Page 15 of His Dirty Obsession
Xavier
AsI’dtalkedwithAva at the restaurant, I’d seen Ben get up and throw some money on the table, and I’d rightly assumed he was going home. He’d just taken a little longer than I’d thought.
I’d made my excuses at the last minute to the guys, telling them I had a headache and wanted to go home and rest. What I’d really wanted to do was spend some time with Ben.
I wanted him more than I ever had any other man or woman, but making him see that could prove tricky. He seemed to have these morals that were seriously getting in the way of me having what I wanted. Loose morals, I might add, loose enough to watch me, and that’s what I was banking on.
“Let’s take the coffee to the other room. I’ve been sitting on hard chairs all day and night, and I could do with something soft to sit on.” I led us to the lounge, a room we didn’t use often, both of us preferring to use the kitchen.
Ben took the sofa, and I sat in the chair across from him, stretching my long legs out in front, coffee clutched to my chest.
“So, why’d you come home early? I thought you were out for the night with Ava?”
“Too much wine drunk too quickly, and then I was just tired. The thought of singing karaoke and listening to Meredith and Beth all night…”
I remembered them. They’d been looking over and giggling. I thought the four hot guys I’d been with had something to do with it, but I had no interest in them. I was only interested in Ben.
“Well, it’s still early. We could watch something on TV…unless you want to go to bed?”
Ben spat out his coffee, and I laughed. He could take that comment how he wanted to, but I’d happily take him to my bed or even go to his. I wasn’t fussy.
“What? I meant maybe you were tired and wanted to go to bed.”
“I am tired, but let’s watch some TV. There’s that new murder show on Netflix. We could watch that.”
This was the first time in a while that we’d spent any time together in an evening. Lately, one or the other of us had been busy, either me with rehearsals or Ben with his work.
I sat next to him on the sofa, but before long Ben was sleeping, his head on my shoulder. It was cosy, comfortable even, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted him.
I settled down to watch the show. It was funny in places, had a good story, and the longer it went on, the sleepier I became.
A hand on my chest woke me, a hand that wasn’t just lying there. It was moving lower, slowly, and I held my breath, not wanting him to know I was awake. If he wanted to explore, I’d let him.
He stopped at my waist, and I willed him to move again, but that was as far as he took it. Those damned morals taking over.
Dare I make a move? Would he get up and leave? There was only one way to find out.
“Don’t stop. Carry on…please.” A whispered plea. I wanted him to continue.
“I should go up to bed,” Ben said, trying to stand, but I grabbed his wrist before he could go any further.
“No, you shouldn’t. You wanted something, and I’m letting you have it.” I pulled him down onto my lap, a shocked look on his face.
I ran my hands up his chest, beneath his shirt, feeling the softness beneath my fingers.
“Take this off. I want to see you.” He shook his head as he folded his arms across his chest. “Come on, Ben. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before…please?” Another plea.
He slowly released his arms and removed his shirt, revealing his beautiful body to me. A patch of dark hair sat in the centre of his chest, and I ran my hands through it before moving to his rosy nipples. I pinched and tweaked, feeling his hardness grow against my thigh.
“Oh, yeah. You like that?” I asked, my voice husky with need.
He nodded, rubbing against me, his eyes closed as he rode my thigh.
I removed my shirt, wanting him to touch me, to feel how my skin burned for him.
I took the hands that dangled by his side and placed them on my chest, feeling their coolness. They were gentle and roamed aimlessly over my body. His eyes were open again, pupils wide as he caressed me.
I craved more. His tender touch was not enough to quench the desire raging inside of me.
