Chapter 1: The Unexpected Proposition
I’ve always been the guy who seems to have it all figured out. At twenty-three, I’m Ben, the charming dude with a knack for making people laugh, and apparently, a magnet for the ladies. They flock to me at parties, giggling and batting their lashes, but here’s the dirty little secret they don’t know—I’m a virgin. Never been past second base. And the only person who’s ever come close to guessing that is Tara, my best friend since high school.
Tara’s a firecracker, a woman who owns every room she walks into. With her sharp tongue and curves that could stop traffic, she’s been with Steve for a couple of years now. And damn, does she love to overshare. We’re sitting on my beat-up couch in my tiny apartment, a couple of beers in hand, when she starts up again.
“So, Steve tried this new thing last night,” she says, her hazel eyes glinting with mischief as she tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “He’s got this obsession with teasing me until I’m practically begging. It’s infuriating, Ben. I’m not some damsel who needs to be toyed with.”
I chuckle, taking a swig of my beer to hide the heat creeping up my neck. “Sounds like you’ve got him wrapped around your finger, though. Why complain?”
She smirks, leaning closer, her knee brushing mine. “Oh, I do. But I’m always looking to up my game. You know, keep things spicy. And you—” she pokes my chest with a manicured finger, “—you’ve got all these girls hanging off you. You must have some tricks up your sleeve. Spill.”
I nearly choke on my drink. If only she knew the truth—that I’m clueless, that I’ve spent more nights fantasizing than actually doing. “Tara, I’m not some sex guru. I just… talk a good game.”
Her brow arches, and she tilts her head, studying me like I’m a puzzle she’s determined to solve. “Bullshit. I’ve seen the way they look at you. You’ve got experience, Ben. And I want in on it.” She pauses, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. “Teach me something new. Let’s… experiment.”
My heart slams against my ribs. Is she serious? “Tara, you’ve got Steve. What the hell are you talking about?”
She laughs, a low, throaty sound that sends a jolt straight to my core. “Steve’s fine, but this isn’t about him. This is about me wanting to be the best. And who better to practice with than my best friend? No strings, just… fun.” She leans in even closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Unless you’re scared you can’t handle me.”
Her words are a challenge, and damn if I’m not already half-hard just from the way she’s looking at me, all confidence and raw energy. I swallow hard, my mind racing. This is it—the moment I’ve dreamed of, but never thought would happen. And with Tara, of all people. “You’re playing a dangerous game, T. You sure you want to go there?”
Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she swings a leg over mine, straddling me on the couch. Her hands grip my shoulders, and I can feel the heat of her through her tight jeans. “Oh, I’m sure, Ben. Question is, are you ready to keep up with me?”
My hands instinctively find her hips, my fingers digging into her curves as I fight to keep my cool. She’s so close, her scent—vanilla and something wild—driving me insane. I’ve never been this close to losing it, to just giving in. “Tara, you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” I mutter, my voice rough.
She grins, rolling her hips just enough to make me groan. “Good. I want you out of control. I want to see what happens when Ben, the charmer, finally lets go.”
And just like that, the dam breaks. My hands slide up her back, pulling her down until our lips crash together. It’s messy, hungry, and she kisses me back with a ferocity that sets my blood on fire. Her tongue teases mine, and I’m already aching, my cock straining against my jeans as she grinds against me. I’ve never felt anything like this—raw, desperate, and so fucking right.
She pulls back just enough to whisper, “Let’s take this to the bedroom. I’m not stopping until I’ve got you sweating and panting beneath me.”
I’m done for. As she tugs me up, leading me down the hall with a grip on my shirt, I know I’m about to cross a line I can’t come back from. And for the first time, I don’t care. I want her—every fierce, unapologetic inch of her—and I’m ready to let her ride me hard until I’m nothing but a mess of want and need.
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