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At once, he gets a hold of himself and inquires, “You recognize me, right?” His hands burrow in the pockets of his khakis.
“Yes, Benjamin. You’ve grown up but look as good as you did in high school. I can’t believe you still live here!”
Benjamin Williamson. Former friend, slash neighbor. Former popular quarterback. Former closeted crush. Talk about memory lane…
He shrugs, and a timid smile flashes on his flawless face. He hasn’t lost anything of his football frame but must work out twice as hard to achieve this result.
Before he’s able to reply, I suddenly remember that Nino’s next to me when he clears his throat and extends his hand for Benjamin to shake, which he does. He introduces himself without leaving room for interpretation as to who he is to me. As if I were embarrassed, I rush to explain the purpose of today’s visit instead of bombarding him with questions.
Yup, for once, my Twenty Questions are lacking…
“I’m sure Greg and Lucy Ryan would be happy to give you a tour of your old house if you want. Let me get my phone from the car to text them first.”
I blank out, asking myself why I made this trip if not to revisit the past before I politely decline.
The front door of his house opens to a pregnant Barbie doll lookalike holding a chestnut-haired toddler boy. This development answers all of my unspoken questions. “How about you guys stay for dinner so we can catch up? You remember Stacy from our chemistry class?” He juts his head towards Barbie, I mean Stacy. “She was a brunette at the time.”
I have no recollection of Stacy. This is so cliché. This is so bizarre. This is so wrong.
I force a smile on my still stunned face, ask for his number instead of giving him mine like he suggests, and lie to his face. “It was good to see you.”
His goodbye hug is tighter than the first. His heart pounds against my constricted chest. His whisper grazes my earlobe. “Things might have been different if you and I had a shot.”
“We’ll never know. I hope you’re as happy as I am, Benjamin.”
With that, we awkwardly part ways, and I suggest that we hit the Mexican restaurant in Roseville. I need a tequila. At this point, I need a whole bottle!
Moments later, my boyfriend clinks his beer against my shot glass. “Did you get the closure you needed?”
“Yes, on all counts… and just so you know, I have zero intention of using Benjamin’s number.”
He leans in to peck my forehead.
“I know.”
CHAPTER21
I WANT YOUR SEX
Ash
Eager for more, I grunt and jut my hips upward, aiming for what, I couldn’t tell you. With my padded leather blindfold, I’ve completely lost track of time; meanwhile my other senses are sharpened.
My tightly bound wrists are placed above my head. The matching restraints on my ankles hinder my movements. Nino’s lush lips pepper kisses up and down my rock-hard length.
He’s rendered me exposed, helpless, and sexed-up, and I welcome the soreness that numbs the pain. We often discuss his rapidly evolving non-vanilla tastes that contrast with the heady scent of the vanilla hair product he applied on his dreadlocks, back in the days. Today, it’s mixed with musky sweat and the blindfold’s leather.
What a perfect way to spend the last afternoon of my extended Thanksgiving weekend! I don’t regret the extra hours I put in last week to reap this benefit.
I writhe, whimper, and whine under the unbearable ache. My whole body shudders. “I need to come, sir… please.” My plea exhibits the raw desire I have for the man who’s drawing me closer to the edge—only to deny my orgasm. Repeatedly. He initially fought the dom moniker but now understands it entails that he’s in charge in the bedroom, where a safe word guarantees our well-being. (Just in case.) I completely trust him to give and receive pleasure.
“Be quiet…” The sharp sting of his palm on my hip accompanies his command.I’m ready to burst!Hence, I alternate between deep and shallow breaths. “I have something else in mind today…” Of course, his tongue, teeth, and fingers joined the party earlier to torment my taint, mark my skin, and rub my entrance… “But if you misbehave, I’ll gag you to shut you up.”
At his words, my heart rate goes through the roof. My mind wavers between excitement and reluctance, so I urge, “But I can’t take it anymore.”
“You can, and you will.”
His lips slide over my erection. He takes me to the back of his throat. “Mmm… Like that…” Two of his lubed fingers delve inside me. “So good… More…” I’m guessing the dildo will be next… Scissoring my hole, his digits hit the spot that renders me boneless. I fidget like a mad man under the delicious sensation. “Oh, God…”
