Page 22 of His Dirty Obsession
“Well,” said Ava, “I think we’ll be doing it on a Sunday, and I’m sure you won’t be working then. I’m putting you down as Ben’s plus one. And on that note, thanks for the coffee, but I have to go start on the guest list.”
“If you need any help, let me know,” Ben said as he followed her to the door.
“Bye, Xavier,” she shouted over her shoulder.
I watched as she and Ben huddled together, whispering, but not loud enough for me to hear, no matter how much I listened.
Ava poked Ben’s chest while he nodded. Intrigued, I wondered what they were talking about.
She glanced my way and winked before walking through the door, patting Ben’s cheek as he looked down at the floor. Anyone would think she’d told him off.
“You don’t have to come to the party, you know. Not if you don’t want to. Ava just likes to stir up trouble,” he said as he made his way back into the kitchen.
“I know she does, and I’d love to come, but I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
“Daft as it seems, it might be a good idea. I hate family gatherings, as Ava said. You might just be the distraction I need.”
This sounded promising.
“Really? A distraction. I can do that.” I had the biggest smile on my face. I could definitely do that.
“You’ve been doing it since you moved in, but you know this already. Ava says I should focus on what’s right in front of me. Take a chance.” He gazed at me intently, his dark eyes boring into mine.
I didn’t know what I was expecting to see, but it wasn’t a look of longing. His pupils were dilated, and as he glanced at my lips, licking his own, I knew that whatever Ava had said, a decision had been made.
“How about we strip you out of those clothes you’ve just put on? Take this back upstairs? I’ve nothing to do today. It is Saturday, after all.”
I would have loved nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with Ben, wrapped in his arms, but I had a dress rehearsal to get to. We opened in a couple of weeks.
Just when things were getting interesting.
“I hope that offer will still stand later. I’ve a rehearsal to get to.”
Ben stood, his hands resting on the table as he leaned forward, his lips a hair’s breadth away from mine.
“I’ll be waiting for you when you get back. Just don’t be too late.”
His lips met mine, and I opened up on instinct, allowing him to devour my mouth. I stood and, without breaking contact, moved to his side of the table. His hands found my arse, squeezing and kneading it. His erection was hard against mine, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to feel his skin against mine.
I pulled away from him, fumbling with the zipper on my jeans. I removed them before ripping my shirt over my head, standing naked now in front of him.
“Oh, why did I wait so long to do this with you?” Ben’s eyes roamed over my body, and my cock twitched, a signal to touch.
He didn’t disappoint, running his warm, soft hands down my body, purposefully avoiding that one place I wanted him to touch. He stroked my chest, tweaking each nipple in turn. I shivered with anticipation at his gentle caresses.
He was wearing too many clothes, and I told him so, watching as he stripped off, revealing his body to me. I loved it.
Taking a step forward, he trailed his lips up my neck, nipping at the soft skin beneath my ear.
“Face the wall, arms up, legs spread wide. Do it now, Xavier.”
I didn’t need telling twice and placed my hands above my head. He kicked my legs wider, and I felt his hands on the inside of my thighs before he reached my balls, stroking them. He reached between my legs and pulled at my dick, slipping the foreskin over the engorged head.
“Oh, yes! Just like that,” I moaned. “Please don’t stop.”
“I don’t intend to, not until you’re shouting my name, your cum dripping from that gorgeous cock of yours.”
I loved Ben when he was like this, his words doing things to my insides, and when his hands moved to my arse, spreading my cheeks, I couldn’t wait for what was to come.
