Misbehaving (8 page)

He changed clothes in his room. He gave himself a once- and then twice-over in the mirror. Lunch was a casual affair today. He’d put on khaki shorts and a fitted T-shirt, which was his usual day-off uniform. July in upstate New York. He had every right to wear shorts, right? And he did have good calves or so his ex-girlfriend always told him. But was this outfit too casual? Would Beatriz like it? Would she think he looked too casual? Or would she think he looked cool and confident?

“Oh, my God,” he said to himself. “I’m a man. Men don’t worry about their outfits.”

He changed clothes twice more before leaving the room and knocked on Beatriz’s door wearing slacks and an Oxford shirt.

Beatriz answered the door wearing shorts and a T-shirt.

“Dammit,” Ben said after one glance at her.

“Hello to you, too, stranger,” she said, letting him in the room.

“Sorry. I had shorts on and then I thought it was too casual.”

“It’s just lunch. And it’s July. And you have great calves.”

“I told myself all of that.”

“Start listening to yourself,” she said and kissed him. “Here. How about this?” Beatriz pulled off her shirt and shorts, took off her bra, and changed quickly into a strappy sundress. “Feel better now?”

“I just saw your boobs.”

“So…?”

“I feel much better now.”

They walked into the hotel restaurant together. Ben wanted to walk in holding Beatriz’s hand but she’d been slightly hesitant to even go to lunch with him. He decided not to push it. He hadn’t told anyone he and Beatriz were having sex this week. No one knew and apparently Beatriz wanted to keep it that way.

“Hi, kiddos,” Henry said as they took their places at the table. “You all find something fun to do last night? Movie? Evening stroll?”

“No, we just fucked a lot,” Beatriz said after putting in an order for tea and water.

Ben nearly choked on his water. Henry and Claudia laughed. Apparently they both were well-aware of what they’d been up to.

“Sorry,” Ben swallowed his water without further incident. “I tried to talk her into the movie, but she would have nothing of it. She used me and abused me instead.”

“Poor dear,” Claudia said, patting his cheek. “You can stay with me and Henry. We won’t let the big bad Bea hurt you anymore.”

“Thank you, Claudia. I appreciate that. Your sister’s an animal,” Ben said and Beatriz put an ice cube down the back of his shirt.

Lunch was a festive affair, everyone talking and laughing at once. Ben gorged on
lunch. He usually never ate this much, but he figured he’d lost about two pounds just in semen in the past twenty-four hours. Might as well dive in. The rest of lunch he spent talking with the other groomsmen, friends of Henry’s from his work. He already knew Mark, Henry’s brother. They all promised Mark they would not allow the wedding planner to oust him as best man just because he was shorter than the rest of them. Mark thanked them profusely. He said that it was only fair that Henry got the height gene as he took the brains gene. Henry agreed.

Even as they talked and joked, Ben kept glancing over at Beatriz. The sun had come out and cast a golden light through the windows. He couldn’t stop staring at this beautiful woman and remembering how she’d looked naked underneath him, her skin flushed with desire, her nipples hard and her breasts pert, her flat stomach quivering from the orgasm as her clitoris pulsed against his fingers.

And then Ben had an erection.

Dammit.

He willed it away by concentrating on his drink, on his conversation, on the faces of the other groomsmen. He looked at Henry making an obscene gesture with a French fry. That helped. Erection gone. He kept his eyes off Beatriz. This was lunch, a wedding lunch. He needed to focus on his groomsman duties and not think about Beatriz or sex or anything of the sort.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around he saw Beatriz standing behind him. She handed him a note written on a paper napkin and left the restaurant.

He opened the note.

Come fuck me
, it read.
Chapter four is waiting for us
.

Far be it from him to disobey the direct order of a napkin.

“Gotta go, guys,” he said. “Duty calls.”

Chapter Eight

Henry rolled his eyes as Ben followed Beatriz out the door. Well, they’d lasted longer than he and Claudia would have under the same circumstances. Their first week together in college, he and Claudia both missed all their classes. They did nothing but have sex, sleep, eat, have more sex, more sleep, more sex, more eating. By the end of day seven, they were both dehydrated and severely chafed. Henry had even gone by the school clinic. The nurse on duty took one look at his red and chafed penis and told him no sex for a week. It was the longest week of his life.

Leaning over, he tapped Claudia on her leg.

“What’s up?” she asked.

Henry leaned in and whispered.

“Ben’s dick and Beatriz’s skirt. They just left.”

Claudia glanced around the table to confirm their departure.

“Well, they lasted longer than we would have,” she said. “More power to them.”

“Am I out of the doghouse now?” he asked, running his hand over her bare thigh.

“We’ll see…” she said. “Right now they’re just having a bunch of sex. If they decide to stay together after the week is over, then you’ll be completely out of the doghouse.”

“We can have doggie style while I’m in the doghouse, right?” Henry asked.

“Of course.”

“I might just stay in it then.”

He kissed his fiancée and went back to eating French fries in the most inappropriate ways he could think of. He looked around the table and smiled with deep satisfaction. He’d initially balked at the idea of a big wedding. They could afford it, yes, but surely they could put their money to better use than something that seemed like nothing more than a glorified party. But now he saw two high school friends talking to a college friend talking to a work friend. His brother, Mark, had his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders as they chatted with his grandmother and aunt whom he hadn’t seen in months. Even his mother and father looked relaxed for the first time in years. All they ever did was work, work, work. Their oldest son’s wedding had forced them to take a week’s vacation. Free time suited them. These people were together enjoying each other’s company and all because he and Claudia had decided to have a big wedding. Everyone had brought gifts to celebrate their marriage. But this wedding was his and Claudia’s gift to them—a reason to take time off work and just have fun with friends and family. He should get married every week.

He kissed Claudia on the cheek.

“I’ll be right back,” Henry said to her. His waiter had watered him like a damn plant at lunch.

“On your way back from the bathroom, could you stop by the front desk? I’m having something delivered.”

“I’ll check. Anything special?”

“Just stuff for the honeymoon,” she said and turned back to her conversation with his two favorite cousins.

After his trek to the bathroom, Henry stopped by the front desk. A bellhop asked him if he could offer his assistance.

“My fiancée said she was having something delivered to the hotel. Claudia Spears. Can you check?”

“Haven’t seen anything come in today. You know what it is?” the bellhop, whose nametag read
Keaton
, asked.

“No. She just said it was stuff for the honeymoon. Clothes probably or that fancy sunblock she always orders. I think it’s just one box.”

The bellhop disappeared into a backroom. Five minutes later he returned with a box.

“Here you go,” Keaton said. “Need a box cutter? Knife? Machete?”

Henry patted his pockets. He’d left his keys in the hotel room. “Yeah, thanks.”

Keaton pulled out a small knife and sliced the tape on the box. Out of curiosity, Henry opened it and looked inside.

“What the hell?” he asked, staring at the contents of the box. Keaton peeked over his shoulder.

“Where you going on your honeymoon? Sodom and Gomorrah?” the bellhop asked.

Inside the box Henry found three books.

The Good Girl’s Guide to Pegging Your Man
.

When He’s Just Not Enough—A How-to Manual for Successful Open Relationships
.

Swinging for Dummies
.

And at the bottom of the box he found a harness and dildo.

“What the…” Henry breathed.

“That’s a strap-on,” Keaton said. “Your girl must want to fuck you up the butt on your honeymoon.”

“No way.”

“You just got to use lube. Trust me on this.”

Henry threw the books in the box and closed the flaps. He started to stalk toward the restaurant but stopped. Open relationships? Swinging? Claudia was going to wait until their honeymoon to tell him she wanted to sleep with other guys
and
fuck him up the butt? His stomach churned with anger and his head throbbed with fear. He wasn’t enough for her? Their sex life wasn’t enough for her?

He turned back around and headed for the elevators. Once in his room he paced back and forth for ten minutes trying to decide what to do. There was only one thing to do, he finally decided. The strong, manly thing to do.

Run for his life. And his butthole.

He picked up his phone and sent Claudia a text message.

The wedding is off
.

Chapter Nine

Beatriz had only gotten her panties off by the time Ben knocked on her door. In her breezy un-underweared state she let him in, not giving him a chance to say a single word before she kissed him.

His hands were all over her. He stroked her back and her hair, grabbed her bottom and squeezed, caressed her nipples through the light fabric of her sundress.

“What’s chapter four?” Ben asked as he pushed them toward the bed.

“It’s various ‘from behind’ positions. Doggie style, et cetera.”

“Chapter four is my new favorite chapter.”

Beatriz grabbed the book off the nightstand and flipped through the pages as Ben kissed the back of her shoulders.

“What’s it say?” he asked.

“Blah blah intensity,” she read. “Blah blah penetration blah sitting blah standing blah lying-down blah blah good view of the ass…”

“This chapter sounds pretty blah. Except for the ass part.”

“Basically it just tells us the five different ways to do rear entry.”

“I’m entering your rear?” Ben asked, not at all troubled by that prospect.

“Anal’s chapter eight. We’ll get to it tomorrow,” Beatriz said. “Any preference?”

She showed him the page with all the illustrations. Classic doggie style with the woman on her hands and knees and the man kneeling behind her…standing rear entry with the woman bent over a table or the bed…lying down rear entry with the man stretched out on top of the woman, his chest to her back.

“I like that one,” Ben said, pointed to seated rear entry where the man sat in a chair and the woman sat in his lap.

“Worth a shot. Find a chair.”

Ben pulled the comfiest looking hotel chair next to the bed. He started to undress, but Beatriz stopped his hands.

“I like sex with my clothes on sometimes. Makes it feel dirtier, you know,” she said, her stomach fluttering with excitement. Making him come in the shower this morning had only whetted her appetite for more of him. “Is that okay?”

“As long as my dick’s out and your panties are on the other side of the room, it’s fine by me.”

Beatriz picked up her underwear lying on the bed and tossed them at the door.

“Good enough?” she asked.

“I’d prefer them in the trash can, but it´ll do” He pulled her down onto his lap. Their mouths met and as they kissed he pulled the strap of her sundress down, baring her breast. He tortured her lips with soft, playful bites. He kissed a path down her shoulder, cupped her breast, and brought her nipple to his mouth. She moaned as he licked her nipple. She loved watching him kiss her breasts. He always closed his eyes as if to concentrate on this most important of tasks. His long eyelashes rested on his cheeks. His tongue circled her areola. The man knew his way around a woman’s body. She should write a thank-you note to every woman he’d ever fucked before. They’d taught him well.

He pulled down the other strap of her dress and gave her left breast equal attention until both her breasts felt heavy in his hands. Ben slid his hand under her
dress and she opened her legs for him as best she could while sitting on his lap. He pushed two fingers in her, and she moaned, already so wet for him she’d probably left a stain on his pants.

Ben massaged her G-spot, spiraling into her deeper and deeper until she felt him pressing against her pubic bone. It was the most delicious sensation. She should make a note of this to put in her book review. But her phone was all the way around the room. Fuck it. The review could wait.

As he teased her and played with her body, Beatriz held on to his shoulders, rubbed his strong arms and back through the fabric. She loved his body, couldn’t get enough of it, couldn’t get enough of him.

And that was bad. She only had him for a week and once the week was over…Her heart stuttered when she thought that it would happen again, that Ben would walk away and she’d have to watch him go. Maybe using him as her book review partner had been a bad idea. She was enjoying this way too much.

“Ready?” Ben asked and Beatriz hesitated only a moment before nodding her head, too turned on to even utter a coherent sentence. Even with all her second thoughts, she knew she wanted him inside her, needed him inside her. She rose up off his lap and Ben unzipped his pants. She stroked him a few times before sliding the condom down over him. He gripped her by the hips and turned her back to him. Carefully she lowered herself, waiting until she felt the tip of his penis against her soaking, swollen inner lips. Once she did she sank down onto him, sighing with the deepest pleasure as he impaled her.

“This is my favorite part,” she sighed as she leaned back against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

“What is?” he asked, kissing her bare shoulders.