Ben Affleck | The Square Affair

(to) go down on sb.

(YN) was reading the newspaper Henry had brought in. She absently raised her hand to her mouth that was holding the peeled banana and bit a piece off. She was oblivious of the two men glancing at her. It was not until (YN) looked up to reach for her mug that she became aware of the two pairs of eyes on her. To her left, Henry cleared his throat showing uneasy embarrassment of being caught staring and quickly picked up his fork to begin eating. To her right, however, Ben continued his shameless gaze.

"Stop staring," (YN) said, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I'm not staring."

"Is there something wrong then?" (YN) asked with feigned perplexity. She knew very well why Ben couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Apart from the banana between your lips instead of my dick? Nope, all good," he said, grinning, "Right, Henry?" (YN)'s jaw dropped open and Henry choked on whatever he had wanted to swallow when he heard Ben's casual words.

"For fuck's sake, Ben, I'm trying to eat here," Henry said after having recovered. "Come on, man. Don't tell me you weren't thinking the exact same thing. I saw you staring at her." Henry's and (YN)'s eyes met briefly. He brought his glass to his face and mumbled something unintelligible that sounded like "I wasn't staring" before taking a gulp of his water.

"I bet you were thinking about her words from last night," Ben continued, "What exactly did you say again, (YN)?" She knew what she had said, but was unable to find her voice, too stunned by his boldness. "I'm sure you remember," he pressed, "no need to be shy now." But (YN)'s silence had nothing to do with shyness. Her mind was flooded with pictures of her going down on both Ben and Henry at the same time and it left her mouth parched.

"I'll help you along. You said you liked to swallow, didn't you?" Ben smiled his signature crooked smile. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head like he had just won an argument. (YN) gulped and slowly nodded her head. "Care to prove it and return our favor?"

(YN) looked to Henry. He seemed to be a little unsure of the situation himself. It was easy to have some fun in a threesome while alcohol was flowing through your system, washing away all decency. She glimpsed down at Henry's crotch before her eyes moved back up to his face; she noticed that his eyes were fixed on her lips.

"Henry?" (YN) managed to break through his haze. "Er. . . Yes?" Henry's voice was higher than usual.

"Do you . . . want me to return the favor?"

He blew out a small breath and rubbed the back of his neck. (YN) got a glimpse of his arm muscles constricting in the process. "I'm not turning down a blowjob if that's what you're asking." He chuckled. "And offering." There was a brief silence in which (YN) decided whether she should go through with it or not. There were no strings attached. Just a woman hanging out with two celebrities hard to resist while indulging in some pleasure. Yeah, right. Even to (YN) that sounded totally made up--too unreal to be true, but also too unreal not to make the most of.

"I can't believe I'm saying this," (YN) laughed and inhaled deeply, "but I am." She pushed her chair back and got up, holding her hand out to Henry. The smiles he always gave her were different from the ones she received from Ben: Henry's smiles were sweet and infectious whereas Ben's smiles were more ambiguous and mysterious. (YN) liked either one.

Henry took her hand, rose to his feet and let her guide him over to where Ben was still sitting. Ben's face twisted with confusion.

"I wasn't planning on neglecting you, Ben," (YN) said sweetly and sank to her knees in front of both men. That seemed to shut them up. She reached for Henry's clothes first, pulling down both the shorts and boxers he was wearing down his toned legs where they pooled at his feet. His member was already slightly erect, and while (YN) was unbuttoning Ben's jeans with her left hand, her right hand started jerking Henry to get him hard. She admired them for not finding any of this awkward--or at least not letting any embarrassment show. Then again, they had probably seen each other naked plenty of times. (YN) pushed her thoughts away and started working the two men. She folded her right hand around Henry's hard-on and took its tip into her mouth, drawing little circles with her tongue on top of it. Henry instantly reached for (YN)'s face to caress her cheek.

Her left hand did a few languid up and down strokes to get Ben going, but he barely paid any attention to her slow movements. Instead, (YN)'s playful tongue pleasuring Henry engrossed him. She gently started suckling on Henry's head, her tongue not failing to add some extra sensations. His mouth stood open as he looked down at her, soft groans escaping him every now and then. (YN) tenderly ran her left thumb over Ben's tip, becoming aware of his pre-cum. She spread it some more before sliding her fist over his erection firmly. It wasn't easy to focus on Henry and Ben equally, but (YN) apparently did a satisfactory job given that both men were moaning from her touch.

When she started bobbing her head to take Henry's cock all the way into her mouth she felt Ben's shaft twitch between her fingers. (YN) therefore gripped his penis firmly in her hand and kept a tight hold as she moved her fist up and down his shaft, eager to please them to the same extent. She wanted to make them come one by one though so that she could swallow twice, keeping her word.

It was Henry's turn first. (YN) massaged his tip with her tongue and lips, using a lot of pressure. Her hand on Ben became lazy for the time being while her hand on Henry's dick increased its movement. Henry's breathing got heavy and he threw his head back, humming quietly when he finally came, allowing (YN) to swallow his cum. She panted slightly but didn't waste any time to shuffle between Ben's legs next. "Your turn," she said with a small grin before lowering her head to his crotch and letting her mouth skillfully get him to release as well.

(YN) leaned back, sat on her knees and ran the palm of her hand over her lips, wiping away the small amount of saliva and cum that had accumulated around her mouth. Henry had already slid his clothes back up his legs. He handed her a napkin before holding out both of his hands in order to help her get up from the floor. (YN) let Henry pull her to her feet. She stood there feeling a little awkward, but Ben, who had also redressed properly, quickly wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled (YN) onto his lap. His arms snaked around her waist and he pulled her close. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, planting a soft kiss to her skin that tickled because of his stubble. (YN) giggled and squirmed in Ben's hold. "Stop," she complained and tried to push against his chest. He loosened his grip and allowed her to create some space between the two of them. (YN) placed her arms on top of Ben's shoulders and smiled at him shyly.

"How do you always manage to do that?" Ben asked, causing (YN) to frown. "Do what?" she wondered. Ben chuckled. "Going from lustful to embarrassed within moments. You just shamelessly sucked me and Henry and now here you are blushing because you're sitting on my lap." (YN) pressed her lips together and averted her eyes from Ben's. "I don't want you to think I'm some kind of whore," she admitted sheepishly. He furrowed his brows. "You're not saying this because I called you a whore yesterday, are you? I wasn't serious. That was just me talking dirty."

"No, I know. It's just. . . I've never done anything like this. Sleeping with a man I barely know. An older one at that. And. . . you know."

"Hey," Ben started, taking (YN)'s chin between his fingers to make her look at him. "I told you I'd allay your hunger. We're just having fun." (YN) laughed.

"Speaking of which," Henry who had listened in on their conversation, piped up, "What are our plans for today? I have to be at the airport by 8, but I'm already packed so let's go do something before that, yeah?"

Ben looked around (YN). "What do you have in mind?"

"Show me the city? You always go on about how beautiful Savannah is. I'd like to see for myself. Let's go downtown."

After finishing breakfast without any further interruptions, (YN), Ben and Henry got inside Ben's silver Land Rover LR4. "You sure this car won't draw any unnecessary attention to us?" (YN) teased from the passenger seat. The car was too cliche not to reveal celebrities when its doors would open. The only thing it missed was the typical black color. Ben just grinned at her and shifted the gear lever into "Reverse" to back out of the garage.

During the drive Henry was busy with answering emails on his phone while (YN) was watching the passing landscape, switching radio stations every once in a while. Ben had put his right hand over (YN)'s left knee and inattentively brushed his thumb over her jeans. She liked how he was doing it without thinking about it, as if it was normal for them to be in the car together--almost like a couple, but (YN) knew she couldn't afford to think that way, let alone start having actual romantic feelings for Ben. They were screwing, nothing more.

Right?