Smash and Grab

Chapter 3. Ben

I struggle to keep my thoughts on the dimly lit path leading up to the small cabins, one of which is my room for the night. It’s been a struggle all evening. Thoughts of dancing with Smash, holding her close, feeling the natural way her body responded to mine made it so I never actually got wasted tonight like I’d wanted. I’m still just buzzed, but it’s enough that I need to take my time maneuvering up the uneven path in the dark so I don’t make an even bigger fool of myself than I did nearly kissing her on the dance floor.

“Ben?” I turn to see her approaching me. She’s either my salvation or my downfall, and right now, I’m not sure I care which it is. I’d managed to avoid her after our moment on the dance floor, knowing it would only end badly, but now she’s standing in front of me looking absolutely ravishable. “Can I walk with you back to the rooms?”

“Walk with me?” The nagging thought that this is a bad idea tries to cut through the alcohol fog in my brain.

“Yeah, walk with you,” she smiles at me and it goes straight to my d*ck. His vote is definitely a thumbs up for walking next to her, and unfortunately, it takes enough blood away from my brain that I forget why it’d be a bad idea to be alone with this girl, in a romantic and isolated setting. “Unless you don’t like my company.”

“No! I mean yes! I mean,” I rub my hand over my shaved head and wince at her. I’m a goner. “Yes, you can walk with me. I like your company,” maybe I like it a little too much.

We start making our way side by side up to the cabins, and I look down at her feet incased in strappy high heeled sandals. I’m having a hard enough time navigating the path in my sensible shoes. “How are you doing that?” I ask suddenly.

She glances at me out of the corner of her eye and her lips twitch in amusement. “You’ll have to be more specific. What am I doing?”

“Walking in those heels like you’re… I don’t know,” I rack my inebriated brain looking for the right word, “floating or something!”

She laughs softly, and I have to say I’m relieved it’s not some girlish giggle. The sound is throaty and husky, yet still intensely feminine. “I have hidden talents.”

Four words. That’s all it takes for every last drop of blood in my body to be directed to my pants. I try to remember all the reasons I’d told myself earlier to convince me not to go anywhere near this vixen, but at the moment none of them seem to matter. I want her. I want to know what other hidden talents she has.

We walk in silence the rest of the short distance to the cabins that are each lit with a small porch light, tiny moths flitting around the lights like fairies in the moonlight. I’m in the third one down the line, but Smash stops in front of the second one. “This is me,” she says softly, not making an attempt to go inside, and I stand frozen in front of her. I should keep walking. I should tell her goodnight and take my drunk ass to bed. “Ben? How drunk are you?”

“Drunk enough to know I want you. Not drunk enough to say it out loud.” Sh*t, did I just say that out loud? Her shocked expression tells me I did. Cr*p.

We’re standing close, too close. I should step back, get some space to breathe. Whatever I do, I shouldn’t do what I desperately want to do. Her body shifts, almost imperceptibly, her breasts gently rub across my chest, and I wonder if she did it on purpose. Does she know the power she holds over me? The light touch is enough to light a fire within me, and without questioning this feeling anymore, my lips crash into hers in a passionate, demanding kiss. My hands settle low on her hips, pulling her against me while my body pins her to the door. Her fingers are hard on my shoulders and she returns the kiss with just as much desperation as I feel.

Reaching behind her, she opens the door and we tumble into the room, our hands moving in drunken clumsiness attempting to undo buttons and lower zippers all while our tongues tangle together. Her warm finger tips brush over my n*pples as she pushes my shirt off my shoulders, and I shiver in response. I push the straps of her dress down and the silky fabric glides down to pool at her feet. Wanting- needing to look at her, I step back and let my eyes take all of her in.

She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Standing in front of me in a black lacy thong and matching strapless bra, she’s every fantasy I’ve ever had. Toned, yet soft, muscular, yet curvy. I want to touch and taste every inch of her skin. As my eyes slowly roam over her, trying to commit this moment to memory, I linger on a purple bruise marring her right hip.

“Geez! Are you ok?” I ask quietly, wondering who hurt her and if I could have a moment alone with the assh*le.

She squirms under my scrutiny, obviously uncomfortable with the change of attitude, but for some reason, I feel intensely protective of her. “I’m fine,” she shrugs, “hazards of the game.” I narrow my eyes at her, not understanding, and she fidgets again. “Ben, I’m going to lose my nerve and my buzz if you keep looking at me like that,” she says softly as she reaches up and unhooks her bra. It joins her dress on the floor and my mouth runs dry at the sight of her perfect breasts, the bruise on her hip all but forgotten.

I close the distance between us, capturing her mouth again and rekindling the heat that had been growing before I was distracted. Like everything else about her body, her breasts fit my large hands perfectly and she gives a little mewl of pleasure when I pinch her rapidly tightening n*pples between my fingers.

She backs up, her hands on the waistband of my pants, dragging me with her while she undoes the fly until the backs of her knees hit the bed and she sits, pushing my pants and boxers down as she does. My er*ction springs free, nearly hitting her in the face, and she licks her lips at the sight of it. Grasping the base of my d*ck in one hand, she leans forward and runs her tongue along my shaft. I watch, mesmerized, as she takes me in her mouth, working her tongue over the wide head, and sucking gently. She uses her hand to stroke what she can’t fit in her mouth, and I’m in heaven. I watch her head bob along my rod, my fingers lightly stroking her hair. She hums deep in her throat, the vibrations are almost enough to make me c*m, and I realize her other hand is rubbing between her legs, underneath her panties.

Knowing I won’t last long if I let her keep going like this, I push her back onto the bed, crawling between her muscular thighs and pulling her sopping wet thong off her. Her blue eyes have darkened with lust as she watches me, and I smile at her before licking her slit from her ass to her cl*t in one long, slow, torturous move. Her head falls back on a moan, lifting her hips towards me, giving even better access to her sweet honey pot. I slip a finger inside her, rubbing her sensitive walls while using my tongue to lap up her juices and flick her cl*t. Her hips move to the rhythm set by my mouth and finger, her moans filling the room and I know she’s close. I add a second finger and begin pumping her in earnest.

“Come for me, baby,” I command and she unravels instantly. She cries out her pleasure, her hips grinding into my hand. Her org*sm is intense, her p*ssy contracting on my fingers, trying to draw them even deeper inside her. The way she reacts so earnestly makes me wonder how far she’d be willing to go. She’d look amazing tied up, her ass pink from my hand or a paddle.

I wait until she starts coming down from her cl*max before lining myself up at her entrance. Her eyes meet mine when she feels me nudging between her swollen lips. I run the tip of my p*nis along her folds, coating myself in her sweet juices and teasing both of us before finally, as slowly as I can, I push inside her. Her hips raise to meet me until I’m fully sheathed in her cocoon of warmth. A soft satisfied sigh breaks through her lips and her eyes close in surrender to the sensations.

I start moving, slowly at first, building both of us up. Her moans are like music to my ears. Soon, she’s clutching the bed sheets in her fists, crying out for me, a thin sheen of perspiration coats our bodies. I cup one of her perfect breasts in my hand, kneading the firm flesh gently before rolling the rigid n*pple between my fingers. I give it a light pinch and she gasps, her back arching slightly. I pinch it a little harder, testing how much she wants. How much she’ll take. She moans as my fingers tighten, and I smile. She likes that little bite of pain. She couldn’t get any more perfect.

Her p*ssy is starting to twitch around me, her cries breathless and desperate. I thrust into her harder and faster, the wet slap as our bodies come together echoing in my ears. I can’t hold back any longer, my release can’t be denied. I grunt as I spill into her, feeling her squeeze me as she c*ms.

Completely spent, I collapse on the bed next to her and hold her close while our breathing evens out and our heartrates slow back to normal. I can’t keep my eyes open, and as I drift off to sleep, I breathe in her scent. For the first time in a long time, I feel content. Maybe even happy. It’s a strange feeling after such a long period of feeling nothing more than bitterness. Maybe Smash is the angel I needed.