****Ben struggles with his new notoriety.****
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There was something about working with your hands, taking raw materials and building something new, seeing a need go from conceptual design to physical reality that satisfied the soul like nothing else. Well, it was certainly the second most spiritually satisfying activity Ben could think of at the moment.
He sat in Trish’s kitchen taking in his handy work. He’d spent the better part of September installing a beautiful new bay window over the kitchen sink, new cabinetry with granite countertops, and French doors leading out of the kitchen to a brand new deck complete with a built in barbeque grill and a large built in hot tub. The deck hadn’t been part of his original plan but he’d discovered the old one had some rotted decking.
If he was completely honest with himself, and he was compelled to be, he could have left the existing deck but he wouldn’t have been able to add the hot tub and cooking center… and he needed the distraction of the renovation work.
The press hadn’t left him alone since they’d tracked him down to his neighborhood. His daring rescue of the five young women from the slavers in Cannes, France followed by the televised unveiling of the four foot tall brass sculpture of him, in all its anatomically correct, naked glory caused such a firestorm in the media that the public hadn’t lost interest yet.
Worst yet were the constant references to him as a hero.
Ben ground his teeth and surged up to his feet once more. He glanced around to see what was left to do but the job was done. His agitation was making his nerves buzz. He had to keep his mind from going down that path. Something he’d learned in his sessions with Dr. Granger.
He’d cancelled his appointments with the good doctor when he’d had… a difference of opinion over her method of treatment. She claimed she was making progress with the hypnotherapy but all he knew was he was becoming miserable to live with at home. After the sessions he’d have terrible mood swings and his temper was almost violent. He couldn’t put his family through that. He’d had… words with the woman and hadn’t returned to see her since that blowout. Hanna was terribly disappointed in him and refused to talk to him until he came to his senses. That hurt more than he thought possible. He realized his mood was beginning to swing down. Gotta keep busy! He considered going downstairs to at least spec out the next reno the house needed.
He heard the front door open and a voice called out.
“Ben? Are you still here?”
“In the kitchen Trish,” he replied, a feeling of relief washing over him as he was no longer alone with his thoughts.
The red head bounced into the room loaded down with grocery bags. Her strong, hard muscles stood out on her arms and he let his eyes roam over her fit body. Trish was a serious exercise junkie with energy to spare.
He caught the glitter of diamonds and the flash of the large ruby on the ring he’d presented her with when he returned from Paris. It was her constant companion and a reminder of how much she meant to him.
She set the bags down on the new island and grinned as she took in the new work surfaces once more.
“Holy fuck this is one gorgeous kitchen Ben!” she gushed.
He returned the smile. “Glad you like it!”
She looked around and suddenly realized his tools were all packed away. “You’re done?” she said with an odd tone in her voice.
“Yes, all done,” he returned as he watched her expression.
She bit her lower lip as she nodded taking in the sparkling new fixtures and appliances. She racked her brain to think of something else he could fix but it all looked so good! She just wasn’t ready for him to not be around every day. Then she recalled something Ben said earlier and she smiled. “You mentioned you had ideas for the basement?”
Ben smiled as he realized what Trish was up to. “Yes, I did but that’s going to have to wait. The contractors are finally going to be available to help me with Barry Walker’s house next week.”
Trish pouted looking up at the big man. She’d managed to distract him from the renovations a number of times over the past few weeks and the sex was so damn good! She started to get that tingly feeling once more. She began to put away the groceries distractedly.
Ben washed his hands in the sink then moved to help her. Unable to resist Trish occasionally brushed up against him with her hip, ass, or breasts. He caught her grinning as she turned away after a very blatant grope. He saw the perishable foods were stored away so he decided the rest of the groceries could wait and he knew what she was after. As she walked past the island he stepped up behind her and pinned her to the cabinet, his hard bulge pressed tight against her ass. She gasped as he ground against her and squeezed her tits in his hands.
“OH FUCK!” she gasped.
He gave her no time to prepare as he reached down to yank her running tights and panties down. He pushed her over onto her stomach on the granite work surface and her feet left the ground. He gave the taught muscles of her ass a quick slap to ignite her pleasure then squeezed the muscular orbs in his hands as she moaned. As that sensation poured through her he dipped down to stroke her pussy roughly with his tongue again and again.
“GEEZUS! FUCK! FUCK!” Trish jolted and her legs shot outwards but she had no purchase. When Ben drove two fingers deep into her pussy her mouth shot open in a silent scream and her body shook.
Ben undid his pants with his free hand and stood up quickly. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed her juices over the thick head of his cock. She tried to look back but he was already pressing forward forcing her wide open with his hot flesh.
“OH GOD YES!!!” she groaned as she tried to push back. He had her pinned to the island and she shivered at the feeling of complete submission.
He’d slid in a third of his length when he reversed direction. She whimpered with need and once more tried to pull him inside with her legs as she wrapped them around him. This also had the benefit of opening her wider. Ben pulled out to the tip, feeling her hot wetness trying to suck him back inside. Her pussy was dripping wet from her excitement and her legs trembled. He dipped the head in and out of her opening and she squealed.
“FUCKING TEASE! GIVE ME THAT- AAAAAAAAA FFFFFUUUUUUCCCKKK!!” she screamed as he slammed forward, driving his cock deep inside and slapping her ass with his pelvis. He drew back and began to drive himself into her pussy, hard. He knew Trish liked it rough and fast. And with her, he did too.
“Mother-fucker-so-good-Uhhh!-FUCK!-Ooo!-Fuck!-Fuck!-Fuck!” she chanted with each stroke of his cock. Her ass was beginning to turn pink from the repeated slaps as she pinched and tugged her nipples roughly.
Ben slid his hands up her back under her tight spandex top, forcing her down on the granite surface. He felt her tremble at his touch and she reached back to pull at his arms to direct his hands to her big fake tits. With her constant exercise she’d burned off most of the body fat so her late husband gifted her with some rather large implants. She enjoyed teasing Ben with her abundant cleavage but she really enjoyed his hands on them. He knew what she liked so he gave it to her. He roughly rolled and tugged on her thick nipples and her gasps told him she was almost there. That was good because so was he.
Trish shoved a hand down under herself and rubbed her clit in circles as she moaned. Ben had bounced her mound against the hard surface of the island but she needed this extra stimulation to really set off the nuke this orgasm was becoming.
“UHHH!-OHHH-GONNA-CUMMM… BENNNNNnnnnnnn!!”
He sped up his thrusts and pounded Trish’s pussy with his thick cock which swelled in preparation of his release.
“FUCK! OH FUCK! YES! THAT’S IT! YES! AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!” her screams got louder and higher in pitch as the blast wave rolled over her body.
Ben slammed himself deep one more time and felt himself jetting stream after stream of hot cum deep inside her. He held her tight against his body and basked in the glow. He wasn’t worried about her getting pregnant. His sperm count was extremely low, for all intents and purposes zero, and Trish was on the pill. She had been ever since Tina’s return from France with the news of her miracle pregnancy.
He released her nipples and massaged her back muscles and she shuddered and shook through her orgasm. He was surprised how long this one was lasting for her. It brought a smile to his lips. She was so in touch with her body and it responded for her like a finely tuned sports car. The flip side to that was its frequent need to be… fueled with aggressive sex. When her husband died in the plane crash she’d found relief from her long drought with Ben and had turned to him ever since. He grinned as he thought of how often recently she’d managed to distract him from his work. He was a little concerned that she might try to maintain that frequency. With the other demands on his time that really wasn’t going to be possible. He would always make time for her when he could as she had his heart but his time wasn’t infinite.
Ben mischievously rubbed his thumb over her puckered asshole and Trish’s body clenched as it spiked through a second series of releases.
“Ben! No more… I’m done… Shit! That was… fucking awesome!” she gasped out.
He grinned at her coarse language. She was an intense woman and her language was often peppered with curses, shouts and growls. He pulled his semi-hard cock from her and gave her ass a playful spank causing her to shudder through one more aftershock.
“AH! You dirty fucker,” she whimpered as she sagged against the stone countertop. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder and he saw the love in her eyes which took his breath away. He suddenly scooped her off the counter into his arms and kissed her deeply. She squealed then purred as the kiss went on.
Finally he pulled back and Trish’s eyes had a dreamy look in them.
“You aren’t really mad at me, are you?” he teased.
She quirked a crooked smile at him. “Livid. Your only chance at redemption is to do it again.”
He grinned, kicked his pants off and hoisted her over his shoulder as she screamed. He grabbed his pants from the floor and headed for the stairs up to the bedrooms as she squealed and giggled in protest.