Memoirs of a Wild Child (17 page)

“I could get used to this, turning my phone off is so liberating.” I bit my lip and sheepishly pulled my phone from my pocket. “Ah ah, Carvalho, go and put that in your locker right now. This is about me and you, and total relaxation.” He looked stern, and I liked it. I pouted playfully before making my way back to the changing rooms and putting my now-switched-off phone, in my locker.

When I walked back out to the pool, I stopped in my tracks and gulped. Ben was taking off his robe, and I shit you not, everything went into slow motion. It was like one of those scenes in films where girls are washing cars in bikinis, and it’s all sexy body close ups and lip biting; okay, it probably wasn’t like that, but fuck me, I was throbbing.

His body was to die for. I’ll never forget that first glimpse of what lies under those tight fitting shirts he likes to wear, not as long as I live. I mean, even now he makes my mouth water when he undresses, but that first time nearly gave me a heart attack.

Now let me just clarify, in case I haven’t made this clear before now… I’ve been with a lot of hot men in the past; and I mean, really hot, but Ben, jeez! I don’t know if it was the strength of my feelings for him or just his pure hotness, but he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I watched as the robe slid over the curve of his ripped shoulders, revealing his tattoo. The way it had fallen open in the middle revealed his toned washboard abs and delicious pecs. As he took the robe off and laid it on the lounger, he looked up and saw me watching him; the look on his face was priceless, and I was momentarily devastated that I didn’t have my bloody phone to capture a photo of it. His eyes sparkled mischievously, as he curved his mouth into a sort of side grin and raised his eyebrows knowingly. He knew he’d got me; I needed some power back. I stood up straight, let down my hair, dramatically shaking it out from side to side before undoing my robe, letting it drop to the floor, stepping out of the mules and descending the steps into the pool. I turned to face Ben and backed away, sticking my tongue out as he let out a laugh of surrender and nodded in defeat.

After picking up my robe and slippers and putting them on my lounger, Ben dived into the pool and swam up to me.

“You look fucking sensational,” he said in a low, gravelly voice as he grabbed my hips and pulled me against his hard wet body. “This was a genius idea of mine.” He smiled that smile again, the one that makes me squirm and clench my thighs together.

I threw my head back, exposing my neck to him and thanking God, as he started to kiss me there, that we were the only people in the pool area. I moaned quietly, before bringing my head down so that my lips met his. As we kissed, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and whimpered as I felt him hard against me; shit, I was so ready for him.

“Pippa Carvalho.” A voice called out behind me, and I snapped my head around, furious at the interruption. I gathered myself as I saw the smiling therapist. “Are you ready for your massage?” she asked, clearly amused.

‘I’m ready to shag this sexy piece of ass right here if you’d kindly fuck off’ is what I wanted to say. Instead, I swallowed hard, smiled, nodded and released Ben from my death grip before making my way over to the edge of the pool. As I ascended the steps, I turned and looked at Ben. “You staying in there?” I questioned, noticing him still standing in the middle of the pool.

“For a couple of minutes, yep,” he said glancing down and I smiled, winking, before picking up my robe and heading towards the treatment rooms.

My massage was amazing; despite being devastated to have left Ben and his massive erection floating alone in the middle of the pool, I did love every second of it. I never really get all that tense, my ‘water off a duck’s back’ way of looking at pretty much everything in life left little room for stress. But the massages were a gorgeous hour of total relaxation regardless of my lack of knotted muscles.

When I arrived back at the pool, Ben wasn’t there, and I assumed he had gone for a treatment so decided to go into the steam room. Normally when I steam, Rosie is with me to gossip and plan, but all I could do, alone in the eucalyptus-scented cloud of steam, was think. As the lights changed colours every thirty seconds or so, I lay down on the smooth, blue, mosaic tiles and listened to the rhythmic drip of water onto the floor, jumping when a droplet landed on my belly.

As I really thought about it, I couldn’t believe I was there. This, really, was only about our fourth date. It’s had been almost four weeks since the first, but I’d been out of the country for some of that time. I was actually in a hotel, sharing a suite with Benjamin Long.

A new level of calm descended over me as I thought about Ben, the way he treated me and talked to me, the way he looked at me. It was all so new then, and yet so familiar. I knew then that I could fall hard for him; I wasn’t sure that I hadn’t already.

The door to the steam room opened, and an older man walked in, I sat up, feeling suddenly self-conscious as he sat down opposite me. I heard him sigh as he adjusted to the heat. I could sort of see him through the steam, but not clearly. It’s a weird thing, sharing a steam room with a stranger. He sighed again, and as the steam swirled in the room, we made eye contact… awkward. I smiled, politely.

“Your boyfriend gone for a massage has he?” The man asked.  As if the eye contact wasn’t weird enough.

“I think so; he was gone before I came back from mine,” I reply, and he started chuckling,

“Gone to get his happy ending after you left him stranded I suspect.” Erm, what? I honestly didn’t know what to say, but this dirty old perv had obviously been hiding out somewhere watching us, and clearly thought that was an appropriate steam room conversation. “I can give you yours if you like?” Oh, so it actually could get worse?

“Excuse me?” I questioned.

“Well, you two were clearly frustrated… got me all hot and bothered.” Was this actually happening?

“Well, that’s really inappropriate. I don’t know you, and don’t really find that very funny to be honest.” I said, trying to contain my temper.

“Oh, I wasn’t trying to be funny, beautiful. You’re very sexy, I saw you strip off, you obviously like to play, so why not?” Oh. My. God!

“You dirty old fucker,” I said, seriously as I stood up. “I’m here with him, and he will get his happy ending, but from me. You are disgusting and need to assess your life if you think this is okay.” I reached for the handle of the door and felt his hand on my other wrist.

“I only want to finger you, darling, he won’t mind.” I threw up in my mouth a little, before yanking my hand away from his grip and leaving the steam room, heading straight for the reception, and security.

When Ben returned and saw me talking to the spa manager in my dressing gown, I could see the worry on his face. When I told him what had happened, he was livid. He wanted to kill the pervert, but was appeased that the police had been called to question him and that he was barred from the premises going forward.

He blamed himself for leaving me alone, but I assured him that I was fine, I’m a big girl and dirty old shits like that don’t concern me. We went up to the room, and he was quiet. He asked me what I’d like to do for the rest of the afternoon, and I said honestly, that I wanted to take a bubble bath. The bathroom in the suite was incredible, and I stunk of chlorine.

He pulled me close, kissed me on the forehead and told me to relax while he ran it for me. I put my phone on the dock in the room and put some music on; I smiled when I heard Ben start to sing along softly and decided to keep my dulcet tones to myself for now.

“Pip, it’s ready, you might want to adjust the temperature a bit as I wasn’t sure.” I turned and saw Ben leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, his shirt sleeves rolled up after, I assume, swirling the bubble bath around in the warm water. I bit my lip, grinning. He was so yummy at that moment, proper husband material.

“Thank you,” I said sincerely, as I started to walk towards the bathroom. I walked inside and smiled, genuinely, Ben blew me a kiss and closed the door.

Alone in the bathroom, I started to undress; removing my t-shirt and harem pants before standing still in my underwear and looking at myself in the mirror. ‘I want him,’ I admitted to myself, ‘why wait?’

“Ben,” I called out, almost nervously and waited for the door to open. When it did, concern quickly dropped from his expression as he took in my near nakedness. Underwear is different to a bikini; I don’t know why but it is. “Are you coming in?” I asked, tilting my head towards the bath and reaching for the clasp on the back of my bra.

“In there, with you, naked?” Ben questioned as he stepped forward into the bathroom. I smiled, exhaling on a single laugh.

“That’s the idea,” I answered as I unclasped my bra and dropped it to the floor. Ben looked at me open mouthed, closing one eye as though not sure if he was allowed to look. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my knickers as Ben inhaled, and then I pushed them down my thighs, letting them drop from my knees to the floor and stepping out of them.

Ben looked away briefly and then back to me, taking all of me in with his eyes as he rubbed a hand across his shaved head. Amused, turned on and feeling like a fucking boss, I turned my back and heard him groan in appreciation of my arse. Then I stepped into the satisfyingly hot water and sank down, turning and readying myself to watch him undress.

“Your turn,” I prompted and Ben rewarded me with a confident grin, before dramatically pulling apart his shirt. The popper studs making it extra easy but just as sexy as he revealed his body to me again.

He dropped his shirt to the floor, and his hands came to the waistband of his jeans, He undid the three buttons before he paused. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, and I nodded wildly, grinning like a kid who’s just been asked if she wanted ice cream. “Well alright then,” he shrugged playfully before pushing his trousers and boxers down in one.

HOLY SHIT!

That, right there, was one fine looking penis… I would normally say cock or dick, sometimes schlong or love stick, I’ve even been known to throw a ‘cheb’ in here or there, but that, hanging deliciously on Ben’s thighs, deserved the respect of me using its Sunday name… it also deserved the respect of having my tits wrapped around it but give it time.

I clasped my hands together in front of my face, willing myself to stay put and not dive on him as I bit down on my thumb. “Get in here,” I said, low and meaningful.  I couldn’t take my eyes off my afternoon snack as it sank below the bubbles, then I devoured the sight of Ben’s body before my eyes finally reached his. “You’re beautiful you know, Mr Long, really fucking beautiful.”

My grin was returned by Ben before he opened his arms and legs and called me to him, telling me to turn around and rest my back against his chest.

I could feel his dick against my arse as sank into him. Ben pulled my hair around to one side before kissing me just below my earlobe. I sighed and tilted my head away from him; giving him better access to the neck he seemed to love kissing.

I whimpered as he kissed me, before reaching over and picking up the bottle of shower gel and squeezing some into his palm. He kissed my temple and ear, making me close my eyes and lean my head back onto his shoulder as he rubbed his hands together.

I gasped as his soapy hands stroked gently across my tits, making my nipples stand to attention immediately. I felt his dick twitch against my lower back as he became more turned on, circling his palms over my nipples. I couldn’t help it as I arched my back, pushing them into his hands and encouraging him to keep going, to give me more.

His right hand squeezed and massaged my breast while his left thumb teased my nipple. Flickering across it before circling again, lubricated by the soap.

I arched my lower back, before rolling my hips back against his dick. He pushed forward slightly in response, releasing a slow breath against my ear as both hands massaged my breasts and my hips bucked, involuntarily.

Kissing my neck, Ben slid his right hand down my wet body to my thigh, stroking it up to my knee as I bent it, raising it out of the water. Slowly, running the fingers of his left hand across my stomach and up my side, Ben stroked his fingertips gently down my inner thigh.

I watched, breathing deeply in anticipation as his hand sank beneath the bubbles, and then I whimpered as he gently ran his fingers across me, applying a little more pressure as he repeated the action. I rolled my hips again.

As he dipped a finger inside me, then ran the moisture upwards, I turned my head to him, and he met my lips with his. Ben’s tongue slid seductively across my own, as his fingers teased me, making me rock wantonly, begging him for more. I gasped into his mouth as he started to circle my clit, making him smile against my lips. I broke the kiss to look into his eyes as he pleasured me, expertly. They were hungry, as hungry as mine as I rocked against his fingers, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth and moaning quietly as waves of bliss spread around my body, and the warm water sloshed noisily against our skin with the motion.

As his hand moved lower and he slid one and then two fingers inside me, I gasped and cried out, grinding my clit against his hand. Ben hummed appreciatively as his mouth crashed against mine, kissing me forcefully as his desire built.

As my orgasm grew closer, I reached my hand behind me, taking his cock in my grip. Ben gasped and moaned before rocking his hips in appreciation and encouragement. I squeezed, playfully, before using the waves of my approaching climax to stroke rhythmically up and down his length.