True North: A Flirt Club Duet Read online

  “Stay as long as you’d like,” he says easily. “My place is close to plenty of shops and restaurants. Kensington Gardens is pretty close too.”

  “Thank you, Ben, but isn’t it weird having a stranger stay in your home?”

  He grins, and I can see the hint of a dimple on either side of his mouth. I wonder why I didn’t notice them last night. “I’ve done weirder things. What’s your last name?”

  “Hanson.”

  “Well, Milly Hanson, I’m Benjamin Michael Waterstone.” He bows deeply and flourishes his hand out in front of him before extending it toward me. When I slip mine into his palm, that magnetic feeling is there. The same kinetic energy that I felt last night when his arm brushed against my leg or when he spent a little too long fixing my backpack or when he kissed me so thoroughly last night. He lifts our entwined hands to his lips and kisses the back of mine.

  “Fuck it,” he growls, before pulling me against him and devouring my lips. One hand wraps around my waist, his fingers twisting in the hem of my shirt while he presses his other hand to my back, helping to keep me firmly in place. My hands slide up his chest and then wrap around his neck. Our kiss deepens as the space between our bodies closes, and I find myself falling slowly into the magic of this moment.

  Breathlessly, Ben pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. “You should wear something warmer to bed tonight,” he says softly.

  “Like what?” I ask, tugging at my shirt.

  “Me,” he says with a smirk.

  Ben

  This is a bad idea, I think as I lift Milly into my arms and carry her back toward my bedroom. You barely know this girl. But her cherry red lips are too enticing, and I forget every single thought as I kiss them over and over, savoring Milly’s sweet taste.

  With Milly below me, arching into me, I force myself to take a moment. “If this is too much, just tell me to stop, and I will. I promise.”

  She nods her head in agreement but grabs the back of my head and pulls my face back down to claim me with her own heated kiss. One of her bare legs brushes along my side as she moans into my mouth. She squirms beneath me, grinding her body against mine.

  You should stop, rational Ben says, worming his way back into my thoughts. I hesitate for a brief second, giving rational Ben more time to talk me out of fucking Milly senseless.

  “I’m sorry,” I breathe out as I roll off her and onto my back. My cock strains painfully against my sweatpants, but I ignore it. I’m not about to become a selfish prick and take advantage of this girl.

  “It’s okay.” Her voice is equally breathless. She turns her head toward me and smiles shyly. And then she’s gone. I feel like such a fool…kissing her senseless, bringing her to my bed, basically doing everything that would indicate I wanted to fuck her right until I chickened out.

  “Way to go, asshole,” I mutter aloud to myself.

  I hear Milly moving around my apartment, and it surprises me how much I like the sound of another person sharing my space. I am the perpetually single friend. All my mates are shacked up with fiancées or wives; a couple of them even have kids. Except me. The pub is my girlfriend, my fiancée, my wife. It’s everything to me, but maybe it’s time to change.

  Maybe it’s time to chase the girl.

  Milly looks beautifully frazzled pacing my living room a few moments later. With her cell phone plastered to her ear, she’s explaining to the person at the other end how she was scammed. Her cheeks are red, and she works her bottom lip between her teeth as she listens and nods, providing information as needed.

  “I just want my money back,” she wails. “How long do you think that will take?”

  The sound of her distress guts me, and I walk over to her and place my arm around her shoulders. She leans into me, and I feel her start to relax. She sighs heavily and ends the conversation with, “Thank you for your help.”

  “Was that your bank? What did they say?” I ask softly.

  “They’ll investigate my fraud claim, but it could take a while to get the money back.”

  “Anything I can do to help?”

  Milly looks up at me with her big blue eyes and bites her lip. “There is one thing,” she whispers. Those twin glacial pools staring up at me have me completely transfixed, and I barely register the movement of her hand as it slips under the waistband of my pants.

  “Are you sure?” It’s the last chance that I’m giving her and myself.

  “You started something, and now I want you to finish it.” Her voice is low and full of lust and need. Her hand slips a little farther inside my sweats and grips my fully erect cock, and she smiles in satisfaction. Or maybe triumph?

  I look around the room. The living room isn’t exactly what I had in mind, but I’m not about to let this moment pass. My cock is aching after all the teasing it’s endured.

  “Take off that fucking T-shirt,” I growl. It’s been a goddamn temptation, teasing me with little glimpses of her shoulder or a peek of her ass. Her hand slides up and out of my pants before she takes a step back and, with one hand, pulls the offensive garment over her head. I suck in a sharp breath because standing before me in nothing but a plain pair of cotton panties, Milly is absolutely flawless. Her skin is creamy and pink, and her breasts are perfect handfuls with rosy nipples made for my mouth.

  I reach out and palm one of her breasts while wrapping the other hand around her waist to drag her forward. I place my nose along the ridge of her collarbone and inhale her fresh, clean scent.

  “You’re perfect,” I murmur across her skin, placing light kisses up her neck and across her cheek. “Absolutely stunning.”

  “Stop talking,” she commands me, and I can’t help but laugh. I kiss her softly once, twice, to distract her while my hand drifts from her breast to the waistband of her panties. My fingers dance along the edge, teasing her. She sucks in her belly sharply as my hand dips below the cotton fabric, and my fingers begin to explore her core.

  “Yes,” she hisses. I raise an eyebrow; maybe I’m not the only one sexually frustrated.

  I dip my finger slowly inside her and discover that she’s soaking wet. Greedy for more, I push all the way inside, and she gasps. Milly clings to me tightly as her legs part, a silent invitation to continue. I work my finger in and out, spreading her juiciness around her pussy. She starts to pant, but I don’t want her to come just yet. I want to prolong this pleasure. Just as she begins to tense, my finger is gone, and she cries out with disappointment.

  “Not yet, sweetheart,” I admonish her lightly. I kneel before her and tug her panties down her thighs, letting them fall to the floor. She’s completely bare now, not a stitch of clothes on, and I’m ready to feast. I place my mouth over her softly, placing a reverent kiss on her center before gently spreading her thighs with my hands and swiping my tongue along her seam. Her sweet muskiness hits my tongue, and it’s pure heaven. Milly places her hands on top of my head and digs her fingers into my hair, grabbing the strands tightly in her fists as I continue to make a meal of her.

  “Oh God,” Milly moans as she jerks away from me. I hold her tighter and yank her back for more, devouring every drop of her sweet juiciness. She continues her chorus of moans until I feel her tense and then shake with pleasure. She lets go of her death grip on my hair and stumbles her way to the couch.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful after you’ve come,” I say. I can’t take my eyes off her. Her blue gaze is hooded, and there’s a pink flush all over her creamy skin. Automatically, I take hold of my cock and stroke it. There’s only one place that I want to be right now, and that’s inside Milly.

  Milly

  Ben’s cock fills me perfectly, stretching me in the best way possible. I sigh into the sensation of being full as he waits for me to adjust. He’s such a gentleman; letting me crash in his spare room, eating me out, and then stuffing me full of his cock. He’s even using a condom. I can’t believe I had to cross an ocean to find this.

  “Are you okay?” he asks politely,
kissing my shoulder and then making his way down my chest.

  “Perfect,” I answer him.

  Ben shifts so that he’s on his knees, driving his dick deeper inside me. I groan with satisfaction, and he just smirks. Clearly, he knows what he’s got between his legs and how to use it. My legs drape around his waist, and he places his hands on my hips before thrusting slow and deep.

  “Absolutely perfect,” he murmurs in agreement.

  I stare up at him, absorbing the feeling of his hands on my body, the sensation of his cock thrusting in and out, and at that moment, I feel everything and nothing all at once. The combination of passion, desire, and touch fills and empties my mind. He makes me melt into a puddle of desires, feelings, and emotions until I submit to his hands, cock and mouth. It’s either Ben or nothing.

  “Fuck, when you look at me like that,” he groans, sucking in a breath. He slides his cock almost all the way out and then thrusts hard and fast into me. I cry out in pleasure. He does this again, eliciting another cry.

  “Touch yourself,” he commands. “I want to see you shaking with desire.”

  My hand snakes between our sweat-soaked bodies to my drenched center. My fingers brush over my clit slowly, but it’s not enough. My body is tense with a burning need that Ben created.

  “Keep touching yourself,” he urges me as his rhythm increases. I close my eyes, and my head falls back. I’m totally lost to him. I stroke my clit furiously to match his pace as my need for release intensifies. I hear a whine and realize it’s me.

  “Please,” I beg him.

  With his large hands, Ben pins my legs wide and pounds into me. I want to scream out because this is exactly what I need. He continues to punish me with each thrust of his cock while I continue to meet his demands, my fingers working my sensitive clit until I can’t stand it, and I give in completely. My body shakes below Ben’s massive frame as he buries himself deep inside me one final time. A feral sound escapes his lips before he collapses on top of me in a quivering, quaking heap.

  “Jesus,” I hear him mutter. His hands leisurely explore my body as our breathing and heartrates return to a semi-normal state. He tips his head down and places a smacking kiss on my lips.

  I’ve never been good at post-sex cuddling, and the longer Ben holds me, the more I want to squirm away. He saves me by popping up and walking into the kitchen to dispose of the condom. I turn onto my stomach and watch his magnificent ass on full display. Actually, all of Ben is pretty magnificent from his tight ass to his sculpted arms to the Winston Churchill quote tattooed in thin script just under his left collarbone.

  “I should have asked this sooner, but how long are you staying in London?” Ben grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and twists the cap with a crack before tossing it into the trash and taking a long drink.

  “I don’t know. A month maybe,” I tell him. I’m lucky to have a job that enables me to work remotely, so even though I’m traveling, I’m still able to earn an income. A month seemed like an adequate time to explore London before moving on to check off another place on my long travel bucket list.

  Ben frowns. “A month? I don’t think that’s nearly long enough.”

  “For what?”

  “For me to fuck you every place possible,” he says with a grin that fills his entire face. “Have you ever been fucked at the V&A? The London Eye?”

  “Oh my god,” I groan because those are all very public places, and I’m pretty sure that fucking is not allowed in either location.

  “Maybe a quick shag in the Tower of London? Amongst all of those glittering diamonds?”

  Ben walks back to the living room and extends the bottle of water in my direction. I sit up and grab it from him before taking a long drink. “That’s not really what I had in mind when I booked this trip.”

  I scramble up from the floor and onto the couch. I spot my T-shirt in a pitiful heap and reach for it, but Ben stops me. “Don’t even think about putting that back on,” he states firmly.

  “I’m naked,” I exclaim.

  “So am I,” he says matter-of-factly. “Now tell me what you had in mind when you booked this trip.”

  I roll my eyes and sigh. “To cure my wanderlust. When I was in college, all my friends studied abroad. I was supposed to go with them, but I let anyone and everyone talk me out of it. My boyfriend at the time thought I was going to come here and screw every guy imaginable. My mom thought a terrorist was going to murder me. So, I chickened out. I’ve regretted it ever since.”

  “And what made you change your mind?”

  I shrug. “I don’t know. I have a great job that lets me work remotely, so there’s no need to stay in one place.” I hesitate a moment before telling him the next part. “And then Stacy, the current president of my sorority, a girl I don’t even know really, sends out a group text telling us that this is our year to make all our dreams come true. It sounds so cheesy, but it’s exactly what I needed to book this trip.”

  Ben narrows his eyes. “But why March? This is literally the shittiest time to come to London.”

  “Why not March? I didn’t want to give myself time to find a reason not to do this.”

  Ben leans over and kisses me sweetly. I’m growing fond of his kisses. Hard, soft, sweet, slow, I’ll take them however I can get them. “Let’s get showered then. I’ll take you wherever you want to go today.”

  “Don’t you have to work?”

  “It’s my day off. Besides, I own the place.” He stands up and reaches out his hand toward me. The moment I place my hand in his, I feel something change. There was magnetic energy when we first met, pulling us together. I couldn’t deny that. This time, though, I feel more.

  Milly

  As promised, Ben treats me to a full English breakfast before taking me to the Victoria & Albert Museum, which is high on my list of things to see and do while in London. And true to his word, he tries to fuck me numerous times in every dark corner we pass.

  “We’re going to get kicked out,” I scold, knocking his hands away from the buttons on my blouse. We’re like two horny teenagers, and even though I’m resisting the urge to have him back inside me, I can’t keep my lips off him.

  “Then hurry up so that we can go home,” he urges me. “It’s just a bunch of old shit.”

  He’s wrong because there’s plenty of “new shit” at the V&A mixed in with the “old shit.” Currently, I’m transfixed by an exhibit of wedding dresses. I scoff at his remark. “Are you kidding me? Who knows when I’ll get to see this ‘old shit’ again, so you can just keep your dick in your pants and let me enjoy this.”

  Ben frowns and turns away. He can’t seriously be hurt that I don’t want to have sex, can he? We wander for a few more hours until I feel like I’ve had my fill. You can come back, I tell myself. Pace yourself.

  Ben is more than happy to leave, and as soon as we’re outside, he finds a dark alley and presses me against a cold brick wall. His lips crash down hard on mine, claiming me. “Turn around,” he orders. “Hands on the wall.”

  My body moves automatically, and I feel a rush of cold air on my bare skin as Ben lifts my long maxi skirt. He pushes my panties to the side and parts my folds with his fingers. He spreads my wetness up and down my pussy, a sign that he’s kept me wet and wanting all day with his kisses and caresses. I hear the tearing of foil and then the sound of latex on skin. A moment later, the head of his cock is notched against my entrance, and in one smooth thrust, he buries himself inside me.

  “Oh god, you feel so perfect,” he groans. “This won’t take long, sweetheart. Fast and dirty.”

  I press my ass against him and wiggle it, a silent agreement to his plan. I want him just as badly. He slaps my ass appreciatively and begins to hammer into me. Soon, the sounds of skin-on-skin contact fill the darkened alleyway, and anyone who passes by would be able to tell what is happening. But I don’t care. With one hand on the brick wall, I sneak the other hand between my legs and stroke myself.

  “Ye
s, you dirty girl,” Ben hisses when my fingers brush his cock. “Keep playing with yourself.”

  My fingers strum furiously as Ben surges forward once, twice, and then stills. I feel him pulse inside me and let myself go, tumbling over the edge right into bliss. He withdraws, and I hear the sound of the condom hitting the pavement below. I adjust my panties and let my skirt fall back down, covering my bare legs before turning to face him.

  “I’m sorry,” Ben says softly, brushing his thumb across my cheek. “I’ve never felt like this before. So crazy and full of need. It’s like once is not enough.”

  I nod because I feel the same way. This trip is supposed to cure my insatiable wanderlust, but what if it leads to something more? The thought is temporary, though. I’ve let too many people stand in my way, and even though Ben is a nice perk of this trip, I have to remain focused on what I want.

  “Let’s get cleaned up and then I’ll take you back out. Wherever you want to go,” Ben says, extending his hand toward me. I want to take it, but I decide it’s best to keep a little bit of distance. His face falls when he realizes that I won’t be accepting his hand, and he quickly recovers by shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

  When we arrive at the flat, I quickly change out of my maxi skirt and into a pair of skinny jeans along with a pair of comfortable shoes. When I step out into the living area, Ben is engrossed in a phone call. I sit and flip through a guide book that I purchased, waiting for his conversation to end.

  “I’m sorry, Milly, but there’s a problem at the pub. Our normal delivery was totally fucked up, and now I’ve got to go and sort out the mess.” He looks genuinely sorry, and I feel awful that all I can think about is how I’ve got the perfect excuse now to explore on my own.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine on my own,” I say, waving my guidebook in front of him. “I’ve always wanted to get good and lost.”