Friends With Way Too Many Benefits (26 page)

She pulled up from him and let her eyes wander over his nude body. Her lips parted when she spotted his rock hard full erection. Placing her index finger on his chest, she ran it slowly down his body stopping on his hip. He watched her closely, breathlessly. She drew an imaginary line on his groin as she ran the finger toward his manhood, circling it once as she crossed over to this thigh then his other thigh and ran it back up to his pubic hair. His cock flexed and throbbed as he gasped in anticipation.

She circled him again, but this time she looked him in the eye as she let her finger wander across his balls. His mouth dropped open and his eye lids fluttered as she continued her finger's journey as it slowly traced a line up the length of his shaft.

Placing his hand to his face, he bit down hard on a knuckle and they shared a smile. When she reached the head of his cock, she smeared the precum that oozed there around the ridge then returned it to the slit collecting a drop before bringing the finger to her lips and sliding it seductively into her mouth.

She closed her eyes savoring his taste before running her tongue around her mouth and letting out a soft purring sound. He panted softly gazing up to her, desperately. Smiling, she climbed up on the bed on her knees, moving into position over him with her thighs over his head. He gazed between her legs licking his lips.

Slowly, she lowered herself down to his mouth. Pushing his tongue out as far as it would go, he licked her gently. She moaned and closed her eyes, pressing down on him harder. He licked her slowly, his tongue wandering all over her parts. Straining, he slipped his tongue deep inside of her, flicking it up and down as she ground her hips over him.

He reached up, cupping her breasts and feeling them through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her nipples stood out hard with excitement. Bringing his hands together, he went to work on the buttons on her shirt as his tongue and lips explored the swollen lips of her pussy.

After releasing the last button, he slipped his hands under her shirt and massaged her breasts. She untied the shirt tails and slipped the fabric off her shoulders, letting it slide off her arms and tossing it to the floor. He brought a hand up to her lips and she took two fingers into her mouth and sucked them hard.

She reached back, took hold of his erection and stroked it up and down, gripping it hard and tugging at his girth. He moaned loudly, sticking his tongue deeper into her, licking her harder and faster.

She moved lower, he adjusted his angle higher then licked gently at her clitoris sending a shiver through her loins. Her eyes slammed shut and she gasped, her brain so preoccupied with the pleasure he was giving her, that she could do nothing more than keep hold of his cock while he worked on her that way.

When she couldn't wait any longer to taste him, she lifted up, turned over, hovering above him on all fours with her knees by his head. When she leaned down and took the head of his cock into her mouth, he gasped. "Oh, fuck..."

She sucked gently on his skin then slipped lower taking half his length between her lips. He took hold of her hips and craning his neck up went back to work with his tongue, licking, sucking and nibbling gently on her with renewed energy.

For ten minutes they kept up this mutual oral affection, groaning and moaning and bucking their hips. Jillian exploded first, pressing down hard on his mouth and shaking violently over him as she arched her back with her eyelids fluttering and her eyes rolling back in her head. She lifted up, but he pulled her back down, sliding his tongue back inside of her slowly. She melted down on him, gasping and moaning. "Oh, Brian..."

When he swiped his tongue over her sensitive clit, she shuddered then lifted off of him, moving down to rest her head on his thigh. He massaged her lower back and ass with his fingers as he gazed down to her enjoying the view or her shapely frame. After taking a moment to recover, she turned to look at his still-hard cock and her eyes widened.

She took hold of it with one hand, then slid closer, adjusting her angle and pressing her tongue to the base before swiping it down to lick his balls. He gasped and spread his arms out wide, making fists with his hands and pressing his neck back into the mattress as he enjoyed every second of it.

Nibbling and sucking on the twins, she stroked him fast with her hand, smearing his oozing precum all up and down his shaft. He groaned louder, she licked his balls faster and wrapped her fingers tight around the ridge and stroked him quickly. He gasped, his mouth opening wide and his eyes rolling back behind their lids as he exploded up in the air.

She rose to her knees and smiled, licking her lips and gazing at him, happily.

"Wow," he muttered and took a deep breath.

Leaning down, she took him back in her mouth.

"Oh, God." His hips bucked and he shivered. Reaching out, he placed a hand on her hip and held on tight. He shivered as if he were on pins and needles about to blast off once again.

She took more of him in her mouth, sucking carefully on him then rising up to swipe her tongue all around the head. He gasped and moved his hands to the mattress gathering the sheets between his fists and squeezing hard.

Using one hand to massage his balls, she used the other to stroke him as she continued pleasing him with her mouth. He shuttered and she sucked harder until she felt him throb between her lips. A second later he gasped loudly, exploding in her mouth. She remained over him only a moment longer, before pulling away and stroking him slowly, deliberately with one hand.

His shoulders curled up and his elbows pressed into his sides as he squirmed on the bed with her unrelenting attention. Groaning, he placed his hand over hers to stop her then turned over on one side, gasping and fighting to breathe. She lay down behind him and spooned up close. Reaching back, he brushed his fingers up and down her thigh. He turned to her and kissed her full on the mouth, running his hands all over her body. He pulled back from her. "I love you."

"I..." She smiled. "You." She pressed her lips to his.

Brian arrived at the tennis club just before 5:00 p.m. Jim took the early shift that day and Brian was to work until closing. When he reached the front desk, he discovered his brother and Todd in the middle of a conversation.

"Unbelievable." Todd shook his head.

Jim scoffed. "Yeah, women… I'll just never understand what's going on with them."

Brian grinned. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Victoria and I were getting ready to go to dinner the other night and I simply asked her about this belt she was wearing with this new dress." Jim raised his hands up and frowned. "I was just trying to make conversation since I somehow remembered that some other belt came with it when she bought it and I simply asked why she wasn't wearing the belt that came with it."

"You didn't." Brian's mouth dropped open.

"What?"

"Dude, you've been living with her for almost a year now and you still don't know how to behave. What's wrong with you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'll bet she accused you of not liking the belt she was wearing."

"How did you know?"

"Um…" Brian widened his eyes. "… I'm married."

Jim nodded. "And then she—"

"She probably wouldn't let it go," his older brother interrupted.

"Exactly. She accused me of thinking the belt she was wearing was ugly."

"You don't have to tell me, I've been there." Brian frowned. "Was it some sort of shoe matching emergency?"

"Uh-huh. This is freaky. It's like you were there."

"I didn't have to
be
there." Brian shook his head from side to side with his eyes bugging out. "I've
been
there… more than once."

"Wow." Todd and Jim shared a look.

"Women are sorta crazy, but they really have a lot on their plates, so you almost can't blame them…" Jim and Todd listened with keen interest as Brian held court. "… not only do they have to struggle to work on their hair and make-up and get it just right, they have to deal with the unrelenting sexual advances of the man in their lives and all the while they somehow need to match their shoes to their belt and purse while ensuring that said shoe is not only appropriate for the season but also for the event."

"You know…" Jim scoffed. "There was some sort of summer season thing mentioned. Really how the hell do you know this shit?"

Holding up his ring finger, Brian gave him a look. "Never once have I gone in my closet trying to decide what shoe to wear and pondered whether or not it was season appropriate."

The three shared a knowing look.

Todd ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm so glad I'm single."

"You'll be in over your head at some point." Brian gave him a pointed look then leaned against the counter. "Jim, you've really got to be more careful with what comes out of your mouth. When they ask you if you like something, you simply say yes."

"What if they give you a choice of two things and they want you to pick which one you like the best?" Jim narrowed his eyes.

"It depends."

"On what?"

"Are you at a store or working from her closet?"

"Closet."

"Okay, if you’re working from her wardrobe, you've got to walk on eggshells. Let's face it you really don't have an opinion, but you've got to give the appearance that you're really giving it some serious thought." Pausing, Brian put a finger to his lips. "Don't rush a decision. Have her switch back to the alternate outfit at least twice. This accomplishes two things— one, you get to see her in her skimpy underwear or possibly naked again and it makes it seem like you're actually invested in the choice."

"Wow, but how do you choose?"

"You've got to come up with some safe reason for why you're choosing one outfit over the other."

"Like what?" Todd asked.

"For example you could go to a window and open it— sorta pretending to check the weather. Like is it going to be too cold or hot or humid? You could pull out your phone and look at the weather for later in the day."

"Okay… okay." Jim smiled. "I see where you're going."

Todd gave them a confused look. "What does the weather have to do with any of this?"

"Listen, please try to follow along." Brian sighed. "She's tried on both outfits at least twice for you. You’re absolutely riveted. You're not looking away or moving toward the door. You're engaged. You got it…"

"Yeah." The two students replied in unison.

"Now you check the window or you've checked the weather. You put your hand to your chin and shake your head then say something like 'you know, they're both really, really nice, but I'm just worried that you might be cold later. Which one do you think is warmer?' Now, she'll come back with a response or an option to wear a sweater with one or the other and you just go with it. You sorta follow her lead."

"Jesus, how long does all this take?"

"Oh, it takes a long, long time. Getting dressed is a whole thing for women. They’ve got to be exhausted from it."

"Is that why they're so tired at night?" Jim asked.

"You know, I don’t think any official studies have been done, but I'll bet you're on to something there." Brian nodded in agreement.

"Okay so that's at home, but what if you're in a store?" Jim asked.

"Well, this is much less fun because you don't get the entertainment benefits of the Victoria Secret lingerie show."

"Obviously." Jim agreed.

Brian stopped a moment to think, then asked, "Are you holding the purse or does she have it?"

"Holding it." Jim grumbled.

"Yeah, of course." Brian frowned. "Have you secretly seen the price tags or are you price clueless?"

"Clueless."

"Okay, so here it's just a crap shoot. You can have a real opinion, but you've still got to be careful because if you don't like the one she's leaning toward and she buys it, you're in some serious shit."

"I'll never be able to get this," Jim whined.

"No, you will. You will..." Brian nodded. "Here you need to follow her to a mirror. Stand behind her and watch her facial expression as she's checking herself out. Now, you can try to glance at the price tag while she's doing this, but for the love of God, be careful. If she catches you checking the tag, you're fucked. You'll be cut off from all sex for at least a week and you might even get some extra house cleaning chores assigned to you— some crappy ones like scrubbing your pee stains from around where the toilet seat connects to the toilet."

"Oh, shit."

"Yeah…" Brian scoffed. "So unless you're really skilled I wouldn't check the tag. Watch her expression for both outfits and with a little practice you'll be able to tell which one she's trying to lead you towards. And hell, when in doubt just tell her to get both. That's safest."

"Okay. Okay…" Jim looked to his phone. "Crap, I've got to go."