Friends with Benefits Pt. 08

~~ Eva ~~

I hold onto Amanda's arm as she calls us an uber, naturally we're both too wasted to have either of us safely drive at this point. And that's okay. Right now, I just want my full attention on her, and her's on mine. I press my cheek into the flannel covering her shoulder. We're so close right now, but I can't help but want to be closer. My heart and body aches for more of her, all of her.

The uber arrives and we both slide into the back seat as Amanda tells the driver her address. I don't even bother with my seat belt as I instantly rush into Amanda's arms, pressing against her as closely as I can. I press a kiss against her jaw and wrap my arms around her torso to feel her mold right into me. She grips my chin gently, yet still firm, and turns my head so that my eyes meet her hypnotizing ones. I feel almost as though I am in a trance when I feel her full lips press against mine.

It's soft and kind, filled with so much want and need. My heart races and hope floods my senses with light and life equally as much as it suffocates me. I cling to her, fisting her flannel in my hands as I continue moving my lips against hers, refusing to drop the kiss with the fear that if I stop I'll find out that it had never even happened in the first place.

Quickly the kiss transforms into something much rougher, and I run with it. My hands travel up to the back of her head, my fingertips brushing against the soft skin of her neck and entangling into her long, dark hair. The kiss deepens as our lips press hard against each other, craving more. Reluctantly the kiss breaks off as we pant, breathless and gasping for air. It only lasts long enough for our eyes to meet for a breath before our lips quickly crash together once again.

Rising onto my knees I move one to straddle myself over lap,and I grind on her as the kiss deepens. Amanda moves her hand to the small of my back and presses against me, pushing me closer still. I feel as she flicks her tongue across my bottom lip, sparks sizzling across my lips. I flick hers back in turn, grinning into the kiss. She groans before lightly nibbling on my lip again, and I grant her access to my mouth, allowing her tongue to slip in, exploring my mouth.

Our tongues tangle and dance together throughout the kiss. I hum in pleasure, buzzing our lips as I savor the taste of her tongue. She still tastes like the beer she was drinking at the party. That nice tangy apple kind.

The car stops and the driver barks at us to get out. I giggle as Amanda and I tumble out and onto the sidewalk.

Amanda breaks the kiss and fumbles around in her pocket, pulling out some cash and handing it to the driver, thanking him. I wrap my arms around her shoulders, draping myself over her.

"Carry me," I softly request, my lips brushing against her flushed cheek.

She shakes her head, and at first I think it's because she's telling me no, but I'm proved blissfully wrong as she wraps her arms around my torso before hoisting me up. I wrap my legs around her waist and lean into her as I wrap my arms around her neck, nuzzling my face into the crook of her neck. It's so warm, so comfortable, so safe. It's everything I've ever wanted.

"Kiss me," she says, nudging me with her face.

Instantly I connect my lips back to hers. I keep kissing her, and her to me as she carries me to her front door. She slams my back against the door, supporting me only with that pressure and a hand wrapped so firmly around my ass, as she unlocks the door to let us in. Once in, she kicks the door closed with her heel and slams me against the wall next to it. She presses herself flat against me and takes my hands in both of hers as she slides them up against the wall. If we weren't so close together, I would surely fall to the floor.

With one final, passionate kiss Amanda releases my hands and plants hers under my ass in order to support me as she walks me down the hall and around a corner to open a door that leads to a set of stairs. She carries me down the stairs into the basement as I trail butterfly kisses up and down her neck.

On one side of the basement I notice a home theater. A large cinema screen hanging on the wall, and two rows of couches in front of it. On the other side of stairs, the side we start walking towards, are shelves upon shelves of books. There's a small couch and a comfy seat set around a table in the middle of the room. Almost like a study room, or an at home library.

Amanda pulls out one of the books in the back corner of the room.

"You're seriously going to start reading right now?" I grumble against her neck. "Didn't know you were such a bookworm."

She chuckles at that and shakes her head. Where the book once was is a door knob which she turns and pulls, causing the whole book case to start moving back with it. A secret door.

"What kinda creepy secret passage shit-? You better not axe murder me down here."

She laughs at that. "I wouldn't dream of it." After a brief pause a devilish smirk plasters across her face. "Something tells me you're the type that'd get into that."

I scoff, rolling my eyes. "I'm kinky, but not that kinky. Although, a role play..."

Amanda's amused and know-it-all look shuts me right up. I cross my arms over my chest as a blush dusts across my cheeks.

She carries me into the room and lays me down on a large bed that's against the middle of the wall. I melt right into the mattress, and the silk sheets mixed with the fluffy blankets feel so blissfully perfect against my skin. Amanda gently guides my arms up above my head and pulls down leather restraints from each corner of the bed. She winks before attaching the restraints first to each of my wrists, then to each of my ankles, leaving me spread eagle across the bed.

I look up and around the room. Contraptions of many kinds are scattered around. There's a table with a whole variety of toys on it, my pussy dampening at just the sight. On the wall hangs an array of whips, chains, and leashes of sorts. There's a large x shaped board hanging on the wall. I've seen something similar in movies where a character is getting interrogated, but I have a feeling that's not what she uses it for. But I can't wait to find a way for her to use it on me.

"I never would have guessed you'd have a whole sex dungeon in your basement," I say, my gaze returning to hers. "Who would've guessed. You're like a sexy superhero. Office lady by day, and super sexy at night," I chide, winking at her.

With a roll of her eyes she laughs at my corny joke, the corners of her lips perking up as she takes off my boots. "When you have too much money and too much time, something like this comes from it."

"How many others have you brought down here?" I ask, frowning. The thought of her bringing anyone else but me here somewhat upsetting me.

She waves me off and goes over to the table, pulling out a drawer beneath it and returning with a pair of scissors. "A lot of it started when I did this for... work, before I got my job. It was just enjoyable enough I decided to keep collecting for it. No one's been to this room yet, though. Except for you now, of course."

Warmth rushes to my cheeks and dances across my chest as a strange happiness settles over me at the knowledge that I'm the first one to come down here with her.

"Can I cut your clothes off?" she asks, holding the scissors up.

"Please do." I lean my head back against the silky pillows. "Rip them if you need."

She presses the tip of the scissors against her bottom lip, grinning down at me. "Wonderful," she replies, a dark air floating with the word.

Slowly she trails the blade up between my legs and then back down to the hem of my skirt. Slowly she starts cutting, being careful not to knick me. Moving the scissors up along my skirt she finally makes the final cut and pulls it out from under me. She grips my fishnets in her hands and pulls, ripping them further before they finally give way and come clean off of me. With my lower half now bare and exposed, besides my panties, she moves upwards at my shirt. She cuts up the fabric, and tears off the shirt, letting the cool basement air caress my skin. She sits up, observing her work before cutting off my bra, and finally removing my panties.

She lightly runs her hands up and down my sides, my hips naturally arching upwards to her, craving for something more. Humming, she pushes my hips back down, her hand spread out across the bottom of my belly. Amanda's eyes trace over the entirety of my body. Every inch of my bare skin is viewed and taken in by her. The exposure, her seeing all of me, it's all so erotically exciting. She straddles over me and presses her lips back to mine. Eagerly I return her kiss. I thrust my hips upwards, shamelessly urging her to give me more.

Never breaking her lips from mine she takes off her flannel and tosses it to the floor. Slowly she strips, starting with her shirt. She pulls it over her head, big beautiful breasts so painfully close to spilling out from her bra. After planting a quick peck on my lips Amanda gets up. She pulls off her skirt and leggings as she walks over to the table where she grabs something, keeping it concealed as she makes her way back to me.

She straddles me once more, her thick thighs hugging my torso so perfectly, her beautifully red lips kissing mine for a fleeting second before trailing kisses down my jaw, then my neck, then my chest.

"I've been wanting these in my mouth all night," she mumbles, lips wrapping around one of my nipples.

I suck in a sharp breath as she sucks on it, tongue swirling around it. Soft lips tickle around the bud as she peppers soft little kisses around it, and occasionally kisses that sweet spot directly. Amanda kisses the side of my other breast, making her way up and around until it reaches my other nipple. She flicks it with her tongue and I lean my head back. She flicks it again and again, teasing me. Never fully giving me what I want.

One of her hands trails down my stomach until it reaches my sex. She circles a fingertip around my dripping hole before pushing something in.

"What's the most amount of times you've cummed in a single round?" she asks me, lightly kissing my nipple and causing my eyelids to flutter.

I bite my lip. "Three," I answer, honestly.

"Three?" she repeats, moving upwards so her face is right in front of mine once more. She chuckles darkly. "After tonight, it'll be far more than that." She leans forward and kisses the tip of my nose. Leaning back she flashes me the view of a remote in her hand as she flicks up the switch, and in doing so I feel the thing she put inside me moments ago start to vibrate. I want to squeeze my legs together, but the restraints keep them apart. "And consider this your punishment for earlier," she smirks, dismounting me and heading over to the door. "See you in a bit. Try to keep count." She blows me a kiss before exiting the room, closing the door behind her.

My breathing quickens, and I try to slow myself down, but I can't. She's maxed out the setting and it feels so good. Quickly it pushes me to my climax. "Ah," I cry out, moaning at the pleasure pulsing throughout my body.

I thrust my hips upwards, the feeling only growing in intensity as it never stops. My mouth is stuck open in a silent gasp as I thrash around, pulling against the restraints slightly. I feel the slick that has formed between my legs. I feel as it drips down, soaking into the sheets. My chest heaves with my heavy breaths, breasts rising and falling. My nipples are so painfully hard. They glisten, still wet from being inside her mouth, and they ache to be there once again.

I feel myself building up again. Like a glass of water, being filled and filled and filled, until I simply overflow. Squeezing my eyes shut I lean my head back and cry out from the sensations flowing through me.

And it continues. On and on and on. Tears drip down my face from just how utterly amazing it feels. It seems like hours have passed. Amanda having left me here to become nothing but a moaning mess; laying in sheets dampened with my own cum and sweat.

And yet it never gets old. My body shakes with the next coming orgasm. "Ohhh, ahh, ahh," I moan, fisting the restraints as the vibrator ceaselessly gets me off once again. "Amanda!" I cry out, as the orgasm rakes across my body.

Eventually, after hours upon hours of nonstop pleasure, the door opens once more and I stare at Amanda as I lie here in complete bliss. Another one hits and I roll my head back, moaning aloud before her now. "Ahh!" I groan, tears flowing down my cheeks. My mouth is stuck open as I continue panting, exhausted from finishing so many times, for so many hours.

"Oh shit."