Love Is Overdue (24 page)

Oh God...” I groaned, as Ben
continued to lick and suck on my nipple. “Sometimes I don’t know if
you’re real.”

“
Damn...” Ben let
out a soft laugh. “Don’t this feel real enough, baby?” And I felt
his cock push up deep, his fingers digging into my ass, pushing me
down hard.

I caught my breath. “I love
the way you fuck me.”

“
Mmm...” Ben’s eyes met mine and he pulled me in for another
deep kiss. “Good. ‘Cause am not plannin’ to stop. Take me to your
room, Gabriela.”

Ω

My bedroom was
tiny and simply furnished. I had next to no closet space so I
tended to stack laundry hampers full of clothes along the wall. I
had a small desk that held my lap top and a book case along another
wall. My dresser had an attached mirror and served double-duty as
my vanity, with a cluster of make-up, lotions and perfumes – a few
framed pictures strewn about. I also only had enough space for a
double bed – no massive king-size which I had become accustomed to
sharing with Ben.

But Ben didn’t seem to mind
one bit. He seemed to enjoy having me in my own bed at last. He lay
me down on my back and spread my legs, kissing me so deeply as he
entered me again, just filling me right up. I wrapped my legs tight
around his and just let him stroke me...slow at first and then just
faster, deeper, harder... He was beyond amazing, and he felt so
good, he had me flowing like a river...

He groaned deeply, lifting
himself and bracing himself with his hands. “I’m not wearing a
condom,” he pointed out, reluctantly, as he reached down and
gripped his cock, which was still inside me, soaking him right
up.

“
I know,” I
admitted. “That’s why it was feeling so good.”

Ben sucked his teeth but
couldn’t help a little smile as he pulled out all the way and just
started rubbing my clit with the head, teasing me. “Bad girl,” he
whispered, narrowing his eyes at me.

“
Very bad girl,”
I agreed with him, reaching down and gripping his cock, pulling on
him, feeling my wetness all over that smooth, slick skin. It was
just making me hotter. “Just keep fucking me, Ben, it feels too
good... I’m on the pill so...I don’t care.”

“
Hmmm...” He
laughed at that, amused by my desperation. “You got it bad, baby.”
And then I felt him filling me up again, even deeper, as his hand
pushed against the back of my thigh, bending my knee back
gently.

I gasped. “Oh shit!” I
grabbed my other leg then and pulled it back. “Fuck me harder, Ben,
I wanna feel it.” I tried to hook my feet up on his shoulders, but
felt him stretch me beyond my limit without even thrusting. I
winced. “Oh my god...”

Ben just pulled my leg down
gently. “Mmm...no, baby, I can’t do that, am gonna hurt you.” He
seemed to know something I didn’t – or maybe now I did.

“
Shit.” I let my
breath out. “You’re too much.”

He smiled, rubbing my leg.
“No, I’m not too much. We just gotta be careful.” Then he pushed up
off me slowly, rolling onto his back. “Come on, get on top,” he
ordered in that that slow, sexy voice, gripping his cock, rubbing
it slowly. “Let me see what you can do,” he teased me.

I laughed softly, but obeyed
immediately, lowering myself cautiously onto him as he steered
himself inside me, finding that sweet spot that was all his. I
moaned as I felt him fill me up all the way, bearing down on him
harder and harder, but it was really no use. No matter how wet I
was, or how many times he’d fucked me, I just couldn’t get used to
his size. So as hard as I tried to fuck him, it was him that
reached around me, gripping my ass, spreading me open and pushing
me down on him, over and over – I just had no ability to take
control, I just melted in his arms every time.

“
Ben, you’re too
big...” I was gasping for air with every thrust.

His arms spread around my
waist then, pulling me closer. “Okay...lay down on top of me,
baby,” he instructed me gently, as he pulled me in for a kiss. His
lips grazed my jaw, my ear... “Is that better?”

“
Yes...oh God...”
I moaned again.

His hands squeezed my
breasts and he pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking off one and
then the other, driving me absolutely crazy as he stared up at
me.

Then his hands were gripping
my ass as he started thrusting me down onto him again, faster and
faster, pushing up to meet me each time. It was so intense, so
deep, and so fast – I was just losing it, panting, shrieking, and
moaning beyond control. And then every time I reached my limit and
couldn’t take another second, he would ease up and rock me gently
as I caught my breath.

He groaned deeply as he
rolled me onto my back and sat up beside me, his back to me as he
reached between my legs, pushing my thighs apart, his fingers
taking over for his cock then. I squirmed with his touch as he just
stared down, watching his every move, as he dipped inside me and
then rubbed my clit, back and forth.

Then, all of a sudden, his
hand was on mine, his fingers teasing mine as he pulled my hand
over between my legs.

I gasped softly, emerging
from the pleasurable trance he had me in. “What are you doing?” I
asked softly, nervously.

He didn’t take his eyes off
what he was doing. “Touch yourself. I want to watch
you.”

I caught my breath in
disbelief. But of course I obeyed. I couldn’t have said no to him
if I’d wanted to...

He got on his knees then,
between my legs, staring down at me as I played with my pussy for
him, showing him exactly how I touched myself, how I rubbed my
clit. He was stroking himself slowly and I just stared back at him,
at his beautiful body, his gorgeous lips, those hungry eyes... I
moaned softly, the pleasure building up inside me. His eyes danced
all over my body, and as he looked up I squeezed by breast, teasing
my nipple with my finger. I was so close...

“
Fuck, you are so
beautiful, Gabriela.” His voice escaped him, and I nearly lost it
right then, but just as quickly his hand reached out and pushed
mine aside, as he leaned over, replacing my fingers with his
mouth...his lips...his tongue, and I came so deeply yet
again.

“
Mmmm...” He
licked his lips, pulling away only once he knew I was completely
spent.

He was inside me again,
stroking me harder, over and over...

“
Baby, I’m gonna
come.” His voice was soft but desperate.

All my senses heightened
again. “Yes, baby...” I whispered. I couldn’t manage much
else.

“
Where you want
me to come?” I could tell he was holding back, he was
waiting...

I didn’t even have to think
about it. I licked my lips. “Let me taste you, Ben...”

And that was all he needed
to hear. He pulled out of me suddenly and knelt right next to my
face. His thumb grazed my bottom lip, tugging gently, as he gripped
his cock hard, squeezing. He didn’t even let me suck him. He just
exploded all over my open mouth, my outstretched tongue, letting
out the sexiest, deepest intense groan. I was in heaven and I
swallowed him up quickly and then just closed my mouth around him,
sucking every last drop out of him that I could. I could have sworn
it satisfied me even more than it did him – but then again, it was
my first time.

Ben was quiet for a long
time. He kept watching me, recovering slowly, and I waited, as I
always did, for him to regain his bearings. I loved those intense
moments just after his release when Ben seemed almost vulnerable.
Exposed. It was the only time when he ever lost his control and it
gave me a slight edge – for those brief seconds.

Eventually Ben just eased
himself back down next to me and I smiled and cuddled up against
his warm body, my head on his chest. We were both quiet for a long
time. I listened to him breathing slowly…steadily…and just when I
thought he may have fallen asleep, I felt his hand glide so
smoothly across mine and lock his fingers with mine.

“
So…you and
Tony…” He broke the silence then. “What’s the story there, Gabby?
How you two become friends?”

His random question
surprised me. But I’d figured after meeting Tony he would have his
questions. The few guys I’d ever introduced Tony to had definitely
had theirs…

“
Well…” I thought
for a moment. “We met in ninth grade…we were fourteen, and…neither
of us really had any friends. I guess we were both loners. Weirdos
generally tend to gravitate towards each other, especially as
teenagers.”

He didn’t laugh at that.
“Why didn’t you have any friends?” He was running his fingers
across the palm of my hand, tracing my life-line. It was so
soothing…

I sighed softly. “I don’t
know.”

“
Come
on.”

“
I…” I thought.
“I was shy…I was quiet...I was fat…I didn’t relate to any of the
girls my age. And my mom was pretty demanding…that’s kinda when it
started.” I stopped talking then. Why was I talking about
this?

He was quiet for a moment.
“When what started? When she got sick?”

I nodded. “I mean…she slowly
started to shut people out of her life, you know…not that there
were that many to begin with, but…she needed me, and I was so
young, I needed her too, but…I guess part of me knew it wasn’t
normal but it was all I knew. So I spent most of my time at
home…even then…but when I met Tony, he kinda brought me out of my
shell – taught me how to dress and how to do my hair and put on
makeup – I was his little project. Brought all the pent-up
girliness out in me…told me I was beautiful…” I kind of laughed.
“But I was in love with him. I was so fuckin’ clueless.”

Ben laughed softly.
“Y’serious?”

“
Yeah, I know
it’s pretty funny.”

“
Damn…” Ben let
his breath out.

“
What the fuck
did I know?” I protested in my own defense, laughing along with
him. “Luckily, my gay-dar has improved…” I eyed him. “Right?” I
teased him.

Ben sucked his teeth at that
though. “Am not even answerin’ that,” he dismissed my comment. “He
did a good job, though…”

His words surprised me. “At
what?” I wanted to know.

He turned onto his side
then, meeting my eyes and brushing the hair from my face. “Turning
you into a girl. I appreciate that about you.”

I smiled at
that, and Ben leaned over and kissed me.

Ω

When I opened my eyes,
daylight was pouring in through the bedroom window. I rolled over
and saw Ben, sitting on the edge of my bed in just his jeans, busy
with his blackberry.

“
Hey...” I found my voice, nervous all of a sudden. “What time
is it?”

He glanced over at me and
smiled. “It’s just eight o’clock...but I gotta go get ready for
work.”

My heart sank a little. “Oh,
right.”

He reached over and stroked
the side of my face. “Just keep sleeping,” he said softly. “I
cleaned the kitchen for you. And I made coffee.”

“
Oh...” My heart did a little flip at the thought. He
did
what?
“Thanks, Ben.”

I wanted to sit up but then
I remembered I was still completely naked, so I pulled the covers
tighter around my body and snuggled my pillow instead.

“
You’re welcome,”
Ben said easily, pulling on his shirt as I stared back longingly at
that sexy torso of his. I hated when he covered it up. “Your coffee
maker’s a piece of shit,” he added then. “How old is that
thing?”

I laughed softly. “I don’t
know. It’s just me that drinks coffee here anyway...but I guess I
should buy a new one.”

Ben was on his feet then,
gathering his wallet and keys from the night stand. “So what you
doin’ today?”

I sighed. “Not much. Going
to see my mom.”

“
We
should go out later. Adam’s band playin’ a gig at
Buena Comida
,” Ben threw out casually, becoming momentarily
preoccupied with his phone again.

My ears perked up
immediately. I had been waiting to finally get a chance to go see
Ben’s old band play a show. Ben had promised me he would get on
stage and sing “Pressure Drop” if I ever came to one of their gigs.
It was my favourite ska tune of all time…

I smiled at the invitation.
“Sounds good…”

“
Cool...” His
voice trailed off as his phone sounded again and he read the text
briefly. “Shit. I gotta go, baby.” And he leaned over quickly,
kissing my forehead.

“
Why? What is
it?” My heart rate sped up immediately.

“
Fish monger on Powell. Shipment came in early.
Fuck.
”
The irritation in his tone was palpable, but I couldn’t help but
smile to myself at his restaurant-related emergency.

“
What does that
mean?” I wanted to know.

“
Means if I don’t
get there soon we ain’t havin’ any snapper on the menu today,” he
explained, pocketing his phone again.

“
Okay, go. Text
me later.”