He (22 M) picked on me (22 F) at school. When we grew up I used him for orgasms [MF] (Part 2)

**Part 2: Ben’s house**

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“You want a drink or something?” Ben asks, fumbling with his keys as he locks his front door behind us. I start walking up the stairs without asking for directions.

“Or something,” I say, turning halfway up the stairs and leaning against the bannister. I let a dress strap fall down on one shoulder and watch his eyes follow it. “You coming?” I ask, grinning and biting on the end of my thumb.

“Sorry–” Ben says, laughing and rubbing his hands dramatically over his face. “You want to go to my bedroom? With me? Right now? Alone?”

I shrug the shoulder he’d been looking at and continue walking upstairs. “Not if you keep dawdling.”

Immediately, Ben runs up the stairs behind me and swoops me off the floor on the upstairs hallway. My stomach balancing on his shoulder, I let out a small shriek and giggle.

“I think I could have found it without the lift,” I say as he carries me into his large bedroom. A brown leather sofa sits in front of a wall mounted TV. When he places me on my feet, I go and perch on it, kicking my heels onto the floor. Ben sits beside me, his head resting against the armrest so that he faces me. He watches me with a small smile. “What?” I ask.

“You’re sexy,” he says bluntly. “You were always cute, but…”

I roll my eyes.

“You’re sexy now too.”

“Shut up,” I laugh, sitting on my knees. My dress hitches up my thighs and his eyes rest there for a few moments before travelling up towards my chest. I watch him watching me and the room is quiet. Ben bites his lip.

“C’mere,” he says.

I shake my head. “No thanks. I’m quite comfortable here.”

Ben laughs, “Pain in the arse,” he says, crawling over to me and pressing his lips to mine. They’re full and soft and our tongues find each other with ease, moving slowly. Ben hums against my mouth and runs his hands up along my hips, my waist, my ribcage, slipping around to my chest. I moan softly into his mouth and he kisses me harder, smiling against my mouth. I break the kiss.

“What are you grinning at?”

“I just can’t believe I’m kissing you,” he says, looking amused. “Twelve-year-old me would be buzzing.”

“Twelve-year-old you wasn’t very pleasant. Tell him to simmer down.” Pulling him back in, I lead his wrists back to where they were previously resting on my boobs. He squeezes before taking the straps of my dress into his hands and pulling it down over my chest. He feels my bare breasts in his large hands and pinches my nipples gently and I shiver. Ben leans back a little and looks down at my exposed skin.

“Fucking…” He bites his lip and smiles widely. “I have won the lottery. Look at them,” he says.

“You talk too much,” I tell him, pushing him back onto the sofa. He’s so tall that his whole body won’t fit so his legs rest on the ground instead. I straddle his hips and pull his shirt off. “Now we’re even,” I tell him, moving down his body so that I can kiss him slowly from his chest to the waistband of his jeans. The closer I get, the harder he breathes. I pop the button and lick the space above his boxers slowly. I can feel him already rock hard under his clothes.

“Do you wanna go to the bed?” He asks and I reach up to press a finger to his lips before pulling his jeans and boxers down. His cock springs free and slaps against the bottom of his stomach. I feel a small growl escape my lips. I kiss the skin around it achingly slowly, wanting to drive him crazy, licking his skin and swirling my tongue around in circles, every now and then stopping to breathe against him, my mouth inches away from his cock. Ben groans a little, bucking his hips gently.

“You little tease.”

“Don’t know what you mean,” I say before sliding it into my mouth. Ben’s hand finds my hair and he lets out a sharp exhale. I can taste pre-cum in seconds.

“Fuck. That’s good,” he says, guiding my head as it moves up and down, my tongue swirling against the head of his penis and my hand working the shaft. I suck and gag and spit and lick and kiss it until he’s practically panting, using his hips to fuck my face, and then I stop.

“God,” he mumbles, looking down at his glistening cock and back to me. I reach behind me and slide the zipper down on my dress before standing up and letting it fall to my feet so that I’m standing in just a black lace thong. Ben swallows hard, eyes me, but doesn’t seem able to say anything.

His cock is so hard I’m practically mesmerised, taking a moment to eye it before looking back at him with a smirk.

“Why are you smirking, naughty thing?”

“I want you to make me cum before I touch you again,” I tell him, sliding my panties off and stepping out of them. Ben gives a small *oh* as he watches them go, biting the knuckle of his thumb. “You owe me,” I add playfully.

Ben chuckles. “I’m sure I can make it up to you.”

I walk past the sofa and go and lie on his bed. Ben is on my heels the whole way, and before I’ve laid down he’s already kissing me again. By the time my head hits the pillow, he has slipped two fingers into my pussy. I can tell I’m extremely wet by how easily they slide in.

Ben might have been an ass for years, but he was *hot.* I’d regrettably imagined doing something like this with him multiple times in the past, but I’d never admit that to him.

Ben grunts when his fingers are all the way in and I let out another moan, louder this time.

“You’re tight,” he mutters, kissing my jaw and fingering me through another bout of moans. He sits on his knees and presses his free hand to the bottom of my stomach. I reach down and rub my clit while he pushes his fingers in and out and his brows furrow as he watches me.

“Jesus,” he groans. “Sarah, you’ve gotta let me fuck you,” he says almost pleadingly, but I giggle and shake my head.

“I told you,” I say, stopping to suck slowly on my wet fingers. Ben groans again,

“Fuck.”

“I’m not touching you until you’ve made me cum.”

Ben’s eyes glaze with determination at my words. He slips another finger into me and uses his thumb to rub my clit, making me writhe. I instinctively grab my breasts and arch against the bed, my breath picking up some more.

His thumb circles my clit over and over. It’s dizzying. “Keep doing that,” I whimper, pressing my eyes shut and moving my hips a little so that I’m almost riding his fingers. “Don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping, beautiful,” Ben whispers, sounding serious, “You look far too fucking good like this.”

I open my eyes to look at him and he looks *hungry.* It’s almost too much. It takes all of my effort not to beg him to put his cock in me right now, but I don’t plan on giving him the satisfaction yet.

“Ben,” I moan, reaching up to claw his shoulders. He shuffles down and continues fucking me with his fingers, but replaces his thumb with his tongue, licking my clit fast and hard. I choke out a loud gasp.

“*Oh* my God.” I reach for something to hold onto and only find his hair. Ben draws sloppy, greedy circles on me with his tongue and before long I’m cumming so hard that my head jolts away from the pillow. I’m writhing and whimpering and moaning and shaking, toes curling, and then I’m breathing hard, moaning softly, and standing up.

“Where are you going?” Ben laughs as I slide my dress back up my body. I smile at him, blinking my big eyes like butter wouldn’t melt.

“Oh I see,” he looks amused, his hand slowly stroking himself as he watches me, leaning back on one elbow. “You’ve got what you wanted and now you’re leaving, right?”

“Well, you haven’t made up for it yet. Maybe next time.”

Ben half laughs, half groans, falling back onto the bed. “You are killing me,” he says. I pick up my underwear from the floor, walking over to him and pressing my wet panties into his fist.

“A souvenir,” I say, kissing his cheek before I leave.

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