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Call It Off

Airport Road

Ben stood in the threshold between the bedroom and bathroom, leaning against the doorframe. He waited as I stood at the bathroom counter. We’d sat on the couch after dinner and enjoyed some Scotch before retiring to the bedroom. Ben was already stripped down to his underwear but I was still fully clothed in the simple wrap dress I’d worn since leaving the show venue. The two of us had taken turns brushing our teeth and now I was taking my makeup off with remover lotion wipes before we lost ourselves to the night.

“Thanks for my birthday dinner.” I smiled at Ben in the reflection of the mirror as I wiped over my forehead.

He padded the few steps until he was right behind me. His palms went to the countertop and I was locked in place against him. I kept cleaning my face until I felt his lips on the back of my neck right along my spine.

“I didn’t get you a present,” Ben spoke against my skin.

I finished what I was doing and pushed back against him. He let up and I tossed the wipe in the waste bin before I turned around. I pulled off the hair tie that kept my loosely braided hair together. When I shook out my hair it fell in messy waves, rather than luscious curls, against my shoulders. Ben’s hands on the counter and renewed pressure from his abs kept me in place. “I don’t need one,” I mumbled.

Our lips met as I craned my neck and my heels left the ground. The hot sauce taste was gone from both our mouths. Only minty fresh remained. I ran my fingers down his chest and he swept over my backside, stopping once his hands were just under the cheeks of my ass. Ben deepened our kissing at the same time that he lifted me onto the counter so I was sitting just on the edge. It was easier for us to make out when I was sitting on a raised surface, our faces almost level.

My dress rode up when Ben placed me on the counter and my underwear was exposed as my legs parted to give him room to stand right up against me. Ben’s hands steadied me as I leaned into him, cupping his face in my hands. I could feel the growing bulge in his boxers pressing under my belly while my tongue floated over the inside of his bottom lip. My hands moved to his back when he planted kisses along my jawline. I liked how wide Ben’s back was. I liked how much bigger his body was than mine, and in nice proportion. There was a lot of skin for me to explore.

With my grip on his shoulder blades, Ben took the opportunity to move his hands from my hips to the inside of the skirt of my dress, bringing my thighs together. He didn’t rub at me through the fabric or dip his fingers underneath it. Instead, he hooked his thumbs under the fabric at both of my hips and slid it down to my knees. He admired my black lace panties for only a moment before they were off my legs and discarded onto the tile floor.

Ben rubbed at his chin while he looked me in the eye and then examined my body. His hand came down from his face and went to the tie at my waist. When he pulled at one of the ends of the looped bow, it came undone, and so did the rest of the dress, falling limp on the front of my body and revealing a lacy bra that matched my panties.

“Oh,” Ben nodded with approval. “I like this dress.”

With a laugh, I withdrew my arms from the sleeves and let the dress fall. It pooled at my hips where I was still partly sitting on it. Ben supported me as I shimmied the fabric down until it could fall to the floor on its own. He brushed over the mounds of my lace-covered breasts and dragged his palms down my body slowly, prompting me to hold my breath as he went over my navel, my hips, and my thighs. When he got to my knees, he separated them again, spreading my legs to himself.

He did it with purpose. This time, instead of pressing his body up against mine, he drew circles against my clit. I sighed out and tipped my head back at the sensation.
Ben moved his hand down and rubbed his fingers up and down the length of my already wet slit. I grabbed the edge of the counter on either side of me at the same time that my eyes fluttered to the pleasure. He worked me up until I was completely wet and then he slipped a finger inside me.

I hissed as my body responded to him. I gripped the counter so tight that my wrists felt like they would buckle. My legs pulled further apart to give Ben more room to work. He dropped a kiss on my tilted-back neck and pushed his finger deeper inside me with the next thrusts of his hand. He pressed his thumb to my clit, adding to my pleasure by rubbing at it at a slower pace than the strokes of his finger inside me. As my eyes closed, I whimpered out an ungraceful moan. Ben would have me screaming and coming on the bathroom counter if he kept this up.

He added a second finger but it was only to test me. The feeling of warmth broke out on every surface of my body. No doubt, I was enjoying Ben finger fucking me, my legs splayed open for him. I cried out happily at the added pressure against my walls and Ben removed his hand completely.

When I opened my eyes, he was standing in between my legs and locking my ankles around his back. “Come on,” he said, taking me by the waist and lifting me up. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

I kissed him hard as he backed out of the bathroom, bearing our combined weight without struggle or complaint. Batting my tongue against his, I couldn’t be happier about the way he was built. Ben walked all the way to the side of the bed backwards. He adjusted his hands around me at the same time that he sat down, causing me to fall against him. I was able to get my legs out from behind him awkwardly just before his back went to the mattress, and I laughed against his chest.

Once our limbs were sorted, both of us completely on the bed, I was straddling Ben. With my knees pressed to the mattress on either side of him and his hands moving up my abdomen, I tucked all of my black hair forward over one of my shoulders and then unclasped my bra. The look in Ben’s eyes when I removed the lacy garment from my shoulders and chest and presented him with the full frontal view of my breasts was full of desire. His palms moved up and cupped them immediately, thumbs flicking at my nipples.

Leaning down into him, my hands went to his shoulders. Ben had a small amount of chest hair, light and thin at his pecks, and then there was no hair until his happy trail. I slid down his chest so that I was sitting on his thighs and tickled at his sides as I went. He wasn’t ticklish. He didn’t buck or even move. He just watched me, his hands going to rest on my lower back.

My fingers went into his boxers and closed around his shaft at the same time that I spoke, “Your turn now.”

He let me remove his underwear so that we were the same, both completely naked. I stayed down near the foot of the king sized bed once his erection had been freed and was staring me in the face. He was silent as I massaged his balls and swirled my tongue around his tip.

I could hear him breathing shallow as I started bobbing the head of his cock. He was trying to stay in control for when I took more of him into my mouth. I didn’t mind giving blowjobs as long as my hair wasn’t being pulled on as if to rip it out. Ben stroked at my hair slowly instead. I would never give head like a pornstar but that didn’t mean I couldn’t be good. It was my chance to deliver.

Just as I was about to take more of him, Ben removed a hand from my hair and steered my shoulder back.

“Delia, wait.” His voice sounded distant. Like he couldn’t believe what he was about to turn down. I really couldn’t believe it either.

There was no doubt in my mind that he was aroused. There was no doubt in my mind that he liked what I was doing, because I’d done the same thing and swallowed his satisfaction before. But he stopped me so I came up for air.

“There’s no way in hell this is what you wanna be doing on your birthday,” Ben told me, “and you know I’d be gone in five minutes.”

He had a point. Not about what I wanted, but about himself. He was just like every other guy I’d ever been intimate with: a surefire way to undo a man was with your mouth. Ben always came too soon that way, never lasting long, so I knew that I was good. I knew how much he enjoyed it. And he wasn’t exactly the energizer bunny once he was satisfied—he had excellent stamina…until he was satisfied. Then he liked to cuddle and lay lazily until he fell asleep.

Ben sat up momentarily to pull me up so I was straddling his hips again. When my hands were on his chest, he grabbed me around the middle and smirked before he rolled us over. Then I was flat on my back looking up at him.

“Besides,” he went back to his earlier thoughts, “I wasn’t done with you yet.”

Before I could process or protest, his hands were sliding up the inside of my thighs, parting my legs. The sound that emitted from my throat must’ve been half a gurgle and half a moan as his tongue met my pussy.

I couldn’t think straight except to remember that people who lived in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. Ben said he’d come in five minutes? The combination of his fingers and his tongue would have me match that. When he pushed my ankles up towards my body to give himself better access to dart his tongue in and out of my hot core, I ran my fingers through his short hair.

My sexual desire goaded him on, hips rolling and unintelligible vowels falling from my lips. Ben took me closer and closer to the edge. He licked at my sex carefully and then slid his fingers inside as his mouth moved up to my clit. My thighs pressed to his ears in response to him being everywhere. The pleasure was becoming too much to bear. Inside me, his fingers were probing, small amounts of pressure along my front wall to find the right spot.

When he found it, I lost control. His two fingers pressed on the same spot over and over again as my body gave in to the waves of my orgasm. They were waves at high tide, hitting me with so much force that I was taken under. I didn’t know which direction was which. For a while I only knew the oblivion that Ben sent me to, and I wanted to drown in it.

Once I recovered and opened my eyes, Ben was sitting in the middle of the bed beside me. We made eye contact and he reached over and touched me again, rubbing at my slick folds and then spreading my desire around the tip of his cock. He was getting ready for the next round and I was wet enough for the both of us.

His touch prompted me to sit up and get closer to him. He wrangled me into his lap and the motion caused my hair to fall against my breasts. I threw my hair back over my shoulder as I adjusted my legs and lined my hips up with his, getting comfortable. We were smack dab in the middle of the bed but in close quarters. Sitting that way, with him cradling the backs of my thighs, there was no height difference between us. His eyes looked paler in low light. Not so crystallized.

“Tired?” he whispered.

I shook my head. My eyes were heavy lidded in my post-orgasm bliss, but I would fight against it. I expected it to change once I was riding his dick. Fair was fair. I’d had a long day and Ben had just capped it off, finished me off so that I saw stars. He deserved the same from me.

That was his cue. He kissed me at the same time that he lowered me onto his cock. I could taste myself on his tongue and gasped at the contact of his girth sliding into me. No matter how spent I already was, this never stopped feeling good. He took control of our fucking, hands moving to my hips and guiding my body to take more of him with each thrust until he was up to the hilt.

Once he was thrusting up into me at a solid pace, his lips were at my ear. His breath was warm and tickled at my earlobe. I could hear the breaks in his breathing as he enjoyed the push and pull of our bodies against each other. I gripped his shoulders and sat upright so that I was slightly peering down at him. I did my part and rode him, rolling my hips as a counter to his thrusts.

His response was quick. He pulled back and looked at me with nothing but lust in his eyes. “Aughhh,” he sighed, “baby.”

Ben watched the bounce of my breasts for just a few moments before he moved his hands from my hips up to my waist, tipping me back in place and burying his face in my chest. Then he was riding me. “Oh, Ben,” I gasped at the angle change of his strokes.

I felt a tiny tremor in my body and I was pretty sure I was going to have another orgasm, my second in a row, before we were done. We didn’t stay at a diagonal for long. Ben’s arms curled around my back and he picked me up for just a moment, his cock never slipping out of me, so that he could lay me down on the bed. My head was just on the edge of the pillow, hair fanned out on one side. I knew Ben was close because he ravished me, hard and fast, as soon as my heels dug into the mattress.

Moans escaped my throat again. I looked up at Ben as he plowed me and I admired his handsome features. There were tiny beads of sweat that had formed on his temple. He had a look of determination on his face, concentrated on making sure he sent us both over the edge. I wiped away the little sweat on him with the back of my wrist and flashed a tight lipped smile. My hips moved in a rhythm just barely out of sync with his so that we met in the middle and he could thrust deep.

He leaned down and kissed me hungrily once. When he pulled back, he moved a hand between our bodies. He fingered my clit in time to his thrusts. I was quickly writhing underneath him, muttering obscenities and clawing at his back. The pull and tightening of my walls around his cock took Ben to bliss when I arched my back.

He let go, collapsing against me, buried deep inside me and groaning. I only felt the first rush of his warmth spill inside me before I was taken by my own orgasm. I sobbed out a cry of ecstasy and several ragged breaths with my head thrown back. We held onto each other for support but were lost to our own vices for a while.

When we settled down, we lay side by side, limbs intertwined and ready for sleep to take us. There would be no Roscoe and no cotton shirt as I drifted off tonight. It was just Ben and me between his sheets. My chin was rested on his collar bone and hand planted against his chest.

“It doesn’t really seem fair,” I said sleepily.

“What doesn’t?”

Ben had no idea what I was talking about. He was probably already half asleep. He had a flight in the morning.

“You got me off twice,” I explained, “but you only got to once.”

He was silent, blinking at me, before breaking out into a laugh. He adjusted a pillow under my head and then rolled on his side toward me. It was how we would stay for the night.

“It’s fair, Mins,” he scooted closer and drew me into an embrace. “You’re the birthday girl, after all.”




When I woke in the morning, I wasn’t sure if the bed was shaking or if I was shaking. But I knew for sure something was shaking.

I didn’t open my eyes immediately, hopeful that my disorientation would subside if I just stayed still.

“Delia.” It was Ben’s voice, gentle and hushed in tone. “Delia.”

The next time there was shaking, I was sure that it was my shoulder. Ben waking me up. I covered my face and rubbed furiously at my eyes to get the sleep out. I’d gotten used to Ben’s early mornings. If he was up first, I usually wasn’t far behind. When I opened my eyes, I would squint against the morning light.

Today was different. I was running way later on his schedule than just a few extra minutes of sleep. He was sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. My image of him was blurry at first. As he came into focus I saw that he was dressed already—well dressed—in a pinstriped collared shirt and navy blue slacks to match. I could smell him. The clean soap smell of a man who’d just stepped out of the shower. Roscoe was there too, prodding at my arm with his front paws.

“Shit,” I instantly swore.

Ben didn’t have a practice or morning skate to get to. He had to go to the airport. His team was going on a road trip for nearly two weeks. It wasn’t a big deal that we’d stayed up too late the night before for my birthday festivities, but it was a big deal now that I was still in bed and he was ready to leave.

I liked being able to shower at his place before I went back to the farm the morning after. But now that wasn’t possible.

“Sorry, Ben,” I apologized as I moved onto my back. Roscoe curled into me, completely oblivious to the conversation. “I didn’t mean to oversleep. I know we’ve got to leave.”

“It’s okay,” he told me. “Actually I was thinking…you can stay if you want.”

“What?”

“Well, I won’t be here for two weeks. You can have your own space away from the studio,” he suggested. “Kelsey was going to pick up Roscoe later. But if you want to housesit, then he can just stay happy in his home.”

Ben’s words were sobering, and I hadn’t even been drunk. I’d never had a place to myself before—I moved straight from my dad’s house to an apartment on the mainland with my bandmates. I didn’t get much alone time. There were so many possibilities, so many indulgences to get into if I was downtown every night for the next two weeks. Was it really that easy? Could I just do that?

“Are you sure?” I wondered.

“I know exactly where to find you in Sherwood Park if you tear the place apart. But I know you wouldn’t do that.” Ben smiled and pulled the duvet over me, adding it to the sheet I was already wrapped in, but careful not to cover the kitten. “Barks is on his way to pick me up. You can even go back to sleep now.”

It was like he knew me too well. He’d already sorted everything out and the last thing he did was tell me. And he was right about me. How could I refuse his place? I was already looking forward to couch surfing, watching History Channel with Roscoe.

I abandoned all my plans to get up when Roscoe moved around on top of the sheets and rested on my stomach. I asked Ben, “Can I do my laundry here? Is it okay if Parker comes over one time?”

“Tell you what, Mins, I’ll leave the spare keys and the key for the Lincoln on the counter.” Ben’s cell phone started ringing. “Do your laundry. Bring Parker over. Throw a rager. Do whatever you want, the place is yours. Just don’t burn down the building, okay?”

“Okay,” I agreed to the terms quickly. “Thanks, Ben.”

“This is Cam,” Ben stood up and flashed me his cellphone in the air. He leaned down and kissed his cat just above the nose, which just about broke my heart, it was so adorable. “I’ve gotta go. Don’t forget to feed Roscoe.”

I nodded my head against the pillow. “I promise.”

“See ya, Mins.”

“Have fun on your trip,” I called out to him before he shut the bedroom door behind himself.

That was it. Two weeks in someone else’s apartment, on my own. I rolled over and snuggled Roscoe into my arms as we both went back to sleep.

Notes

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Comments

So I know these stories are probably never going to be updated but it really isn't fair to this poor reader to hint at sequels and updates and never get them! I know some people like realism in their stories but I read these stories to escape and sad endings make me sad! Jùst thought I would get this off my chest!

Polarvortex Polarvortex
8/31/20

I'm wishing for another story with Ben <3 or even a sequel..

XxcorinnexX XxcorinnexX
8/12/15

Are you still writing a sequel? Please!!!

Tento2 Tento2
6/13/14

I Finally Uploaded my Own Story!
Here is the link!
http://www.hockeyfanfiction.com/Story/36019/How-To-Perform/

Psquared91 Psquared91
2/18/14
So excited for a sequel!
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10/18/13