I Told You So Ch. 12

I dropped the box of clothes on the floor next to the mattresses leaning up against the wall and sighed in exhaustion.

"I am never, ever moving again. Ever," I stated to no one in particular.

Ben's arms slipped around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder.

"That works for me," he said, kissing my neck.

"Especially in fucking August," Joe said, coming into the room to deposit another box and then flopping on the floor.

I smirked, holding Ben's arms around me. "We need beers. And we need to turn up the central air. I don't care if it destroys our electric bill."

Ben kissed me. "Your wish is my command, sweetheart."

He left the room and I sank to the floor, stretching out on the carpet. We had bought a house - technically just Ben and I, though we had taken Joe with us to every showing and insisted on getting his input. Naturally he would be moving in with us. It was small, but perfect for us. The attic had been finished and turned into suite with a bedroom and a very large spa-like bathroom. There was also a small sitting area with floor to ceiling windows that opened onto a balcony overlooking the backyard. The main floor had another bedroom and bathroom for Joe, along with a spacious living area and eat-in kitchen. The boys had already begun plans to finish the basement to add a bedroom and possibly another bath.

Ben returned with beer and snacks, and some pillows for us to lounge on. I was torn between wanting to unpack so we could feel settled, and never wanting to move from my position on the floor. Ben reclined next to me and I quickly chose the latter. None of us spoke, and I found my mind wandering over the past year, the past six months. I still recognized our situation as unusual, but it had become so natural that it no longer confused me.

Joe and Ben's physical relationship had never evolved into anything independent of me, but seeing their closeness when we were all together - in bed or out - was as fulfilling to me as I know it was to them. For some reason it seemed like the one hurdle I needed in order to fully accept how I felt about both of them individually. I still couldn't explain it, just knew it felt right; that we all belonged together. It worked.

Nothing had changed for Ben and I, either. We got enough alone time but it was becoming less of a priority, as if things were only complete when the three of us spent time together.

If our families thought it was strange that we all continued living together, no one said anything. My parents had visited and met them, but my relationship with them was already so distant that I don't know if they noticed anything unusual. I wondered if Ben and Joe's parents - at least their mothers - had their suspicions. Joe and I were always affectionate with each other, and there was an exchange of surprised looks the first time he called me kitten in front of them, but they knew firsthand how close Ben and Joe were, so I assumed they explained it away in their minds as an extension of their relationship.

Joe did date, surprisingly. Even more surprising is that I was the one who encouraged him - nagged him, more like it. I suppose I couldn't let go of the part of me that felt that things should at some point become more...normal. Whenever he did date, I insisted things stop between us, wanting to give him and a potential new relationship a real chance to progress. We were still close and spent a lot of time together, but it was obvious that Ben and I each missed him. We weren't exactly jealous when he would date someone, but we were a little lonelier, maybe.

Recently he'd been seeing a woman named Mia, who I really liked. She was five years older than us, which I think made her confident enough to handle the comfort level the three of us had. With the few other women he'd dated that had spent time with us, I could sense their discomfort and unease with the way Joe and I were together. We may not have been having sex, but our mutual affection was something that we didn't try to hide.

Ben and I knew he and Mia had started sleeping together - Joe always spent the night at her place, which we teased him about. Mia was smart and open, hilarious with a devious sense of humor, but he still claimed he didn't want her to feel intimidated by listening to me in bed since I couldn't refrain from being loud. I boldly relayed this to Mia and she told Joe she could rise to the challenge if he could, at which point he smacked me on the behind while she laughed.

Her response made me like her even more, and I would be lying if I said I hadn't fleetingly wondered what it would be like to have a foursome with them. It was something I refused to entertain, however. I knew I wouldn't be able to handle watching Ben with another woman, even if it was just another woman in the same room that he didn't touch.

I laughed to myself now, realizing how hypocritical I was.

"What should we do for dinner?" I asked them. Now that I had cooled off and relaxed, I was starting to get anxious to get back to work.

"I'm seeing Mia tonight," Joe told us.

He was still lying on his back on the floor and his eyes had been closed, but now he opened them to give us a playful grin.

"Give you guys the chance to christen the new house. All I ask is that you save my bedroom for when I'm back."

Ben laughed but I looked at Joe in surprise. "You know that's not happening when you're with Mia," I reprimanded.

Joe shrugged and I narrowed my eyes. "You're not thinking about breaking up with her, are you?"

"What? No," he protested. "She's great."

"Do you see a future with her?" I asked.

I felt Ben's arm around me increase in pressure and I glanced at him to find him shaking his head slightly. I gave him a quizzical look before turning back to Joe when he spoke.

"I don't think so, kitten," Joe said quietly.

I pressed my lips together to prevent myself from asking the flood of questions hovering on the tip of my tongue.

"I thought you really liked her," was all I said in a small voice.

"I do," Joe said, sitting up. "She's just not the one."

I had a feeling he was using all his control to not look at me when he said it and I bit my lip. Ben took my hand and I looked at him again. His smile was rueful. I let out a small sigh.

"Joe -" I began regretfully.

He was at my side in an instant, giving me a quick hug. "Stop," he admonished, kissing my forehead. "I'm going to take a shower."

I glanced at Ben. He was watching Joe walk out of the room with a sympathetic expression. I rested my head on his shoulder, not wanting to speak. There wasn't anything to say about it - at least, nothing that we hadn't already said before on numerous occasions. Determined to shake the somber mood, I ran my hand up Ben's thigh.

"Which room first?" I asked suggestively. "The kitchen? Or should we try the steam option in the shower?"

I leaned away to meet his eyes and he grinned wickedly.

"The shower," he said decisively.

I smiled warmly at him, knowing he wanted our first time in our first home to be as private as possible. This was confirmed when he locked the door and set up the stereo quickly to turn up some music. He followed me into the bathroom so silently I gave a start when his arms came around me from behind. I pressed my behind into his crotch with a little sigh.

"I love you, babe," he whispered against my neck before turning me to face him.

"I love you," I murmured, running a finger down his cheek.

He gave me soft kisses on my cheeks, my eyelids, my forehead and then started to undress me.

"So later..." he said between kisses. "Later, when we're in bed...we're going to make love..."

"Oh?" I said breathlessly, running my hands up his back under his shirt.

"Yes," he said, brushing his lips against mine as he pushed my shirt off my shoulders. "We can light candles and it will be romantic and sweet and I'll do whatever you want..." He began pushing my shorts down my hips. "Anything you want. But right now..."

He crouched down, sliding my clothes further down my body and stopping to kiss my belly.

"Right now," he repeated, giving a small growl as his mouth teased my thighs. He met my eyes. "Right now, I want to fuck you."

I moaned and arched my hips toward him. He finished undressing me in silence and stood while I removed his clothes.

"I want you to sit on that bench in there," he said, indicating the shower as I removed his shorts. "And I want you to spread your legs for me..."

I looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.

"And then I'm to taste you," he told me quietly, grabbing my arms and bringing me to my feet. "I'm going to stick my tongue inside you and then I'm going to wrap my lips around your clit. And when I do, I want you to grab my hair like it's a handle and not let go."

I was breathing heavily at this point, staring into his eyes, his arms gripping me so tightly I couldn't move.

"And then?" I asked haltingly.

He smiled slowly. "And then...well, I think I'll make you wait and see."

He wiggled his eyebrows and picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist. He sat me on the shower bench and turned on the shower.

"I'll be right back," he said, giving me a kiss. "Spread those legs for me, babe."

I did as he asked and within minutes he was back, pausing to move his eyes over every inch of me before kneeling in front of me. He stroked my legs from the ankles until he reached my center and teased me with his fingers. He ran his tongue along the crease of my thighs, making me tremble and whimper, before finally entering me with it. My head came back against the shower wall but I was too aroused to feel any pain. I gripped his hair and held on tight.

He stabbed me with his tongue, his fingers circling my clit but not touching it directly. Then his fingers joined his tongue and he had to hold me steady with his free hand. He began nibbling on my inner thighs, his fingers plunging into me. He increased the force of his arm and his bites as I got closer, then his teeth found my clit and his fingers met my g-spot. My legs clamped around his head as I came, my cries echoing off the tile and reverberating around us.

I whimpered as he started to draw away from me. "More," I pleaded.

I caught a glimpse of his grin and felt his fingers curl up again, making my body jerk on the small bench. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me into his lap. I clutched his shoulders and was still coming down when he found my g-spot again, this time pressing his thumb to my tender nub and sending me off the cliff's edge one more time.

"Jesus," he said with a satisfied sigh. "You are so beautiful when you come." He brushed wet strands of hair from my face. "And so sexy with the water spraying down on you like this. So beautiful..."

He gave me a deep kiss and I cupped his cheeks, still panting heavily. My eyes blinked open slowly as I recovered. I took in the sight of him, completely wet, his strong chest heaving, the desire shining in his stunning green eyes, and I felt my breath catch.

"You look like a Greek god," I said in amazement. I ran my fingers through his wet hair, then following the trail of a water droplet down his chest. "God, Ben. You're the sexy one."

I licked my lips and knew I was staring at him hungrily. He kissed me with urgency and I melted into him, moaning against his lips.

"What are you going to do to me now?" I asked coyly.

"Now, I'm going to have you hold on to that towel bar," he said softly, his hands caressing my hips. "And I'm going to slide inside you," he continued, his fingers dipping into me once before withdrawing. He held my waist and lifted me off him. "And then I'm going to fuck you until you're begging for mercy."

He slapped my behind as I got up and then grabbed my wrists, placing my hands on the towel rod. He stroked the length of my back, giving my shoulder blade a bite, then surprised me with another spank. I cried out and rested my head between my hands, my legs already trembling. I felt him step back and started to turn but he tangled a hand in my hair to stop me.

"Don't turn around," he ordered.

There was a long moment where he didn't touch me at all, and then his hands were everywhere: in my hair, pulling my head back so he could kiss me, on my hips, kneading my butt cheeks, stroking my legs. I was quivering and whimpering and barely able to keep my hold on the rod.

"Ben," I gasped. "Please."

He grunted approvingly and his knee came between my legs, nudging them further apart. His fingers circled around my opening teasingly until I finally felt the reward of his crown start to enter me. I groaned in anticipation but he withdrew almost immediately.

"Babe, please," I demanded.

His hands tightened on my waist and he slid inside me, only partially before withdrawing again. He did this over and over, each time giving me more of him but still not filling me completely. I begged and pleaded, demanded and shouted, moaned and cried out, but it wasn't until my forehead was on my hands and I could only make small sobbing sounds that he thrust into me with everything he had. He held still for a moment, then began, as promised, fucking me until I was screaming and growling and begging - but I was begging for him to continue.

When I was just beginning to feel my climax begin, I felt pressure in my behind and it pushed me over the edge. I was convulsing against him, my hands threatening to slip off the towel rod, my legs buckling beneath me. He continued moving without a break and I realized he must have at least two fingers inside my ass because the feeling was intense, much more than when it was just his thumb. I began meeting his thrusts with what energy I could muster, already feeling another orgasm beginning, when something started vibrating in my behind. My upper body jerked reflexively and I whipped my head around in time to see his smug grin.

"What -" I gasped.

"Happy housewarming," he said, having difficulty speaking.

He switched the vibrator to a higher speed and my head fell forward, a low moan coming out of my mouth. I placed my cheek against the towel rod, my eyes rolling back in my head, and just tried to stay upright. I could feel him and the vibrator against each other through the wall separating them, the vibrations traveling throughout my body from inside. I had expected to explode with the orgasm that had been starting, but instead it was a low thrum coursing through me, the warmth zipping through my body until my ears felt numb. Shudders overpowered my body, my inner muscles clamping around Ben. He let out a roar and slammed into me as he peaked.

I began trembling even more than before, my hands slipping from the rod. Ben had an arm around my waist but it wasn't enough to hold me up. He slipped out of me and we slid to the floor with me sprawled across his lap, still climaxing. He removed the vibrator and held me tight, stroking my arms lightly as I came down. When I could open my eyes, I found him looking at me with a combination of boastfulness and amusement.

"Proud of yourself, are you?" I mumbled.

His body shook with laughter and the feeling made me experience a few small aftershocks.

"Hell yes, I'm proud," he said with a grin. "That was incredible."

"I'll say," I agreed, barely able to focus on him.

My arm brushed against his still half-hard shaft and we both shivered.

"What do you have planned next?" I asked with a hint of apprehension.

"Now, we take a steam," he said firmly, kissing me.

It took a while for him to figure out the steam feature of the shower and by the time he returned to me I had recovered and was hungry for him. I stopped him before he could embrace me, running my hands up his legs and teasing him with my mouth. Cupping his testicles with one hand, I ran my tongue the length of him as I stared into his eyes. I repeated this until he began to look frustrated and gripped my hair. I closed my lips around him, moving on his shaft, my other hand stroking him in time with my lips. Soon both his hands were tangled in my hair, his hips meeting my mouth. I pressed two fingers under his scrotum and he growled, allowing me a few more strokes before pushing my head away.

"Fuck," he gasped, lowering himself to his knees.

He crushed me to him, kissing me fiercely. He sat down, crossing his legs, and lifted me onto his lap. He rocked his length against me, the tip bumping against my clit and making me shudder. My nails were piercing his shoulders as I cried out, grinding myself against him. He slowed suddenly, reaching between us to place himself at my opening.

Our eyes met and I froze, struck by his loving gaze. Our lips met tenderly, kissing each other with deep emotion. He lowered me onto him as we kissed, our eyes locked. His hands spanned my waist, holding me still. We continued kissing, our bodies unmoving. Then he nudged my head to rest on his shoulder and wrapped his arms around me, clutching me to him. I circled my arms around him, my face buried in his neck.

I don't know how long we sat there without moving, but it felt like hours. Occasionally I would feel him pulse slightly inside me and I would contract around him in response, or vice versa, but our bodies didn't move against each other. Our breathing slowed from heavy, excited gasps to rhythmic inhales and exhales until our chests were rising and falling in hypnotic unison.

As if on cue, we lifted our heads and made eye contact, smiling dreamily at each other. He tightened one arm around my waist and slid the other up my back, curling it around one of my shoulders. I took his face in my hands, kissing him slowly. He began thrusting and I placed my hands on his shoulders, lifting myself in time with his movements.

My climax built slowly, spreading from a tightness deep inside that gradually loosened until the fire tickled my fingers and toes. I shuddered around him, the only sounds coming from me quiet moans and whimpers. My hands slipped off his shoulders and I slumped into him. He continued moving steadily into me, never reaching the frantic, explosive end I was expecting. Instead his release came in soft exclamations and stunned, repeated whispers of my name.

"I love you so much," I whispered into his ear, overcome by the emotion I was feeling.

"I love you, too," he said breathlessly.

We remained seated until Ben's legs started to cramp. Giggling, we untangled ourselves and reclined against the shower wall, our hands joined.

"Did you like your housewarming present?" he teased.

I chuckled. "Damn right I did. I didn't get you anything, though," I said regretfully.

He kissed my fingers. "You'll just have to find a way to make it up to me."

"Deal," I said, sighing. I rested my head on his shoulder. "Maybe later...you know, when you said we could do anything I wanted?"

"Yeah," he said, sounding amused.

"Maybe we could continue testing the features of my housewarming present," I murmured, running a finger up his leg. "After all, I think it was really a gift for both of us, not just me."

He laughed. "You're very smart, you know that?"

I smiled as he kissed my forehead.

"Well, when I can walk again, I'll get dinner and you can set up the bed," I told him drowsily.

His only response was to sigh happily.