"I don't want you to leave me either." I reply, maybe with a little hidden meaning in the backdrop. He leans in and plants a soft lush kiss on my mouth and begins to grow in intensity, opening my mouth to let him in he growls.
"If you keep this up, we will be doing it in your car."
I put my hands on his chest and he takes a small step back. "I'll talk to you later. Get home safe."
I sigh and open my car door. I roll down my window and watch his fine ass climb back onto his Ducati. Just the way his jeans tighten around his ass in the right way, makes me want to jump back on behind him. He throws his helmet on, winks at me, flicks the visor down and speeds off.
When I get home, I have about two hours before I am due at work. Oh I don't think so! So I decide to call in a favor owed to me by Dave. I have covered his shifts for the past two years now, and I have not once asked him to cover for me. It's time, Davey boy.
I pull out my cell when I get home.
"What do you mean, you're calling me in?" He sounds stunned.
"You know all those times you called me up at the wee hours of the morning begging me to cover your shift?" I rub it in deep.
He yawns. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, I am serious, boy! Get your butt up, because you're working this morning." I sound like a drill sergeant.
He groans unhappily. "This better be for a good reason. You never ask me to cover you. So what's up? Spill it, girl."
"I was out a little late last night and there is no way I am going to work a full shift today… Not while I have a hot date tonight…" I can't help but tell someone.
He gasps. "No! You have a date date? With whom, may I ask?"
"Oh, you don't know him, so don't worry about it. It's new so I don't want to share any details with anyone right now." I try to sound sincere, but it's hard when I want to yell from the rooftops, "I'M SEEING BEN MITCHELL!"
I can hear him rustling in the background and I am pretty sure I heard something break. He mumbles a "fucking shit" under his breath, which catches me off guard, because Dave doesn't typically swear. What's his deal? Oh, right probably rushing to get ready for his new shift, suck it up. "All right girl. Take care of yourself I hear he has a reputation… and you better tell me all the juicy details on our next shift together." He sounds borderline protective, curious and pissed off. Whatever.
"I will. Now get to work and I am off to bed." I announce and hang up.
I strip off my clothes and climb into bed. I fall asleep pretty fast. I wake up in in the late afternoon, to find a text from Ben:
Ben: I hope the reason you're not answering your phone, is because you're asleep. And dreaming of me ;)
There's that damn winky face again. He's playful. This is good.
Tess: I was asleep and had very pleasant dreams, almost didn't want to wake up.
Ben: Well baby soon it won't be a dream.
Tess: So sure of yourself aren't ya?
I have to tease him a little bit, keep him on his toes. Make him work for it a little bit, even though I can't resist him and I won't resist for much longer.
Ben: Yes I am. Anyways, I will come pick you up for the show at seven.
Tess: Seven sounds great, gives me time to shower and get ready.
I decide make him suffer a little.
Ben: You're killing me. Slowly.
Tess: Isn't the anticipation, what makes it that much better?
Ben: I wouldn't know.
Tess: Oh that's right, you've always had women more than willing to sleep with you. No challenge.
Ben: I'm not going to lie, because that is true. The anticipation is only going to make the inevitable that much better.
Oh, thank god he isn't here, because that anticipation would have been out the window by now!
Tess: Alright Casanova, I am off to get ready, and make sure my camera's battery is charged and SD card is empty.
Ben: See you at seven Tess.
I am all weak-kneed. Just from a few texts back and forth. Could I be any more juvenile?
I decide to throw hot pink streaks into my hair, put on plum eye shadow, and add black liner, mascara and a light pink glossy lip. For my outfit, I go with my black leather shorts and black tights underneath, a deep royal blue low neck tank top and a thin black scarf. For my shoes, I am bustin' out the big guns: my black patent leather Mary-Jane stiletto pumps.
At exactly seven, there's a knock on my door.
I creak open the door and give him a shy smile.
"You're killing me, Tess, look at you," he says. "You're stunning. I'll be fighting guys off of you all night."
I feel my face flush and my stomach turn as Ben holds a single red rose. "This is for you. It's not much, but a woman on the corner was selling them and I couldn't pass it up."
I smile and take the rose, and add it to the bouquet of peonies that he had given me.
"Shall we?" he asks, holding out his elbow to escort me out of the apartment. On the way through, I grab my bag and my little black faux leather coat with silver studs on the shoulders. Here goes everything.
Here goes my heart.
To my surprise, Ben has left his beloved bike at home and has picked me up in a car.
"Nice car," I tell him.
Obviously proud of his blacked-out vintage car, he begins, "It's a…"
I cut him off. "… nineteen-sixty-nine Pontiac GTO." I step away from Ben to take a walk around the machine and continue. "Top option, three hundred and seventy horsepower. Ram Air IV. Impressive."
Stunned, Ben takes a moment. "Uh, yeah. You…know cars?"
I make a slow walk back around the car to his side, trying not to fall in these heels. Right now, I am looking pretty badass in his eyes. "Yep."
"How?" He opens the passenger side door for me.
"James."
"Any other secret talents I should know about?"
"I'll let you know."
As we approach the backstage entrance at the arena, Ben places my dream "Press" laminate around my neck. It's funny how amazing you can feel while holding a piece of plastic tethered to a string, but for me it's a dream come true. "Ready?" he asks.
"More than you know." I reply, and in my head I add: On more levels than one…
People rush all around us. Some people are arguing, and others are running with sound equipment. I also see a lot of scantily clothed girls in here. Huh, so they are back here too? I am used to seeing them in the crowd flashing the bands, but I guess back here they have a better chance of scoring. One big-breasted brunette is actually wearing a bandanna as a top, and she approaches us.
"Beennnn," she drags out. "It's been too long, hunny, why haven't you called me?" She doesn't even acknowledge me on his arm. Skank.
"Uh, yeah…hi." Ben says, sounding a little shaken and grabbing for the back of his neck. I know he's been with other women—hell, a lot of other women—but I don't want to see it flaunted in my face. And this, this is what he went for? Wow, I feel a little more out of his league now.
Bandanna Skank traces her index finger down the center of his chest. "Come find me after the show." She smacks her lips, turns and leaves.
Ben looks down at me. "I am so sorry. I didn't think about running into any of my pasts here."
"It's fine, Ben. I know you've slept with other women." I am not that childish.
He leans down and kisses the top on my head. "Thank you for understanding. Most other women would have snapped and took off. I knew there was something different about you. You seem more mature than your actual age. By the way, how old are you? I never thought to ask."
"Twenty-two." I answer. "And yourself, Mr. Bond?"
"Mr. Bond? That's a new one. Twenty-five."
We approach a middle-aged man with headphones and mic holding a clipboard. Ben introduces himself, "Ben Mitchell, with Tones magazine. I am here to interview the band."
My jaw drops. Oh. My. God. I am going to meet Maroon 5? Somebody pinch me, this can't be real. And as if he c
an read my mind, Ben pinches my ass.
"Watch it, Bond." I snip, with a smile.
Mr. Clipboard breaks our stare. "Mr. Mitchell, the band will see you now. You have fifteen minutes." Ben nods and walks through the door, holding my hand.
The members of the band are sitting on leather sofas. A couple of them have a beer in their hands; they just look like they are relaxing before the big show. Their manager greets us as we walk in, and introduces us to the guys. Yeah, I feel like a schoolgirl...
Ben greets them with the traditional man hug, obviously having met and hung out before with them, and then he introduces me.
The lead singer approaches me. "Hey, I'm Adam." And he extends his hand. Trembling, I take it, and instead of shaking it, he kisses it.
"All right. Enough, dude," Ben says.
Adam laughs. "Sorry, I didn't mean to overstep a line. I was just being polite."
"It's OK. It's nice to meet you." I find my voice.
The guys look at one another and shake their heads, "Tess, it's OK, we get that a lot. But really we are just normal guys." Adam tries to make me feel more comfortable. But, really, have you seen the man? There is nothing normal about him.
"All right, wankers, I am here to do my job, so let me ask you a few questions, and we will be out of your hair. Then you can get out on stage," Ben says. "But first do you guys mind if Tess takes a few photos while we interview?"
"Oh, yeah, that's cool," Adam says.
Ben nods at me.
As Ben sets up a recorder and asks his questions, I move about the circle of guys and take as many shots as I can, from single band members to the whole group. And I do a few close-ups too. Wow, this feels amazing.
I can't help but take a few shots of Ben when he's not paying attention. This isn't easy, because he keeps looking at me whenever I move. I zoom in for a sharp side profile. Man, I love some good jaw porn… I snap one of his hands taking down notes. I capture this look in his eye of pure contentment and passion; he must really love this job. Who wouldn't? There is nothing sexier than a man with passion for life. He catches me staring and winks. Then nods toward the band, indicating that I should be taking their photos and not his.
"All right, thanks, guys, have a great show," Ben says, finishing up with the band.
I feel a little more relaxed now so I feel like I can actually speak up, "Thank you so much, guys. Oh! Would you mind signing my CD?"
"Yeah, of course." Adam answers, and the disc and a Sharpie are passed around the room.
We exit the room, walk through the crowded backstage area, and make our way to the side of the stage.
I continue taking photos of the opening bands, all while dancing with Ben. For all the fast songs we would mold our bodies together and move to the beat. For the slow ones he just held me, kissed me softly, and swayed. It was amazing. When Maroon 5 took the stage the crowd went absolutely nuts, I was able to stick my camera out just far enough to see the crowd, but not be seen. This is freaking awesome!
After the show, as the band came off of the stage, Ben grabbed one of the crew members and asked him to take a photo of us with the band. I can now die a happy woman. Ben wraps his arm around my waist on my right side while Adam takes the left and drapes his arm over my shoulder. Ben glares over at him and gives him a get your arm off of her or I will break it the fuck off look. Adam sneers and lets out a loud laugh, and pulls his arm away.
Adam speaks as he walks away. "Have your boyfriend e-mail me the pics. I wanna see." He stalks off into the crowd of girls and fans. Seriously? I look up at Ben and he nods, letting me know that he'll do it.
Ben takes my hand and leads me out to his beaut of a car. Before opening the door for me, like a perfect gentleman, he scoops me up into his arms, dips me and plants one hell of a hot kiss on me. The Seattle air is cold and crisp, but I don't even notice because I am on fire. When he releases me, I stumble back a little. Damn knees. He takes my hand and leads me into the car. "Your place or mine?"
"Yours." And with that we are off into the city, streamlining to his penthouse studio.
On the way back to Ben's place I am trying my damnedest to really figure out how I feel. How my body reacts to Ben, how my thoughts fill with dirty little visuals, but mostly how my heart swells when he looks at me and when he is so sweet and honest. He's protective and I need that in a man right now. But at the same time I am terrified that if I do sleep with him, and I just might tonight, that he will break my heart. Ben doesn't fuck a girl twice. Am I ready to let my walls fall down for him? And if I were to walk away, will I always wonder what if?
In the elevator, he rushes me to the back of the cart. Hands, mouths and tongues all over. Holy mother… I am ruined. I am going to sleep with Ben Mitchell tonight. It's a risk I am willing to take, because frankly I don't know if I will ever feel so passionately about another man.
The elevator doors open to his private hall. He has me walk ahead and he strides in behind me. He is right on my backside, curving with my body, kissing my neck. I can feel his erection at my back, turning me on more. I reach back and grab the growing bulge in his pants, and he moans. We somehow get inside and I turn and walk backwards into his kitchen, never taking my eyes off of him. He looks at me like I am prey and he is the predator ready to pounce. He starts to walk towards me, but I continue my backwards walk down the small hallway leading to his room. He grins that sexy smile.
I hold a hand up before my back hits the closed bedroom door.
"I need to ask you one question and you better fucking answer it honestly, and I'll know if you are lying."
He raises his right hand. "I swear."
"If I were to allow you to fuck me tonight, would you never do it again? Would you ask me to leave and never call you again?" I can hear the panic and sadness in my own voice. My hands start to tremble.
He places both hands gently on the sides of my cheeks and looks from my mouth to my eyes. "First. Tess, I don't plan to 'fuck' you tonight."
Oh. Well that's disappointing…
I look up to the ceiling, trying to fight back my tears. I knew he would change his mind. I am nothing like his past conquests. I am at least eight inches shorter, I have shorter hair and I wear glasses on most days. What would a man like Ben Mitchell want with a girl like me?
"Hey," he draws my attention back to his eyes, which are soft not mean like I was expecting. "Tess, like I said I am not going to 'fuck' you tonight, because I want to make love to you tonight." He says this in an almost whisper.
His mouth is on mine instantly, soft, gentle and loving. My heart isn't fighting any more right now, but absorbing every touch, smell and taste of this glorious man. I feel nervous of course, but not in the sense of it probably hurting a little, but that after tonight he will own me. Just like he said he wanted to.
We make our way into his room; he has the lights on a dimmer and keeps them lowered, comfortable. He sets me on the bed and kneels at my feet and unbuckles my heels. He slowly glides his hands up the outside of my legs. He unbuttons my shorts and pulls them and my stockings down in one slow agonizing motion. I am left sitting in my black lace thong, which I never wore before, and my royal blue top. I get up on my knees, while on the bed. We are chest to chest. I fist the hem of his shirt and bring it up to his shoulders, where he has to bend slightly, allowing me to finish the job. I throw it to the floor and now it's my turn to take his pants off. In his boxers, he grips my hips and rolls his hips into mine. I let out a low what sounds like a purr. I had no idea I was capable of that…
I step off of the bed to stand in front of him. His mouth is on my neck sucking and nibbling and then he whips my shirt right off. He steps back, a little too far for my taste, but stops three feet away. He looks from my feet to hips, belly and my black lace bra, and finally my eyes. And I can't take it anymore. I rush him. Full-on body slam. I stand on my tiptoes to meet his mouth. He doesn't resist me when I flick my tongue at his parting lips, but reciprocates with much-wanted force. He reac
hes around my back and undoes my bra, freeing my breasts. He lets it drop and he brings his mouth to one nipple and sucks. I grab the back of his head and walk backwards for the bed.
I lay back as softly and gracefully as I can, but poise is not my strong suit, and I fall over like a limp noodle. So not sexy. Ben lets out a soft quick laugh, and brings my knees up into a bend.
"I am going to assume you're not on the pill, seeing as you have had no reason to be." I don't know if he's asking or stating.
I blush and shake my head no.
"I don't normally keep condoms here, seeing as I have never had a girl here before, but I thought ahead in hopes this day would come and I stopped at the store before picking you up. Hold on." He hops off the bed and runs to the kitchen. Then the soft pads of his feet come thumping back into the room with a box in hand. He rips it open. Fast.
He resumes his position between my legs and brings his mouth to my belly. He kisses and sucks his way over every inch and nips at my left hip. I am so wound up that if he doesn't do something quick I am going to unravel before we get to the good stuff. He slips his hands under the waistband of my thong and instead of pulling them off, he rips them off. Oh, all that is holy and fucking sexy.
I slip my hand into the pocket of his shorts. Feeling how hard he is for me makes me want him that much more. To know that I do this to him is mind-blowing. He lets out a deep, low, animalistic growl and yanks down his boxers.
"Are you sure you're ready, Tess?"
"I have waited long enough. I am more than ready, but with you and only you." With my last words, he moans.
Kneeling before me, he strokes himself for a second before slipping on the condom. Oh screw me now, that is effing hot. He licks his lips in that little act of pleasure.
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