Friends With Multiple Benefits (40 page)

"Maybe," he replied hesitantly. "How exactly do we do it?"

"Um, I'm not sure." She paused a moment to think. "It looks like you'd have a hard time lying on your stomach right now."

"Yeah." He motioned to his erection.

"I know." Her eyes brightened. "Move to the edge of the bed." When she took a step back, he adjusted his position until his rear end was on the edge of the mattress.

She slipped down to her knees and took his cock back into her mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair and moaned as she took hold of his balls and slid a finger under them to his perineum.

She let his cock fall from her mouth, then pressed her lips between his balls, kissing them for a moment, before bathing them with her tongue. Then she looked up from him smiling. "You smell good. Did you shower?"

"Yep, I had a feeling we were going to play."

Placing her hands under his knees, she pushed them higher until they were curled up by his chest. She kissed his right inner thigh then slowly shifted left running her tongue just under his balls. He gasped then took hold of his knees and pulled them closer to his chest. "Oh, Jillian, that feels—"

He stopped speaking when her tongue swiped the center of his perineum then dipped down just above his spot. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth then let it fall before pressing her tongue between them and licking him with gentle strokes.

He gasped. "Oh, God."

Lifting his balls up with her thumb, she returned her mouth to his thigh and ran her tongue all over his skin. He moaned loudly and his eyes rolled back in his head. She placed her index finger at his seam and worked the saliva she left behind a quarter of an inch inside him.

He shuttered. "Oh, fuck…"

Wrapping her lips around his cock, she took as much of him inside her mouth as she could while slowly pumping her finger inside his ass.

After ten seconds of this
mind-blowing
attention, she rose to her feet and grabbed the lube out of the nightstand drawer. She squirted a generous dollop into her hand and slathered it on the dildo as she looked him in the eye. His lips parted as he reached for her lightly brushing her hip with his finger.

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly stroked it up and down as she positioned the end of the strap-on at his entrance.

He swallowed hard. "Be gentle."

"Oh, I will."

THE END...

I hope you enjoyed this six installment to the series. This is really the only book in the series that doesn't end with a cliff hanger. Although, I guess you could argue that what is happening to Brian is left up in the air. Did he like it? Did he hate it? Will he walk a little funny for a while? If there is another book, I'm sure we'll find out, but if there isn't, I don't think you'll hate me too much. At this point I'm on the fence about continuing on with the series. I'd like to move on to some other projects, but maybe I'll come back to this crazy group of inappropriately fun people at some point. If you do want the series to continue, please let me know by emailing me at
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An excerpt from the relatively new and hilarious prequel,
Friends Wanting Benefits
, which tells the story of how Jillian and Victoria meet is included below.

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If you are a big fan of this series, want more Victoria and don't mind a little more spice in your reading, you will want to check out the series prequel released under my Ian Dalton pen name.
DESPERATE THOUGHTS
details Victoria's back-story— the super erotic, mostly tragic tale of how she moved on with her life after the death of her husband.

I've included an excerpt below for my new novel Chances Aren't
.

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ALSO
BY LUKE YOUNG

SHRINKAGE

CHOCOLATE COVERED BILLIONAIRE NAVY SEAL

CHANCES AREN'T
(Excerpt Included)

G
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AWAY GIRL: A GONE GIR
L PARODY

The
Friends With Benefits Series:

FRIENDS WITH PARTIAL BENEFITS

FRIENDS WITH FULL BENEFITS

FRIENDS WITH MORE BENEFITS

FRIENDS WITH EXTRA BENEFITS

FRIENDS WITH WAY TOO MANY BENEFITS

FRIENDS WITH MULTIPLE BENEFITS

The Friends With Benefits Prequel Series:

FRIENDS WANTING BENEFITS
(Excerpt Included)

Also Available:

FRIENDS WITH EXPLICIT BENEFITS BOXED SET
(Books 1-4 with select expanded Ian Dalton Scenes)

In the large professionally decorated bedroom of a Miami stucco mansion, Jillian and George Grayson lay sound asleep next to each other in their king-sized bed. The clock showed 4:58 a.m. As good as the room looked, the odor of garlic and rotten eggs filled it, and it wasn't pleasant. Not surprisingly, the smell wasn't coming from the adorable and dainty thirty-seven year old sleeping beauty—it was spilling out of her slightly out-of-shape and motivationally challenged husband of nineteen years.

Suddenly a loud, extended burst of flatulence echoed through the room. Hugging her pillow, Jillian stirred and swung her hand blindly at the source in the nearly pitch-black room. "You're doing it again."

"Huh?" He groaned groggily.

She turned onto her back and wrinkled her nose. "Oh, it's horrible."

"What?"

"You are… uhhh…" She slipped out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. "I told you not to get anything spicy."

"Yeah…" He took a deep breath and rolled onto his back. "Sorry."

After flipping the light on in the bathroom, she sat on the toilet and peed with her eyes closed and her head slumping over. "What time is it?"

"Huh? I don't…"

She half-heartedly washed her hands then returned to the bedroom just as George let go of another bomb. "You better get that out of your system before you get on the plane."

He grumbled something incoherently as she leaned down to look at the clock while holding her nose. "Shit!"

"Wha…"

"It's five."

"Yeah?"

Rushing to the front of the room, she flipped on the overhead light. "You said you set the alarm."

"I thought I did." He shielded his eyes from the light and ran his tongue around his mouth grimacing. "I have a bad taste in my mouth."

"There's a shock." She stood over him glaring. "Get up. We're late."

"What time does the plane leave?"

"7:10,” she called back as she headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

"We're not that late," he replied as he slowly made it to his feet.

"Yeah we are. We're supposed to be in the car right now. It's an international flight."

He waved his hand at her. "They exaggerate how early you need to get there."

"Uh-huh." She rolled her eyes at him as she stepped into the shower.

"So, I won't take a shower." He staggered into the bathroom.

"No, you're taking a shower. A good one!"

"All right."

"I'll be out in one minute." Looking out the glass door, she spotted him sitting on the toilet and cringed. "Hey, if you're going to do that, please go in the other…" she stopped mid-sentence when she saw his face contort and heard the unmistakable sounds. She shook her head and turned away mumbling, "perfect."

While there are some bizarre things you get semi-comfortable with after nineteen years of marriage, this definitely wasn't one of them. Thank God, she could count on one hand the number of times she'd shared this particular event with him, but she really didn't need it, not today.

"Sorry." He flipped the switch to turn on the exhaust fan wearing a smile born of blissful relief.

Victoria Wilde sat in her car less than two miles away, outside a large home in an upscale Miami suburb, staring at her cell phone with her thoughts swirling. Should she drive away, go alone and just call him to say she made a mistake? Was this really the right move for her after everything that happened? The moment she saw Ethan step out the front door to the brightly lit portico, her doubts disappeared. It wasn't just his striking good looks, or his steely blue eyes, or his trim muscular physique. It was the confidence with which the young man carried himself. Yeah, it was that, along with the unbelievable night the two had spent together in that hotel room just a few days earlier. She shook her head and sighed. If he hadn't showed up that day in Tampa and rescued her, she didn't want to think about what might have been. Yes, this was the best thing to happen to her in over a year. And no, she wasn't going to over analyze it—she was just going to do.

He wore a huge smile as he headed to the car carrying a small suitcase. Slipping into the passenger seat, he closed the door then gave her a deep kiss.

She pulled away first, grinning. "You're full of energy this morning."

"Well, I missed you."

"I missed you too." She gave him a skeptical look. "Your parents really don't have a problem with you going with an old… I mean… Older woman?"

"No," he replied softly.

"Wait…" She scoffed. "You didn't tell them did you?"

"Well, um, no. I said I was going on a cruise with this girl I was dating from school—that it was a last minute thing."

"Uh-huh."

"We did actually meet at school, so that's mostly the truth."

"Okay…"

"I also said it was this girl's graduation present. I think they felt a little guilty since their gift was sorta lame in comparison."

"What'd they give you?"

"A wallet."

"A wallet?"

"Yeah, but it had five hundred in cash…" he frowned, "…plus they just paid for my one hundred twenty thousand dollar college education."

"College is that much now?" Victoria scoffed. "I think you should be happy with the wallet."

"Yeah, probably."

"You don't think they'd approve of me?"

"Maybe. I don't know." Looking her over, he flashed her a grin. "My dad certainly would."

"Maybe I should've met them or—"

"I'm twenty-one for God's sake. I can make my own decisions."

"Okay." She nodded. "I'm just glad you could go. I really need to get away from here for a while."

"I can't think of a place I wouldn't go with you." They shared a smile until he gave her a hesitant look. "So you didn't finish telling me about Rebecca. Is she still… breathing?"

She put on a deadly serious tone and said, "If shallow breaths count then yes, when I left her she was still breathing."

"Seriously?"