Beyond the Game: Chapter 2

Ben leads me to his resort room, which is lavishly luxurious compared to mine. It’s more of a suite with a massive bed, a seating area with an oversized couch and television, a kitchen and dining area, and a private balcony with every comfort imaginable looking over the beach below. As it’s dark now, I can only assume the view in the morning is incredible.

Just who is this Ben Dover and how does he afford such an upscale room?

As I peer over the balcony, Ben steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing the side of my neck just behind my ear.

“This is your only chance to change your mind. If you want to walk, I won’t stop you.” He brings both hands up to my breasts and grabs them with force, pinching my nipples and twisting with just enough pressure to cause a spark of lust to shoot through me from my chest to my feet. “But if you stay, orgasm number one is happening right here, right fucking now.”

I lose all my breath in a half whimper, half moan and allow my head to fall back on Ben’s shoulder. Good God should I be feeling this good right now? We’ve barely even started.

“I don’t want to go anywhere,” I breathe. “Not until you’ve given me what you promised.”

“One night,” he growls, licking my ear. “As many orgasms as you can physically handle and then one more to help you remember me.” He slips a hand into my bikini bottoms, his fingers reaching between my legs. “Fucking hell, you’re drenched for me already.”

Holy hell, his fingers feel amazing sliding through me.

Spreading me.

Rubbing me.

“This is more excitement than my pussy has seen in well over a year. You’ll have to forgive her eagerness.”

“Babe, there is nothing to forgive. It’ll be my absolute pleasure to give you an unforgettable night. And I’m going to start right here with this soft, wet pussy that feels so fucking good in my hand.” The heel of his hand rests against my pussy, rubbing my clit as two long fingers push inside and swirl against my G-spot.

“Oh, my God, Ben.” I gasp. “Holy shit!”

“You like that?”

“Mhmm.”

“I can tell you do. You’re soaking my fingers. You’re going to come, and soon. I can feel it.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Oh, my God, he just called me a good girl.

Why does that turn me on even more?

He kneads my breast with his other hand, pinching and rolling my nipple, and then moves to the other breast. All the while circling his fingers inside me, curling his fingers up. Though the breeze is warm against my skin on the balcony, it’s not enough air to keep me from breaking out into a sweat. My legs shake with my first impending orgasm.

“Oh…God, I’m going to—”

“Come on my hand, Amanda. Let me feel this pretty pussy clench around my fingers, and when they do, I’m going to clean you out with my tongue.”

He places his hand around my neck, forcing my face around so he can kiss me, and it’s all I can do not to fall apart instantly. His tongue dives between my lips at the same time his fingers thrust into me. My body quivers, my knees get weak, and I start to fall as my climax rips through me.

“Ben! Oh…God!”

“That’s it, Babe. Shit, you’re so fucking beautiful like this. Coming in my arms. Squeezing my fingers. Soon Baby, this sweet pussy will clamp around my cock.”

“My legs,” I pant breathlessly. “My legs are shaking.”

“I’ve got you, Babe. Just relax. Ride it out.” He drags a hand under my legs and lifts me against him, cradling me against his body as he carries me to the oversized couch where he tosses me playfully. I let out a squeal and he’s quickly on his knees, yanking my bikini bottoms off. The feral growl that comes out of him before his tongue dives between my legs is one of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard.

His tongue circles my clit softly several times in a row, lapping at my arousal like a thirsty animal as I squirm and wriggle on the couch unable to control myself.

“

So, fucking sweet. I could eat you for days and never tire.”

I throw a hand across my face. “It’s too much, Ben.”

“Never, Baby. It’s not too much. In fact, it’s not enough.” He helps to lift me, turning me onto my stomach and then lifts my hips in the air while my head rests on a couch pillow. “Much better. Fucking beautiful. He slips his tongue inside me and then drags it lazily all the way to my ass. The warm sensation of his tongue on my tight puckered hole causes me to heave forward, but Ben grabs my hips and pulls my body back against his face.

“Fuuuuuck yes! Right there. Oh, my God!”

He doesn’t stop and I don’t want him to. He nips at my ass cheek and then spanks me before diving between my legs for more. He sucks at my arousal, licking and circling his tongue.

Lick.

Suck.

Circle.

Lick.

Suck.

Circle.

He sits on the floor just below me, his head between my knees and then leans back and lowers my body over his face.

Oh, my God!

He tugs at my sensitive flesh with his teeth and all I can think about is I was today years old when I finally realized this is what a man eating me out is supposed to feel like.

And it is everything.

My breathing quickens and my body begins to tremble as my next orgasm builds and I’m helpless to stop it.

“Bennnnnn!”

“Fucking dripping for me, Babe. Goddamn, I can’t wait to be inside you. Come on. Give it up for me.” His tongue thrusts inside me along with a couple fingers curling along the inside, and I scream out.

“YES! Fuck! I’m coming!”

“Come on my tongue, Baby. I want to taste my reward.” He continues to suck on my clit even as I convulse around him, only slowing when I start to go weak in my knees once again.

While I’m regaining my composure, I see Ben pull a condom from his suitcase and then pull his swim trunks off. He palms his stiff cock, running his hand up and down its length with a hiss.

Holy hell…

Look at him…

Prince Albert piercing.

Fuck, I bet that feels amazing.

It’s…

It’s so…

“Glorious.”

A small smirk curves across his face. “I’m glad you like what you see, Baby.”

He rips open his condom packet and sheaths himself and then lifts me from the couch. “Wrap your legs around me. You’re about to get your next wish because I need to be inside you.”

Before I can even remember what that next wish is, he’s slamming me up against the wall, his hands holding mine over my head and his mouth covering my nipple.

“You ready for my cock Amanda? Tell me you want my cock.”

“God yes. Please, Ben.”

“You have me so goddamn hard. I can’t think straight. I need to fuck.”

Breathless, my mouth opens and I gasp for air. “Then what are you waiting for?”

He bends his knees and swipes his cock through my arousal, coating himself, and then thrusts his hips up, pulling me down on his cock. “Fuuuuuck.”

He stops for a minute, his forehead landing on mine.

“You okay?”

He closes his eyes and inhales a deep breath. “I had no idea you would be this incredibly tight.”

“I’m sorr—”

“Don’t you fucking apologize. This is the best fucking feeling in the world.” He lets go of my hands above my head. “Wrap your arms around my neck because I’m about to fuck you hard. It’s time to rearrange your guts.”

“Oh, my God, yes, Ben. Yes please.”

And just like that he becomes a feral savage beast of a lover, crashing into me over and over as hard as he can, grunting with every slam. I moan loud enough I’m sure several rooms down can hear me.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I scream.

He continues his magnificent assault but steps back a foot so we’re at a better angle. His head falls back as he thrusts again and again and again, his piercing hitting my G-spot every single time.

Best. Sex. Ever.

“Ah, shit,” he says, railing me as he stares down at our connection. “It’s so fucking good. I’m going to come, Baby.”

“Me too. Oh, my God, it’s never been this good before.”

“Squeeze my cock, Baby. Come all over me. I want to feel you.”

He pushes and pushes until my body lets go for a shocking third time.

Holy shit!

I’ve only ever had one orgasm at a time!

I scream out as my body seizes and I tighten my grip on Ben’s neck.

He tightens his arms around me and drives into me a few more times as my orgasm washes over me. “Ahh fuck, yeah.”

And then he stills.

His breathing is heavy and his growls are triumphant.

His body stops, but his cock pulses inside me. He nuzzles his face between my chest and my shoulder blade and I suddenly feel this overwhelming connection to him.

Which is silly as we barely know each other and will only be together for a short while longer. It’s not like we’ll ever see each other again, but maybe that’s why I’m feeling this need to make an impression. So, he doesn’t just remember me as another tight pussy he fucked on vacation.

I want to please him.

I want to pleasure him.

I want him to remember me.

He pulls out and rips off his condom, tossing it to the floor all while holding on to me, and then carries me to the bed, my legs and arms still wrapped around him. He lowers me to his huge bed and lies down next to me. His cock is still at the ready. Leaning over, he presses his lips to mine in a slower, lazy dance of our tongues.

Wanting to feel him, experience him, in all ways, I bravely wrap my hand around his cock and he hisses.

“Fuuuuck, Amanda.”

“You’re still impressively hard.”

He smiles. “Because he knows he’s not done.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Mhmm. There’s still so much more of you to devour, Baby.”

“I want to taste you.”

He huffs out a soft chuckle.

“Come and get it, Babe. If you want to suck me dry, have at it. I won’t stop you.”

He lies back down and wraps a hand around his cock, stroking himself as I watch. How on earth it is so damn sexy to watch a man stroke himself? I’ll never know, but all I want to do right now is run my tongue over him.

Suck him.

Devour him.

I shimmy myself between his legs, his eyes trained on me as his hand pumps slowly up and down. I slide my hands up the inside of his thighs. He closes his eyes at my feather light touch but they’re wide open when I slip my fingers around his balls, rolling them in my hand, tugging on them with stimulating pressure.

“Damn. Yeah, just like that, Baby. Feels so damn good.”

His legs widen more as I cover his hand with my own over his shaft and he lets me take over. There’s something about being given control of his body that emboldens me.

I want to rock his world.

I want to see him desperate for me.

I want to make this man come all on my own.

Wetting my lips, I grip his cock and lower my head over him, dragging my tongue slowly up his length until I reach his prince albert piercing, flicking my tongue over it lightly.

“Mother fuck.” His hands gather my hair at the back of my head so he can watch what I do to him. I swirl my tongue over the tip and then take him deep into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat before pulling back.

“Fucking phenomenal, Amanda,” he groans when I repeat the same movement, taking his entire cock into my mouth and pulling back up, sucking on his length. His hand still grasping my hair, he lightly pushes my head back down.

“Take it all for me, Baby. Swallow my cock.”

I do as he requests only gagging a few times as I open wider for him and take his entire cock into my mouth, moaning against him as I pull back up.

“That’s my good girl. Fucking divine.”

I pop off his cock, licking down his shaft and around his balls, bringing each one into my mouth, rolling them between my lips.

Ben’s eyes roll back in his head as his breathing quickens. “Fucking hell.”

Knowing I have him in a vulnerable spot, I take things one step further and gently push his legs back toward his chest, his ass now bared for me.

“What are you—oooooh my…fucking Christ,” he moans when I circle my tongue around his tightly puckered hole and then lick my way to his balls.

He’s panting now, his eyes squeezed closed as he tries to control himself. “That is…fucking amazing.”

“You like that?”

“Like it? Baby I think I’m going to explode even more than I did inside you and it’s all because of your sweet little tongue. Please don’t stop.”

“As you wish.”

I repeat my movements, circling his ass and trailing my tongue to his balls, stroking his cock and then doing the same thing all over again. Once I feel there’s enough lubrication at the back, I lower my mouth over his cock, and slowly push my finger inside him.

“Holy shit!” He gasps. “Amanda! Fuck!”

I curl my finger inside, stroking his prostate as I suck him off, flicking his piercing on every up turn.

I suck faster.

Harder.

He groans louder.

“Baby, I’m going to come.”

Moaning against his cock, I stroke my finger inside him with a little more pressure sliding in and out.

In and out.

Ben’s breathing is sporadic as he starts to lose control and finally, he explodes, the tangy taste of his cum on my tongue as I swallow down every last drop.

It takes him a few minutes to come down from his unexpected high, but when he does, his demeanor is changed. He is no longer the sex-crazed savage lover he was when our time here began. Now he stares at me with shock and awe.

I think I rendered him speechless.

He slides a hand behind my head and pulls me to him, kissing me reverently and then leaning his forehead against mine.

“That was…” he breathes. “I…”

“Incredible?”

“That’s putting it mildly.” He nods against me. “But yes. What you did…”

He doesn’t finish his statement because he can’t think of the words.

“Ben, I haven’t come with the help of a man in so long I almost forgot what it feels like. You helped rekindle that feeling for me. I just wanted to repay the favor.”

“Fucking hell, you…I’ve never…Christ, I can’t even form words.”

Smiling, I kiss his cheek. “Good. I’ll take that as a compliment.” I kiss him again. “I’m just going to use the little girl’s room to freshen up. I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll definitely be right here. I don’t think I could move if I tried.”

Gazing at myself in the bathroom mirror, I take a deep breath and smile. Never in a million years did I expect a night like this to happen while on vacation. Hopeful for sex? Sure. But sex like what we just did? I didn’t even know such an epic experience existed.

Once I finish my business and wash my hands, I pick up the small bottle of mouthwash on the sink and swish a little of it through my mouth and then comb my fingers through my just-fucked hair.

“That’s better.”

A little unsure of what he might want now that we’ve done the deed, I swallow back any nerves I may have and open the door to rejoin my sexy one-night stand.

“Hey, if you feel like…” I stop in my tracks.

The sight of this man laying spread eagle on his bed, his eyes closed and sleeping peacefully brings an unexpected smile to my face.

I did that to him.

You go, Tatum!

I’ve still got it.

I can still pleasure a man into exhaustion.

And that’s something I can be proud of.

Padding softly around the room, I slip my bikini back on, and then pull a sheet over Ben’s bottom half, memorizing the impressive size of his cock and thanking the sex Gods for giving me this unforgettable experience. He doesn’t budge when I cover him so I know this is my time to leave. We agreed to one night and several orgasms and we both got what we wanted. I can respect that. As much as I would love to curl up with that husky, hard body and fall asleep in his arms, only to wake up and do it all over again, I have a flight to catch in the morning. The last thing I want to do is come off as desperate, so I simply blow him a kiss, the man who will forever be my greatest sexperience, and then slip out into the hallway.

“Goodnight Ben Dover. And thank you.”