Blake & Ben (A New Beginning) - Chapter 5 - Just Stay - Sex Stories

Blake & Ben (A New Beginning) - Chapter 5 - Just Stay

... I turn around to Ben as he lowers his own shirt over his head. He's still smiling. My eyebrows raise as a serious look replaces the lust driven one I had a moment ago. "You just wait, Benny Boy. You're gonna' fucking pay for that," I say. "Oooooh, I'm trembling," he says, swatting my ass as I pass by him. I stop dead in my tracks, look over my shoulder at him and cock an eyebrow. "Oh, I'll have you trembling, alright." This time, it's him who lets out an audible gulp. "Now, let's go downstairs and act natural. We'll say we were up here playing Xbox. One on one in Call of Duty, I whooped your ass, blah-blah-blah..." I said, laying out the plan. "Please, babe. I'd own your ass, in more ways than one," he says with a wink. "Yeah, yeah. Okay, just do me a favor. Try not to act like you just had your dick rubbing up against my ass," I say, smiling. "Up against it... In it... Whatever..." he says, with a cocky smirk. I've never seen this flirty, jokey side of him before. I fucking love it. Makes me love him even more. I bring my hand back, threatening to swat him in the face. But, the smile on my face betrays me and calls my bullshit. I can't help it, I pull him into my body, my hands around his waist. "I fucking love the shit out of you, you know that? I could just explode," I say, pressing my body into him. He looks down at me with adoring eyes. The look on his face is sheer bliss. "The evidence of that 'explosion' is now a stain on your sheets, you know that, right," he says, ...

... smiling. I remove my hands and playfully punch him in the chest. I go to turn around, but Ben grabs me from behind. He wraps his arms around my waist, his hands overlapping across my abdomen and pulls me back into him, not with a sexual undertone, but love. He rests his head on my shoulder, rubbing the side of his face into my hair. "You're everything to me, Blake Abel." He plants a kiss on my cheek as a knock comes from my door. Panic jolts through my entire body. Oh, fuck! I motion for Ben to go grab an Xbox controller. He does as he is told - he knows now is not the time to be cute. He grabs one of the black controllers, turns on the Xbox One and the TV in one fowl swoop, then plants his butt on the carpet. "Come in," I say, approaching Ben in a hurry to take a seat next to him. The door handle jiggles. "It's locked," my mother's voice says outside the door. Oh, thank God. It's not Dad. "Oh, sorry! Just a sec," I say standing up. I walk over to the door, unlock it and back away, allowing my mother entry into my room. She steps in with a smile on her face. "Sorry, honey. I didn't interrupt a jam session, did I," she asks. I can't help myself, I smirk, thinking, "No, just Ben jammin' 'dat dick up my ass," in an Ebonic accent. I snap out of it and answer her, "Nope. No jam session. Just hangin' out with Ben," I say, opening the door a bit more so she can see Ben sitting in front of the TV. "Oh, who do we have here," she asks, with a chipper tone in her voice. Ben drops the ...