It Smut

Fast and Furious.

I could lie and say I didn't plan this, but I won't. I wanted him to be jealous.

The flirting started off innocently enough, him buying me a drink and small talk. But it progressed slowly. To show emphasis, I put my hands on his broad shoulders. Did I know him? No. Was I using him to make Ben jealous? Maybe.

I bat my eyelashes at him, occasionally noticing my boyfriend starring at me with malice, as if daring me to continue. I propose the last straw was when I got close with the man, acting wasted. He held my hip with one hand tightly, probably thinking he was going to score.

Not long after, a strong hand put itself on my shoulder.

"Bevy, who's this?"

Ben's voice floated into my ears, catching me off guard.

"No one! Just a really, really cute guy!", I shrugged. The man beamed with pride. That, apparently, was the wrong answer. I turned to see Ben fuming, "We're leaving."

Nodding, I gathered my things, giving the man one last wink before leaving with Ben.

The ride home was quicker than normal, but I knew the reason. I kept my head down, knowing my plan was working.

Our sex life was vanilla. Great, but boring. I knew that pissing off Ben was a way to get what I wanted. I wanted him to put me on my knees, make me beg for everything I wanted. Jealousy was a way to make his brain tick, I was just abusing that advantage.

My mind clouded with lust, imagining the things he could do to me.

Before I knew it, we were at our shared apartment.

"Go inside, bedroom.", Ben muttered to me. I complied, getting out of the vehicle and going into our apartment. I tediously took off my heals, sauntering to the bedroom, closing the door when I entered.

A few minutes pass before the door is opened, my head cocking up quickly to see Ben. His hair messy from running his fingers through it so often, those same fingers that tugged his clothes off slowly.

His tan skin was gorgeous, it complimented his dark locks and eyes beautifully. He made his way to the bed, staring down at me.

I suddenly felt my confidence falter as he glared daggers into my eyes. Needing to break the silence, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

I trapped his lips in a fiery embrace, my tongue fighting against his for dominance.

I lost.

My hands were being tied together as we were messily kissing. His soft, black tie wrapped around my wrists. It wasn't too tight, I could break free if I wanted. If.

Next thing I know, my legs were spread. My short dress rode up my legs, scrunching at the middle of my thighs, revealing my lace panties covering my dripping cunt.

Ben slipped onto his knees, his warm breath ghosting over my inner thighs, making me shiver. He moved my panties to the side, smirking to himself. My hand made itself down to Ben's hair, tugging on it softly, eliciting a small groan from the latter.

"Hands off, you certainly used your hands a lot to touch that guy at the bar."

He knew it didn't mean anything, that it was just a play to get his attention. If he didn't, I wouldn't be soaking wet with him licking at my clit torturously.

My hands moved to the comforter, squeezing it tightly from arousal. He began eating me out with purpose, his tongue occasionally moving to suck on my clit or my inner thighs. Wet sounds and my moans resonated throughout our apartment. I felt my high creeping up on me, embarrassingly quick. My voice came out small, barely able to whimper what I needed to say.

"I'm c- fuck! I'm close.."

He suddenly stopped, making me cry out in disapproval. I plopped back on the bed, covering my eyes, not noticing Ben undressing. It wasn't until I felt him move my legs onto his shoulders that I looked at him. His massive hands engulfed my thighs, wrapping around them. The head of his cock teased me, rubbing against my entrance with slow, steady motions. I opened my mouth to ask him to enter, all I got was a slap in the face.

Strange thing was, I liked it. My cheek stung and I whimpered out, getting impossibly more aroused.

"Shut up, little whores don't get to talk."

His eyes matched his words, dark and sharp. My head involuntarily nodded, as if drawn to being obedient.

With that, he slowly pushed in, leaving me breathless. Deep groans were heard from Ben. He was bigger than average, thicker too. I didn't always need lube for his cock, almost as if it was the perfect size for me.

The second he bottomed out, I was babbling nonsense. I always got dick-stupid whenever he fucked me, only thinking about his huge cock pounding into me.

I felt one of his hands move to my breasts, breaking them free from the dress by folding the top down. He toyed with my nipples as he began thrusting, soft uhn uhn uhn sounds leaving my spit covered lips with every snap of his hips. His hand moved up to my throat, cupping my cheek. Ben's thumb rubbed at my lower lip, which I gladly took inside my mouth. I sucked on the digit while looking him directly in the eyes, moaning on it.

That's when he got faster, moving at an animalistic pace. His hand left my face, moving down to slap my inner thigh. Gasps were pulled for me from every strike, I couldn't get enough. It all felt too much, but I wanted, no, needed more. I grabbed his other hand and placed it on my throat, silently asking him to choke me. Luckily, he got the point and squeezed the sides of my neck, maneuvering his other hand to roughly play with my clit.

I lost it, screaming out mixtures between Ben's name and praises. The coil in my stomach began to build, I could tell Ben was close too. The way he got faster, his breathing became more labored.

Before long, I came on his cock. Pure bliss. I felt weightless. It was over too quick, the pain of overstimulation creeping up. Luckily, Ben pulled out, stroking himself. I sat up, wanting his hot cum on my face. He held onto my hair tightly with his other hand while he came, groaning out a quick "Beverly!"

We panted, needing to catch our breaths. Next thing I know, I'm being carried to the bathroom for aftercare. We'll have to talk later about things we might be into, but for now, I'm going to let Ben spoil me, as he always did after sex.

I love him.