Worth Something

Ten

"Why don't we play a game?" Danny smiled. I barely knew Danny, though it felt like I'd known him forever under the influence of alcohol. I realised why they drank the stuff all the time.

"Too hot to handle. It's where two players make out until the other ends up touching them. The winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser," Danny looked at Ben and I.

"You'll be judging that then," Ben glared at Danny. "I'm a taken man Ben, I would never."

"Like that's stopped you before," Ben muttered to himself. Danny got up and headed towards the door. "Talking of me being taken, I'm off. Don't get too aggressive Ben," Danny winked.

Ben and I stood up and he leaned down to kiss me. His lip ring pushing against my gentle lips. The kiss was hot, and Ben was doing everything he could to turn me on. A few minutes into the kiss things had been heating up.

I was desperate to win, just to know that I could beat him at something. Show him how it's done. I bit down hard at Bens lip and it bled. "Fucking bitch," I heard him mutter. I could see the eagerness in his eyes to just grab me, but he resisted again.

Ben started to walk me up against a wall. His head pushed me against the wall, my body was craving his friction. I needed him to hold me against the wall, I needed him against this wall.

I was running out of ideas, and I was craving him. I couldn't resist the temptation anymore. "Fuck it," I wrapped my arms around him. Ben chuckled to himself and wrapped his arms around my back.

He slipped his hand lower and squeezed my butt. This was so wrong, but it felt so fucking right. I arched my back, the friction I was craving from him was intense.

But then he eased himself away, it annoyed me at first. "Have you forgotten about the rules of the game, Evie?"

I remembered, if I lost, he'd get to do whatever he wanted with me. Which made me feel vulnerable, but Bens dominance had me turned on, I didn't care anymore.

"I'm going to fuck you," he said sharply. His words made me more wet by the second, the tone in his voice was irresistible.

"So fuck me," I growled, pulling him closer to me. We took a moment of eye contact before he had me trapped under his grip against the wall.

He pulled off his own top, and then mine. He started to kiss at my breasts, and unhooked my bra while doing so. He slid it off, but really there was no need for foreplay, I was already so fucking turned on.

"You're gorgeous," he came back up to my lips and kissed me. I began to unbutton my jeans and pulled them off. Ben saw my thong. I had to wear it for ballet though, otherwise you can see through my leotard.

I knelt down on the floor and unbuttoned Bens jeans. His erect member sprung out in front of my face. He wasn't wearing underwear to my surprise. He stepped out of his jeans. As I was about to start giving him a blowjob he yanked my hair and pulled me up.

He kissed me deeply again. "The rules say I get to do what I want with you. I told you what I wanted," he said between kisses.

"Tell me again," I said between kisses.

"I told you I wanted to fuck you," he massaged my breast, and pulled me close to him by my waist.

"Then fuck me," I danced my eyes from his member back to his lips. He spun me around and held my hands against the wall. He kicked open my legs.

I felt his member push inside of me. He went slow, so I adjusted to his size. I moaned with his slow thrusts, almost hissing. Ben picked up his pace, and started going faster.

My clitoris was practically aching for attention, and I was very grateful that Ben realised that. He removed one of his hands and began rubbing it right where I needed it.

"Fuck, Ben!" I couldn't help myself from moaning. He was going deep, fast and the clitoral sensations he was giving me made me wonder why I hadn't done this sooner.

I felt myself come, and my fluid leaked all over Ben.

Fuck, what've I just done?