Okay! This is a possible story... I'm not sure yet. Anyway... this is a 50 level read. Please let me know what you think!
Warning for SMUT
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"So tell me," Jason said as he sat down and leaned back in his chair. "How is a gorgeous girl like you not taken?"
I chuckled at the question. He had no clue what I have been through and who I have been with, and he may shit himself if he were to find out. Though, the thought of him knowing sends a shiver up my spine, in a maniacal way.
"I mean…"
I broke out of my thoughts, giving him my attention. He ran a hand through his neat dirty blonde hair and leaned forward, before he grabbed his brandy glass and swirled it around. This was completely different from Ben. Not saying that Ben was bad to me, because he wasn't, but because Jason was different from Ben in a more… gentle way.
"How is that possible?"
I crossed my legs, letting the silk hem of my dress slide up my thigh. I could hear him gulp and it made me chuckle. I had this guy wrapped around my fingers and I only met him today.
"What can I say?" I asked with a shrug. "No one can handle me."
That was a lie. Ben could handle me. He could handle me good.
"I find that hard to believe," he said as he leaned his elbows against the table, trying to show off his muscles.
Who was he trying to impress? I could see Ben's reaction now, laughing and taunting Jason like he was a 10 year old, but more importantly, seeing how jealous Ben would get. It was always fun to watch men try to impress me, but it was even more fun to watch Ben's reactions to it too.
"And why is that?" I asked as I leaned in close.
He scooted his chair closer to me and put one of his hands on my thigh. His hand was soft. Not rough like Ben's were. Not hard working hands. Not the hands that I am used to having on my thighs… or on my body period.
"Because I can tell…"
His smirk fell when my phone went off on the table. He looked like a little puppy who didn't get his treat. I tried to contain my smile and laugh, as I reached for my phone. The screen lit up and Ben's name was there. Of course he was going to text me today. Why wouldn't he?
Ben: Lose the date.
Jason snuck in his seat as I peaked up to look at him. I knew he was upset about his balloon being popped, but I had some enjoyment seeing him pout.
Mal: What are you talking about?
I sent it, sort of wondering how he knew, but knowing he would find out and I didn't want to fold in this new game of poker he was trying to play.
Ben: Lose
Ben: The
Ben: Date
Ben: Do I make myself clear?
I looked around the room and did not see him anywhere, and he couldn't hide, because we were not in a busy restaurant.
"I'm sorry, it's my sister," I told Jason as a lie.
"It's okay," he told me as he shook his head and waved his hand at me. "Take your time."
He rubbed his hand against my thigh. I could play this guy like a fiddle, if I wanted to.
"Thank you," I said as I gave him a cheeky smile and returned to my phone.
Mal: How do you know I am on a date?
Three dots appeared on my screen, letting me know he was typing. This was giving me goosebumps and sending shivers up my spine.
Ben: Look up.
I moved my eyes up and saw a black security camera and a red flashing light. I lightly shook my head and adjusted myself in my seat, while Jason kept his hand on my thigh.
Mal: You're stalking me through the security camera?
"Is everything okay?" Jason asked, making me look at him. "Do you need to leave?"
"No…"
My phone vibrated in my hand and I looked down to see what he texted me.
Ben: Yes.
I rolled my eyes, before I looked back at Jason. "Give me just a minute. She is going through something and I just want to make sure she is okay."
He nodded his head and rubbed higher up my thigh. Gods, I could see Ben's red face now.
Ben: Get his fucking hand off your fucking thigh before I rip his fingers off his fucking hand!
Mal: What does it matter to you?
I love playing this game with him. It was my favorite game, and my favorite part was seeing how teritorial he could get.
Ben: Because you are MINE!
That sent shivers up my spine again. The way this man could make my toes curl… and just by a text…
Ben: Do you understand that?
Mal: I am not your property.
If I was going to play this game, I was going to be putting in all of my chips.
Ben: You want to make a fucking bet?
I sucked in my lips. I was not going to show any type of weakness when I knew he was watching, and especially when I didn't know where he was or how close he could be.
Mal: Sure. You know how much I love games.
I could tell that Jason was getting impatient, but he could wait. I had other things on my plate now.
Ben: For fucks sake, Mallory! I will barge into that fucking lounge, break every bone in that fuckers hand, and carry you out over my shoulder if you don't leave RIGHT NOW!
I looked up at the camera and smiled. I was calling his bluff. He had a reputation to uphold and I knew he was not going to make that much of a scene. I winked at the camera, before I turned my phone off, so that he could see, and placed it on the table. Now, let's see if he would do anything that would tarnish his glorious status in the world.
"I'm sorry about that," I told him as I sat up straight and saw him perk up. "Where were we?"
He repositioned his hand on my thigh and I could tell that he was getting excited again, and I was too, but for a completely different reason.
"We were…"
"Hello, Mal," I heard a husky and sexy voice coming from behind me.
I saw Jason's face pale at the sight of Ben and I didn't even have to turn around to know what he was wearing. He was wearing a pair of midnight blue dress pants, a black belt around his waist, a fitted white button up shirt with the two top buttons undone so that the top of his chest was showing, and he was wearing my favorite cologne of his. My gods, the smell was enticing. I slowly craned my head to look up at him, and I almost folded my cards when I saw him. He was in fact wearing what I knew he would, but his facial hair was glorious. It made his jaw look sharp enough to cut diamonds and I crossed my legs tighter, trying to contain myself.
"Hello," I said as I tried not to choke on my words. "What are you doing here?"
"I was just in the neighborhood," he told me with his perfect smile. "Who is this?" He asked as he looked up at Jason.
I looked at my date and saw that he was still looking at Ben like a complete idiot. How in the fuck is he such a fucking catch that even Jason is lost in his looks.
"This is Jason," I said, breaking him out of his trance. "He's my date for the evening."
"Oh," Ben said in a fake shocked voice, but only I would know that. "Is that so?"
"Ben Anderson," Jason said as he stood up to shake Ben's hand. "It's such an honor to meet you."
"The pleasure is mine," Ben said with a humble smile.
Well, fuck me. This was not how I thought Ben was going to play his cards.
"Wow," Jason said in awe.
"So, tell me," Ben said as he took a step closer to my chair and shoved his hands in his pockets. "How did you meet Mal?"
Oh great. Here we go.
"I met her last week in a coffee shop uptown," Jason rambled. "She was reading at a corner table, so I walked up and started talking to her."
I could feel Ben laughing at Jason, but I would assume that he is just nodding his head, at hearing about how I met Jason.
"So you met at cafe rose?" Ben asked.
Of course we met at cafe rose! You know that's my favorite place. I wanted to scream in Ben's face that what he was going was not fair, but I was not going to be the one to break and make a scene.
"Yeah," Jason said as he sat back down and smiled up at Ben. Gods, this guy was looking like a kid in a candy store. He put his hand back on my thigh, and I smiled to myself because he did not know what he just caused himself. "How do you know her?"
I lightly bit the inside of my lip, because I knew what was going to happen next… and it was not going to be pretty for Jason.
"I'm her boyfriend," Ben said.
Jason's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head. I was shocked to hear what came out of Ben's mouth, but I knew he would say anything to get me away from Jason… or any man for that reason. I looked at Jason and saw him giving Ben a confused look, and he did not take his hand away from my thigh.
"So… with that said," Ben said as he walked to the open space between Jason and I. "I would get your hand off her thigh."
"She never said she had a boyfriend," Jason said as he looked up at Ben.
Oh no. What's going on?
"She said that she was single."
Fuck.
Ben huffed a laugh and rubbed his chin. He was getting riled up and it was kind of hot. I have never seen Ben squirm like this and I was wondering if Jason was going to be pushing Ben to his limits. Ben cracked his neck and looked down at me with a smirk. I knew what he was up to, but what I didn't know was how it was going to be executed.
He looked at the table and saw Jason's glass sitting on there and reached for it. Little known thing about Ben was that he was an experienced bourbon drinker, and he knew the cheap shit from the good shit. He swirled the glass in his hand and took a small whiff of the brown liquid. He knew, and he was about to school Jason in a moment. Ben shot the liquor into his mouth and didn't make a face.
"So… are you going to be paying for that?" Jason had the balls to ask.
Ben set the glass down, before he pulled out his wallet. He went through the bills in it, before a Polaroid fell out and landed in front of Jason. I sucked my lips in again, trying to contain my laugh. It was the Polaroid I jokingly gave to Ben a couple of months ago, of me. He had taken the picture, but I was the one to print it out as a joke.
"Oops," Ben said as he put his index finger on the corner of the picture and picked it back up.
Well played, Benjamin. Well, played.
"Sorry for that," he added as he slipped 40 dollars onto the table. "That should be able to cover that and whatever else drinks you have had tonight."
I turned to see Jason pick up the 40 and look up at Ben with a stupid look. Quit while you're ahead, kid. You're not going to win this game.
"More of this times 4," Jason said as he sat back in his chair, leaving the money on the table. "I would have thought you of all people would know a great deal about good liquor."
Here we go again.
This was fun and painful to watch all at the same time. My date fighting with the man of my dreams. What a way to enjoy my night.
I turned my head to look at Ben and saw him smiling. Oh you're good, Anderson… but I can be better.
"I do know a great deal," Ben said as he walked around me.
He grabbed a chair from another table and placed it next to me.
"Phil?" Ben called over his shoulder. "Mal's and my usual please… and whatever he had ordered too."
"Right away sir," Phil said.
I looked at Phil and squinted my eyes. I knew he was the one to let Ben know I was here tonight, and he knew I was upset with him. He shrugged his shoulders and mouthed sorry to me, before returning to make the drinks.
"You see," Ben said as he sat down and sat back against the back of the chair. "I know my shit."
You're in for it now, Jason.
"I know what is good bourbon from shit bourbon," he said.
God, this man could rock my world. His dominance was attractive and I never knew a man who could make me feel the way Ben does.
"Here you are, sir," Phil said as he walked up to our table. "Your usual, the bourbon, and Mal's usual."
"Thank you, Phil," I said as I gave him a tight smile.
He knew he was in deep shit with me, but he would deal with me later.
"See," Ben said, making me look as he pointed to the glass. "Look at the color."
Jason looked so confused, but I could tell that he was getting intimidated. I even noticed that Jason had kept his hand on my thigh and I was surprised Ben had not killed him yet.
"A person who drinks bourbon to show off could never tell the difference until you taste it," he said as he slid his glass over toward Jason. "Go on."
Jason was skeptical about Ben giving him a drink, but did it in the end to prove that he was a big strong man… yeah okay. He placed the glass down and tried not to make a face, but he couldn't hide it.
"Nice right?" Ben asked. "But if you look at this," he said as he picked up my new glass of wine and held it in his hand. "This is Mal's favorite glass of wine."
He was playing his hand well, and I did not know how this was going to unfold. Ben tapped my leg and pointed across to where the other glass was sitting.
"Can you please pass me that?" He asked.
I kindly obliged, mainly because I wanted to see how long Ben was going to be playing this game. He gave me a kind smile, before he took the glass out of my hand.
"Thank you, baby," he said.
Shivers ran up my spine and every hair on my body stood tall. Keep going, Mallory. Keep going.
"When you go on a first date," Ben said. "I would inform you to ask what their drink of choice is, and not just assume that every woman likes red wine."
"I was trying…"
"Yeah, yeah. You were trying to be a gentleman, but Mal already took two sips on the white wine and has not touched the drink you got for her."
I saw Jason shrink at Ben's words, and I had to admit that this was more entertaining than how the original date was going.
"I know what my girl likes," Ben said as he slid the white wine over to me. "And I know she is only here because she likes to piss me off."
I sucked my lips in, trying to contain my laughter again. Benjamin, you have no idea what I would do to make you mad.
"So, again, take your hand off her thigh…" he said as he gripped the side of my chair and pulled me closer to him, making Jason's hand fall to his side. "And please leave. I will gladly pay for your evening tonight."
Jason turned to look at me and I had no words. The ball was in his court and if he wanted to continue to fight a battle that he had already lost, be my guest.
"Are you going to go with him?" Jason asked. "Or are you going to go with me?"
"I am going home," I told him.
I really hope that he did not think that I was going to be going anywhere close to his place tonight… or ever for that matter.
"My intentions were to go home after this evening."
"I thought…"
"You thought that you were going to walk out of here, with my girl on your arm?" Ben asked as he took my wine glass from me and took a drink. "That is where you would be gravely mistaken, because you wouldn't have even left the table with her on your arm."
"You know, Mal?" Jason said as he got up. "This has been a great night, but I am going to head out. Call me or text me if things do not work out with…" he said as he turned to look at Ben who was giving him a winning smile. "Him."
"You'll be waiting a while," Ben said.
Jason took a breath before he stood up and walked away from us, heading toward the way we first came in. Ben was smiling gloriously, knowing he had won with Jason, but did not know that I was still in the game. I stood up, grabbed my coat that was over my chair and started to put it on when Ben looked up at me.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
I scoffed and threw my head back lightly. I was not done with you, Anderson.
"I said I was going home," I told him as I grabbed my phone and purse. "So I am going home."
"Yeah," he said as he stood up and reached for his wallet again. "You're coming home with me."
I laughed, before I walked away from the table and toward the exit. I could hear Ben calling after me, but I kept walking, wanting to play the game of cat and mouse.
"Mal!" He yelled, making me stop and turn to face him. We were standing outside and, thankfully, it was not a busy night. "I said you were coming home with me."
"And I said I was going home," I told him as he took a step closer toward me. "To the place I live."
"I am not playing with you," he told me as he stood a couple yards away and pointed at me. "Get in the car."
"I am not your property, Ben. I don't have to listen to you."
I knew I was still under his thumb and I also knew he was under mine. He walked closer to me, and I pinned myself against the brick wall of the alley. He was so close I could feel his breath, and it smelt sweet.
"I don't think you understand," he said in a husky voice. "You are mine. No one else's."
I looked up to meet his eyes and saw that they were wide, and I was starting to weaken at the knees. He pressed his body to mine, pinning me against the wall and I could feel him hardening.
"You did this to piss me off," he said, letting his breath hit my lips. "I did not appreciate that."
"I didn't do anything intentionally," I managed to get out.
"Is that so?" He asked as he brought his hand up to cup the bottom of my jaw, keeping me in place. "So, he picked this place?"
I didn't say anything, giving Ben his answer.
"I see," he said.
He ran his thumb over my cheek and I was starting to squirm.
"Now, what am I going to do with you?"
"Beats me," I said with a shrug. "I'm not your problem."
He huffed a laugh, before he pinned me closer to the wall.
"You are always going to be my problem," he told me, before he crushed his lips to mine and tangled his fingers into my hair.
I didn't even fight him. I melted into this kiss and grasped the front of his shirt. His lips were soft and his facial hair was tickling my face. This was my favorite Ben kiss. The teritorial one. Not saying that I didn't love all of Ben's kisses, but this Ben was my favorite. I could feel his chest hair on the tips on my fingers and the more he leaned into me, the more I could feel him digging into me. He invaded my mouth with his tongue and I could taste the liquor. It was sweet and tasty. His hand gripped my thigh, gusting my dress in his hand as he deepened our kiss. I knew I wasn't going to be going home now, not after a kiss like this. The kiss started to slow, and he bit my bottom lip, before giving me a small kiss.
"You're coming home with me now?" He asked against my lips as he kept me pinned to the wall.
"I don't think you would let me leave, even if you gave me the opportunity," I told him as he pulled away and smiled down at me.
His lips were stained with my dark red lipstick and I reached up to wipe his lips, but he grabbed my wrist stopping me from wiping it away.
"No point," he told me. "It's only going to happen again," he said, before he leaned back in and trailed down my neck, giving me goosebumps as his facial hair pricked my neck. "I see you like the beard."
I laughed as he pulled away. He made me feel like I was the only girl in the world, and I knew he wanted more than what he was actually saying.
I grazed his jaw with my fingers and smiled up at him.
"I love this," I told him, making him huff a laugh.
"Let's go home."
The ride back to Ben's place was quick, but that was due to the fact that Ben was driving fast too. Throughout the entire ride, he kept his hand on my upper thigh and stroked it with his thumb. If I want to play my cards right and find out what he wants, I have to deal them carefully. He pulled into his parking spot, turned the car off, and walked around to open my door.
Such a gentleman.
"Thank you," I said as I took his outreached hand and got out of the car.
"Not a problem," he said.
He closed my door and locked the door, before he wrapped his arm around my waist and walked me inside. His place was big. Open windows along the back wall, so you could see the forest outside. He said he picked this place for convenience for work, but he knew how much I loved the view. I took my coat off and placed it on one of the bar stools, before I walked over to the window. The house was cold, and I was not wearing the most appropriate clothes to make me warm. I saw the fireplace turn on and turned my head to see Ben unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off his shoes. I watched as he untucked his shirt and stretched his arms up. The sight made me pur. He was sculpted. Sculpted like a god. I turned back to the widow, so he did not know I was looking at him.
"You enjoying the view?" He asked me as he walked up behind me and rubbed his fingers up and down my arm. "I know how much you love it."
I could feel his breath on my neck, but I wanted it everywhere.
"I do," I said. "It's my favorite part of the house."
He wrapped his arm completely around my waist and across my stomach, fisting a handful on my dress, before he spun me to face him. I was eye level to his clavicle and he was so close that I back myself into the glass.
"And what would be your second favorite?" He asked as I looked up at him to see him smirking down at me.
He was good, but I know I could be better to get the answers I wanted. I walked my fingertips up his chest, and I heard him hiss.
"You know me right?" I asked as I met his eyes.
He nodded his head as he pushed further into me and I could feel him growing, and I knew I was getting him where I wanted him.
"So you tell me what my favorite part of your house is," I said as I lightly poked him so he would take a slight step back.
He grabbed my waist firmly, before he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled my head in to lean his against mine. His lips were still stained with my lipstick, and I could feel how hot he was getting.
"Why tell you when I could show you," he said before he pushed away from the widow and started to walk toward his bedroom.
Half way down the hall, he placed his hand behind my neck and pulled me in for another passionate kiss. I knew we were in his room when it got warm. He always kept it warm enough for me here because he knew how cold I would get. He walked up over to the bed and I noticed that he did not close the door.
"Aren't you going to close the door?" I asked as he started to trail down my neck again.
He pulled away and looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.
"Who's going to come into our room?" He asked. "This is our place."
"Our place?" I asked, questioning. "Since when is this place ours and not yours?"
He huffed and smiled down at me, before he laid us in the bed. I laid against one of the pillows and he was hovering over me.
"This has always been our place."
"Says the man who said he doesn't want anything more than just a sex relationship," I told him.
I understood why he felt the way he did. He had been hurt so many times by so many other girls, but I would have never done that to him. I was not one of those girls who wanted to be with him because of his money, nor do I even need his money. I had a great job and amazing friends. Ben was just an added bonus that made me incredibly happy.
"What's so wrong with that?" He asked, trying to seduce me. "Don't you like…"
"Yes," I said, cutting him off. "Who doesn't like it, but I want more than just sex."
"You want more?" He asked with a smirk.
This was confusing to me. He never wanted to talk about wanting more than what we are, but now I felt like he was just making fun of me.
"Okay, I think we are done here," I said as I tried to get up, but he kept me in my place.
"I don't think so," he told me. "I want to talk now."
I rolled my eyes. What could he possibly want to talk about that we have not already said.
"You want more?" He asked, making me nod my head. "You want romance and the whole works?"
I nodded my head again. Yes, Ben. I want the whole nine yards.
"Do I not put in the effort?" He asked.
What in the fuck are you talking about? No, you don't put in the effort!
"No. You said you don't want anything more than sex."
He huffed another laugh, before he twirled his thumb on my side.
Not the time, Ben!
"Baby, if I didn't show any effort, would I barge in on your date?" He asked.
Yes, because you are possesive.
"Um… yeah?" I questioned. "You're possessive."
"Of you? Yes," he said. "I was never like that with any other girl," he told me. "Only you."
Okay…
"I know my words say different, but my actions are as loud as they can be," he said. "I want you and so much more, Mallory."
What? I am so confused.
"I know I am a harsh man, and I do not know how to express my emotions, but I am going to give it a try," he said. "I want you. I want to wake up to you and fall asleep with you. No one else."
Who in the hell is this man?
"I bought this house because you loved it," he said. "I could have damaged my reputation tonight because of you, but I don't care about any of that," he continued. "I want you to dance barefoot around here, while listening to your music, and baking cookies in the kitchen."
I was completely shocked right now. This was a side Ben I had never seen before, and I was wondering what had come over him.
"I want to come home, pissed off from whatever meeting I was in, to find you and Evie sitting on the couch watching whatever movie you two are watching," he rambled.
"I want to watch you walk down an aisle in a white dress, because I want you to be mine forever."
My eyes widened at the words, because those were words I would have never thought to come out of his mouth. What in the fuck was going on?
"If I didn't want more than just sex, I wouldn't have spent two hours lighting those candles, laying down rose petals, and putting up that sign," he said as he thumbed behind his shoulder.
I went to sit up, making Ben roll off of me, and saw the display he had set up. Tea candles and roses cascaded all over the floor and a banner was hung on the wall, saying 'WILL YOU MARRY ME?'. I turned to look at Ben with wide eyes and saw him lying on his side with a ring in his hand.
"I know I'm not on my knee or anything, but I am not a traditional man," he said.
I covered my mouth in shock. Was he really proposing?
"But I want to spend forever with you," he said. "You have been my girlfriend for two years, even though I have not verbally said it out loud," he said with a small laugh. "I have spent years wasting my time with the wrong girls, and when I saw you in cafe rose, sketching, I knew I wanted to be with you forever, because I fell in love with you the moment my eyes landed on you."
"Ben…"
"I'm not done," he said as palmed the ring and held up his index finger. "I love everything about you. I love watching you perform on stage, I love the way you scrunch your nose when you are concentrating, I love the way my nephew loves you, I love your compassion…" he went on. "I am saying that I want to be with you from this day and for every other day of our lives. Will you marry me?"
This was a lot. More than I was ever expecting… especially from him. Was he really asking me to marry him right now?
"Mal?" He called, breaking me out of my thoughts.
He was giving me a look of hope. Hope that I was going to say yes to him… I looked back at the decorations and my heart started to beat faster in my chest.
"Yes."
The words came out without a second thought. I didn't have to think about if I wanted to say no, I was more shocked that he was wanting this. I turned back to him and saw he was smiling from ear to ear.
"Yes?" He asked, hoping that he had heard me right.
I nodded my head and smiled. I wanted to be with Ben forever, and to hear him say that he wanted to be with me… well… it made me feel better about how our two year relationship has been. He pinned me to the bed and kissed me fiercely. I laughed into the kiss and he pulled away, before he slipped the ring onto my finger. He rolled us over and pulled me in for another kiss, but this time he started to trail his hands down my waist and towards my legs.
"Excited are we?" I managed to ask with a small laugh.
"Absolutely," he said as he started to kiss down my neck.
He trailed further and further down until he was at the hem of my dress. His beard was giving me goosebumps and he kissed my thigh and he was heading in a direction that was going to make me weak. His hands moved up my thighs and under my dress. He laced his thumbs under my thong and carefully maneuvered them down my legs as he stood up.
"These were going to be in the way," he said as he flung them toward the bathroom.
"And your pants are just going to snap off?" I asked, making him laugh.
He unfastened his belt and placed it on the foot of the bed. He was doing this slowly and knew it would make me grow weak, and it was working. His pants fell to the floor and his boxers followed, letting him free. I gulped. Ben was large… larger than I have ever been with. He grabbed me by the ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed, making my dress ride up my back and before he leaned over me with each of his hands on the side of my head. His shirt was still on, but it was unbuttoned and I could see his whole front.
"So… now that you are mine permanently…"
"Not officially," I said, making him smirk at me.
"Yet…" he said in a husk tone. "Why did you try to make me jealous tonight?"
I knew he knew, and he knew that I knew he knew, but I was going to act like I didn't know what he was talking about.
"I don't know what you mean," I told him.
He put more weight on the bed, making it sink further down and making me have to prop my legs up on the edge of the bed so I wouldn't fall down, and I could feel the tip of him against me.
"You know exactly what I mean," he said as he got closer.
He entered inside of me slightly and I gasped, making him smile. He was playing dirty and if he kept going… I was going to throw my cards in, because I wanted him badly right now.
"Do you want me to keep going?" He asked me softly.
I nodded my head eagerly, losing whatever game we were playing and not caring about it. He pushed inside a little bit more, but I wanted more. I wanted all of him.
"Then admit you were trying to make me jealous," he said as he pushed his hand against my lower stomach, keeping me in place.
I groaned, not wanting to admit he was right, but also wanting to so I could get what I wanted.
"Come on," he said.
"Fine!" I groaned. "I did it to make you jealous, but I didn't think you were so close that the date would only be an hour."
He smiled before he slammed into me, finally filling me with himself. I moaned as he started to push himself in and out. He quickened his pace and I was hitting the sensitive spot inside of me. He put his arms behind me, pulling me up and crushing his lips to mine again as he kept the pace.
"You know," he said as he kept me up slightly off the bed. "If we're being honest here, your date would have ended the moment you walked out of your apartment."
"Wh… fuck!" I moaned as he pounded deeper inside of me.
Gods, I was getting close.
"Do you like that?" He asked.
He laid me on my back and leaned over me as he continued his movements. He was moving fast and hitting that spot inside of me that made my head spin.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said as he started to pound faster and harder. "You feel so fucking good."
I was going to be coming over the edge soon, and I knew Ben was going to have a field day when I did.
"You're close, aren't you?" He asked, and I willingly nodded my head. "Come on, baby. Come for me."
He quickened his pace again and I arched my back before I let myself go.
"There you go, baby," he said as he kissed my neck and down my chest. "Now, let's see if you can come again before I finish."
I laughed before he started up again, but this time I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled myself close to him so his thrust were deep inside of me.
"Fuck," he said as he gripped my hips.
I put my hand on his chest and he looked at me, before I pulled him onto the bed and flipped us over so I was now on top of him.
"Fuck, Mal," he groaned as I stared to grind my hips.
I moved myself up and down him, and he tightened his hold on my hips so he could pound into me, and I could feel him starting to throb.
"Fuck," he groaned.
"Do you like that?" I asked as I laid my chest against his and stroked my fingers across his beard.
He nodded his head and now the tables were turned.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"Fuck no!" He exclaimed. "You feel so fucking good."
"I can feel you throbbing, do you want me to get off soon?"
"No," he said, making my eyes widen.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly. This was new too. He had never wanted to finish inside of me because he never wanted there to be a possibility of me getting pregnant.
"But…"
"I said I wanted everything with you," he told me as he moved one of his hands to cup my face. "That includes kids. If you get pregnant then you get pregnant. I don't give a fuck. You are my forever and that includes anything that pops up in the future."
I didn't know if this was a 'in the moment' kind of moments, but I didn't know what to think.
"I love you, Mallory Drakos," he said as he locked eyes with me. "I want you and I want you to have every part of me."
I kissed him deeply and he flipped us over so that I was under him. He kept his thrust up and I was getting close to coming over the edge again. He was throbbing inside of me and I didn't know how much longer he was going to be, but I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I felt warmth inside of me as I fell against the bed, and then Ben started to move at a slower pace. My body felt warm. This was new and I kind of liked it.
Ben pulled out and rolled to lay next to me. He pulled me close and I wrapped one of my legs around his waist.
"That was different," he said as he kissed the top of my head.
"A good different?" I asked.
"Yes. A good different," he said as he looked down at me.
"Not something you regret?"
"Absolutely not," he told me. "A perfect way to end our engagement night."
"Going back to that," I said. "Did you tell anyone about that?"
"Of course," he said, looking at me like I was crazy.
"Who did you tell?"
"I obviously told Evie, Jay, Carlos, and the rest of your band friends," he said, making my eyes widen. "I told Mitchell, my parents, your dad, and just about everyone else."
"My dad knows?" I asked in shock.
"I was not going to ask you without your dad's permission," he said.
I was shocked. I had no idea that he had told everyone we knew, and I was even more shocked that no one let anything slip up.
"We have so much to talk about tomorrow," I told him.
"Tomorrow?"
"Yeah," I said as I pulled myself up to loom down at him. "I want to spend the rest of my night relaxing with my fiancé."
He smiled at me, before he brought me in for another sweet and passionate kiss.
Until next time my Lovies! xoxoGM