Whatever She Wants

Ben and I got up, finished our drinks with a couple of big gulps, and left our glasses and the table behind. I felt his hand on my hip lightly, his touch electric as he gently guided me to the dance floor. We found a small gap in the crowd and started dancing.

It was intense, being surrounded by all the other hot, writhing bodies, feeling out the beat, being able to move along with the music, and finding the rhythm of the crowd as everyone was dancing, swaying, and chanting along.

It felt different from any club I’d been to in New York. We looked at each other and smiled as we moved, caught up in the joy of the moment.

“This is insane!” he yelled, moving closer to allow me to hear him. He didn’t move back away after he’d spoken. Instead, his arm slid around me, his hand coming to my lower back, fingers skimming the top of my ass.

“So insane,” I seconded, shivering from the contact of his touch despite the heat in the room.

With each song, we drew closer to one another, feeling the tension build between us. As Ben’s confidence grew, his hands explored my hips, waist, thighs, and ass, and I found myself leaning into the pressure of each touch, wanting to quench the desire I felt rippling through me.

I turned in his arms, grinding my ass against his crotch, and felt his erection grow.

“Are you sure you’re not setting me up to get punched in the face?” Ben asked, his lips next to my ear. “Because it would kind of ruin my trip.”

I leaned my head back against his shoulder and laughed. “I promise, I’m not.”

“I hope not. Because I really want to kiss you right now.”

I wanted that too. Rather than talking myself out of it or allowing myself to get lost in indecision, I decided to just go for it. With a quick glance to make sure we were still in Jordan’s line of sight, I turned and gripped a fistful of Ben’s shirt, pulling him closer until our lips met.

My hands slid up from his chest and around his neck. I combed my fingers into his chestnut hair and tugged, tilting his head just so, and slipped my tongue into his mouth. I felt the vibration of his moan and leaned further into him before pulling back, drawing him in.

I opened my eyes to peer over his shoulder at Jordan, making sure he was still watching. He was, and the way he looked at me sent a thrill of pleasure straight to my core.

I felt my phone buzz in the crossbody purse I wore against my hip. Ben felt it too. He pulled back just enough to ask, “Is that him?”

I nodded. “I think so.” I plucked out my phone to check, finding several new messages from Jordan.

I felt the heat from Jordan’s texts in my cheeks and between my legs. I could tell Ben saw some of the messages, not that I was trying very hard to hide the screen from his view.

His eyes darted from the phone to my face a few times, obviously curious to know what else Jordan had written, but he was too polite to ask.

So I offered, “Do you want to see?”

He took a moment to contemplate before bending his head over mine to see the screen, which I’d turned to face him. He read the messages, his expression changing as he scrolled through them. His eyebrows furrowed with embarrassment or maybe anger.

“Is that what this whole ‘being watched’ thing is all about for you? You get off on hearing him putting other guys down and embarrassing them?”

My eyes bugged out a bit at his response. “No!” I hadn’t anticipated that he would take it that way. “No,” I repeated, trying to assure him. “I’m sorry. Jordan can come off as kind of a dick sometimes, but it’s just about… I don’t know, making each other jealous, I guess.”

Ben still looked wary, but he seemed to calm back down. “I’m sorry,” he started. “I guess I’m just a little thrown off my game. I’m not used to women being so forward about what they want. If I’m moving too slow, it’s just because I’m used to testing the waters. I don’t want to come off like a pushy asshole.”

I smiled. “That makes sense.” Then, “Anyway, I thought the kiss was really good.”

Ben raised his eyebrows in question. “Yeah?”

I nodded before admitting, “Jordan isn’t wrong about me liking things a little on the rough side, but that doesn’t mean you’re not a good kisser.” I stepped closer to him, allowing my fingers to trail down his chest slowly before hooking them into his belt loops.

That was all the motivation needed. “I think I can handle ‘a little rough,’” Ben said, his voice husky. He pulled me into another kiss. Taking more control, he deepened the kiss right away and tugged me closer by my hips.

I gasped as a surge of heat shot through me, turned on by this more aggressive side to Ben. I happily followed his lead, encouraging him and touching him back.

Soon, I felt Ben’s hand sliding up my thigh, lifting my dress a bit. I moaned into the kiss when I felt it, gripping his arms tighter. He pulled back. “Was that message meant to be a checklist? I’m supposed to go up your dress now?”

I smiled coyly. “Sounds pretty good to me.”

Ben turned his head to the side to make sure Jordan was still watching, as if making a point that he, too, was capable of making me feel good. Then he looked back at me as his fingers reached between my legs. “What else sounds good to you?”

I smiled broadly before muffling a whimper against his shoulder as his fingers rubbed along my slit, through my panties. I wasn’t used to being vocal about what I wanted, but I urged myself on anyway and managed to say, with only a bit of insecurity in my voice. “I like being told what to do. So really, it’s whatever you want.”

Ben swallowed. “That’s really hot.”

I leaned in and gently sucked on his lower lip. “You think so?”

“What if I told you to come outside with me and suck my cock in the lane?”

I felt a shiver of excitement and arousal just from hearing the request. But I was also hesitant. The thought of that particular act made me feel a bit insecure, like if anyone were to see me, I would surely be judged and thought of as a hooker.

But then I imagined doing the same thing to Jordan, having him give me the same command. I would want to do it in that case. It would be really hot. Maybe it wasn’t so much the act itself that was making me uncomfortable, but the thought of doing it with, or to, a stranger.

I tried to reframe it in my mind and remind myself that the idea of doing things with a stranger had always been a turn-on for me. It’s part of what led Jordan and me here, to this moment.

I must have taken too long to respond because Ben started backtracking. “Sorry, was that too much? It’s fine if you don’t want to, obviously. I didn’t mean to be offens—”

“It’s okay. I want to do it,” I interrupted.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes searching.

I nodded. “This whole thing,”—I point to Jordan, then Ben, then myself—“I’ve never done this before, but I was thinking about it, and picturing it, and the idea is really turning me on.”

I saw Ben’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “That’s…good,” he sputtered.

I nodded.

Ben leaned down, capturing my lips in a slow, sensual kiss. “Fuck. C’mon,” he prompted, taking my hand and leading me toward the club’s exit.

I laughed and followed but not before I glanced over my shoulder to the bar. I was glad to see Jordan getting up too, settling his tab to follow.