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Friends with Benefits	By : Scription_Addict Category: S through Z > Waking the Dead Views: 1160 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Friends with Benefits
- 1
Dr Grace Foley woke to the sounds of a someone knocking on her front door, she glanced at the clock on the bedside table, it was 3.30 am, Who the bloody hells that, she thought to herself.
She got out of bed, grabbing her robe from behind the bedroom door, and walked down the stairs of her home, turning on lights as she passed them. As she got to the front door she undid the main lock, but left the chain on the door for security.
She opened the door as far as the chain would allow to see Peter Boyd standing in her doorway, his collar turned up and dripping from the heavy rain that was falling outside.
"Boyd, what the hell are you doing here at this time of the morning?" She said whilst hurriedly removing the chain to allow him in.
"I needed to see you." He replied, and as she opened the door he pushed her against the wall in her hallway and started to kiss her intemperately, his clear hunger overwhelming her, and the rain on his body dripping on her.
She pushed him away slightly, "What the bloody hell are you doing?" She said closing her front door.
"Come on Grace it's not the first time!"
"It's the first time you've got me out of bed at 3.30am."
"I figured if I couldn't sleep why should you, and after all, you're the reason I can't sleep."
"Why am I the reason you can't sleep?"
"Isn't that obvious?" He said rubbing his hips against her so she could feel the fullness of his current problem.
"You came around to my house at 3.30am, for that!"
"God I need you, you drive me insane."
"Go home Boyd." She replied and went to open her front door again for him.
"I thought you were okay with this arrangement."
"Arrangement? You make me sound like a bloody prostitute."
"Oh for Christ's sake Grace, you know I didn't mean it like that, we agreed after the first time, that we'd just, you know, when we felt like it."
"No Boyd, we agreed after we slept together the first time, that neither of us was keen on a relationship, but if it happened again we'd be okay with that, it was never a sodding arrangement."
"It's the same bloody difference Grace, you're just splitting hairs, and besides, it has happened again, quite a few times actually."
"The same difference? There is a big difference between us falling into bed together to work out our frustrations after a heavy day at work, and you turning up unannounced at 3.30am and expecting to have sex with me like I'm some seedy call girl."
"For fucks sake, why do you have to be like this? Why do you have to spoil the mood?"
"I wasn't in the mood Boyd, I was bloody sleeping."
"Okay so you weren't in the mood, I was. I couldn't sleep and I have so much blood flowing to my dick that I'm in danger of passing out. All I could think of was you, wanting you, needing you, the constant reminder of how good it was the last time, how amazing you make me feel, I can't get you out of my head." He backed her against the wall and began to kiss her again, softer this time, his hands pressed lightly on her waist gently pinning her against the wall. "Oh god Grace, what do you want me to do, beg? Cos I will, I'll get down on my knees and fucking beg if it will get me into your bed tonight."
He lightly tugged on the cord of her fluffy white bathrobe, allowing it to fall open, his hands instantly drawn to her waist, the silky smooth material of her mid length satin nightdress soft against his hands. His mouth moved to her neck, her skin warm against his lips. As he gently began to suck and nibble her exposed skin he heard, the now familiar sound, of her moaning against him, he knew the battle was won, she was his.
He moved his mouth back to hers, and as their lips clashed he felt the velvety warmth of her tongue in his mouth.
She pushed him away and took a deep breath before speaking. "Take your shoes off before you come up." She said walking away from him and heading back upstairs.
Boyd hurriedly kicked off his shoes and hung up his coat, before almost running up the stairs, where Grace was now back in bed, minus the satin nightdress.
Boyd undressed and climbed in bed with he. "Why did you take the little satin number off ? I love undressing you, it's like unwrapping a christmas present, and it turns me on."
"I don't think you need to be any more turned on. Do you?"
"You can never have too much of a good thing." He replied sliding his hand around her waist and placing it flat on her back, before sliding it down further and resting it on her arse, his hand cupping and squeezing her slightly, as he again started to press his lips to hers, slipping his tongue into her very receptive mouth, as she returned the gesture.
Her hand glided down over his stomach to find his achingly hard erection, her hand closed around him and she began to stroke him, lightly to start with, she felt his breathing hitch slightly as she upped the pace a little.
"Oh god you make me so fucking hard, I want you now."
"Patience Peter, it will be all the better for waiting." She replied whilst kissing him and drawing his lips into hers.
His hand now started to divert from her arse, making circles with his fingers as he moved to her inner thighs, she lifted one leg slightly, allowing him better access to where he was aiming for, and where she desperately wanted him. One thing she knew for sure, was that he had a knack, a knack of making her want everything he had to give. He had a way with his hands that she had never experienced before, she had no idea where he had learnt the skills that he had honed so well, but he had obviously done a master class, because he most definitely was a master.
As his fingers found what they were seeking he began to make gentle circles around the sensitive core of her body, touching her, softly at first, before building a steady and more resolute rhythm. He replaced his finger with his thumb, so that he could use his fingers within her, she began to move against his hand, breathless and audible every time he touched in the general locality of where she needed and wanted him to touch her. His fingers curling inside of her, touching her inner erogenous zone with expert accuracy every time. It sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her body and forced her senses into overdrive. She was always a little inhibited in the bedroom and never one to scream the roof off, her soft moans of pleasure were usually as much as he could hope for by way of a response, but as he continued to manipulate her body, the sensations became too much and she cried out, "Oh Christ! Fuck!"
She began to grind herself against his hand as she edged closer to the ultimate goal. By now she had released her grip on him, selfishly chasing her own prize, and Boyd looked on as she gloriously reached that prize and snatched it with both hands, claiming it, owning it, and riding it like a surfer rides the ultimate wave.
As she composed herself, and her breathing returned to normal, she turned her attentions to him, needing and wanting to make him feel as fantastic as he had made her feel. She kissed him and steered him on to his back, beginning to kiss her way down his body, her hand rested on his knee and moved it's way gently up his leg, meeting with her mouth in the middle of his body, where his spectacular length waited for her.
The merest touch of her mouth against him almost sent him over the edge, the feel of her lips and her tongue, his body was racing out of control and he knew he could either let her continue or change the status quo some what, and take control. The one thing he knew for sure was, that if she continued down this path, he wouldn't be able to last much longer. They'd been down this road before, and the last time she'd performed this particular act on him, he'd been rocked to his very soul, his climax so powerful it had rattled his ancestors.
She was amazing, he knew that, but he didn't want her this way, he wanted the ultimate contact, that amazing feeling of releasing himself inside her, of feeling her body envelop him. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her head, his mouth instantly making contact with her neck as she sat up, he pushed her back so that he had the higher ground, he was in control, and he was desperate for that supreme contact.
She felt strangely comforted by the feeling of his body on top of hers, his weight pushing down on her, with one confident movement, he was inside her, where he wanted to be.
She groaned as he stilled himself, that amazing feeling of completeness as her body received him willingly, eagerly, the unspoken moments between them too powerful to describe, lost in each other. As he gazed into her eyes, completely absorbed by her, he started to move his hips, gently at first, and then more potently, building a steady pulsation.
She moved her hands to his back and began to scratch at his skin lightly, her nails digging into his buttocks in a futile attempt to pull him deeper into her. He smothered her lips with his own, and continued his swift propulsions into her, causing her to again squeal with pleasure.
"Oh fuck." He moaned against her neck, his body on fire as he came hard, the feeling of needing to be deep inside her as he released himself overwhelming him, causing her to moan loudly again as his hard thrusts pushed her near to the edge for the second time.
"Give it up Grace, let it happen." He whispered to her, his nimble and expertly agile fingers now sliding between them and seeking out her sensitive nub. As he brought her to a second climax she held him tightly to her, gripping onto him, digging her nails into his hips as she tried to prolong the sensation, trying to control his movements.
He all but collapsed on her as his body attempted to recover from the physical exertion, continuing to lay on top of her, his soft lips gentle and sensual against her own, his arms reassuringly holding her, and his hands tracing soft patterns against her skin.
As he rolled to the side they lay facing each other, neither of them speaking, just holding each other, still slightly out of breath.
It was he who broke the silence, "You okay?" He asked her.
"Mm, yeah." She replied, her voice quiet and sullen, she lowered her head and moved into the crook of his arm.
"You don't sound it."
"I'm okay, just tired that's all."
"Talk to me Grace, I hate it when you go all moody on me."
"I'm not moody Boyd, I told you I..."
"Yeah just tired, I heard you okay, I just don't believe it."
"You got what you wanted Boyd, so what's with the interrogation?"
"What the hell is wrong with you, you make it sound like I just forced myself on you."
"I didn't say you forced yourself on me, I just..."
"Maybe you didn't say it, but you're acting like it. I got what I wanted, what the hell is that supposed to mean."
"It means you turned up on my doorstep at 3.30 in the morning, wake me up and then worm your way into my bed, did you ever think for one minute that being woken up at that time of the morning wasn't what I wanted, did it not occur to you to phone first."
"If I'd have phoned you'd have told me to bugger off and hung up."
"Yes I would have."
"But you still wanted it, I didn't hear you moaning, well I did actually, but that's different."
"Oh grow up Boyd okay, the world does not begin and end around your sex life, I'm a person, I have feelings and emotions."
Grace pulled her self out of his embrace and rolled over, sitting on the edge of the bed, her back now turned to him. He rolled over and placed his hand on her hip, leaning forward he rested his forehead in the middle of her back.
"I'm sorry, come back in here."
"I can't."
"Why?" He asked.
"Peter, I can't do this any more." She replied, an air of emotion in her voice.
"Why not?" He replied, his voice husky and low, kissing her back as he finished speaking, his hand slipping from her hip to her stomach.
"It's not enough."
"I've never had any complaints before." he replied jovially.
"Why do you do that?"
"What?"
"Try to be Peter bloody Kay, when I'm trying to be serious."
"I'm sorry, tell me what's wrong."
She kept her back to him as she spoke, "It's not enough Peter, I want more."
"You said you were okay with this."
"That was weeks ago, we had one night of sex and then decided neither of us was interested, neither of us wanted a relationship, I didn't know I was making a lifetime decision to sleep with you every time you get a hard on."
"You weren't, we weren't, we just said if it happened it happened, friends with benefits I think they call it."
"Well personally I'm not feeling the benefits."
"Really, cos just now you looked like you were benefiting quite a lot."
"I can't do this Boyd, we have sex once or twice a week and then pretend it never happened for the rest of the time, I can't do it any more."
"Why not? what's changed?"
"Isn't that obvious?"
"Not to me, as you so rightly pointed out once, I can't read women."
"I'm falling in love with you for god's sake." As she finished the sentence she got up and left, grabbing her bathrobe once more and heading to the kitchen.
She'd been standing gazing out of her kitchen window for sometime, when she heard a noise behind her, she turned to see him standing in the doorway, with just his jeans on, no shirt or shoes, and the button on his jeans left undone.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"For what? I'm the one making a fool of myself, again."
"Okay, two things, firstly, you are in no way making a fool of yourself, and secondly, I'm sorry for this situation, for coming onto you at every opportunity I get, and thinking that we could remain aloof about it, it was stupid. We're friends we have always been friends, and, I just thought that we could do this and not need the emotional side of a relationship, but I was wrong, and you're right."
"Okay, so we call it a day now, before we really hurt each other."
"No Grace, that's not what I mean, I can't imagine not being with you. Not having you in my life, isn't an option, it's not just sex, I don't think it ever has been, not for you or me, not if we're being completely honest with each other."
"So what do you want?"
"Like you said, I want more, this isn't enough."
"So where do we go from here?"
"Well it's Saturday, we don't have to go to work, so how about you go back to bed, and I pop out and get us some croissants and coffee, and we have breakfast in bed, followed by lunch in bed, and then dinner in bed, and supper in bed, and maybe then we could find something other than eating to do in bed."
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