Confused

Diana’s POV

As I swiped my gloss wand over my lower lip, all I could think about was yesterday, specifically when Benjamin wiped the hangover potion off my mouth.

Swallowing harshly, I recapped the lip gloss and set it on my bedside drawer, my thoughts wandering into a salacious abyss.

I could picture Benjamin slapping my mouth with his cock, a wry smirk creasing his face, as he puckered my lips open before sliding onto the wet hotness of my tongue.

Truly, I was becoming more sexually unhinged as the days flew by.

I hadn't even spent up to a week in Ibiza, and I could already feel that I had no iota of self-restraint left anymore.

Now that I thought of it, my nightly sex dreams involving Benjamin had stopped the moment I landed in Ibiza.

The first time I had one of those was about a year ago, in my senior year of high school.

It had been a crazy experience for sure, as I had woken up to a strange but pleasurable throbbing in between my legs.

After that night, I kept looking forward to them, and I hadn't been disappointed as they kept happening ever since.

In one of the dreams, Benjamin bent me over the reading desk back in my dorm and proceeded to take me to the skies of erotic gratification.

Thinking about it had my core pulsating with erotic hunger so intense, it made chills race down my spine.

My dreams stopping as soon as I was in a closer proximity to him had to mean one of two things.

Either the universe was giving me a sign to bring my sex dreams to life, or they were telling me to stop being delusional and actually work on being a good best friend to Leah.

Deep down, I knew it was most definitely the latter, and that fact filled me with immeasurable misery.

I had to leave my room.

I had to steer my thoughts from anything related to Benjamin, even if I knew there was no way that could ever possibly happen.

About an hour ago, we had brunch without Benjamin as he was busy working in his study, and afterward, Leah had retired to her room to facetime Kade, so I was somewhat bored.

My best friend had joked about how we were the only ones on vacation, as Benjamin didn't seem to know that he wasn't supposed to work on a vacation.

So much for averting my thoughts from Benjamin, I thought as I made my way downstairs.

My throat suddenly felt dry, which I easily attested to the dirty and thirsty thoughts I had earlier about Benjamin.

“Do you need something?” Matilda asked, looking up from the carrots she was chopping, when I stepped into the kitchen

“Yes, water,” I nodded, returning her smile.

“Alright, help yourself,” She gestured to the refrigerator.

“Thanks,” I replied, before opening the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of water.

Opening the bottle, I took several gulps of the cold, unnerving water, basking in the way the icy fluid trickled down my throat in a blissful symphony.

“You really are thirsty,” Matilda teased, when I finally stopped drinking the water.

“I sure am,” I said, checking the almost empty bottle with a slight pant, like I'd just gotten back from running a marathon.

To be honest, in a way, a never-ending marathon of forbidden thoughts about a certain hot single dad, had been running through my mind for the past three years.

Closing the bottle, I gave Matilda a polite smile, which she returned before turning around to leave.

A thrilling mix of surprise and glee encapsulated me when I saw him at the foot of the stairs, looking every bit as dashing as he always was.

It was at that moment I realized how badly I'd missed him, even though it had barely been twenty four hours since I last saw him.

His juicy arm muscles were on full display in his ensemble of a black tank top and a pair of black shorts.

As for his obsidian hair, they were tousled in that ever so sexy manner, that made heat pool in my belly.

Before my thoughts could drift off to somewhere obscene, I began speaking without thinking.

“Good afternoon, Mr Gonzalez. I came down to get water,” I began, holding up the bottle.

He hadn't even uttered a word and I'd begun making a fool of myself.

“Good afternoon, Diana. That's good.” He replied, nodding.

“Yes,” I nodded, fiddling with the bottle, my heart slamming against my ribs in erotic ecstasy as I secretly inhaled his rich, woody cologne.

He probably thought I was a weirdo with the way I was rambling.

“Alright then,” Benjamin replied, and I nodded.

“Leah mentioned that you've been working a lot in your study,” I continued like a mindless fool. “That's why you've not been downstairs a lot.”

At that moment, I really wished I could stop talking, but I just couldn't do it.

It was as though my mouth was a loose tap.

“Did she?” Benjamin asked, spotting a small smile, that made my heart lurch pleasantly. “It’s just something I have to finish as soon as possible. I truly appreciate your concern.”

“You are welcome, Mr Gonzalez,” I nodded, beside myself with joy. “I'll be on my way then. Good luck with your work.”

“Thank you, Diana,” Benjamin smiled again.

As in my crush of three years freaking smiled at me twice in a minute.

Thankfully, I was able to maintain a calm composure despite the fact that I was brimming with elation.

However, as I made to walk upstairs, Benjamin and I bumped into each other, which sprung a jolt in my heart, as I had felt his hard chest against the crest of my boobs.

“Sorry about that,” He said, and I shook my head.

“It's fine,” I replied, to which he nodded.

As we made to leave, we both ended up bumping into each other again.

Before I could blink, Benjamin lifted me by my shoulders and set me aside.

The brief contact left me so stunned that I couldn’t even return the smile he flashed before leaving.

I remained motionless for a minute or so, as I mulled over what just happened.

The way he had carried me like I weighed next to nothing was so hot, it had my pussy purring with desire.

Fuck, Benjamin was too freaking hot.

Everything he did always managed to make me even more attracted to him.

And the fact that he'd smiled thrice at me, was utterly insane.

Those smiles definitely didn’t mean a thing to him, even though they obviously meant the world to me.

Or did they?

Damn, my thoughts were utterly absurd.

“There you are. I was about to go to your room,” Leah's voice rang into my ears, bringing me out of the erotic daze I was trapped in as I walked upstairs.

She was standing some meters away from her room.

Pushing my lustful thoughts aside, I walked up to her.

“Oh, you're done face timing Kade,” I commented, and she nodded, a smile curving her lips.

“Guess what?”

I was never a good guesser, but I always humored her.

“You are moving in with Kade,” I joked, and she giggled, shaking her head.

“That will surely happen in the future, but that's not it,” She replied, linking our arms together, as we headed to her bedroom, “We are having a pool party!”

As she said it, she shrieked like it was the best possible thing ever.

Upon seeing how elated she was, I mirrored her shriek and Leah just scoffed.

“You are such a bad actress.” She uttered, and I couldn’t help but laugh inwardly.

If only she knew how stellar of an actress I was.

My mind was currently clouded with wanton images of Benjamin’s large, veiny forearms, yet I maintained a calm composure.

“Have you told your dad about it?” I asked, momentarily casting my sultry thoughts aside.

“No, but he'll surely allow it. Raymond's mum will chaperone. By the way, the guys texted to ask after you yesterday, but I forgot to tell you.”

“Oh,” I muttered, “That's nice of them.”

“Yes, apparently, they're family friends,” Leah continued, “They've been friends since they were babies, I think.”

“Cool,” I replied, nodding.

“The pool party is going to be so fun, trust me,” Leah said, as we entered her room, “Raymond and Lewis will be in charge of everything. They're just using our pool.”

“Okay, that's nice,” I nodded, an image of Benjamin lifting me the way he'd done, but on his cock, and in his bed this time, straying into my head, causing my slit to throb with desire.

Although my fantasies were electrifying, I still wanted Benjamin to fuck me in real life, even though I knew it was an impossible wish.

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