Friends With Way Too Many Benefits (10 page)

With a popping sound, she released his flesh from her lips then slid upwards letting her tongue drift a few inches up his shaft. Their eyes met and he seemed to be coaxing her to go higher still. His mouth opened wide and his tongue extended out pressing against his upper lip seemingly pleading with his eyes for her to rise up then plunge down taking his head fully between her lips.

She let out a moan then returned her tongue to him and headed down again.

He frowned a bit. "I really miss licking you."

Pulling away from him, she wiped her lips while still keeping hold of him. "I know. I miss you doing that too."

"How about I get some plastic wrap?" He asked breathlessly.

"What?"

"I read you can use that as sort of a dental damn."

She giggled. "No, I don't think so."

"Okay." He whined. "But, uh, don't stop."

She went back to it, licking and sucking and he looked toward the ceiling gasping for breath. Slipping her palm under his balls, she wrapped her fingers around his balls and his entire girth and squeezed gently lifting them higher. He groaned loudly. Kicking her enthusiasm into high gear, she increased her tempo. The noise he was making told her he was more than enjoying it.

"Ahhh…" He cried out and suddenly he took hold of his erection and pinched it just under the head as he slid a few inches away from her. She popped up and looked him in the eye. "You didn't?"

"No," he managed to say.

"You sure?"

"I think I stopped it."

"You think?" She frowned.

"No, I definitely stopped it."

"Good. Good." She took a deep breath and drank in his body. "So how was that?"

Gazing at her dizzied, he smiled. "Amazing. I can't, uh, whoa…" He exhaled deeply. "I need a minute."

"I'll be right back." She slid off the bed and headed into the bathroom to wash her hands.

When she returned, she slid her panties down her hips then climbed onto the mattress and sat back against the headboard. "What the heck is this plastic wrap thing?"

He shrugged. "Just saw it on some website."

"I hope the government doesn't monitor what you are searching for on the Internet."

They shared a chuckle.

He gazed up at the ceiling for a moment and a smile spread over his face. "Believe me you don’t want to know the half of it."

"I believe you."

Running her hand between her legs she spread her knees apart and dipped a finger into her folds letting out a soft moan. He closed his eyes and placed his hands behind his head as his erection slowly deflated. She gyrated her hips as she slid a finger in and out of her swollen entrance. After a few minutes she sighed. "Are you almost ready? I really need to be filled up."

He glanced down to his half-hard penis and frowned. "Not quite."

Rising up on his knees, he gazed at her body and smiled as he tugged on his equipment. "Almost."

She gave him a sexy smile while motioning mock smugly to her naked body. "This isn't going to be too much for you is it?"

"I hope not."

"Good, cause I really need you to give me an O."

Closing his eyes, he worked out a cramp in his neck and took a deep breath. "Okay, I think I'm ready now?" He moved between her legs.

"Uh-uh." She shook her head.

"What?"

She sighed. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"I don’t think so." After narrowing his eyes, he looked down. "We're both naked - check… Erection - check." He tilted his head to look between her legs. "You're wet - check… I think that about covers it."

"Um, shower?" She widened her eyes.

"Oh, shit. Sorry." He leapt out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. "I'll be two minutes, tops." Poking his head out, he smiled. "Don't finish without me."

"Then hurry up."

Ninety seconds later, he appeared in the doorway ready to go. Taking hold of her ankles, he pulled her to the edge of the bed and she squealed in delight. He spread her legs and guided his hips between them and kissed her softly. She opened her mouth and kissed him more deeply, sliding her tongue into his mouth and moaning in pleasure. His erection brushed against her clit and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Moving down, he took a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking and playfully biting it as he took hold of his manhood and directed it to her entrance. He thrust forward and slipped inside her tight folds groaning in pleasure and sucking harder at her breast. She wrapped her hands around his back and pulled on his hair as she curled her legs around him pulling him closer.

They looked into each other's eyes as he moved inside of her. "You feel good."

"So do you." She shook her head. "But I can't, you know this way. Can I turn over?"

"Uh-huh."

Pulling from her, he climbed on the bed as she moved to the center and turned on her stomach, spreading her legs wide. He positioned himself over her and slipped back inside. Her eyes rolled back in her head the moment he filled her with his thick manhood.

Reaching back, she took hold of his hand and directed it to her clitoris. She lifted her hips up slightly and supporting his weight on his shoulder he rubbed her spot while still pumping inside of her. She was close, really close. "Yes… That's it."

She turned a bit on her side, presenting a breast to his mouth. He adjusted his position sliding his head across the mattress closing the gap to her chest. With his breathing labored, he took her nipple between his teeth and as he kept rubbing her he was thrusting hard inside her.

"Harder," she moaned.

He rubbed harder, nibbled harder, pumped harder and breathed even harder as her eyelids fluttered closed. She bucked her hips back and forth quickly then all at once she exploded, gasping and crying out and pushing her hips back even further.

He kept rubbing her sensitive spot as wave after wave of strong pulses shot through her loins. Pressing his hips hard into her, he filled her fully and her mouth opened wide with an inaudible scream. She reached between her legs and grabbed his hand pulling it away from her.

He rolled off her and lay panting and spent on the bed. Taking hold of a pillow, she turned to look at him dreamily wearing a satisfied smile and struggling to catch her breath. "I'm still pulsating."

"Good." He took a breath. "Great."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm glad you, uh… I couldn’t do it anymore, without… I was about to shoot."

"You poor thing." She looked to his still raging erection and her eyes widened. "You're still hard."

"It'll go down." He let out a long, slow exhale. "I'm glad you had fun."

"Yeah…" Placing her hand on his chest, she looked him in the eye. "It was a big one."

"That's what I'm here for." He flashed her a sexy grin.

"I'll take my temperature first thing tomorrow."

Sitting up in bed, she asked. "I'm keyed up. Do you want to read a little?"

"No, but you go ahead."

She grabbed a novel off her night stand. "I love not having to get out of bed after. No cleanup. This is really great you not shooting."

"Yeah, but don't get used to it," he grumbled.

"Wouldn’t it be great if you could just turn that part of it off and only produce
that
when you really needed it?"

Shaking his head, he gave her a weak smile. "Yeah, I guess."

"You look tired."

"I am. I'm just going to go to sleep, okay?"

She gave him an appreciative smile. "Yes, baby, you deserve it."

"Love you." Turning to her, he kissed her bare hip.

"Love you too."

He rolled away from her, wrapped his arms around the pillow and sighed.

After taking a deep breath, she dove into the next chapter in her book. After one paragraph her eyelids were dipping closed. She placed the book on the night stand and lay down next to him.

He turned onto his back and moaned. "I can't sleep."

"Really?" She placed her hand on his chest then instinctively ran it lower until it bumped up against something hard, really hard. "Oh my, you're still…"

"Yeah."

Her eyes drifted closed then a moment later she regained just a bit of consciousness and asked softly, "Will you be okay?"

"Yeah."

"Okay," she whispered as her eyes closed again then seconds later she was out.

He glanced at her, frowned and stared up to the ceiling as he wished for sleep to come.

Forty five minutes later, Brian was sitting up in bed watching Jillian sleep with his erection refusing to quit. Sighing, he climbed out of bed, pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and went downstairs to the kitchen.

After retrieving a beer from the refrigerator, he gripped the cap to twist before realizing he wasn't allowed to drink it. Instead he poured a glass of apple juice and headed to the den with his shorts still tented and turned on the television. While watching an ESPN Sports Center replay he sipped his juice and relaxed back in the recliner. Ten minutes later, side tracked by sweaty athletes and dumpy looking sports commentators, he glanced down relieved that little Brian was finally ready for bed. After a visit to the bathroom, he slipped back in bed next to the soundly sleeping Jillian and was out in under a minute.

Brian's eyes shot wide open at 8:32 a.m. Reaching down, he discovered he was once again ready for action. He turned to discover Jillian still asleep and lifted the covers slightly. She was still naked, turned on her side away from him and he was rewarded with a view of her perky ass. Drinking in her body, he groaned in agony. He was desperate to touch her, desperate to lick her and desperate for the release his body so badly craved. Taking a deep breath, he climbed out of bed, pulled on shorts and a T-shirt and headed to the kitchen.

After unloading the dishwasher, he plugged in the griddle and mixed together his famous pancake batter. It was seven minutes until nine and Jillian's rule was that he was free to wake her any time after the nine-o-clock hour, but not before.

He set the table nicely then smiled hoping the order of events would be pancakes followed immediately by sex. Heading upstairs, the clock showed 8:58 when he arrived. He took the opportunity to watch her sleep, only lifting the blankets for a brief second to get a look at her breasts. When the clock advanced to nine, he sat down on the bed and she stirred groggily.

"Hey, what time is it?"

"Two seconds after nine."

She giggled. "Wow, I was really wiped out last night."

"Yeah, probably from your big O."

"It was big, wasn't it?" She shot him a sexy look.

"I'm making pancakes. You want to come down?"

"I'm starving. How'd you sleep?"

"Don't ask." He shook his head and sighed.

"What was wrong?"

Directing her attention to his crotch, he frowned.

"Oh." She placed her hand on it. "You feel big."

He nodded. "I've been at half-mast or better… oh, for the last nine hours at least."

"Poor baby. I'll take my temperature." She sat up in bed her breasts now exposed fully.

He shielded his eyes. "Cover those up. I can't take it."

"Sorry." She lifted the blankets over them.

He rose up from the bed and turned away. "And don't wear one of those thin T-shirts that you have. If I stare at hard nipples all through breakfast I might pass out."

"Okay." She laughed out loud.

"Hurry down."

Five minutes later she appeared in the kitchen wearing a fluffy robe. The smell of pancakes filled the first floor. She smiled. "You didn't forget any ingredients did you? I know how you get when you're horny."

"No, I was careful." He rolled his eyes. "I poured your tea already. It's on the table."

She chuckled and headed to the dining room. After flipping test pancake number two and discovering it was nearly perfectly cooked, he smiled. He poured six cakes on the griddle and watched as they bubbled while they cooked. Two minutes later, he flipped each of them then called out, "So are you ovulating?"

He heard no reply so he repeated the question as he lifted one of the pancakes to peer underneath. Suddenly he heard Robin Thicke's song
Blurred Lines
blasting out of the stereo.

"What the heck are you doing?"

There was still no reply. Rolling his eyes, he plated his two stacks of cakes and carried them into the dining room. Discovering Jillian completely naked sitting at the table he played it cool and placed her plate down in front of her then took a seat.