Page 27 of Pretend to be Mine
Savannah
Idon’t know what’s come over me. I know that Ben is a friend. I know that the whole night was a show. That we’re not really together. But right now, with me completely naked beneath him, it all feels so real. And I want it. All of it.
He’s gentle and taking things slow, but I can tell that he’s just as into it as I am. I turn my thoughts off, so I don’t ruin the moment with questions—What are we doing? What will change between us tomorrow? Is this wrong?
I decide to live in the moment. The very good, hot, teasing moment.
When he slides his fingers into me, something inside of me breaks and I lose all control. I yank his mouth back to mine as I push his boxers down his hips. The moment he springs free, his thick cock slaps against my center, knowing exactly where it wants to be.
He reaches between us and pushes his boxers the rest of the way down before taking himself in hand and positioning himself at my entrance. He tries to break our kiss, but I don’t let him. I know he’ll probably ask about a condom, but I’ve been on birth control for years and I’m afraid any words between us will only shatter the moment. Once he realizes that I’m not letting his mouth go that easily, he gives up and pushes into me, filling me.
I moan into his mouth just from the contact, from the feeling of being full again. He pushes into me slowly, surprising me inch by inch at just how big he is. I feel like I’m stretching around him. It hurts, but it’s a pain I love. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and Ben is by far one of the biggest I’ve ever been with.
The moment he’s in completely, I know because I feel his pelvis pressing against mine. He pauses a moment, giving me time to adjust to his size. When I dig my nails into his back, he pulls out just as painfully slow. But then he sends his hips forward at a much faster rate, and I cry out.
He has one hand beneath my head, tangling into my hair, while the other is around my back, angling my hips downward. With his every thrust, he brushes that magic little spot inside of me, and I’m not ashamed to say how quickly he makes me come undone. One second there’s tingles, and the next there’s an explosion that’s scorching every nerve ending in my body. I wiggle against him, wanting and needing so much more as I ride out every last wave of my release. When my whimpers have quieted, he removes himself from me and I’m about to argue, but then he flips me over and yanks my hips up into the air before sliding into me from behind. He feels larger in this position and I have to fist the sheets to hold myself in place as he rocks into me.
Ben’s hands glide over my ass and up and down my back. His left hand holds my hip while the right one circles around to my stomach. His hand roams further, finding my sensitive nub. His fingers roam circles around it as he’s thrusting into me from behind and, oh my, I see stars. Within moments, I’m shattering again. I bury my face into the pillow and let out a scream as he fills every last inch of me with his impressive length. When my second release has ended and my entire body feels like Jell-O, he pulls out of me.
I lift my head and look over my shoulder, wondering where he went, but he’s sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet in the floor. He offers up a smirk before pulling me onto his lap and lowering me onto his cock. His hands hold my hips, and he lifts me up his length and lets me fall back down. The bed is squeaking beneath our weight, but he doesn’t seem to mind because with each pass he goes faster and faster.
I feel another orgasm as its building. My muscles tighten around him, wanting to hold it off as long as possible, but there is no stopping it. Ben has complete control over my body, and he knows what to do with it. He slows when he feels me getting close and he picks back up the moment my release slips away. He’s keeping on me the verge of climax and, as good as it feels, it’s driving me mad.
I open my eyes to find him watching me with his brows drawn together, creating a little line between them. His jaw clenches, relaxes, and then his lips part as a soft, deep moan slips out. His sexy face, the heat in his stare, the soft of that moan, mixed with the way his body is controlling mine, it’s all I need to shatter again. And this time, he comes with me. He begins moving quickly and erratically, pushing himself over the edge and taking me with him. He empties himself into me and doesn’t stop until we’re both completely breathless and exhausted.
Neither of us can move until we catch our breath and level our heart rhythms. When we both have control again, he lifts me off him and I lie back on the bed. He comes to lie behind me and he pulls the blankets up over us both. One of his arms slide beneath my pillow while the other wraps around my waist. There, we both fall into oblivion together.
* * *
Iwake, but don’t open my eyes. My head is pounding from the amount of alcohol I consumed last night. I feel hot and sticky. Why is it so hot in this room? God, that must have been a great party. Wish I could remember it. Then I feel the bed move behind me and a man lets out a groan.
Shit. I remember now. Ben. I’m in Ben’s room! Ben and I slept together! Shit, shit, shit. How am I supposed to act now? Should I just act like nothing has happened? Will it be awkward when I get up? Oh, or maybe I can get up and sneak out. Maybe he isn’t awake yet.
I slowly crack open one eye and peek out. I find that I’m facing away from him. Damn it. Now I have to roll over. Or do I?
Slowly, I push myself up with my left hand that’s on the bed, I pull my legs out of the blanket, and put my feet on the floor. Beside the bed I find my bra and panties and I pick them both up before standing. I hold them to my chest as I begin walking around the bed. I lost my dress and shoes at the door, so I walk down the short hallway and grab them, holding everything in front of me for some kind of cover. When I step out of the hallway and back into the room, I find Ben wide awake and looking directly at me.
My shoulders fall. “I was trying not to wake you.”
He offers up a smile. “I’ve been awake for twenty minutes now. I’ve been trying not to wake you.”
I notice the time on the clock beside the bed. “Oh wow, it’s already nine. We better get moving. Want to grab breakfast before we hit the airport?”
His brows pull together, but he sits up, keeping the sheet over his waist. “Sure.”
“Okay, quickly shower, pack, and I’ll be done in twenty,” I tell him, rushing into my room and closing the door behind me.
Once I’m in my room alone, I let out a long sigh.
After I shower, throw on some comfy clothes for the plane right home, and toss everything else into my bag, I open the door which separates our rooms to find him only wearing a towel around his hips while he pulls clothes out of his bag.
“Whoa, sorry,” I say, throwing my hand up in front of my face to block the view.
I hear Ben laugh. “You saw a lot more than this last night.”
My face flashes red and feels like it’s been set on fire. “Just…knock on the door and let me know when you’re ready,” I say, stepping back into my room and closing the door between us.
I drop my bag onto the floor and find myself back in bed. What have we done?
