Road Trip Kink
ROAD TRIP KINK
Rating- Kink, M
Prompt- Leslie/Ben, during Road Trip. Chris gets his own ride home from Indy, and Ben and Leslie only get about five miles out of town before they HAVE to pull over. Sexy fun times ensue! And also- Leslie takes Ann's advice and asks Ben about how big it is.
Chris decided to stay in his house for a little bit longer, and let the couple drive home without him. If he noticed any of the stolen glances, or blushes he might have rethought that idea, but the ice that had been broken between Leslie and Ben was unknown to him. So he ushered them off into Ben’s car without knowing how he was affecting the outcome.
Ben and Leslie towards the beginning of the drive said very little in the car. And Leslie was beginning to feel smothered by the silence. It hung, heavy and full of emotions- but what emotions she couldn’t place. Did Ben still adore Pawnee? Or did he change his mind when he saw the roadblock? And as many secret glances as she took, she couldn’t read his face. Never had she been so torn. Leslie wanted nothing more than to grab his hand and hold it while he drove. His large, bulky, perfect hands. Perfect hands that she could put on top of her leg if she wanted. She wanted them to trail a slow lazy path up her leg. He could slowly inch his hand while listening to her breathing get heavier. He could circle her pussy through her jeans and then tease her and run a finger along the top of her sweatpants. If he wanted to he could probably fit his hand inside her pants themselves and run his perfect, nimble fingers along her underwear. He could feel where she was starting to get wet. He might, even at this angle be able to fit two fingers inside of her. Oh gosh, she needed to stop thinking like this. She needed to find the cd full of whale noises. Just as she was reaching to turn the radio on, he did as well and their hands touched. Leslies hand just ran into the same thing she was imagining inside of her. And suddenly all she could imagine was her taking that hand and forcing it to do wicked things to her. Ben, as if reading her thoughts, turned to her.
“You okay?” She simply nodded.
“Want to… talk?” He asked. She wasn’t sure if he was asking because he was nervous about the fact that this is the longest she had gone without talking in front of him, or because he was bored- but Leslie knew this could only lead to bad things. The only things she wanted to talk about was to ask how come he wasn't fucking her right now. But she couldn’t ask that. The silence hung heavy while she tried to come up with another conversation topic. But his mouth, looked so kissable. And his hair, how she wanted to run her fingers through it while she rode him. But she needed to say something. Anything.
“How big is it?” Now the silence felt uncomfortable. Ben’s mouth opened, and then closed. He opened it again but all that came out was a nervous cough.
“How big is… your” she tried to come up with another word to save herself, but while she was stumbling for something else that could be measured by size her mouth ran off with the rest of the sentence ”penis?”
“Um average size I guess.”
“That’s not a very good estimate of dimension.” She mumbled before she could stop herself. Because if you put yourself in a hole, why not dig it deeper? Humiliated she looked out the window at the field they were passing. She started trying to formulate an excuse for her actions. She could say that her birth control was messing with her hormones, or try to blame her stomache somehow because it hadn't had any food today.
“It gets bigger when I’m with you.”
“Oh…..” Suddenly the only thing she could do was stare at him. He had a nervous smile and was watching the road very intently. “Right now even?”
“Oddly enough yes. Is that okay?” He looked at her with uncertainty.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
At that moment Leslie took a second to look down at his pants and sure enough there was a buldge there. A buldge she wanted to touch, but couldn’t. “It’s….. hard.”
“Yes, yes it is.” He said, and this time he looked at her intently before looking at the road.
“No I mean it’s hard because I want to see it and decide for myself. But people can’t typically ask things like that. We don’t go around saying “Hey Ben sometime can I see your penis?”
“You could.”
“I could?”
“Yes. And I would let you.”
“At any moment?”
“Just be prepared because I might have some requests of my own.” He said it jokingly but both of them just sat and let the sentence sink in. Leslie lost in day dreams, that were now much more vivid then they were before. She was so wet, and even her legs being pressed together was making her uncomfortable because she wanted something else. She squirmed in her seat, trying to ease the tension.
“Alright there?”
“Yes….” He continued driving in silence, looking at her every couple of moments.
“Well since you know about me” He motioned to his lap and developed a confident smirk that she found very fitting on him. “Are you?”
“I’m not hard no.”
“No” His voice became raspy and dropped an octave. “Wet.”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Ben…. I really want to make out with your face right now.” That sounded like a whine.
“And I want to make out with yours Leslie.” He gave her a pained smile.
“Ugh this sucks. Rules suck.” She crossed her arms, and the silence continued. Both of them thinking about the admissions made. Both of them creating pro/con lists in their head about their situation. It was as if the car was full of reasons why they shouldn't continue this conversation, but both of them were trying to erase them as they came.
“How wet are you?”
“Really wet.”
“I want to feel you.” He admitted.
“I want you to feel me. I want to feel you.” It came out as a whisper and he swallowed. She saw his fingers tighten on the steering wheel.
“Ben I think you should pull over.” She said at the same moment he said “I need you Leslie.”
As fast as their sentences came out, Ben was pulling over to an abandoned rest stop. The second he turned the car off and turned to her, she was unhooking her seat belt and kissing him. She felt his lips, soft and pliant under hers, and when he grabbed her hips to pull her on top of his lap, she gave a moan of approval. The kiss was messy, and demanding, and perfect. Leslie opened up her mouth and felt him stroke his tongue along hers. Soon their tongues were fighting while he was unzipping her jacket. They pulled apart, in order to catch a breath and for her to pull his shirt over his head. When she caught his eyes, she saw them burning with desire and need for her and she never felt more powerful. She then saw as his gaze fell down to the unzipped jacket. She wasn’t wearing an undershirt. He looked completely transfixed and ran a finger along the line of her bra. Feeling brave, and being encouraged by his hardness underneath her, she unhooked the back of the bra. This is what set Ben over the edge. Suddenly he was kissing her again, and all but throwing off her jacket and bra. As soon as she registered that her chest felt cold from the air, he had left her lips and he was rolling his tongue around her nipple. He ravaged her breasts, one hand palming one, while the other one was at the mercy of his mouth. He kissed, and sucked, and licked, and lightly bit all while she arched into him. She was making noises of approval loudly. So loudly that she would have been disappointed in herself at any other time. But now all she could feel was him swirling his tongue around her nipple. It was an awkward angle, to be against the steering wheel, both of them trying to roll their hips as close to one another as possible.
“Ben. Ben. I need you.” She moaned and he looked up at her, like a lost man drowning in the image of her. In order to prove her point she reached to the edge of the seat to try to pull their seat down.
“Leslie.” Ben started while she was struggling to find the lever. “Are you sure? I mean I have imagined this so many times and I was going to do it right.” When she finally gave him a triumphant smile of pulling the seat down he decided he needed to make her understand his point. “You deserve better than a car.”
“And some other time you can prove that to me. But right now I need your cock inside of me. Like yesterday.” She tried to stare him down so that he knew she was serious. And in order to further convince him, she leaned forward and touched her lips gently to his. She captured his bottom lip between hers, and kissed him slowly. Soon he was lost and both of them were pawing at each other. When she ran her hand over his erection he gasped. She wanted to hear that sound every day.
“Fuck Leslie.”
“Yes, that’s the plan.” She smiled arrogantly and in order to turn the tables, Ben’s hand was down her pants. He ran his fingers along her soaking folds, and she was the one to let out a moan. Soon, both of them trying to outdo each other, were rubbing and stroking harder. It was a weird angle, her trying to get her hands all the way around his huge penis still inside his jeans, and him trying to fit three fingers inside of her, but both of them were moaning and urging each other on.
“Ben I need you inside of me.” She yelled frantically. It was impossible to take off his pants how they were positioned so she instead focused on her own. She threw her pants off, and had to hover above him while he got his off effectively. Then they were both naked and for a second the world seemed to halt. Their breathing was heavy, and Leslie could feel her heart trying to beat out of her chest. She was starting to feel vulnerable when Ben threaded a hard through her messy hair and pulled her face to his. He kissed her gently, but in a way that gave her chills all the way to her toes. He continued kissing her gently as she let her body rest on top of his. She could feel his erection on her stomach, their chests pressing together, and his tender kisses. He kissed the side of her head after a couple of minutes and whispered.“I really like you”
“Ben Wyatt, I really like you.” She admitted and she ran her fingers up his jawline and looked into his eyes. Both of them blushed, which Leslie thought was ironic considering their state of undress. As if he read her mind, he grabbed her face and kissed her again. Leslie, the master of multitasking, used that moment to grab her purse in the side passenger seat and start fumbling around for a condom. He pinched her nipple and she thrust into him and let out a squeak of surprise. He smiled at the sound, and reached down to start touching her soaking wet center again. She whipped the condom on him so quick he barley had a moment to register that it was on before she was sinking on to him. They both groaned at the feeling of fitting together perfectly. Soon she started riding him, her wet center pounding on to his huge dick. He watched her, arched over him with her tits bouncing and he knew he wouldn’t last long. It didn’t help that she was chanting his name the deeper and deeper he got. Feeling the sensation about to overwhelm him, he reached down and started circling her clit. She all but screamed his name.
“Leslie, look at me.”
She did and continued moaning his name, while she rode him, faster. Without knowing it, he started chanting her name until he felt her walls tighten around him.
“Leslie, I am going to-“
“Do it.”
“Come with me.” And he started rubbing her clit frantically. The moment she came all she saw was white, and was vaguely aware that she screamed his name. A couple of thrusts later, his seed came inside her and they both lay breathing heavily. She was laying on his chest, and found it was a great place to hear his heart pound.
“I don’t know how I am going to last the rest of the car ride without pulling over fifty more times to do that.”
Rating- Kink, M
Prompt- Leslie/Ben, during Road Trip. Chris gets his own ride home from Indy, and Ben and Leslie only get about five miles out of town before they HAVE to pull over. Sexy fun times ensue! And also- Leslie takes Ann's advice and asks Ben about how big it is.
Chris decided to stay in his house for a little bit longer, and let the couple drive home without him. If he noticed any of the stolen glances, or blushes he might have rethought that idea, but the ice that had been broken between Leslie and Ben was unknown to him. So he ushered them off into Ben’s car without knowing how he was affecting the outcome.
Ben and Leslie towards the beginning of the drive said very little in the car. And Leslie was beginning to feel smothered by the silence. It hung, heavy and full of emotions- but what emotions she couldn’t place. Did Ben still adore Pawnee? Or did he change his mind when he saw the roadblock? And as many secret glances as she took, she couldn’t read his face. Never had she been so torn. Leslie wanted nothing more than to grab his hand and hold it while he drove. His large, bulky, perfect hands. Perfect hands that she could put on top of her leg if she wanted. She wanted them to trail a slow lazy path up her leg. He could slowly inch his hand while listening to her breathing get heavier. He could circle her pussy through her jeans and then tease her and run a finger along the top of her sweatpants. If he wanted to he could probably fit his hand inside her pants themselves and run his perfect, nimble fingers along her underwear. He could feel where she was starting to get wet. He might, even at this angle be able to fit two fingers inside of her. Oh gosh, she needed to stop thinking like this. She needed to find the cd full of whale noises. Just as she was reaching to turn the radio on, he did as well and their hands touched. Leslies hand just ran into the same thing she was imagining inside of her. And suddenly all she could imagine was her taking that hand and forcing it to do wicked things to her. Ben, as if reading her thoughts, turned to her.
“You okay?” She simply nodded.
“Want to… talk?” He asked. She wasn’t sure if he was asking because he was nervous about the fact that this is the longest she had gone without talking in front of him, or because he was bored- but Leslie knew this could only lead to bad things. The only things she wanted to talk about was to ask how come he wasn't fucking her right now. But she couldn’t ask that. The silence hung heavy while she tried to come up with another conversation topic. But his mouth, looked so kissable. And his hair, how she wanted to run her fingers through it while she rode him. But she needed to say something. Anything.
“How big is it?” Now the silence felt uncomfortable. Ben’s mouth opened, and then closed. He opened it again but all that came out was a nervous cough.
“How big is… your” she tried to come up with another word to save herself, but while she was stumbling for something else that could be measured by size her mouth ran off with the rest of the sentence ”penis?”
“Um average size I guess.”
“That’s not a very good estimate of dimension.” She mumbled before she could stop herself. Because if you put yourself in a hole, why not dig it deeper? Humiliated she looked out the window at the field they were passing. She started trying to formulate an excuse for her actions. She could say that her birth control was messing with her hormones, or try to blame her stomache somehow because it hadn't had any food today.
“It gets bigger when I’m with you.”
“Oh…..” Suddenly the only thing she could do was stare at him. He had a nervous smile and was watching the road very intently. “Right now even?”
“Oddly enough yes. Is that okay?” He looked at her with uncertainty.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
At that moment Leslie took a second to look down at his pants and sure enough there was a buldge there. A buldge she wanted to touch, but couldn’t. “It’s….. hard.”
“Yes, yes it is.” He said, and this time he looked at her intently before looking at the road.
“No I mean it’s hard because I want to see it and decide for myself. But people can’t typically ask things like that. We don’t go around saying “Hey Ben sometime can I see your penis?”
“You could.”
“I could?”
“Yes. And I would let you.”
“At any moment?”
“Just be prepared because I might have some requests of my own.” He said it jokingly but both of them just sat and let the sentence sink in. Leslie lost in day dreams, that were now much more vivid then they were before. She was so wet, and even her legs being pressed together was making her uncomfortable because she wanted something else. She squirmed in her seat, trying to ease the tension.
“Alright there?”
“Yes….” He continued driving in silence, looking at her every couple of moments.
“Well since you know about me” He motioned to his lap and developed a confident smirk that she found very fitting on him. “Are you?”
“I’m not hard no.”
“No” His voice became raspy and dropped an octave. “Wet.”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Ben…. I really want to make out with your face right now.” That sounded like a whine.
“And I want to make out with yours Leslie.” He gave her a pained smile.
“Ugh this sucks. Rules suck.” She crossed her arms, and the silence continued. Both of them thinking about the admissions made. Both of them creating pro/con lists in their head about their situation. It was as if the car was full of reasons why they shouldn't continue this conversation, but both of them were trying to erase them as they came.
“How wet are you?”
“Really wet.”
“I want to feel you.” He admitted.
“I want you to feel me. I want to feel you.” It came out as a whisper and he swallowed. She saw his fingers tighten on the steering wheel.
“Ben I think you should pull over.” She said at the same moment he said “I need you Leslie.”
As fast as their sentences came out, Ben was pulling over to an abandoned rest stop. The second he turned the car off and turned to her, she was unhooking her seat belt and kissing him. She felt his lips, soft and pliant under hers, and when he grabbed her hips to pull her on top of his lap, she gave a moan of approval. The kiss was messy, and demanding, and perfect. Leslie opened up her mouth and felt him stroke his tongue along hers. Soon their tongues were fighting while he was unzipping her jacket. They pulled apart, in order to catch a breath and for her to pull his shirt over his head. When she caught his eyes, she saw them burning with desire and need for her and she never felt more powerful. She then saw as his gaze fell down to the unzipped jacket. She wasn’t wearing an undershirt. He looked completely transfixed and ran a finger along the line of her bra. Feeling brave, and being encouraged by his hardness underneath her, she unhooked the back of the bra. This is what set Ben over the edge. Suddenly he was kissing her again, and all but throwing off her jacket and bra. As soon as she registered that her chest felt cold from the air, he had left her lips and he was rolling his tongue around her nipple. He ravaged her breasts, one hand palming one, while the other one was at the mercy of his mouth. He kissed, and sucked, and licked, and lightly bit all while she arched into him. She was making noises of approval loudly. So loudly that she would have been disappointed in herself at any other time. But now all she could feel was him swirling his tongue around her nipple. It was an awkward angle, to be against the steering wheel, both of them trying to roll their hips as close to one another as possible.
“Ben. Ben. I need you.” She moaned and he looked up at her, like a lost man drowning in the image of her. In order to prove her point she reached to the edge of the seat to try to pull their seat down.
“Leslie.” Ben started while she was struggling to find the lever. “Are you sure? I mean I have imagined this so many times and I was going to do it right.” When she finally gave him a triumphant smile of pulling the seat down he decided he needed to make her understand his point. “You deserve better than a car.”
“And some other time you can prove that to me. But right now I need your cock inside of me. Like yesterday.” She tried to stare him down so that he knew she was serious. And in order to further convince him, she leaned forward and touched her lips gently to his. She captured his bottom lip between hers, and kissed him slowly. Soon he was lost and both of them were pawing at each other. When she ran her hand over his erection he gasped. She wanted to hear that sound every day.
“Fuck Leslie.”
“Yes, that’s the plan.” She smiled arrogantly and in order to turn the tables, Ben’s hand was down her pants. He ran his fingers along her soaking folds, and she was the one to let out a moan. Soon, both of them trying to outdo each other, were rubbing and stroking harder. It was a weird angle, her trying to get her hands all the way around his huge penis still inside his jeans, and him trying to fit three fingers inside of her, but both of them were moaning and urging each other on.
“Ben I need you inside of me.” She yelled frantically. It was impossible to take off his pants how they were positioned so she instead focused on her own. She threw her pants off, and had to hover above him while he got his off effectively. Then they were both naked and for a second the world seemed to halt. Their breathing was heavy, and Leslie could feel her heart trying to beat out of her chest. She was starting to feel vulnerable when Ben threaded a hard through her messy hair and pulled her face to his. He kissed her gently, but in a way that gave her chills all the way to her toes. He continued kissing her gently as she let her body rest on top of his. She could feel his erection on her stomach, their chests pressing together, and his tender kisses. He kissed the side of her head after a couple of minutes and whispered.“I really like you”
“Ben Wyatt, I really like you.” She admitted and she ran her fingers up his jawline and looked into his eyes. Both of them blushed, which Leslie thought was ironic considering their state of undress. As if he read her mind, he grabbed her face and kissed her again. Leslie, the master of multitasking, used that moment to grab her purse in the side passenger seat and start fumbling around for a condom. He pinched her nipple and she thrust into him and let out a squeak of surprise. He smiled at the sound, and reached down to start touching her soaking wet center again. She whipped the condom on him so quick he barley had a moment to register that it was on before she was sinking on to him. They both groaned at the feeling of fitting together perfectly. Soon she started riding him, her wet center pounding on to his huge dick. He watched her, arched over him with her tits bouncing and he knew he wouldn’t last long. It didn’t help that she was chanting his name the deeper and deeper he got. Feeling the sensation about to overwhelm him, he reached down and started circling her clit. She all but screamed his name.
“Leslie, look at me.”
She did and continued moaning his name, while she rode him, faster. Without knowing it, he started chanting her name until he felt her walls tighten around him.
“Leslie, I am going to-“
“Do it.”
“Come with me.” And he started rubbing her clit frantically. The moment she came all she saw was white, and was vaguely aware that she screamed his name. A couple of thrusts later, his seed came inside her and they both lay breathing heavily. She was laying on his chest, and found it was a great place to hear his heart pound.
“I don’t know how I am going to last the rest of the car ride without pulling over fifty more times to do that.”