Hot n Bothered, page 4
He tore his mouth from hers, trailing hot kisses across her skin and down her neck. Nipping and licking as he went. The hand on her back moved round and up under her top. She arched her back when he cupped her breast and pinched the nipple.
He claimed her mouth again, pressing her back into the door so she could feel how hard he was as he squeezed and played with her breast. Driving her to distraction with how much she wanted him, at the pleasure shooting through her at his touch. She moaned into his mouth when he took his hand away. She didn’t want this to end, so she gripped his hair tightly keeping his mouth on hers.
This was not soft, gentle or romantic. This was hard, hungry and demanding. She’d wanted this for too long so she was not about to give it up just yet. Neither was he, it seemed. Instead of pulling his hand away he moved it down. He expertly undid her jeans with one hand before exploring further under her knickers.
She groaned as his fingers delved into her slit straight for her clit. They danced and played over it sending her higher and higher. He moved his mouth to her ear.
“You’re so wet.” He murmured as he nipped her lobe. “Is that for me Belle? Do you like it like this or do you want it faster?”
“Faster. Oh God Ben. Faster please.”
“As you wish. Don’t worry I won’t make you beg. Not you.” He panted, his breath hot on her ear.
His fingers moved faster and she could swear she could see stars. Her hands in his hair pulled his mouth to hers. He gave a breathy laugh before smothering her cries. Not a moment too soon as her climax hit her, but it didn’t stop him. If anything those amazing fingers moved even faster, sending her pleasure higher and further.
If he wasn’t pressing her back into the door she doubted she would even be able to stand after that. Ben changed the kiss, it became softer, gentle before he pulled back looking at her intently.
He looked a little too smug to see her gasping for breath, but before she could call him out for it he removed his hand and sucked his fingers into his mouth.
“Yummy.” He said huskily, making her breath catch. “Are you on birth control?”
She nodded, unable to speak at the look in his eyes. They were making such promises she would sell her soul to have. She lifted her arm to show the tiny scar of her implant.
“Thank fuck.” He growled pressing a kiss to it.
"I'm clean." She gasped out as he ran his tongue over the scar, not wanting anything to stop what was happening.
He paused lifting his head to look down at her. "I am as well. But I still have condoms if you want." He gave a small frown. "I think I do. No, I'm sure I do… I think."
She giggled at his adorable confused frown. "It's fine. I trust you."
The smile he gave was the widest she'd ever seen from him, his hands started moving again. Pulling her top up and off, flinging it to the side, chuckling how it had knocked her glasses askew. He gently took them off and placed them on the sideboard.
She helped him pull his t-shirt off, taking advantage of his head getting caught by pressing open-mouthed kisses to his chest and nipping at the base of his neck. He made a noise halfway between a purr and a growl that set her blood on fire. As soon as he was free he kissed her, turning them and walking them back to his bed. His hands worked on the clasp to her bra as hers roved over his chest. She loved the hiss he gave when she scratched her nails over his nipples. As soon as her bra was gone, his hands were there, squeezing and playing with her nipples.
Her head fell back as he moved his mouth there, sucking and kissing. Her hands were at his jeans, pulling and undoing the fastenings. Shoving them past his hips along with his boxers. She gripped his hard length, rubbing her thumb over the sensitive tip.
“Fuck Belle.” He groaned, pulling her hands from him. “Carry on like that and I won’t last.”
He pushed her back so she fell onto the bed. “Move up.” He growled, eyes roving over her as she did, the look in them making her shiver.
He pulled her shoes and socks off before turning his attention to the rest of her clothes. Once he had her naked, he stripped the rest of his. Holy fuck, but he was stunning. His tattoos accentuated his muscular frame and tapered waist. No wonder so many people watched his show. He had a little soft fuzz on his chest with a black happy trail and oh that muscular v that was usually hidden was so fucking hot.
She was suddenly very self-conscious of just how fat she was, how unattractive she was, especially compared to him. But all cognitive thought went out the window when he climbed on the bed and pushing her thighs apart he buried his face between them.
She pressed her hand to her mouth to keep from crying out as he feasted on her. His tongue and lips moved over every part of her driving her wild. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue lashing it hard and fast as he thrust his fingers inside her. It didn’t take much for her to climax again.
She lay there trembling as he kissed his way up her body. Nibbling at her neck, he lifted her thigh and pressed inside her.
“Don’t think you’re done just yet.” He murmured.
Chapter 7
Isobelle stared up at Ben. Surely he was kidding right? She didn’t think she could come again, not after those intense ones, she'd never achieved more than two even by herself. But then he moved, slowly at first, really drawing it out. He kissed her as though he was a drowning man and she was his oxygen.
She ran her nails down his back and he arched up hissing her name. His hips moved faster until he was slamming into her hard and fast. She licked and nipped the skin at his neck and shoulder. Closing her eyes at the sensations that were going through her. She’d read about how a good fucking could be a religious experience and thought it was an over exaggeration used by romance authors.
But…
Oh.
My.
Fucking.
God!!
She bit down hard on his shoulder to stop from screaming. Where had that come from? She was never vocal before. He jerked and blasted out her name before collapsing on top of her breathing hard. She was so exhausted, she could do little else than close her eyes with a satisfied sigh.
His shoulders moved under her hands as he chuckled.
“You sound like you’re falling asleep.” He said pressing soft kisses to her shoulder, lifting his weight from her.
She could only manage an. “Uh huh.”
“Go to sleep then my sweet Belle. I’ll be here when you wake.” He pressed a kiss to her lips.
She felt him get off her and move to her side, she couldn't even open her eyes when she felt him cleaning her. All she could do was sigh a thanks. When he'd finished he pulled her into his arms and she felt his lips at her forehead before she slipped asleep.
Isobelle slowly woke up thinking her weighted blanket had gotten twisted up again across her ribs. But then last night came flooding back. She was in Ben’s bed, the weight was his arms wrapped around her pulling her back into his chest. His forehead to her neck, steady breaths brushing her shoulder showed he was still asleep.
She smiled when she clocked the time. He was never one to wake up early anyway. She still couldn’t believe he wanted her, that this was real. She wanted to lay there and just enjoy being held by him. But now she was awake her body demanded she move or it would embarrass her.
She felt a resounding satisfaction to the way his arms tightened around her when she tried to extract herself out of his embrace. After she slid from the bed she was sure she heard him sigh her name. She quickly dressed and used the bathroom, while she was tempted to return to his bed, to him, she needed coffee first.
She stretched her arms above her head as she made her way downstairs. Her entire body felt like it had done a massive workout. She smiled to herself, well it had.
“Morning. Sleep well?”
She froze to realise the others had also spent the night, did they know she hadn’t slept in the spare room? Was this something to tell them? Would Ben want them to know? Or is this something he would want to keep as a secret?
“Not in that spare bed.” Rob said. “It’s much too hard. I’m glad you took it, the sofa is much more comfortable.”
“Birthday boy still snoozing?” Darren asked. “Coffee?”
“Yes and probably.”
“You probably want coffee?”
“Other way round.”
Urgh, why were they still here and this wide awake? They were making her all flustered. She didn’t know what to say, she sucked at lying and everyone knew that. Her stupid face went bright red and she couldn’t look at anyone.
Joey laughed. “He’s probably still passed out, the amount he had to drink last night.”
“Huh?” She frowned at him stretched out on the sofa. Ben hadn’t seemed that drunk last night, in fact she thought he was sober.
“Or he’s up there with those hotties.” Rich waggled his eyebrows. “I noticed they disappeared right before he did.”
“Lucky man.” Joey yawned. “I tried chatting some of them up but they all shut me down.”
“Good.” Darren passed Isobelle a coffee. “They were bitches.”
Rich snorted from his position on the floor. “What’s with that attitude? Not like they turned you down as well. Ow! What the fuck Cat?” He yelped as she slapped him on the back of his head.
“They were saying horrible things about our Iz. That’s why they were bitches.”
Isobelle smiled at her. “Thanks Cat.”
“Who invited them anyway?” Bianca mumbled, eyes still closed, her head on Cat’s lap.
“Thought you’d gone back to sleep babe.” Cat smoothed the hair from her face. “And I suspect it was the creep we call Joey.”
“And I bet he name dropped Ben to get them to come.” Darren shot him a look as he had the decency to look ashamed.
“Yeah well I didn’t realise they’d be mean to you Iz. Sorry about that.” He grimaced.
“Was that why you disappeared?” Cat asked.
She could feel her face burn so she took a big gulp of coffee instead of answering. Her mind returning to what Joey had said about Ben being drunk.
“What’s up?” Darren asked, eyeing the way she was chewing on her nail.
“Just wondering how drunk Ben was last night.”
Joey snorted. “Very. I counted around nine beers. Why?”
It started sinking in that was the reason Ben had wanted her. After all what was Joey’s favourite joke? What’s the difference between a dog and a fox? About eight pints.
“Hun? What’s going on?” Cat reached up and tugged on her sleeve to get her attention.
“Oh nothing. No, I’m fine. I just realised I have a massive pile of washing to get done or I’ll have to wear a Halloween costume to work tomorrow.” She gave a small smile, that wasn’t exactly a lie. She always had a mountain of washing. “I really should get to it. I don’t think I can wait for Ben to wake up to say goodbye that’s all.”
“You should. He’s trying us on a new breakfast recipe this morning.” Rob said. “Richie and Katie are going to be gutted they went home last night.”
Just then they heard the sound of the toilet flushing and the sink being used.
“Hey, perfect timing. Morning sunshine.” Rob shouted as Ben walked down the stairs rubbing his eyes. “Who did you wake up next to?”
Ben frowned at all of them, his eyes didn’t even pause on her.
“No one.” He replied grumpily. “Why? What did you hear?”
“Nothing. We were speculating where the bitches disappeared to that’s all.”
“Bitches?” He looked confused.
Isobelle felt sick to her stomach. He had been so drunk he couldn’t remember anything from last night.
“Yeah, those model looking girls.” Cat said. “They said horrible things about our Iz. That’s why she went into your spare room for the rest of the night.”
“I think it was more to write.” Darren nudged her with his shoulder. “You know what she’s like when she gets a story stuck in her head.”
Ben finally looked at her, but she couldn’t meet his eyes. It hurt too fucking much that the best night of her life was just a drunken fuck. And to make matters worse a forgotten drunken fuck. Her face burned with embarrassment and hurt. Then shame at the idea she didn't get proper consent from him. Oh God, what had she done? She should've realised, why else would he want someone like her?
She shrugged. “Actually I just went to sleep, I was really tired I zonked that’s all.” She drained her mug. She needed to get out of there. The coffee was souring in her stomach. She was the worst.
Joey laughed. “You mean passed out. Come on Iz you easily went through six beers last night. Never known you drink so much.”
“How is it you suddenly know how much everyone drank?” Rob asked.
“Pure talent. Four and a half beers.” He grinned at him smugly.
“We’re trying to get Iz to stay for your new breakfast recipe.” Rob said sticking his tongue out at Joey who just grinned.
“I… I can’t.” She passed her empty mug to Darren. “I have too much stuff to get on with.” She kept her eyes on the floor as she hugged herself.
“Come on Iz, stay.” Joey said.
“If she wants to go, let her go.” Ben said. “I don’t want to force her into doing something she doesn’t want to.”
“And on that note I’m out of here. See you guys.” She rushed out, just about remembering to take her bag.
She was proud that she kept her composure for as long as she did. She got strange looks on the bus because she was crying so much. Once home she hid under her duvet and switched off her phone so she could really cry it out of her system.
For the next few weeks she fobbed Darren and all the invites from everyone off. She just couldn’t bring herself to look at Ben she was so ashamed of believing that there was a chance with him. She spiralled down with the shame and guilt over what she did to him. How she had been so blinded by wanting him, she'd completely missed he wasn't able to make those decisions.
During that time she struggled to get out of bed, she didn't even have the will to shower. It was only the fact that she ran out of days off from work that forced her up. When her depression gripped her that tightly, it took a lot to break it. However, the shame of losing yet another job and proving just how worthless she was motivated her enough to get up and clean. She went through her work as though she was a robot, a numbed-down shell of who she actually was. She showed up, did her work and left, she couldn't handle anything else, she only ate lunch so she wouldn't be called into a meeting about concern for her. As soon as she got home though she collapsed back into bed, not even writing was getting through to her. Thankfully she went through periods where she couldn’t handle being around too many people and all the invites had been to public areas, so no one knew just how much of a pathetic mess she was.
Darren eventually showed up at her flat and dragged her out of bed, made sure she was eating and brought over his games console to challenge her. Eventually his stubbornness on not letting her wallow won out and then he dragged her to his where everyone was. Ben barely looked at her and no mention was made of that night. She tried to forget it as well. Eventually things stopped feeling so awkward between them and thankfully they fell back into their friendship. Which was good as she had missed the way they were together.
But she still couldn’t forget that night.
Chapter 8
Now:
Ben kissed her softly, almost tentatively. She’d frozen at first, but just as always when he touched her she melted. She had just started kissing him back when he pulled away with a smile.
“See not that bad.” He said. “I’ll pick you up at eleven tomorrow. Dress warm, comfy shoes, lots of walking.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek and stepped back.
“Is that normal time or Belle time? And why?” She fumbled with her keys, trying to get the right one in the lock. She refused to acknowledge that one small kiss would affect her so much.
“Normal time and romantic picnic. I have some new vegetarian recipes I want to try and I need a guinea pig.”
Ah ha! She finally got her door unlocked. “What’s in them?” She side-eyed him stepping inside.
“Don’t worry, I know your adverse reaction to mushrooms. I’ve substituted them and want to find out if it works or not. Now you are safely home, I will take my leave. Sweet dreams for my sweet Belle.”
He bowed as she laughed.
“So corny.”
“Your boyfriend is corny. Get used to it.” He called over his shoulder as he left.
What was he doing to her? She’d spent five long months trying to push what happened out of her mind and she had almost managed it. But now, one little kiss had her dreams playing out like her own personal porn channel.
She’d woken so frustrated and turned on. To make matters worse, no matter what she did to herself or how many times she came she just didn’t feel completely satisfied and it annoyed her. She wanted nothing more than to scream and yell at him for doing this to her. But that would mean admitting what had happened and there was nothing that could make her do that.
She was hunting through her pile of clean washing for a jumper when Ben arrived.
“What can’t you find now?” He asked as a way of greeting.
She scowled at him. “I don’t always lose things.” She grumbled.
“No. But you have that look of you’re looking for something. You purse your lips slightly and have a teeny tiny furrow to your brow, like you have now. So what are you looking for?”
“A clean jumper. I’m sure I have at least one in my pile.” She looked at him. “Aren’t you going to congratulate me on being on time for normal time?”
He grinned that damn lop-sided grin. “Actually I said dress warm and you have a short sleeved top on. Technically not ready. But.” He continued when she glared at him. “I can help with that. Here.” He held out a carrier bag.
“What’s this?”
“Something all girlfriends want and need, apparently.”
