Misbehaving (7 page)

Beatriz turned around in the bathtub to face Ben on her hands and knees. She kissed him long and deep and his wet hands dug deep into her hair.

“I won’t make you fuck me again,” she said, smiling against his lips. “But I wanted to kiss this gorgeous face.”

“
Make
me fuck you again? Anything but that,” he said. “I have a better idea.”

He grabbed her around the waist and sat her on the edge of the tub. She leaned back as he pushed open her legs.

“Wait,” she said as he started to touch her.

“Wait?”

“We need the book.”

“I know how to go down on a woman. I don’t need a book to tell me.”

“Yes, but we’re doing this for the book review. We have to at least read the chapter on it before we do it so I can use it in the article.”

Ben sighed and put his face in the water for a second. Beatriz grabbed him by the back of the hair and forced his face out of the water.

“You stay there,” she said to him. “I’ll get the book.”

She was gone and back in seconds. With the book in her hand she sat back on the widest edge of the tub and put her leg on the side.

“Sorry,” she said. “It’s work. You understand.”

She laughed as he groaned. God, she did love torturing this sexy man. She flipped through the book and found the page on oral sex.

“Good stuff in here,” she said. “The first part is hygiene-related. We can skip that.”

“We’re doing this in a bathtub,” Ben said as he rubbed her inner thighs. “I don’t know how much more hygienic we can get.”

“Then it says to use the fingers first.
The labia are sensitive
,” she read. “
For better or worse. Start slow by massaging the outer lips. As she grows more aroused, her labia will swell and bloom like flower petals
.”

“It does not say that.”

“It does!” She flipped the book around and pointed at a sentence.

“So it does. Flower massage it is then.” Ben cupped her between her legs and she pushed into his hand. He moved in closer and knelt between her wide-open thighs. With both hands he massaged her vulva from the back of her thighs to her clitoris. Before she knew it, she had started to pant again.

“Okay, that does feel really good.”

“Are you blooming?” Ben asked.

“Spring has sprung.”

Through half-closed eyes, Beatriz watched Ben’s fingers stroking her skin.

“What else does the book say?”

She lifted the book again and read.

“It says,
Spread the vaginal lips open with the fingertips. Lick the vagina from the base to the clitoris. Go slowly. Ask her to tell you what feels the best and focus most of your attention there
.”

“Good advice,” Ben said as he used his thumbs to spread her wet folds open wide. He dipped his head between her legs and licked her as the book instructed. Beatriz moaned as his tongue slid across her, up and down and up again. “You taste amazing,” he said.

“You feel amazing.”

He pushed his tongue in deeper. She felt it burrowing into her, and all she wanted to do was throw her legs wider and wider to welcome him.

“What feels good?” Ben asked as his lips pressed a burning kiss into her entire clitoral region.

“That,” she gasped. “Right there.”

He ran his tongue around her clitoris in slow circles before sucking it between his lips. Beatriz searched for something to hold on to, something to grip to steady herself. She found nothing but Ben so she held on to him. Wrapping her hands around his wrists, she clung to him as his mouth did miraculous things to her. She wanted to beg for more, wanted to beg him to put his cock in her again, but she restrained herself. First of all, they were both slightly sore from all the sex. And second, she couldn’t believe how good he was at going down on her. She might have to put a note in her review that no matter how good a sex book was, it could never beat having a partner who knew what he was doing.

And damn, Ben knew what he was doing.

Ben slipped a hand between her legs and slid one finger inside her. He tickled her from the inside out and she squirmed with pleasure. He dug inside her until he found that one spot that always made her wince with ecstasy when touched.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Keep doing that.”

“Until my tongue falls off,” he said before kissing her again with renewed enthusiasm.

Everything inside Beatriz started to tighten. Tighter…tighter…the pleasure was so acute it almost hurt. She felt the pleasure building like water against a dam, pleasure and pressure building. She put her hands on the side of the tub and lifted herself a few inches up, her body wanting, needing, to rise as waves of need washed over her.

Finally the dam broke and with a loud cry she came hard in Ben’s mouth. The orgasm shook her whole body and dissipated slowly.

Ben sat up on his knees and licked his lips. Beatriz leaned in and kissed him, tasting herself on his mouth.

“I’ll return the favor whenever you want,” she said.

“Are you going to blow me while holding a book in your hand?” he teased.

“I don’t need the book for that.” She winked at him.

“So this isn’t just about work then?” he asked, the smile gone from his face.

The earnestness of the question and the look on his face caught her off guard. Now she had to answer. Was this about more than the book review? Or was this just a week of sex before parting ways again?

“Work,” she said. “I just meant…you know, I already read that chapter,” she lied.

“Oh,” Ben said. “Got it.” He lay back in the water and scrubbed his face and hair.

It was just work, right? Beatriz thought. This couldn’t go anywhere. They lived on opposite coasts. Just thinking about this being more than work was pointless. She put it out of her mind. This was sex. This was work.

Nothing more.

Chapter Seven

Ben woke up in a strange bed. But it was the wrong strange bed. At least it wasn’t the strange bed he’d been hoping to wake up in this morning. Last night after their bath he’d dallied in Beatriz’s room, talking until she started yawning in the hopes she’d invite him to sleep with her. He was on West Coast time so her midnight was only his nine o’clock. Still, he would have willed himself to sleep at such an ungodly early hour for the privilege of waking up next to Beatriz. After one last kiss she’d shooed him out of her room, claiming she’d never stop molesting him and get to sleep if he didn’t go, scoot and vamoose.

“This is supposed to convince me to leave?” he’d asked.

The pillow she threw at him convinced him to leave.

Now that morning had come and Ben lay alone in his hotel room bed he could do nothing but stare up at the ceiling. Stare and wonder…

“This is a bad idea,” he said aloud to the empty room. “Isn’t it?” he asked and waited for an answer. “She’s in D.C. now. I’m in L.A. That’s a good sign, right? That we both live in towns known by their initials?”

Ben exhaled heavily.

“I’m an idiot. And this is a terrible idea, Ben,” he told himself. He felt that by speaking the words out loud there might be a shot at him taking his own advice. “You didn’t want this, remember? You didn’t want to get serious with someone so soon. You have a great job and a great life. You’re not a broke college kid anymore. Things are good. Why complicate things with some kind of long-distance relationship?”

A good question. A great question. One Ben made the mistake of answering.

“Because Bea is beautiful, and she’s smart, and she’s sexy as hell and funny and amazing…And you’re not a broke college kid anymore. You have a real job now. You can afford a long-distance relationship. And complicated? What the fuck is complicated about being with an amazing woman like Bea? Nothing. You just did it. Right?” Ben asked himself.

Right
.

Ben started to get up. He paused, looked at the clock and rolled back down again.

“She said it was just work,” he reminded himself. “Did she mean that or is she doing the ‘I don’t want to get hurt again by you, you asshole’ thing? Which I deserve.”

Ben did deserve it. He’d been so single-minded about getting a good job after college that he didn’t even let himself consider having a serious relationship back then. Nothing was going to get in the way of him and his ticket to freedom. Not even Beatriz.

But things were different now. He had the career, had the freedom. Now maybe if he played his cards right, he could have Beatriz, too.

“When I said I was done with all women for at least a year,” he addressed himself, “I meant all women but Beatriz. I just didn’t specify that at the time.”

At that moment his phone buzzed. He picked it up and smiled at the text message from Beatriz. It read,
What are you wearing?

Ben, as usual, had slept naked.

Leather chaps
, he wrote back.
And a clown nose. Don’t ask
.

What are you doing?
Beatriz texted.

Soliloquizing
, which Autocorrect tried to change to “solo quizzing.” Ben changed it back.

Is that what they’re calling it now? We used to call it masturbating
.

I masturbate with a Shakespearean accent
, Ben replied.
I have no idea what that means
.

Me neither. Want a blow job in the shower?

Business or pleasure?
Ben wrote back before adding a vital caveat.
Never mind. My cock just told me it doesn’t care why. Coming
.

Yes. Yes you are
, Beatriz responded.

Ben pulled on yesterday’s pants and yesterday’s shirt and didn’t bother with yesterday’s underwear, yesterday’s shoes or yesterday’s socks. He did brush his teeth, which was as much for his benefit as Beatriz’s. In five minutes he was pounding on her door.

“That was fast,” she said, holding the door open for him. She had nothing on but a towel.

“I didn’t want to miss you blowing me in the shower. I’m not late, am I?” He started unbuttoning his shirt.

“I’m not even in the shower yet.”

“Then hurry up,” he said, throwing his shirt off. “You’re late.”

Ben stepped into the shower and Beatriz joined him. He wrapped Beatriz in his wet arms and kissed her hard and deep. She tasted like toothpaste and heat. He pushed her under the shower, soaking them both as he drank the water off her lips and neck.

“I didn’t get to read the blow job chapter in the book,” he said.

“Don’t worry. I read it,” she said, wrapping her hand around him and stroking. He breathed deep as he grew even harder in her hand.

“What did it tell you to do?” Ben asked, slightly panting as she stroked him from base to tip and back again.

“This,” she said, and went down on her knees in front of him. She held him by the base while her lips focused their attention on the tip of his penis first, licking and teasing it while her hand gave it gentle squeezes. The blood started pounding and he grew thicker as she took him deeper into her mouth. Had he ever seen anything sexier in the world than her full lips surrounding him? No. No, he hadn’t.

She took every inch of him into her mouth and he nudged the back of her throat. He started to pull back, not wanting to choke her, but she grabbed him by the hips and held him in place as she sucked him deep before letting him go to lick him again and again. He reached down to touch her face and Beatriz grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of her neck. He took the hint and started to move his hips in small undulations, fucking her mouth with careful, controlled thrusts.

A breathy “yes” escaped his lips along with a few more grunts and gasps of pleasure. He never recalled being this vocal during sex before. Then again, he never recalled having this much fun during sex before.

Beatriz took his full length into her mouth again and cupped his testicles. Within a matter of seconds he teetered on the edge of coming. He held back, though, took a few deep breaths. He wanted to enjoy this moment as long as he could. As long as he could
was about thirty seconds more. Beatriz’s hands on him, her mouth all over him, the heat of her tongue, the wetness of her lips…It all felt so good he couldn’t hold on anymore.

“Bea,” he gasped as a warning. Gentlemen always warned.

Beatriz ignored the warning. He came hard in her mouth and she swallowed every drop of him.

She turned her face up and let the water cascade over her skin. He pulled her back to her feet.

“That was…” he began. “No. I’m done. I don’t have the words. You sucked my vocabulary out with my cum.”

“You don’t need to talk anyway. I’ve got better plans for your mouth.” She kissed him again, kissed him as if she meant it—the best kind of kiss.

After they finally broke off the kiss, Beatriz turned around and handed him the shampoo. He had way too much fun washing her long, thick hair. The back scrub turned into a massage. As the water poured down on them, they kissed and touched and licked and held each other until Beatriz pulled back and kicked him out of the shower. He apparently took up too much room for her to shave her legs. Outside the bathroom, he dried off and dressed in yesterday’s clothes again. As soon as Beatriz emerged wearing nothing but a towel in her hair, he kissed her goodbye.

“I have to go back to my room and change,” he said.

“I’ll see you at the lunch.”

“We can go in together,” he offered. “You know, like a date.”

“A date? Us? Together?”

“Is that weird?”

“Incredibly,” she said, but he saw the twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

“So no?” Ben asked.

“We’re not dating. We’re not a couple. I don’t want people to think something’s going on that isn’t,” she said.

Ben stared at her.

“I just came in your mouth.”

Beatriz glared at him.

“Okay, good point,” she said, smiling. “Lunch it is then. Come back here when you’re ready?”

“Absofuckinglutely.” He kissed her again and left her naked and wet in her hotel room. Why was he always doing that? Walking away from her when she was naked? He considered this habit a personal failing, on par with heroin addiction or serial killing and something to be overcome as soon as possible. He’d get medical attention if necessary.