Lesson Learned (4/4)
Title: Lesson Learned (4/4)
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: NC-17 (for doin' it all kinky-like with a vibrating toy)
Ben does what he thinks is a fairly good job (under the circumstances) of pulling it together. He clears his throat, makes a huge production of checking his watch and exclaims, "Oh! I almost forgot. Leslie, we have that conference call with the Pawnee Business Leaders' Association. Right now."
"We do? We do! Right. God, we should do that."
"At 7:30 pm?" April asks. "That's stupid."
Ben ignores his roommate, grabs Leslie's hand, the other still strategically holding the padfolio against the front of his pants, and starts tugging her in the direction of his room. "Thanks everyone for coming. We should still get together Thursday afternoon. We're just going to take this call...in my office," he calls out over his shoulder. "Thanks! Great meeting!"
"Those two nerds are weird," he hears Tom say, while Andy chimes in with, "Champion was acting strange during the meeting too. Like he could hear something the rest of us couldn't. Hey, do you think we have a ghost? That would be so cool!"
When they're finally safe in his bedroom with the door locked, Leslie's the first to start laughing, but Ben follows quickly.
"Oh my god." He's already undoing the zipper on her pants while she's working on his shirt's buttons. He stops briefly and looks at her, "Is there even a Pawnee Business Leaders' Association?"
"No," she confirms. "I can't believe you did that. Ben! What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that my super sexy girlfriend has a vibrating toy inside her...and I have the remote?"
"Yeah, okay. That's a good answer. But still, that was not the plan."
"Extremely not the plan," he agrees, nodding.
Once she's naked and he mostly is too, he maneuvers her on the bed, on her back, and spreads her legs. Once he pulls the toy out and it's in his hand, he fumbles for the remote with his other hand, slides the switch to ON, and teases her clit with the buzzing device, while he moves up and kisses her deeply.
The toy's all wet and slick from being inside her and it slides silkily against her now. Experimentally, he moves it up and over her stomach, then lightly back and forth over one nipple, then the next, licking and sucking her skin clean after.
Just when she's about to complain about it not being where she really wants--needs--him, Ben puts the toy into her hands and then his head disappears down between her open, inviting legs. His hands push her thighs apart even wider and he dives right in, touches the tip of his tongue right to her swollen clit, before licking, flicking, and sucking her sensitive nub in earnest.
He's done teasing.
"Oh. Fuck. Ben. I'm almost--"
He manages to look up at her once during this and she's moving the toy over her nipple like he was earlier, her eyes scrunched tightly closed, and little gasps escaping from her lips. Then, it hardly takes any time at all before she bucking wildly, thrusting against his tongue and fingers, making these high-pitched, closed mouth squeals as she comes super hard.
Then he's working his way up her body, shoving his boxers the rest of the way off. "Everyone is probably still out there. We need to be kind of quiet."
"Right," she agrees, still breathless, trying to pull him down on top of her, while he quickly lines himself up and slides inside. They both moan. Ben lies flat against her, sucking on the skin of her shoulder, pulling out slowly and then thrusting back in fast and hard. He can't believe that only three months ago he was heartbroken, bitter, and missing her like crazy--and now he's running her campaign and planning ill-timed sexscapades with her.
He sits up on his knees, finds the vibrating toy from where she discarded it on the bed, licks it so it's wet again, and moves it down between them, holds it lightly to her clit as he slams his hips into hers and Leslie's legs wrap around his waist.
"Oh my god, Ben. I don't think I can be quiet," Leslie gasps.
He shifts back down, starts kissing her, swallowing her cries with his mouth, all the while thrusting wildly into her.
Ben's whispering against her lips, about how much he loves her and how much he missed her while they were broken up. And between her wet heat, the slow teasing build-up, and the added stimulation of the toy, soon he's unloading everything in her with a force he can't even believe is possible.
He stays inside, softening slightly but still thrusting his hips slowly, still rubbing her. Ben moves his mouth over to that spot under her ear that she likes and licks and sucks gently at her skin. Within seconds he can feel her clenching around him, twisting her head so she can muffle her cries into his pillow. He makes a blind grab for the remote, switches it off, and rolls the toy out from between their bodies.
"Holy crap," Leslie asserts, face still scrunched between his pillow and the top of Ben's head.
"Well. I hope you learned a valuable lesson tonight."
"Check your texts before you leave your room to sneak out and do something kinky in a restaurant?" She asks.
"Yep. That would be the one."
*---THE END---*
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: NC-17 (for doin' it all kinky-like with a vibrating toy)
Ben does what he thinks is a fairly good job (under the circumstances) of pulling it together. He clears his throat, makes a huge production of checking his watch and exclaims, "Oh! I almost forgot. Leslie, we have that conference call with the Pawnee Business Leaders' Association. Right now."
"We do? We do! Right. God, we should do that."
"At 7:30 pm?" April asks. "That's stupid."
Ben ignores his roommate, grabs Leslie's hand, the other still strategically holding the padfolio against the front of his pants, and starts tugging her in the direction of his room. "Thanks everyone for coming. We should still get together Thursday afternoon. We're just going to take this call...in my office," he calls out over his shoulder. "Thanks! Great meeting!"
"Those two nerds are weird," he hears Tom say, while Andy chimes in with, "Champion was acting strange during the meeting too. Like he could hear something the rest of us couldn't. Hey, do you think we have a ghost? That would be so cool!"
When they're finally safe in his bedroom with the door locked, Leslie's the first to start laughing, but Ben follows quickly.
"Oh my god." He's already undoing the zipper on her pants while she's working on his shirt's buttons. He stops briefly and looks at her, "Is there even a Pawnee Business Leaders' Association?"
"No," she confirms. "I can't believe you did that. Ben! What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that my super sexy girlfriend has a vibrating toy inside her...and I have the remote?"
"Yeah, okay. That's a good answer. But still, that was not the plan."
"Extremely not the plan," he agrees, nodding.
Once she's naked and he mostly is too, he maneuvers her on the bed, on her back, and spreads her legs. Once he pulls the toy out and it's in his hand, he fumbles for the remote with his other hand, slides the switch to ON, and teases her clit with the buzzing device, while he moves up and kisses her deeply.
The toy's all wet and slick from being inside her and it slides silkily against her now. Experimentally, he moves it up and over her stomach, then lightly back and forth over one nipple, then the next, licking and sucking her skin clean after.
Just when she's about to complain about it not being where she really wants--needs--him, Ben puts the toy into her hands and then his head disappears down between her open, inviting legs. His hands push her thighs apart even wider and he dives right in, touches the tip of his tongue right to her swollen clit, before licking, flicking, and sucking her sensitive nub in earnest.
He's done teasing.
"Oh. Fuck. Ben. I'm almost--"
He manages to look up at her once during this and she's moving the toy over her nipple like he was earlier, her eyes scrunched tightly closed, and little gasps escaping from her lips. Then, it hardly takes any time at all before she bucking wildly, thrusting against his tongue and fingers, making these high-pitched, closed mouth squeals as she comes super hard.
Then he's working his way up her body, shoving his boxers the rest of the way off. "Everyone is probably still out there. We need to be kind of quiet."
"Right," she agrees, still breathless, trying to pull him down on top of her, while he quickly lines himself up and slides inside. They both moan. Ben lies flat against her, sucking on the skin of her shoulder, pulling out slowly and then thrusting back in fast and hard. He can't believe that only three months ago he was heartbroken, bitter, and missing her like crazy--and now he's running her campaign and planning ill-timed sexscapades with her.
He sits up on his knees, finds the vibrating toy from where she discarded it on the bed, licks it so it's wet again, and moves it down between them, holds it lightly to her clit as he slams his hips into hers and Leslie's legs wrap around his waist.
"Oh my god, Ben. I don't think I can be quiet," Leslie gasps.
He shifts back down, starts kissing her, swallowing her cries with his mouth, all the while thrusting wildly into her.
Ben's whispering against her lips, about how much he loves her and how much he missed her while they were broken up. And between her wet heat, the slow teasing build-up, and the added stimulation of the toy, soon he's unloading everything in her with a force he can't even believe is possible.
He stays inside, softening slightly but still thrusting his hips slowly, still rubbing her. Ben moves his mouth over to that spot under her ear that she likes and licks and sucks gently at her skin. Within seconds he can feel her clenching around him, twisting her head so she can muffle her cries into his pillow. He makes a blind grab for the remote, switches it off, and rolls the toy out from between their bodies.
"Holy crap," Leslie asserts, face still scrunched between his pillow and the top of Ben's head.
"Well. I hope you learned a valuable lesson tonight."
"Check your texts before you leave your room to sneak out and do something kinky in a restaurant?" She asks.
"Yep. That would be the one."
*---THE END---*