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Mal was lounging on Ben’s bed, waiting to surprise him. Ben and his parents visited a couple of kingdoms. They wanted to assure them that all was fine after last month's disaster at the cotillion. Mal had stayed behind because of her classes but had been miserable without Ben. They hadn’t seen each other in almost two weeks, and it was starting to get to her. When Fairy Godmother told her he was coming back tonight, she knew she would need to see him. She had brought an overnight bag with her since she was sure she wasn’t going to go back to her room that night. Yet, she was nervous.
Mal and Ben have been together for more than six months and had, of course, kissed and cuddled. At times, their hands would wander. But Ben would pull away, stopping their activity. She felt disappointed, but she was unsure of how to approach the situation with him. She didn't want to push him. But how did she know he wasn't ready if they didn't talk about it? She lost herself in her thoughts. She heard the door open, and her head snapped to the doorway. Ben had his suitcase in front of him and was looking at her with wide eyes. He scanned her from head to toe. She wore a purple silk top and matching little shorts that Evie had made for her. The outfit left little to the imagination as it hugged her curves in all the right ways. She snickered, which drew his attention back to her face, where she was smiling at him.
“Like what you see?” she teased with a wink. Ben's face flooded with a light pink blush, and he averted his gaze. This annoyed her a bit and caused her to frown. “Ben?” He was fiddling with the handle of his suitcase, and she noticed he was still blushing.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” he apologized. His eyes still hadn’t met hers.
“Ben?” she inquired again. This time he did look at her; his head was down, and his eyes peeked up under his eyelashes. “It’s okay, you can look. I wouldn’t have worn it if I didn’t want you to look.” His eyebrows shot up and he raised his head, his eyes finally meeting hers. “Please, shut the door and come here,” she urged. He closed the door and moved his suitcase against the wall next to it. She sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. He hesitated for a moment and Mal swept her hand towards herself, beckoning him to continue. Ben took his time walking to her. When he was close, she grabbed his right hand and kissed his knuckles. She looked up at him with a smile and delivered a peck to his lips. He gave her a small smile but kept his eyes averted.
"You know what, I can change if this makes you uncomfortable," Mal snapped, her fists clenched at her sides. Frustration bubbled to the surface. "She tried to scoot to the side to get around him. But he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her onto the bed, with him on top of her. Embarrassed about her little outburst, she turned away to avoid his gaze this time. She felt a tear slip down her cheek before she even realized she was crying.
“Mal?” Ben asked, his voice panicked. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she whispered and brought a hand up to wipe the tears away. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s clear that it’s not nothing if you feel upset about it." Did something happen while I was away?” He leaned down and kissed away her tears. It only made her want to cry harder at how ridiculous she was being.
“No, nothing happened,” she said, shaking her head.
“Then what is it?"
“It’s stupid.”
“Whatever you are feeling is not stupid,” he assured her with a little peck on the lips. She lay there, pinned under him, with a profound sense of defeat.
“Why don’t you want me-?” she asked in a very low whisper, her voice breaking into a sob. Ben was certain that he would have missed what she said without his beastly hearing. Her question startled him, his eyes widened, and he sat up on his knees in confusion.
“What do you mean?” he asked, with a look of confusion on his face. “Of course, I love you.” His brow furrowed in confusion. He ran a hand through his hair. Her words settled in his gut, creating a sense of unease.
“I know you love me, but that doesn’t mean you want me," she sobbed.
“I’m sorry, Mal. I don't understand.”
“Why won't you touch me?”
“I am touching you,” he told her, completely confused.
"Dammit, do I have to spell it out for you? Why don't you want to have sex with me?" Mal snapped, frustrated at his lack of understanding. The question caught Ben off guard. His eyes went wide, and his mouth fell open. His brain short-circuited. A couple of seconds passed in silence, and Mal grew frustrated with him and herself. She pushed him to the side and stood up. He landed on the bed, which seemed to kickstart his brain. She went to grab her bag from the bathroom before heading toward the bedroom door. Yet, she didn't get far as Ben blocked her path, his eyes darkening and looking almost angry.
"Move, Ben," Mal demanded, but instead, he did something she wasn't expecting. His hands went to her waist, and he applied pressure as he pushed her against the wall behind her, causing her to gasp. His touch sent a jolt through her. They froze for a moment. The air was thick with unspoken words and desires. Mal's eyes were wide while Ben was unsure of his next move. His resolve grew when he saw Mal's green eyes, burning with desire. He grabbed underneath her thighs, spread them, and lifted her to align their hips. His erect cock met her core through her pajamas. She couldn't stifle the moan as the bag slipped from her hand.
"Mal, look at me," he demanded. She met his eyes with hesitation and gasped at the look in his eye. "Do you feel how much I want you?" he asked, grinding into her, making another moan slip out, and her eyes rolled back into her head. "What made you think I didn't want you?" She was almost panting at this point with what he was doing to her, and she was trying to form a sentence.
"E-every time things got heated, you would pull away," she admitted, her eyes tearing up. "I-I just don't understand why you keep stopping us if we both want to." Ben thought for a second, reflecting on the times they were together. Was he always the one to stop them? Now that he thought about it, she was right. He hadn't wanted to make her uncomfortable or pressure her. In his attempt to not make her feel uncomfortable, he had instead made her feel unwanted. He wanted to smack himself for his stupidity, but instead, he decided he would show her he wanted her.
"Mal, I am so sorry. I was trying not to pressure you, but in doing so, I didn't realize how my denial was affecting you." He leaned down, kissing her unshed tears on her eyelashes. "Let me-" he kissed her nose, "-show you-" he kissed her left cheek, "-that I-" he kissed her right cheek, "-want you." He finished with a hard kiss on her lips, and she returned it with equal fervor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and dove her hands into his hair to deepen the kiss. They had to break apart for air after some time. "Please, Mal?"
"Yes," she sighed, reconnecting their lips. Ben ground his hips into her core again, causing her to moan into his mouth. Mal started to grind herself into him as well, making him groan. He tightened his grip on her thighs and backed up until his knees hit the mattress. Then, he lowered himself to sit on the edge with Mal in his lap. Her hands left his hair and traveled down his torso to the hem of his shirt. She broke the kiss and pulled the shirt up and over his head, tossing it away. She leaned down with urgency, attaching her lips to his left pec. He groaned and couldn't help but grind his hips upward, causing her to moan.
"Fuck," he cursed as the vibration went from his chest straight to his cock. She kissed her way back up to his mouth. As they kissed, she was growing impatient with his lack of action. She grabbed his hands and moved them to the hem of her shirt, trying to nudge him along. He broke the kiss and leaned back to look into her eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Ben, I have never been so sure about anything in my life as I am about us," Mal said, her voice firm. "I need you right now." He eliminated any further doubt from his mind as he slipped her tank over her head and discarded it on the floor. Her breath caught as her already sensitive nipples met the air. Ben's hungry eyes roamed over her breasts before settling back on her face. He held eye contact as he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. "G-gods, Ben," she moaned and ground her hips into his once again. He brought his hand up to play with her other nipple. He switched his mouth to her other nipple, giving it equal attention. "Please, Ben, more," Mal begged.
"There is no need to beg, love. I'm going to give you exactly what you need," he assured her, his voice huskier than she'd ever heard it. He stood up, causing her to squeak in surprise before he laid her down on the bed. He returned to her breasts and kissed down her stomach, to her navel, and above her shorts. He knelt down and raised his gaze to her, waiting for her approval.
"Yes, for God's sake," her voice laced with sexual frustration. He smiled and kissed her belly button. Then, he hooked his fingers on the hem of her shorts and pulled them down. He inhaled as his eyes met bare skin, slipping the shorts past her feet and letting them fall to the ground.
"Mal?"
"Yes, Ben," she smiled with a playful expression.
"Why aren't you wearing any panties?" His eyes had darkened more if that was possible.
"The shorts are too tight, and the panty lines would be visible," she stated with a tone of certainty.
"Who have you worn this around? The boys?" he growled and nipped at her thigh. Her eyes widened as she felt the pain from the bite, but his tongue provided her with comfort. "You're mine."
"Actually, this is the first time I've worn it," she admitted, breathless. "There is no one else I want to see me like that. Only you."
"Spread your legs for me, love," Ben coaxed in a soft tone, nudging her knees apart. Mal opened for him willingly but was a little apprehensive. He brought his hand to her core and dragged his thumb through her folds, over her sensitive clit. "You're so wet for me, Mal."
"Fuck," it was her turn to curse as he started messaging her clit in hard circles. "Ben-, that feels...so good." He brought his other hand up and moved his pointer finger up and down her folding, coating himself in her juices. He found her opening and slid his finger in slowly, making her produce a series of moans. He felt her start loosening around him as he pumped in and out and decided to add his middle finger in on the next thrust. She was grinding herself down on his fingers, desperate to find her release. "Ben!" she cried out, clutching the blanket beneath her to ground herself. "I'm close…please…more." He removed his thumb from her clit. She whined in protest. Then, his tongue replaced it as he added his ring finger. "I'm—fuck—gonna—oh my gods—I'm cumming." Her eyes rolled back. Streaks of light crossed her vision. He continued to suckle and thrust through her orgasm, prolonging it. As she reoriented herself from her climax, she felt Ben kissing up her stomach to her chest. As her vision returned, she looked down at him, seeing him smile at her before kissing her.
"That was hot," he admitted, pulling away from the kiss.
"That was amazing," she agreed, her breath coming in heavy gasps. She pushed at Ben's chest with a soft touch, confusing him as he complied without hesitation. But he didn't get far before she pushed him to the side and onto his back on the bed. "My turn," she purred, placing a kiss in the middle of his chest.
"Mal," Ben protested and grabbed her wrists. "You don't need to do that."
"Do you not want me to?" Mal asked; she looked at her hands in her lap, feeling a sudden wave of uncertainty. Ben saw her self-doubt and wanted to smack himself for a second time tonight. He sat up and lifted her chin, pecked her on the lips.
"Of course, I want you to. But if you are forcing yourself to reciprocate, you don’t—" A kiss cut him off.
"I want to," she stressed with another peck on his lips. "Can I?" she asked as she leaned down, kissing his chest again. All he could do was nod as she continued to kiss down his chest and stomach like he had done to her. She unbuckled his belt with ease and discarded it with the rest of their clothes. His pants came next, and all that remained was one last piece of clothing. She stroked him through his boxers before looking up at him, like he had done for her, asking permission. He groaned and nodded with excitement. She pulled them down in a swift motion and tossed them away. Then, she turned to him. She reached her hand out, her fingers circling around his cock as she stroked it. Her thumb was an inch from touching her other fingers as she brought her hand back up his cock. She rubbed the tip with her thumb. She let her mouth fill with saliva before leaning over and letting it drip off her tongue onto his tip.
"Holy fuck, Mal," Ben swore as he watched the erotic scene in front of him. Mal felt his cock twitch in her hand as she spread her saliva up and down his cock. He couldn't hold back his grunts as she continued to pump him. She thought back to how good his mouth felt on her and thought that he might feel the same. She bent her head down and licked the tip. "Fuck, Mal," Ben shouted, his voice laced with pleasure. He tangled his fingers in her hair as she ran her tongue up his length before taking him into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around her teeth as she slid his cock to the back of her throat, swirling her tongue on the tip. "Mal! Stop!" She immediately sat up, slipping his cock out of her mouth with a pop.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, concerned.
"Not at all, that felt amazing. But if you want to go all the way tonight, I can't cum in that pretty mouth of yours yet," Ben assured her. She felt the fire in her belly flare up at his words, and an involuntary moan left her mouth. "Do you like the sound of that? If you're a good girl, I'll let you have it another day?" He teased her, pulling her in for a deep kiss. Mal stood up off the bed and went to her bag. "Mal, what are you doing? Did you change your mind, love? That's fine." Ben sat up and tried to get off the bed, but Mal pushed him back into the bed.
“No, I didn't change my mind. I was grabbing this,” she held up a condom. She crawled back onto the bed, swung her leg over Ben’s, and lowered herself onto his thighs with care.
“You’ve been planning this, haven't you, love?” Mal's cheeks flushed with a faint pink hue before she nodded.
“I wanted to be prepared. I'm on birth control, but I don't want to risk anything. Don’t get me wrong, I want kids with you, but not yet.” She reassured him with a kiss.
“You're right; I should have been more prepared,” he scolded himself.
“Well, I am the one that’s been trying to get you into bed,” Mal purred, winking. Ben pulled her to him, causing her core to come into contact with his cock. They both moaned as he kissed her. Mal sat up and opened the condom, sliding it onto his cock. “Do you mind if I'm on top?” she asked with a shaky voice. She wanted to be in control since this was her first time.
“Of course, love,” Ben kissed her again and grabbed her hips to help align her. She laid one hand on his chest. With the other, she grabbed his cock and slid it through her folds. Then, she lined it up at her opening. She sank down slowly, her breath caught in her throat as she took him into her. It wasn't painful per se, a bit uncomfortable at first. She paused for a moment before continuing. She felt herself stretch around him to accommodate the intrusion. Mal gasped when he was fully seated inside her, taking a moment to orient himself.
“Love, are you okay?” he asked, concerned. “We can stop if it's too much.”
“No, it's a bit uncomfortable but not painful. I can handle it," she assured him. Ben moved his hand down to her clit and pressed his thumb in the same firm circle as earlier. They both gasped as her muscles tightened; pleasure coursed through them both. His action helped get her even more aroused, making it easier for her to move. After a couple of strokes of his thumb, the discomfort had faded, and she felt ready to continue. “I’m gonna move,” she panted out. “You’re in complete control here, love,” Ben smiled up at her and moved his hands back to her hips to support her. She lifted an inch before sliding back down, experimentally; pleasure streaked through them. She lifted again a few inches higher before coming back down again.
“Fuck,” Ben exclaimed through clenched teeth as Mal moaned. She raised up again almost completely off of him before coming back down yet again, making her cry out. “Mal,” Ben moaned her name. Moans and groans filled the room as Mal set a slow and steady rhythm. It felt amazing to both of them, but it didn’t feel like enough. The next time Mal thrust down, she dropped down harder and faster.
“Ben, you feel so good,” she confessed with a moan as she did it again. “Fuck, I’m so close already.” Ben wasted no time as his thumb found her clit again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Be a good girl and come,” he demanded, circling her clit harder and faster. This set her off, and she toppled over the edge with a scream. Mal was breathless, and her legs were shaky from the force of her orgasm. Ben sat up and wrapped his arms around her while littering kisses all over her face.
“Do you want to continue?” he asked her. Her orgasm had almost set him over the edge, but he wasn’t ready for this to be over quite yet, if possible.
“Yes, please,” she nodded her head. “But I don't think my legs can handle it. Can we switch positions?”
“Definitely,” he flipped them, and as a result, he slipped out of her. She whined at the absence, making him chuckle. “Do you miss my cock in your pussy, pretty girl? Are you gonna be a good girl if I give it back to you?” Ben wasn't sure what had gotten into him, but it seemed Mal had a praise kink, and he was ready to milk it for all its worth. She nodded, but that is not what he wanted. “Say it,” he demanded.
“Yes, please, I’ll be good,” Mal insisted, spreading her legs for him.
“Good girl,” he remarked as he climbed onto the bed and over her. He leaned his head down to capture her lips in a heated kiss before breaking apart for air. “Did I mention I’m in love with you?” he whispered in her ear as he thrust into her. They both gasped as Ben set a steady pace like Mal had done before, but it was not enough.
“Ben,” she moaned. “Harder, faster, please.” He complied immediately and placed his hand on both sides of her hips for leverage. The different angle caused him to hit her G-spot, making her vision blur. “YES, right there. FUCK.” This time, he didn't need to be told. He sped up, hitting the same spot over and over again. He felt her squeeze him so tight, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.
“Mal, touch yourself,” he commanded. “Be a good girl and make yourself come on my cock.” She didn’t hesitate to follow his order and reached between them. He grunted as her fingers brushed his cock every time he thrust. “Shit, Mal, I’m going to come too.” It only took a few more seconds, and she was flying over the edge again. As her muscles clamped around Ben, he also fell over the edge, spilling his seed into the condom. He rolled off her to keep from crushing her as they recovered from their mind-blowing orgasms. When he recovered, he went into the bathroom to discard the condom and came back with a wet washcloth. She was lying on the bed with her eyes closed.
“Mal, love, you awake?” he inquired. All he got back was a mhm as she opened her eyes to look at him. The sight of her lying completely naked in his bed with the afterglow of sex entranced him. “I’m going to clean you up a little, and we can go to sleep.” He received another mhm from her as she closed her eyes again.
“I love you,” Mal says, her voice thick with exhaustion.
“I love you too.” Ben cleaned them up in a hurry. He helped Mal under the blanket. He joined her and pulled her to him, her back against his chest. She turned over and snuggled into his chest. They fell asleep in complete bliss.
Mal was the first to wake the next morning; she found herself sprawled on Ben’s chest while he slept on his back. She kissed his chest, and as she looked down, she saw Ben’s morning wood sticking up under the blanket. She smiled to herself and thought back to last night. He had said if she was good, she could make him cum in her mouth, and she had been good last night. She gently lowered the blanket to reveal his cock. She took him in her hand and licked him from base to tip. Then, she took him into her mouth and massaged the rest of his cock with her hands. She heard him groan and felt his hand tangle in her hair. Mal looked up at him as his eyes opened and their eyes met.
“Shit, Mal,” he cursed. His eyes widened as he realized what she was doing, and he was now wide awake. “Fuck,” he cursed again as she swirled her tongue around his tip. “If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum in your mouth; is that what you want?” She nodded with enthusiasm and hummed while she took him into the back of her throat. "Goddamn it, you're such a good girl.” She could feel herself getting wetter by the second. So, she decided to reach down and stroke her clit.
“Does sucking me off turn you on, baby? Are you going to cum while sucking my cock like a good girl?” He growled, pulling at her hair. “Fuck, I'm going to cum soon and you're going to be a good girl and swallow all my cum." She was so turned on by his words, it didn't take long before her legs were shaking. Her orgasm shot through her as she took him into the back of her throat as he came. “Shit, fucking fuck. Such a good girl.” Mal didn't pull back until she swallowed every last drop.
“You're amazing,” he said, pressing his lips gently against hers. “Let's get cleaned up and get something to eat.” Mal and Ben rushed to clean up and get dressed before Mal returned to her dorm to meet Ben for breakfast. It might look suspicious if they arrived together. She unlocked the door to find Evie, Carlos, and Jay hanging out in the dorm.
“Hey, guys, I'm not staying long. I've got to meet Ben for breakfast,” she greeted, heading over to her bed and setting down her bag. She could feel their eyes on her as she unpacked. She threw the dirty clothes in the hamper and put her toiletries away. She turned around to see the three of them staring at her. “What?”
“Um, two things,” Evie started. “One, it's more like lunchtime now.”
“Oh, okay,” Mal shrugged, not bothered that she had slept in. “You said two things?”
“Two is…,” Evie hesitated.
“Say whatever it is, Evie.”
“Two is that the dress you're wearing is too short for you today,” Evie stated in a direct manner.
“Too short? I didn't think it was when you made it.”
“No, M,” Evie signed. You don't know? Well, um."
"Spit it out."
"There is a bite mark on your thigh, and that dress doesn't cover it.” Mal’s eyes widened, and she ran to Evie's full-length mirror. There on her thigh was an obvious bite mark.
“Shit,” Mal cursed.
“So, you had a good night?” Evie asked with a smug expression.
“Shut it, E. I'm going to kill him,” Mal states. She rushed to change before heading down for lunch with the rest of the VKs. As they entered the cafeteria, Ben was already seated at a table with Lonnie, Jane, and Chad. They grabbed their food and hurried to their seats. Mal sat next to Ben, who looked confused. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.
“That’s not what you were wearing this morning; did something happen?” he asked, concerned. Mal heard Evie’s chuckle and threw a French fry at her, making Evie burst out laughing.
“What is it?” Ben asked again with curiosity, but before anyone could answer, Jay butted in.
“You left a bite mark on my sister's thigh, and the dress she was wearing was not long enough to cover it. "I assume you don't want the whole school to know what you two did last night." The table fell silent in shock. Mal looked mortified.
"Jay, I'm sure our friends did not want to hear that,” Mal hissed.
“What? I heard it, so why can't they?”
“You were in my dorm room,” she reminded him. “I don't care if our friends know that Ben and Ben are…closer, but other people could have heard you. That would have been bad for Ben’s reputation.”
“Okay,” Jay said, taking his time. “But why would it affect Ben’s reputation?”
“People here believe that sex before marriage is a sin,” Evie answered. Jay’s eyes widened, and he looked at Ben.
“So, you committed a sin by sleeping with my sister?” Jay asked in a whisper. Mal’s head fell into her hands at the pure ridiculousness of this conversation.
“No, I don't believe that it is a sin to be with the person you love,” Ben declared, wrapping his arms around Mal. “Certain people still feel this way, like the royal council.” Jay nodded and continued to eat, seeming to understand. Mal looked up at Ben and smiled. He smiled in return while leaning down to kiss her.
“I love you,” he whispers against her lips.
“I love you too,” she responds before kissing him again.
The End