Get Your Money's Worth
Title: Get Your Money's Worth
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: ~1,300
Spoilers/Timeline: At the end of Ben's Parents
Summary: Basically, this is what we all know happened in the cab, I mean....
A/N: This is me writing fic every six months basically. If I get good feedback, I might try writing a little more. Be easy on me! I wrote this at 3 AM, there's no beta, and I haven't written smut in a few years. I tried my best!
“We’ve only have thirty bucks left, let’s go.”
They wasted no time making out so hard in the back of this driver’s cab. They got the most of their 15 minutes and good usage out of the brownies and wine she hoarded for their now abandoned escape to Australia. Clearly though, that wasn't enough. They were going to get their thirty dollars worth, especially after such a stressful occasion with Ben’s parents.
As Leslie straddled Ben’s lap, he dug his fingers into her hips smiling against her wet sloppy kisses.
“I can’t believe your mother destroyed our unity quilt,” Leslie murmured between the kisses on his neck.
“She's impulsive,” He sighed into her hair as her kisses changed to soft nibbles. “She does things sometimes without thinking of how it will affect others. Clearly, she wasn't thinking of how it would affect you, us. You worked so hard on it, honey. ”
Leslie leaned up slightly to look at his face; that cute, sort of guilty face. She tugged his hair lightly in reassurance and connected her lips with his neck again. “No worries,” she mumbled. “It’s fixable. I’ll re-weave the square when we get home. You can help!”
“I don’t know how to do that,” He mumbled, giving her hips a slight squeeze.
“I’m a good teacher,” She whispered, raising her lips to pepper kisses along his chin.
Dipping his head slightly, Ben caught his lips with Leslie and slid his hands down to her thighs as she rose up slightly trying to connect her body impossibly closer to his. His thumbs toyed with the hem of her dress, smiling as a slight moan that escaped from the back of her throat.
She grabbed hold of his tie, loosening it slightly as she nipped on his bottom lip. She ran her hands down his shoulders slightly pushing off his suit jacket feeling his lean arms beneath the fabric.
Meanwhile, Ben’s hands were slipping underneath her short dress, raising it ever so slightly, revealing her soft thighs still straddling his own. His hands skimmed the top of her panties and a low rumble escaped her lips as he stroked her through her already damp panties.
“Ha-have you done this before,” She stammered, talking as quietly as she could with the driver still, obviously, maneuvering the car in the front.
“Done what?”
“You know…this. In a cab?”
He looked up at her through hooded eyes, and shrugged. “I mean, he did say we can do whatever we want.” He grinned, still stroking her through her panties.
She buried her face, quieting another moan in the base of his neck. “Please,” she croaked.
He pulled at her panties gently and pushed them to the side with his fingers before entering her warmth. He kissed her hard on the mouth swallowing the loud whimper escaping her lips. He slipped a second finger in gently massaging her clit with his thumb.
She hisses, squeezing her eyes tightly and kneading his sides with her fingers. She swiftly let one hand palm his bulging erection while the other remained glued to his ribs.
“Oh!” He yelped. He nipped on the curve of her neck and dug his fingers in a little deeper. Leslie relinquished the feeling of his fingers inside her and rested her forehead against his. Their quiet, but frantic pants were lost in the whir of the cab and the soft new aged rock on the radio. The occasional brightness from the street lights outside illuminated the darkness of the cab, giving each of them a chance to catch their faces in utter bliss.
As Ben fingers plunged slightly deeper, Leslie’s hips bucked against them. She haphazardly continued stroking his cock beneath his pants, still lost in the feeling of his fingers inside her. She tried to control her every move, as she gently began to undo his pants.
With both hands, she gently pushed past the waistband of his underwear and she ran her thumb over the tip. His fingers curled against her with pleasure unable fathom that they were even doing this with another human just aimlessly doing his job in front of them. He barely had time to process that what they were doing was pretty inappropriate when Leslie began pumping. He removed his fingers from her warmth and gripped her hips holding her steady against him.
His slightly sweaty forehead began to slip against hers and he found his lips just under her ear. “Fuck,” he hissed as she pumped harder. He palmed her breast through her dress with one hand, while still holding her steady against him with the other. When her fingers circled his cock, he becomes unhinged, his body into goes overdrive. He loses himself in the moment, completely forgetting where they are. Not even noticing the cab has stopped moving. He moans her name and shudders against her.
Leslie is also very lost in the moment as she raises her hips every so slightly, guiding him into her. They both groan loudly. A little too loudly, but it seems to go unnoticed by their chaperone. She’s riding him now and he pounding against up into her. “Ben. Ben, fuck,” she whimpered as he peppered kisses along her collarbones. She digs her fingernails into his shoulders already feeling her orgasm building.
Ben’s mumbling something about the driver against her neck, but she’s hardly paying attention. She doesn't care about the driver or anything else but Ben and the amazing things he’s doing with his hands and mouth. She’s almost breaking the skin on his neck with her fingernails when her release jolts through her body. She buries her head in his hair taking a deep breath in as he tugs on her hips once more. He pushes a few more hectic thrusts into her before his body contracts, and then slightly falls back.
Her hands find his neck again, as she plants several kisses into his hair. She raised his head to meet his eyes and smiled at him. He grinned, still breathing heavily. They sit for a while, unable to move, just relishing this moment they've shared in the back of this cab.
Wait.
In the back of this cab.
Leslie froze for a second, looking a little panicked and slightly embarrassed. Ben immediately read her mind.
“Yeah, yep. We….” He trailed off eyeing the front seat. He already knew the driver wasn't there anymore, this fact failing Leslie as she turned her head and saw he wasn't there.
“He left because of us,” She said, nodding towards the front seat.
Ben nodded and looked out the window to see the man smoking a cigarette and talking on his cellphone. “Probably demanding a new shift,” He joked.
“Or a new car.”
--
The last of their thirty bucks got them just a couple of blocks from their house. Leslie stumbles over Ben’s lap and out of the cab. After a quick muffled conversation with the driver, Ben also climbs out with a sheepish look on his face. Leslie waves awkwardly at the driver as he pulls off into the night.
“I gave him a verbal I.O.U.,” Ben said.
Leslie winced, “I figured. But like you both said, we could do whatever we wanted.”
Ben chuckled and kissed her forehead, “Maybe we took that a little too literally.”
Leslie hooked her arm around his waist shivering against the cool night air as they walk towards home. “Maybe, but I know this, my back hurts from doing... that in such a small space. I think I’m getting too old for back-of-a-stranger’s-cab sex.”
“I can give you a rub down if you would like,” He said pulling her to him.
“Yes,” she snuggled closer to him. “Yes, I would like that.”
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: ~1,300
Spoilers/Timeline: At the end of Ben's Parents
Summary: Basically, this is what we all know happened in the cab, I mean....
A/N: This is me writing fic every six months basically. If I get good feedback, I might try writing a little more. Be easy on me! I wrote this at 3 AM, there's no beta, and I haven't written smut in a few years. I tried my best!
“We’ve only have thirty bucks left, let’s go.”
They wasted no time making out so hard in the back of this driver’s cab. They got the most of their 15 minutes and good usage out of the brownies and wine she hoarded for their now abandoned escape to Australia. Clearly though, that wasn't enough. They were going to get their thirty dollars worth, especially after such a stressful occasion with Ben’s parents.
As Leslie straddled Ben’s lap, he dug his fingers into her hips smiling against her wet sloppy kisses.
“I can’t believe your mother destroyed our unity quilt,” Leslie murmured between the kisses on his neck.
“She's impulsive,” He sighed into her hair as her kisses changed to soft nibbles. “She does things sometimes without thinking of how it will affect others. Clearly, she wasn't thinking of how it would affect you, us. You worked so hard on it, honey. ”
Leslie leaned up slightly to look at his face; that cute, sort of guilty face. She tugged his hair lightly in reassurance and connected her lips with his neck again. “No worries,” she mumbled. “It’s fixable. I’ll re-weave the square when we get home. You can help!”
“I don’t know how to do that,” He mumbled, giving her hips a slight squeeze.
“I’m a good teacher,” She whispered, raising her lips to pepper kisses along his chin.
Dipping his head slightly, Ben caught his lips with Leslie and slid his hands down to her thighs as she rose up slightly trying to connect her body impossibly closer to his. His thumbs toyed with the hem of her dress, smiling as a slight moan that escaped from the back of her throat.
She grabbed hold of his tie, loosening it slightly as she nipped on his bottom lip. She ran her hands down his shoulders slightly pushing off his suit jacket feeling his lean arms beneath the fabric.
Meanwhile, Ben’s hands were slipping underneath her short dress, raising it ever so slightly, revealing her soft thighs still straddling his own. His hands skimmed the top of her panties and a low rumble escaped her lips as he stroked her through her already damp panties.
“Ha-have you done this before,” She stammered, talking as quietly as she could with the driver still, obviously, maneuvering the car in the front.
“Done what?”
“You know…this. In a cab?”
He looked up at her through hooded eyes, and shrugged. “I mean, he did say we can do whatever we want.” He grinned, still stroking her through her panties.
She buried her face, quieting another moan in the base of his neck. “Please,” she croaked.
He pulled at her panties gently and pushed them to the side with his fingers before entering her warmth. He kissed her hard on the mouth swallowing the loud whimper escaping her lips. He slipped a second finger in gently massaging her clit with his thumb.
She hisses, squeezing her eyes tightly and kneading his sides with her fingers. She swiftly let one hand palm his bulging erection while the other remained glued to his ribs.
“Oh!” He yelped. He nipped on the curve of her neck and dug his fingers in a little deeper. Leslie relinquished the feeling of his fingers inside her and rested her forehead against his. Their quiet, but frantic pants were lost in the whir of the cab and the soft new aged rock on the radio. The occasional brightness from the street lights outside illuminated the darkness of the cab, giving each of them a chance to catch their faces in utter bliss.
As Ben fingers plunged slightly deeper, Leslie’s hips bucked against them. She haphazardly continued stroking his cock beneath his pants, still lost in the feeling of his fingers inside her. She tried to control her every move, as she gently began to undo his pants.
With both hands, she gently pushed past the waistband of his underwear and she ran her thumb over the tip. His fingers curled against her with pleasure unable fathom that they were even doing this with another human just aimlessly doing his job in front of them. He barely had time to process that what they were doing was pretty inappropriate when Leslie began pumping. He removed his fingers from her warmth and gripped her hips holding her steady against him.
His slightly sweaty forehead began to slip against hers and he found his lips just under her ear. “Fuck,” he hissed as she pumped harder. He palmed her breast through her dress with one hand, while still holding her steady against him with the other. When her fingers circled his cock, he becomes unhinged, his body into goes overdrive. He loses himself in the moment, completely forgetting where they are. Not even noticing the cab has stopped moving. He moans her name and shudders against her.
Leslie is also very lost in the moment as she raises her hips every so slightly, guiding him into her. They both groan loudly. A little too loudly, but it seems to go unnoticed by their chaperone. She’s riding him now and he pounding against up into her. “Ben. Ben, fuck,” she whimpered as he peppered kisses along her collarbones. She digs her fingernails into his shoulders already feeling her orgasm building.
Ben’s mumbling something about the driver against her neck, but she’s hardly paying attention. She doesn't care about the driver or anything else but Ben and the amazing things he’s doing with his hands and mouth. She’s almost breaking the skin on his neck with her fingernails when her release jolts through her body. She buries her head in his hair taking a deep breath in as he tugs on her hips once more. He pushes a few more hectic thrusts into her before his body contracts, and then slightly falls back.
Her hands find his neck again, as she plants several kisses into his hair. She raised his head to meet his eyes and smiled at him. He grinned, still breathing heavily. They sit for a while, unable to move, just relishing this moment they've shared in the back of this cab.
Wait.
In the back of this cab.
Leslie froze for a second, looking a little panicked and slightly embarrassed. Ben immediately read her mind.
“Yeah, yep. We….” He trailed off eyeing the front seat. He already knew the driver wasn't there anymore, this fact failing Leslie as she turned her head and saw he wasn't there.
“He left because of us,” She said, nodding towards the front seat.
Ben nodded and looked out the window to see the man smoking a cigarette and talking on his cellphone. “Probably demanding a new shift,” He joked.
“Or a new car.”
--
The last of their thirty bucks got them just a couple of blocks from their house. Leslie stumbles over Ben’s lap and out of the cab. After a quick muffled conversation with the driver, Ben also climbs out with a sheepish look on his face. Leslie waves awkwardly at the driver as he pulls off into the night.
“I gave him a verbal I.O.U.,” Ben said.
Leslie winced, “I figured. But like you both said, we could do whatever we wanted.”
Ben chuckled and kissed her forehead, “Maybe we took that a little too literally.”
Leslie hooked her arm around his waist shivering against the cool night air as they walk towards home. “Maybe, but I know this, my back hurts from doing... that in such a small space. I think I’m getting too old for back-of-a-stranger’s-cab sex.”
“I can give you a rub down if you would like,” He said pulling her to him.
“Yes,” she snuggled closer to him. “Yes, I would like that.”