Friends With Way Too Many Benefits (34 page)

"Oh really?" Jillian grumbled, climbing into her car.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, we were just filming that scene where I spy on you while you take a shower."

"You were?"

"Yeah, and it was hot, if I do say so myself," she replied as she turned onto the main road.

"Maybe later we can—"

"You feel like reliving it right now, but let's rewrite history."

"What do you mean?" He chuckled.

"I mean, I'm not going to be shy about seeing what you're up to and no one is going to interrupt us."

"That sounds a whole lot better."

"I'll be home in about fifteen minutes. How about you watch for my car then when you see me, you climb back in the shower and get
yourself
ready?"

"I just got a little hard when you said that."

"I expect to see you a lot hard when I get there." Grinning, she stepped on the gas.

Jillian rushed into the house and headed up the steps stripping off her clothes along the way. Hearing the shower running, she knelt down by her dresser. There she pulled clothing out of the bottom drawer until she found her shortest tennis skirt and tightest top.

Wearing nothing at all other than those two skimpy items, she moved to the doorframe and slumped against it watching her man facing away from her and going to town on himself. She grinned when she saw his tight grip on the top of the doorframe and the towel hanging in just the right place. He knew the routine from reading the book— he knew it all too well.

After giving him a moment, she slowly made her way to the shower stall and placed her fingers atop his. It was electric. Their eyes met and his busy hand stopped its rhythmic movements over his swollen erection.

"I was so wet on the court," she said, her eyes dipping down to his groin then back to his face.

Holding back a laugh, he replied with a bit too much overacting. "And I... I was so hot for you out there that I just had to take care of myself in here."

"Let me take care of it for you." She flashed him a sexy grin, before bursting into laughter.

"Cut!" He frowned. "This just isn't working for me."

"Me either."

He turned the shower off and put his hand to his chin. "I'm just not feeling it, you know, I just don't think you're capturing the essence of the role."

"You're right."

"I mean, that outfit is amazing. Nice touch. The wardrobe department has really stepped up their game here."

She looked down at her skirt. "I really like it too."

"But the dialog, it's too much like a porn movie."

"Yeah." She nodded.

"I think we can do better. Let me set the scene for you."

"Okay. Okay." She gazed at him hanging on his every word.

"Remember you and I just played an amazing tennis match and the sexual tension between the two of us is... is, uh..."

"White hot?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Exactly." He smiled. "I'm the best friend of your son and you haven't had sex in more than a year. So while you're completely out of your mind hot for me and I'm dying inside to be with you, we've got this whole forbidden love thing going on."

"Uh-huh. I see. I see."

"So I think we need to lose the pizza delivery guy slash lonely housewife dialog and just go with something a little more organic."

"Okay, okay..." She nodded running through it again in her mind. "Can I give it another try?"

"Yeah, let's go again from where you're slowly walking in."

"All right."

"And hey, I really liked the hand on my hand thing— that was a nice touch. I almost finished right there."

She smiled. "I was ad-libbing there."

"Yeah, go with that. Remember just have fun with it."

She nodded then moved back in position near the door and looked at him, waiting.

He turned the shower back on then asked, "Ready?"

She gave him a confident smile.

Turning away from her, he looked down to his now flaccid penis and frowned. "Sorry, I just need a minute."

"Sure, take your time. It's more about getting it right than anything else."

"Exactly." He went to work on himself and after ten seconds he smiled. "That's better." He placed his other hand on top of the shower door frame. "Action!"

She moved to him slowly, struggling to maintain a straight face. She placed her hand again atop his and their eyes met through the clear glass of the shower as he released himself and turned away from her shyly.

Breathing heavily and in an Oscar-worthy delivery, he said, "Jillian, I, uh, I'm so sorry."

"For what?" She replied in a perfectly sincere and believable tone equal to his performance.

"For doing this in your home…" He turned toward her. "… for, I don't know... you’re so beautiful, I can't stop thinking about you."

"Me either." She gazed unblinkingly into his eyes. They were in the moment together, completely submerged in reliving the experience.

With his lips slightly parted, he slid the door open and extended his hand. Taking hold of it, she joined him inside. He brushed the hair from her face then leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, wrapping his wet arms around her. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and they kissed hard. She placed her hands on his shoulders and he pressed his lips to her neck and kissed her as she hungrily nibbled on his shoulder.

Guiding her under the warm shower spray, he held her close as her tiny outfit quickly became soaked. Their lips reconnected as her hands slid down his chest to his abdomen to his rock hard cock. He groaned as her hands wrapped around him, squeezed him tightly and stroked him back and forth. Running his hands up her body he went under her shirt and pulled it above her swollen breasts. He dipped his head down and took a nipple into his mouth. She threw her head back and moaned. "Brian..."

He pulled back from her and struggled to lift the soaking wet top over her head. He directed her away from the shower spray and turned her around. Leaning her body against the cold tile wall, she bent over, taking half a step back and sticking her rear end out and glancing back at him.

His gaze traveled down her neck to her exquisite back then to her wet short skirt covering his favorite part of her. He licked his lips and sighed, then moved down to his knees. He took hold of the skirt and pulled it down to her thighs exposing her pale white shapely cheeks.

She gasped.

He pushed the skirt down to the shower floor. She stepped out of it and spread her legs wide. Placing his hands on her hips, he took a moment to admire her before pressing his lips against her lower back. She moaned and bending at the waist leaned toward the wall with her elbows and forearms resting on the tile.

He moved lower, sliding his tongue between her cheeks until he landed between her thighs. There, he pressed it deep inside her wetness. She groaned loudly, reaching back to pull his head closer.

He licked her wildly, pressing his face into her hard, struggling to breathe while tasting every inch of her. His tongue slid over her parts for what seemed like forever until his mouth ached and he pulled back from her. He gazed at her panting and she adjusted her feet further from the wall extending her arms fully. She maneuvered down bending at the waist as far as she could and wrapped her arms around the back of her calves, gazing upside down at his erection. He watched in awe as she moved into that pretzel like pose. Although not in Natalie's league, Jillian was still amazingly flexible thanks to years of gymnastics training when she was a child.

He went back to work on her with his lips, mouth and tongue tasting, licking and exploring every part of her. Using one hand, she reached between her legs and struggled to grab his cock. Feeling her fingers graze the head, he scooted in closer to her and she wrapped her hand around it and pulled on it hard. He cried out in pleasure and pressed his tongue into her deeper. The more she tugged on him the faster he licked.

On the brink of orgasm, she rose upright and turned to him, dropping her hand down to invite him up. He got to his feet and she kissed him hard, sliding her tongue deep into his mouth and tasting her sweet juice. She moaned, pulled back from him and gazed into his eyes. Pressing her lips to his chest, she kissed him then moved lower, taking his cock in her hand.

He wrapped his arm under her and guided her back up while shaking his head no. He took hold of her shoulders, spun her around and gently coaxed her against the wall, grasping his erection and rubbing it forcefully between her thighs. Her eyelids drifted closed and she bent forward using her hands as a pillow against the cold hard tile.

Stooping lower, he worked his swollen head inside her then all at once drove his hips up, filling her completely. She gasped and gnawed at her hand as he thrust in and almost all the way back out of her wetness.

Reaching around her, he placed a finger on her clit. Her hips bucked and she shuddered. He rubbed her hard and drove into her faster and faster as her moans grew louder.

She lifted higher, rising up on her tiptoes and bending over a little more as he fucked her harder and faster. He used two fingers on her clitoris now, rubbing it harder and slipping a finger inside of her as he pressed his hips firmly against her ass and holding still.

He flexed his cock, driving it deeper still, pressing hard on her button and suddenly she exploded— the muscles inside her gripping him and contracting around his girth. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rippled through her and she struggled to breathe. He rubbed his finger over her swollen button once more. She gasped then reached down and pulled his hand away. Rocking her hips back and forth, she slowly extracted every last ounce of pleasure from the massive climax.

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Suddenly the heat returned inside her and the sensitivity gave way to intense pleasure. Her eye lids fluttered quickly and she put her hands flat against the wall. She moved back half a step and Brian followed her lead.

He held perfectly still with his erection unrelenting as she pumped her hips back and forth over him, using him, riding him, enjoying every inch of him. He gritted his teeth and gazed down to the breathtaking sight of her body accepting his cock.

She moaned louder and thrust harder, then with one last movement she found the right spot. Her pussy was awash in pleasure convulsing around him as she panted with drool running down her chin. This time it was too much for her, her parts too sensitive, every nerve ending pulsating and raw, bordering on pain.

With the last of her energy she moved forward releasing him from her wetness. She bent over, panting and spent then turned and gazed up to him lovingly. "Wow." She closed her eyes and sighed before focusing on his cock which still waved proudly before her.

Licking her lips, she slipped down to her knees. She took hold of him with both hands, lacing her fingers together and massaged him hard, swiping her tongue against the ridge with every stroke. She brought her hands toward her face until his swollen head disappeared inside them. Suddenly she pressed her lips over her linked hands then plunged her head and hand combination forward sucking him into her mouth. He gasped. His knees buckled briefly and he grabbed the top of the shower door for support as he placed his other hand against the tile wall.

Gazing down at her, he watched breathlessly as she worked over him with renewed energy. Her lips wrapped around his girth and her hand guiding her mouth back and forth and squeezing him hard. He groaned and tightened every muscle in his body as he rose up on his toes while she kept moving over him with her delightful strokes

Bringing one hand down, she took hold of his balls and tugged on them gently, sliding one finger over his perineum and teasing him there. He moaned loudly, his eyes slammed shut and he exploded. Feeling the rush toward her, she pulled away with only the first shot landing on her cheek. Wiping her face, she kept stroking him as shot after shot leapt from his cock.

She pressed her lips to his thigh and kissed him there. After taking a moment to rest, she returned her attention to his erection. He was still hard and throbbing and she, still wanting and needing to please him, took him back into her mouth.

"Oh fuck..." he groaned. Dizzied and struggling to stay upright, he held on as she licked and sucked him. She toyed with his balls as she slowed her movements over him. The muscles in his stomach contracted and his body shuddered with her every touch.

Placing his hand to her chin, he held her gently as he thrust his hips back and forth slowly fucking her mouth. "Oh, Jillian..."

She tugged on his balls, and sucked him hard then suddenly feeling him throb between her lips held still and let him finish. He pressed too far, causing her to gag and she backed off, letting his semen fall from her lips. He closed his eyes and his head weaved from side to side as he struggled to catch his breath.