Chapter Three — Marissa
I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't help loading some of Ben's sex tapes that night while I'm home alone. I need to be prepared for this, I remind myself. As assistant press agent, there are going to be times when I need to do cleanup work when the team's reputation is at stake. And with Ben's bad-boy attitudes, he's definitely going to be at the crux of nearly every issue.
His sex tapes are an open secret amongst the industry. He and some of his teammates had drunkenly decided one night to see how many of them could sleep with team groupies and post videos online of themselves in the act. And Ben, of course, being the wild person that he is, has already posted a dozen of them.
I settle in to watch one of them, clicking at random because I honestly wouldn't even know the first thing about choosing pornography.
It's a bit strange watching Ben sashay back to the bed and climb on top of a woman with blonde hair and startlingly blue eyes. But to be truthful, I'm not really noticing the woman that much. I'm too busy staring at the strong planes of Ben's shoulders, at the way all that bulk narrows into slim hips before rounding out into a firm behind. It's the same things that I saw back in the hallway at work, but there's something about seeing him in a sexual position that just…
I can already feel my panties dampening a little, and suddenly I'm imagining that it's me there underneath him, that he's raking his teeth across my earlobe and sucking a line of kisses down my neck, while his fingers lightly tease my nipples into full erectness.
I hurriedly pause the video, going upstairs into my bedroom and pulling the shoebox down out of the top of my closet. Inside is my one sex toy that I use when the lust gets to be a little too much. I got it when a friend of mine was hosting one of those girl night-in type party. There were all types of dildos, lubes, straps, and blindfolds at the party. I just got the rabbit vibrator because I didn’t have anyone to try out the other toys. I felt a little shy even then.
The pink vibrator stimulated my clit—even though I have a feeling, from how desperate I already am, that it isn't going to take much before I'm falling over the edge into a very incredible orgasm.
Armed with my toy, I go back down to the couch and take my pants off, sitting down wearing just my pink, cotton panties.
I turn on the vibrator and start out just using it on the outside of my panties, watching as Ben's lips traversed the entirety of the woman's body. Then, he suddenly flips them around so that she's on top of him, and in one fluid motion, he has his cock buried fully inside of her.
I groan and shove my panties off, desperate for that same feeling of relief that the girl must be having at that moment. I push the vibrator harder against my clit, going a little too fast, and I shudder at the speed. But I don't have the patience for that at the moment, not with the way Ben is groaning and thrusting his hips up into her. Anyway, I'm wet enough that it shouldn't really matter—and I'm getting slicker by the second thanks to the way Ben's eyes suddenly slip around until he is looking directly at me through the screen.
I mewl softly as he continues to lock eyes with me, his mouth falling slightly open as though his pleasure is ratcheting up at the same rate that mine is.
His thrusts are firm and practiced, and the woman cries out in time with them, her head falling back. But it's Ben that I'm focused on. I can tell that he's getting close to his own orgasm by the way his fingers clench against the woman's hips, by the way he licks his lips slowly and then squeezes his eyes shut for just the briefest of moments.
“Come for me,” he growls, and that's my undoing. I can feel my pussy clenching around the vibrator—clenching and releasing, pulsing and wet. And suddenly, my entire body falls slack against the couch, stress eroding from places I hadn't even known existed. My eyes fall shut, and I lay like that, unable to move for a moment, listening as Ben gasps out what must be his own orgasm on the screen.
And just like that, it's over. The video finishes and everything is silent in my house, except for the way I'm still trying to catch my breath. It takes me a long moment to open my eyes again—even longer to blink away the after-images from the video.
I feel totally fucked out, as though I haven't just brought myself off on my own. And god, I can only imagine the things that Ben might actually do to me, if I would only let him.
But unfortunately, that can never happen; Mark and the guys in HR were extremely clear about that. One slip and it was grounds for immediate termination. I can't blame them, but it does make me wish…
Well, that doesn't matter.
I regretfully close out of the video and close the computer, heading upstairs to take a shower before I go to bed.