BENJAMIN’S POV
The sight of her fountain of pleasure made my dick throb like it had its own heartbeat, and I nearly blacked out.
Then, it hit me like lightning—this wasn’t an accident. This was a f*cking invitation, and I was dangerously close to RSVPing.
Beatrice had been on my mind from the first day I laid eyes on her. She moved to the city with her dad three years ago, and it was love at first sight the moment she walked into the class. But I was too nervous to approach her, but not Anthony. He played his gentleman card perfectly and landed Beatrice. As much as it kills me to know that I can’t have her, I respected her relationship with Anthony, and accepted my fate as the sore coward who she will never see as anything more than a friend, well until now.
After grabbing the bottle of coke, she settled back into the sofa.
Suddenly, she passed me the bottle of coke and whispered, “Help me,” her voice was soft, sweet and deadly.
I blinked sharply, my eyes doubling in size, “Me? You want me to open it?”
She could’ve easily opened that damn bottle herself. It wasn’t rocket science. But nope. She gave it to me, while giving me that look—the kind that makes your stomach flip and your pants tighter.
Without thinking, I took it from her, and twisted the cap. Before I could say Jack, the coke exploded—a full-on soda eruption. It fizzed and popped and sprayed all over me like karma had been waiting in that bottle.
“Sh*t!” I yelped, jumping slightly as the cold soda drenched my jeans. Right in the crotch. Of course.
Clara and Anthony were still glued to the movie like zombies that they didn’t realize what was going on. Beatrice let out a small chuckle, but stopped as my gaze fell on her. Embarrassment gawked at me like an eagle as I averted her gaze abruptly, but I tried to act cool.
Without uttering a word, I stormed to the guest’s bathroom. “F*ck!!!!!!!!!” I yelled, just enough for my own hearing. I looked like I’d pissed myself during a math quiz.
I reached for the tap and a towel, ready to clean up and try to forget any of this happened, but then the door creaked open, and I nearly had a heart attack when I saw Beatrice.
She stepped in like she owned the place. Her steps were calm, slow, and sexy as hell. Before I could gulp down the hot saliva that sat in my throat, she shut the door gently behind her.
“W-what are you doing?” I stammered, completely caught off guard, my hand halfway to the faucet and my brain completely fried.
She didn’t say anything, she just sauntered toward me, quiet and intense, her eyes drifting down to the soaked patch between my legs.
I backed into the counter like it could protect me from her. Spoiler: it couldn’t.
Finally, she halted right in front of me, close enough that I could feel her body heat, the sweet fragrance oozing from her delicious body, and the echo of her heartbeat.
Her lips curled slightly into a devious smirk that sent my heart into a spiral. I was going nuts, drums, fireworks, cannons…My chest was hosting a full damn concert.
Was this actually happening, or was I f*cking hallucinating?
Then she leaned in, and for a second, I really thought she was going to kiss me. Her eyes were locked on mine, then they dipped to my lips. My head tilted forward slightly like a dumb puppy, and I felt my whole body tremble with anticipation.
But instead, she whispered, “Let me help you clean that up. It’s the least I can do, considering I gave you the bottle.”
Oh,Oh! I blinked a little too fast.
I wanted to slap myself. You really thought she’d kiss your dumbass?
“I-it’s fine,” I said quickly, hands flailing like I was trying to save face, “I can clean it myself.”
But she wasn’t listening. She took the towel from me, turned to the sink, wet the towel, and rung it out expertly.
“Relax,” she said softly, her voice like warm honey sliding down my spine. “It’s just cleaning.”
Yeah, right… Because just cleaning my damn crotch couldn’t make my man stand tall. She dropped to her knees and pressed the towel against my jeans right over my junk, gently dabbing the area. Innocent? Maybe. But her fingers? Not so much.
Every motion was slow, precise, too damn sensual to be accidental. Her knuckles brushed my hard-on, and I nearly bit on my tongue.
She looked up at me and smirked, “Still sticky?” She murmured, tossing the towel aside.
I shook my head rapidly, swallowing as hard as I could.Then she placed her hand right over my bulge, and just like a switch my entire body went rigid.
The warmth of her palm seeped through the denim like a jolt of electricity, my cock twitching violently against her hand.
Never had anyone made me feel more vulnerable. With everyone else, I was the boss of the action, always aware of what to do, but not here, not with Beatrice.“Beatrice…” I whispered.
She slowly stood back up, her fingers dragging up my chest. Her lips were dangerously close again, her eyes, wild.
“How long,” she asked quietly.
My brows shot up in confusion.
“Have you been wanting to fuck me?” She added.
That question hit me like a baseball bat to the chest.
I swallowed harder than I intended, “Since the first day I saw you,” I confessed without hesitation. No filter, no shame, no remorse. “But, that’s not just it.. I… I think I’m in lo—”
“Shhhhhh,” she placed a finger on my lips, and then she kissed me. Her lips crashed into mine with heat and hunger, like a dam had finally broken. Her hand stayed on my cock, stroking it slowly, and I felt like I was ascending to a different dimension. Her mouth tasted like cherry lip gloss and recklessness, and I didn’t care. I kissed her back hard, grabbing her hips, pulling her against me.
She moaned into my mouth, and my knees suddenly went weak. She finally slid her hand into my pants, skin-to-skin. Her warm, soft fingers wrapped around my bare length and stroked slowly. My head fell against her shoulder, and I groaned, deep and guttural.
I wanted to lay her flat on the counter, spread her legs, and taste her until she screamed or, better, passed out. I wanted to claim her right there in the bathroom, friend code be damned.
But then we heard footsteps, and quickly broke apart. Beatrice pulled her hand out so fast, I thought she dislocated her shoulder. She stepped in front of me, casually adjusting her shirt while I scrambled to zip up, and a second later, the door creaked open.
“What’s going on here?” Anthony’s voice punched through the tension like a cold slap.
“Umm…” she said, clearing her throat. “Ben was clumsy. He spilled Coke on himself, and I came to help.”
Anthony squinted at us like he didn’t fully buy it, but also didn’t want to deal with it.
“Right…” he said slowly. “Well, movie’s still on. Let’s go.”
He turned and walked away, and Beatrice followed swiftly. She was almost at the door when she titled her head backwards, and grinned so devilishly, it made me wonder what would have happened if Anthony didn’t turn up… God save me!
In that moment, Matteo’s eyes locked on mine, and I swear I saw something darker beneath all that cocky arrogance of his, something that pulled at my chest in a way I wasn’t prepared for, and just then, the dream flashed through my mind, sending shivers through my body.Before I could overthink it, a car swerved in front of us, honking loudly. Matteo slammed the brakes so hard I thought my soul flew out of my body, both of us jolting forward like ragdolls.“Urghhh!!!” I screamed, tightening my hand around the seatbelt, and my eyes squeezed shut in fear."Fucking idiot!" Matteo barked, leaning out the window to give the driver a middle finger.My heart was still pounding in my ears as I slowly opened my eyes. I unclenched my hands from the seatbelt and swallowed hard, while Matteo shot me a glance, his brows knitting together."You okay?" He asked, quieter now, the rough edges had sanded down, as he rubbed his thumb against my cheeks.The concern in his eyes was something I hadn’t seen
VAL’S POV“Tell me you don’t want this,” he whispered, his voice a low growl, his fingers dragging slowly up my thigh until my breath hitched.I should’ve pushed him away, but my body was a frigging Judas, trembling as his palm pressed higher.My lips parted, but no words came out. Just a shaky exhale as he slid his thumb against the lace of my underwear.“God, Valeria…” he murmured, his forehead pressing against mine. “You drive me fucking insane.”I didn’t spare a minute, I clutched at his shirt, pulling him closer, desperate for more.“Say my name,” he demanded against my lips.“Matteo…” I whimpered.His answering groan tore straight through me, and the next thing I knew, his hand shoved my underwear aside. He dipped a finger into me slowly, as if he wanted me to beg for more, and damn did it work! I shamelessly clung to him, gasping. Every nerve lit alive as he worked me with slow, deliberate strokes that made my head spin.“You’re mine,” he rasped, kissing down my neck, biting ju
BENJAMIN’S POVShe froze for a second, then shook her head slowly, her lips brushing against my cheek, sending shivers right down my spine, and I couldn’t help the grin tugging at my mouth.“Do you want to try one?”This time, she didn’t even hesitate, she spread her legs wider, her mouth shaping those two perfect filthy words f*ck me and God that sound nearly killed me.I’d been patient like a dog waiting for a bone, longing, imagining, aching, and now… now the bone was finally mine.“Come here,” I muttered, grabbing her waist and dragging her onto my lap as I dropped down on one of the stools. She straddled me instantly grinding her bare p*ssy against my d*ck again, coating me with her fluid and heat until I was almost losing my mind.My hand wrapped around her throat choking her slightly, while I licked her neck, tasting sweat and want, and her voice cracked when she moaned desperately, “I want you.”I gripped her ass with my other hand, fondling it, and when she couldn’t take it a
BENJAMIN’S POVI stayed by the poolside for what felt like forever, sprawled out on one of the lounge beds, staring at the stars but not really seeing them, my head spinning with flashes of everything that had happened, every moan, every touch, the way April’s lips tasted, her arousal, the way Anna’s eyes burned into mine, the way I wanted all of it at once and still wanted more, and, I didn’t even realize how much time had gone by until I checked my phone.As I dragged myself back inside the mansion, the house had fallen into a hush, every laugh and clink of glasses were long gone, swallowed by the quiet of bedrooms and soft snores drifting through the walls. Everyone had retired to their rooms, and I turned off the lights downstairs, lifting my legs up the stairs one at a time, feeling my own body heavy and restless, until I pushed into the room.****The house was dead quiet when I opened my eyes. The kind that makes you think twice about breathing too loud. I reached for my phone,
BENJAMIN’S POVI nearly tripped over my own feet, because right there, Anna and April were completely naked. Their bikinis, tossed carelessly on the tiles at the far side of the pool area.April lay flat on her back, knees bent, legs spread so wide, while Anna sprawled in between April’s legs. Her fingers parted April’s slick folds as she stroked April’s cl*t from bottom to top with a maddening rhythm, gently increasing the pressure. April’s head eyes rolled back, her lips parting as she moaned louder than she probably realized.Suddenly, Anna dipped two fingers into April’s mouth, muffling her cries, as April sucked on them softly. Anna’s eyes blazed with hunger as she finally slid a finger into April’s moist p*ssy.My brain short-circuited. These two had been acting off since the game, exchanging weird glances, sneaky touches, but never in a million years did I think they’d end up here. That mere five minutes left them hungry for each other, desperately wanting more.I hid in the sh
BENJAMIN’S POVClara and I had already decided that we were done playing fair, and it was time to bend the game our way. This time, I was going to lose, come what may. I desperately needed this.It took a full minute for Cindy and Freddie to finally finish their heated little session, and the moment the next round was about to start, I shifted my attention back to the table, my pulse steadying as my plan began to take shape.Under the table, I tapped Clara’s foot lightly. This was our moment to twist the game. The trick was simple: make it look natural and effortless, like it was pure chance.To cover my tracks, I reached for the bottle of wine resting on the table and tilted it toward my cup, pretending to pour, keeping my movements deliberately slow, my expression relaxed.The instant the game began, I set my cup down with a reluctant clink, stretching my arm lazily toward the spoons, moving with calculated hesitation. My eyes darted across the table, quick and precise, making sure