Lessons in Love

Chapter 63: A Happy Surprise

POV: Beta Ben Westlake

I swung her leg over my shoulder and gripped her hip to hold her still as I replaced my thumb with my tongue. The smell was incredible, but the taste … I licked at her, tasting the most heavenly salty and sweet flavour I’d ever tasted. I wanted more. I needed more. I clamped my mouth around her c**t, sucking on her. Riley took a long, sharp breath before coming, expelling those sensual flavours into my mouth. I drank her in, sucking hard and pressing my fingers deeper.

Riley was lost. She was panting, bucking against my face, her thighs trembled, and she called out my name. Her moans were loud and desperate. I pinned her hips to the bed so I wouldn’t lose my grip on that delicious c**t of hers. My fingers twisted and pushed insider her at a faster pace.

My mouth was flooded again, and then again. I didn’t let her up. She was writhing underneath my mouth, the pleasure sounding almost painful as I continued. She whimpered, moaned, and screamed out as she came in rapid succession, like a chain reaction. I kept sucking but she begged me to stop. I released her, sliding my fingers out of her slowly, and licking her c**t one last time.

POV: Riley Campbell

There was never a moment in my life when I had experienced that much pleasure. I screamed out his name each time I came. He never stopped. One orgasm bled into the next, and they came so close together that I couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. In the end, I couldn’t speak or breathe. All I could do was clench tightly around his fingers and sob from the pleasure.

“Please,” I begged. “No more.” I panted. I felt his fingers slide out of me, tantalizingly slowly, as his tongue licked at me one last time. Everything was so sensitive. I trembled at the simple touch. I rolled onto my side, trying to remember how to breathe. I felt a dip in the mattress, and Ben’s fingers delicately trailed across my upper thigh and hip, making me shudder.

His fingers were suddenly gone. “Are you okay?” He whispered.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Sweet Goddess, yes!” I said, rolling over to see him staring down at me with a huge smile. I slowly sat up. I reached out and pressed my hand to his chest. I moved closer to him and slowly mounted him. He held me by the waist, his fingers digging into my sides. I ran my hands across his broad chest to his tie. I watched the amusement in his eyes as I slowly undid it and pulled it from his collar, dropping it off the side of the bed.

“I thought you didn’t want anymore.” He said, his voice low and gravelly, before kissing me gently. I deepened the kiss as my fingers undid the first three buttons on his shirt. Ben’s hand came up to mine and stilled them. He looked up at me, his blue eyes so unsure and nervous. I knew, in a heartbeat, he was nervous to take off his shirt and have me see all the scars on his body. I moved my hands from the buttons, and he let out a pent-up breath, despite the sheer disappointment in his eyes.

I ran my hands through his soft, sandy brown hair and kissed him gently. I kissed his jaw and neck. I pulled his collar back just a little, breathing over the mate spot. His hands tightened around my waist as I pressed my lips into the sensitive spot at the base of his neck. I flexed my aura a little and sucked on the skin over his mate spot. Ben sucked in his breath sharply at the sensation, his whole body shuddering. I returned to his lips, which he hungrily accepted.

I could feel him hard and twitching underneath me as I straddled him. He wanted this, even if he was afraid. I slid my hand across this chest and pulled out of the kiss so he could see my face. “You’re safe with me, Ben.” I whispered. “All of you.” I held his stare.

“It’s bad.” He said, looking over my shoulder.

I touched his cheek to bring his eyes back to mine. “I can’t promise that I won’t be shocked or angry when I see them. But I promise I will move and touch you only where you feel comfortable.”

Ben took my hand from his face and kissed my palm before he moved it back to the buttons of his shirt. His eyes still looked worried, but he gave me a nod anyway. His hands roamed up and down my back as I undid his shirt. I kept eye contact with him the whole time I worked on the buttons. I opened his shirt without looking down at this chest and pressed my naked breasts to his skin. His arms circled around me as I kissed him.

I put my hands at his stomach and slowly moved my hands over the ridges of his abs and across his chest. I felt the scars under my hands, but he didn’t stop me from exploring his body. I traced the lines of his collar bone to his shoulders, pushing the dress shirt off, exposing the skin. I kissed down his neck and onto his shoulders, reaching my arms around him and splaying my hands wide across his back. He flinched, and I stopped.

“It’s okay,” he whispered breathlessly into my ear. “It doesn’t hurt. It just startles me that I can feel you across my back sometimes.” He leaned his head against mine and sucked in his breath as I ran my hand across his skin. I’d touched every inch of his back and chest, I kissed his shoulders and started to kiss down his chest.

“Lie down,” I pushed on him gently, and he did as I asked. I was still straddling him as he lay down, his bare chest exposed to me. I didn’t worry about the scars or how many of them there were. I focused on the sound of his breathing, the way his breath shuddered when he felt something he liked. My hands reached his belt, and I undid it. I unzipped his pants and slowly slid off of him. Standing on the floor next to the bed, he eyed me suspiciously. I ran my hands up his thighs to the waistband of his slacks. Ben lifted his hips slightly, and I pulled them and his underwear off.

I stood back and looked Ben’s body up and down. He was lean and muscular with a smattering of almost blonde hair across his chest. His chest and shoulders looked broader naked than clothed. He was covered in scars. Everything from small nicks to horrendous whip marks that made me wish I had killed George when I’d had the chance. His d**k was thick and lay rigid on his lower abdomen. I licked my lips as I took in one of the finest looking men I’d ever laid eyes on.

Ben’s discomfort at being stared at came through the bond. He propped himself up on his elbows to look at me. His face was turning red, and he opened his mouth to say something that I knew was going to sound like an apology. I stepped closer to him, trailing my fingers up and down his thigh.

“You’re incredible.” I whispered. His eyes shone with self-doubt. I wrapped my hand around his c**k without breaking eye contact, pushing my aura out around him as I did. He let out a sigh of satisfaction and dropped his head back on his shoulders as I massaged him. I climbed on the bed next to him without missing a stroke, bring his head up and his eyes to mine.

I leaned over him and kissed him. He put his weight on one elbow and rolled toward me so he could cup my face with his hand, keeping me captive at his mouth as he caressed my tongue with his. He moaned against my mouth, and I pulled away. I moved lower down his body. “Lie down.” I said again, with a naughty smiled.

Ben shook his head. “I want to see what you’re up to?” He said, breathing heavy.

“Me,” I gripped him tighter, pumping him a little faster. He moaned. “I’m not up to anything.” I said all innocent.

“Goddess, I hope you’re lying.” He rushed out on a breath. His hips were rocking a bit with me. He wouldn’t ask, I realized. He wanted me to suck him off, but he would never ask. I turned away from his gaze and sucked the tip of his c**k into my mouth. He sucked in his breath sharply. I teased him a little, sucking and lick at the head of his c**k until he was rolling his hips up at me and moaning. I suddenly took all of him into my mouth. He hadn’t been expecting it and gasped in surprised pleasure.

“Riley,” he moaned. He had been propped up on his elbows, but as I sucked harder and took him in deeper, he lay down on the bed, gripping fistfuls of the bedsheets. His hips twitched, like he was stifling the movement of them. It was like he was trying desperately to hold still. Ben was breathing loudly, harshly, and I felt that twitch again.

“f**k,” he breathed. “I’m gonna come.” He grunted. I gripped the bottom of his c**k, massaging as I sucked harder and faster. “Riley,” he reached for me, like he was afraid to come in my mouth. I didn’t stop. His c**k got harder, and his body tightened. “Riley, I …” I pushed my mouth down, taking all of him into my mouth till the head of his d**k tickled the back of my throat. His warm c*m filled my mouth and I swallowed it, sucking gently on him until I gotten the last of it.

I pulled my head up slowly. Ben lay still, panting. I lay down next to him and drew my fingers lightly up and down his chest. Ben was staring at the ceiling with a stunned grin on his face. “Are you okay?” I asked, propping my head in my hand, and twirling my fingers through his chest hair.

Ben looked at me. He covered my hand on his chest with his own and gave it a squeeze. “I’ve never had that before.” He said. I must have looked shocked because he laughed and shook his head. “No, I mean I’ve had blow jobs before, but they never …” his face went red.

“Did you like it?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Yeah, you can feel free to do that whenever you like.” He smiled brightly. I leaned in and kissed him. Ben wrapped his arms around me tightly and held me like that for another hour.