, I’m going to come!” he hisses in warning. I hold steady as he continues to pump in and out of my mouth, using me to get himself to the edge. As his cum sprays the back of my throat, I try to keep his load in my mouth until he finishes. I look up at him as his cock continues to twitch in my mouth. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and give him one last suck before popping off. Maintaining his eye contact, I open my mouth to show him the mess he left.

He growls at me, and I close my mouth and swallow his load.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He sits up and grabs my face in his hand, his thumb at the corner of my lips, and he wipes away the cum that dribbles out. He brings my face to his and kisses me, not caring that he can probably taste himself.

I’ve soaked through my panties at this point and am trembling with arousal. My hands grip his shoulders, and I climb onto his lap.

“Does someone need me to take care of this needy pussy?” he asks me when he finally breaks our kiss.

I nod desperately, and he flips us over before yanking off my pants. He leaves my panties on, and I swear I can feel more wetness trickle out at his intense stare.

“My, my, my, look at the mess you made.”

I whimper when he leans down and kisses the mound of my pussy. It’s so close to where I need him to touch that it feels agonizing. I’m bucking my hips to move him closer to my clit, but he pins my hips down with an arm braced across my stomach.

“Stay still, or you won’t get to come.”

If I were coherent, I would probably rear up and swear at him, but I’m so turned on that I just want to get off.

He gives my panty-clad pussy a long lick until he reaches my clit where he gives it a soft kiss, followed by a few flicks of his tongue. With his arm braced on my belly, I can’t really move, which drives me even crazier with need.

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