Time After Time~Ben Hardy

Chapter 17

Alli's POV

**slight smut warning**

I was slammed against the wall in the midst of a steamy kiss. I reached behind me and unzipped my dress. Ben pulled the straps from my shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor below us. He had me up against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist. He lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room. I placed my hand under his chin as we melted into another kiss.

I backed Ben up onto the bed and straddled over him. Our tongues still fought each other as my hand felt down the middle of his chest to the front of his jeans. I undid the button and the zipper with one hand and pulled them down over his hips.

He kicked his jeans off and rolled me over so he was over top of me now. His hand met the waist of my underwear. At this point, I was busting for him to do something to me. I'd been craving sex like crazy for the past few weeks, but Matt wanted to save that until our honeymoon.

He stopped what he was doing. "Are you sure you want this?" He asked me.

"Y-yeah. Do you want this?" I asked him back. 

He shook his head yes. I let him pull my underwear off, and he quickly took his off, too. He climbed back on top of me and kissed me one more time before he entered inside me. 

As he pushed and pulled out, I moaned and groaned. I gripped the bedsheets as he pleasured me for what seemed to be a short amount of time.

When we finished, we cuddled up next to each other and fell asleep.

The next morning

I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes. My head was throbbing and I felt sick. I saw the bedsheets move beside me.

"Oh-oh my—" I jumped out of bed.

Ben sat up and stretched. "What?"

My heart sunk. "W-why are you here? What are you doing in my bed?"

"Alli, you—you don't remember what happened last night?" He stood up.

"No. We -we didn't...ya know...did we?"

"Umm...yeah, maybe a little bit." He looked to the ground.

"Fuck." I whispered to myself. I sat back down on the bed and put my head in my hands. "Ben, you have to swear you won't tell anyone. This is our own little secret."

"B-but what about us? What does this mean for us?" He sat down beside me.

"Nothing. We're friends."

"But you seemed pretty excitable last night, and you know what they say. A drunk person tends to do things they wouldn't do if they were sober."

"Oh please, that's a myth. Now go away, he can't know you were here."

He got up and left without saying another word. I couldn't help but feel bad for him. What I did was wrong and I probably really did confuse him.

But I'm marrying Matt, and that's final. Our secret will stay a secret *hopefully* forever.