Private Affair (The Private Series)

by Danielle Torella

  A screen name called LuckyCharm pops up into the chat room and calls me out. She gives me a hint as to which one of the many fuckable women in the room she could be. She has long red hair and is in a black strapless mini dress and stripper heels. I reply to her that I will let her know when I am ready to leave. I have the control here and she better know that. No woman has ever challenged me before, they just did what they were told, especially if they wanted to be a notch in my headboard.

  I pound back a few more glasses of whiskey and before I drink myself limp I tell her that I am ready and to meet me outside. She gets up first and she stumbles slightly and I can’t help but roll my eyes. Maybe I shouldn’t have waited so long, now I am probably looking at a sloppy fuck. Whatever. I need to get it on so maybe I can sleep.

  I make my way outside and I see her leaning against the warm brick wall of the building. It’s a pretty humid night for an August evening here. I reach down the front of myself, getting a head start so we can get this done quick. She asks if I want to go to her place and I tell her no. Just a flat no, I don’t need to explain myself. She understands the arrangement and I lead her to the ally between the bar and the business next door, which closed hours ago. She follows me until we are nearly at the back of Chatz and she starts to lift her dress, a little eager.

  “Let’s see if you live up to that screen name of yours,” She sings.

  Like I haven’t heard that countless times with countless women. I just give her my signature smirk and I can practically see her get wet. “Turn around.”

  She starts to reach for my fly first but I grab her wrist. I am not in the mood for this shit, so I just spin her around and she giggles, figures she likes it rough. Don’t the Americans here say that red heads are crazy? I think they are onto something.

  I undo the button on my pants and drop them just to my knees. I pull myself out and give it a little hand attention, considering I have had quite a bit to drink, but not drunk enough to forget a condom, so I slip one on. When I hear her start to moan from the anticipation I yank her dress up the rest of the way and slam into her and she screams out and I tell her to be quiet. I am in and out only a few thrusts and she is clawing at the brick in her own climax and I let go just after. I pull out right away and tuck everything away. I look to her and she is pulling her dress back down and she has a smile on her face, but it looks nearly forced. I could usually care less, but most women are all too eager to tell me how good it was, but she is quiet.

  “Can you get home okay?” I ask. What the hell dude? You don’t ever ask something like that, it will only make her think that you genuinely care.

  She tucks her long hair behind her ear, “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Then she walks out of the ally. I watch her stumble a few small steps on the rough pavement. She looks back at me and smiles, I think it’s to assure me. But why?

  No names. I know she knows mine, what woman doesn’t? But hers? No clue and I don’t care to know. Too personal.

  After that night with her she became a regular, but she didn’t push to sleep with me again, she would leave with other guys, but never me. I wasn’t jealous. Right?

  It’s the first week of February and my birthday is coming up. After Ben not telling me about his birthday, he had used his body against me to force me to reveal mine.

  Growing up, I never had a big party like most of my friends were having. I was more than okay with that. My mom would always make it special and I would usually have one or two girlfriends over for a sleep over. My mom would bake an amazing cake and take us to the video store to pick out all the movies we wanted. Most consisted of hot celebrities that we had crushes on at the time. We would set out our sleeping bags in the living room, veg out and talk none stop. I remember always playing the silly game M.A.S.H which would reveal what kind of house we would live in, who we would marry, how many kids we would have and all the fun things we could think of.

  I started celebrating my birthdays alone after I turned sixteen. That’s when I started to go downhill. Friends turned their backs on me, my Dad sucked and my art teachers were putting me down, because I wouldn’t let them do my work for me. Do you know how much it hurts seeing your best friend who lived next door to you, invite your other friends over and not you? One even told me that she wished I would die, because I dated a guy for a month, which apparently she had a crush on. He broke up with me on the phone and it was because I wouldn’t have sex with him and kicked me out of his car.

  So you can get the idea that I wasn’t one to really enjoy my birthdays as of late.

  I am woken up with the smell of fresh coffee on my bedside table, I open my eyes to see it still steaming. Ben must have just brought it in for me. I sit up and as I reach for the delicious scent that is beckoning me, my mouth waters. I see a little pink bow on the mugs handle. I pick it up and see that it’s a new mug, I turn to see what it reads in his handwriting

  Your mug is pink. My coffee is black.

  And like the silver spoon, I’d like to swirl your body.

  Your lush creamy skin, like your vanilla latte.

  Set your mug down and let me take you on the counter.

  You have sweetened my life, much like how…

  Sugar is white and I’ll be the luckiest man…

  When you say you’ll be my wife.

  I feel my cheeks start to heat and pinken. Then the butterflies take full flight. I bring the warm mug to my lips and take the first sip, which is nothing but pure joy and heaven. Liquid love. Without setting the mug down I pull the blankets off myself in one swift motion and I swing my legs over the edge of the bed. Eager to find my husband to be. I am in my favorite black tee, the one that Ben saw me in when he came over one night at the beginning of our … seeing one another. It’s hard to imagine that we have only been together for less than a year and look how far we have come, what we have overcome and how much I have matured. I honestly think Ben has matured slightly as well.

  I pad quietly and quickly to find Ben. I am entering the kitchen and I see the whole apartment filled with vases of pink peonies. My step slows; I am in awe of all the shades of my favorite flower and the scent cascading through the space. I hold my new favorite mug with both hands clutched to my heart, I look around for Ben, but he is nowhere to be seen. I walk to the breakfast bar and find fresh fruit, French toast, scones and all the yummy breakfast items you could think of.

  “Jesus!” I screech as I stumble back when Ben pops up from behind the bar. “Where you hiding there on purpose?” I shriek out, my adrenaline in high gear from the sheer terror of being snuck up on.

  He lets out a light laugh and comes around the bar to comfort me, “No, I was looking for a pan in the cabinet. I didn’t hear you come in the room, you are a very stealthy walker.”

  I smack his arm, “No excuse to startle the crap out of me.” Then I notice that he is dressed in only his signature black boxer briefs… And I am standing here in just a tee and pair of pink panties. He notices me checking him out and licks his lips. Now this is how a man should cook, only in his underwear. Gets two hungers taken care of at once.

  “Like what you see Birthday girl?” He asks with a smoldering look on his face.

  I take my bottom lip between my teeth and nod.

  His eyes roam me, which only ignites the slow but now growing inferno taking place in my core. I begin to feel my nipples harden under my shirt and he must take notice, because his eyes set on my breasts. He steps closer to me and my heartbeat quickens, “So what would the birthday girl like to do?”

  I grab at the waistband of his shorts and pull him into me closer. “I can think of a thing or two…” He lets me take charge and I slip my fingers under the elastic band and pull the boxers down, his erection springs free immediately. I look up to him and give him a smirk of my own.

  “You like?”

  “I approve. The best birthday present that I don’t need to unwrap.”

  He nearly rips my tee off and I am standing with nothing but my pi
nk cheeky undies and he twitches. He grabs himself and groans, and then he is lifting me up onto the bar and is between my legs, at my opening.

  “Happy birthday baby,” he tells me and I use my heels to urge him into me, fast and hard. I toss my head back as he takes me on the counter, just as the mug promised. He slows his pace and reaches to the side of me and picks up a strawberry. He dips it into a little dish of melted chocolate, which I hadn’t noticed before. He holds it to my mouth and I lick off a drop of chocolate, which was about to fall.

  “Oh fucking bloody hell that’s hot,” he moans and I take a bite out of the lush ripe fruit.

  I get bold and I dip my finger into the dish of chocolate and I run it between my breasts and glare at him. His eyes become darker, more hooded than before. He looks hungry. He dips down and with the tip of his tongue he runs it slowly up the trail I made for him. His mouth his hot and divine on my already too sensitive skin. He doesn’t stop once the chocolate is gone; his tongue finds my nipple and flicks it. I moan out and push my chest closer to his face. He thrusts into me and takes my pink mound in between his slick fingers and rolls it. I feel myself start to quicken, and his hand reaches for the other nipple and I yell out as I reach my high and his pace picks up and he goes deeper and deeper and before I know it I am laying back on the cool marble and he over me. I meet him thrust for thrust and he is coming hot and hard inside of me.

  I laugh a little as we both pant, trying to catch our breaths. “You know what? I really like that chocolate.”

  “Yeah, me too,” He chuckles, “Pretty damn tasty. How about some actual breakfast? I can reheat the French toast.”

  We sit up and find that we have tipped over a few of the dishes, but nothing is mushed, thankfully, because I am now starving. He grabs the platter of perfectly made French toast and pops it in the microwave. I am still sitting on the counter with my legs dangling off its edge. I watch him gather plates and silverware and then he comes over holding my birthday mug and pours me a fresh cup.

  “I love my new mug,” I confess and kiss him on the cheek.

  “I am glad. I wanted to give you something personal, yet simple.” He glances at the mug in my left hand and places his hand over mine. “So, when should we pick a date?”

  I take in a deep breath, “Well, that depends.”

  “On…?”

  I cross my legs and take a sip, “Oh, when Caroline can travel.” I can’t imagine getting married in London, without her there. If it were the case where she couldn’t travel for a while I would be perfectly happy getting married right here.

  “I spoke to my father the other day about how she is coming along and they think in a few weeks she should be okay to be released. Just as long as she continues to see the therapist there.”

  This makes me happy to hear, I can’t help but smile from ear to ear, “Now, that is some great news to hear on my birthday.”

  Ben kisses my nose, “Now for the rest of the day. Eat up and get that hot ass in the shower and we are going out!” With a smack on my behind I skip to the bathroom.

  We are in Ben’s sixty-nine GTO, it’s freezing today, but I am feeling warm and cozy with my belly full of my amazing breakfast and coffee that Ben had made for me and the fact that he is holding my hand. I have my arm warmers on that Caroline made for me, which go perfectly with my simple black long sleeve top with the shoulders exposed and a pair of dark skinny jeans, paired with black Doc Martin boots. Ben is looking particularly sexy in his hooded royal blue thermo shirt, black jeans and his signature boots. I just look over at him in the driver seat and I can’t resist licking my pink glossed lips.

  “What?” He asks innocently, knowing full well what I am thinking.

  I shift in my seat, feeling the warm tinglies starting to build, he notices and lets out a single deep laugh, which reverberates to my core. “Like you don’t always know,” I stick out my tongue trying to calm myself down.

  I look out the window and we are still in the city, “Where are we going anyways?”

  Ben leans his head down and looks out my passenger window, I follow his eyes and see the Seattle Space Needle. “Really?” I ask, hearing my own shock. “I have never been there, not in the many years of living here.”

  “Really?” He asks using my own questioning technique.

  “Really.”

  He rubs his thumbs on my hand, “Good, another first.”

  I can’t help but smile and swoon. I look back at him and he has a soft serene smile on his scruff covered face, as he pulls into a parking space. My heart swells and fills with more Ben.

  Heading to the massive tower, he opens the door for me. “So what are we doing here? Isn’t it a little too cold to go to the observation deck?”

  “Bloody straight it is!” He gusts out, and I can’t help but laugh at his robust English language coming out. He doesn’t use too much of it, he explained that it started to wear off when he was in college. He maintained the accent but the ‘slang’ was falling off, but it sure as hell made a comeback just now!

  “Well it is,” he defends his answer.

  We start for the elevator and I ask, “So, then what is going on?”

  The door closes and we start to ascend upward. “There’s an indie musician feature happening. I thought, since you love Cilver and a few other up and coming bands that you might get a kick out of this today. We can have lunch, a couple drinks and enjoy the afternoon.”

  I latch onto his arm as the elevator slows. The doors open and I can hear and feel the smooth vibrations of an acoustic guitar being strummed. Then my mind goes back to my own private show with Ben. I blush and hide behind my pink hair to disguise my pink cheeks.

  We make our way to the Puget Sound room. As we approach the room the music becomes clearer. The room is flooded with brisk sunlight and nearly makes you forget that it’s February. Round tables are fitted around the room and a small stage with a mic and stool, a young woman with reddish dreads is singing a smooth soulful song and an acoustic guitar on her lap.

  Ben pays a guy at the door and we are greeted into the intimate event. We pick a small table for two and a young man offers us coffee. And tells us to help ourselves to a buffet table. Ben leans over and kisses my cheek, “You like?”

  I nod and kiss him softly on his lips. “This is a perfect way to spend my birthday, thank you.”

  The woman on the stage exits and a young man takes the stage. Tony. Ben’s head snaps in his direction, obviously he’s as surprised as I am. “Again with this guy?” Ben rolls his eyes.

  I smack his shoulder and scold him, “Hey, be nice. You seemed as if you liked him at the New Year’s event.”

  “I did. But he seems to be popping up everywhere as of late.”

  Tony notices us at the table and offers a smile and little wave, I return the gesture and Ben takes my hand and brings it to his mouth and kisses it, but he looks at Tony during that not so sweet anymore of a gesture. I pull my hand away.

  “What’s wrong?” Ben asks.

  “Oh please,” I whisper as Tony starts to play. “You, you made a cute motion of kissing me into a pissing contest or a way of marking your territory.” I scold.

  Ben pinches his eyes close, conflicted. “I’m sorry love, it’s a natural reflex it seems. I just want everyone to know that you’re my girl.”

  “I get that, I do. I always worry when a woman looks at you, but I know that you wouldn’t do a thing to hurt me. And you must know that I wouldn’t do that to you.”

  “But, who’s to say some bloat won’t make a move on you?”

  I sigh, “If someone ever does, which they don’t, you have to trust in me that I can take care of myself.”

  Ben dips his forehead to mine, eyes closed then he opens them to find mine looking at him. His eyes are extra bright today and have a tinge of gold streaming through the deep mocha that resides there. Amazing.

  Tony’s sound is smooth and edgy. His voice is the exact opposite of Ben’s, his is rough and ooze
s sex. Tony’s is softer, sweeter, but just enticing. I notice the young women in the room just sit forward in their seats as they watch him perform. He can truly captivate an audience. When he is done he exits the small platform of a stage and grabs a soda at the bar.

  “Do you mind if I go say hi?” I ask Ben. I shouldn’t feel the need to ask, but I do. He doesn’t have any control over who I choose to be my friends, but I don’t know, I can just sense an odd vibe from Ben when Tony is around. He says he’s cool with him, but I guess we shall see.

  Ben pushes out from the table, stands and offers his hand for me to stand, “Of course, I need to hit the loo anyways. I’ll meet you back here in a few.”

  I kiss him on the cheek, “Sounds good.”

  Ben walks across the room and heads for the restrooms and I make my way to the bar area. Tony sees me approaching and smiles. “Hey!” I greet him.

  “Hey, yourself! Stalking me are ya?” He teases.

  I do an over dramatic hair flip, “Oh don’t you know? I’m your biggest fan and I’m stalking you…”

  Tony takes a step back and I snort out a laugh. “Really though, you are great. I had no idea you got around so much in the city.”

  “Thank you, and yeah I am starting to get into the whole musician thing. Tattooing is fun and all, but I love my music. I am actually heading to Florida to go visit my Dad and his … girlfriend, I heard her friend has a sweet bar that people perform at. There’s this Breast cancer event going on, so I am going to check that out when I am in town.”

  “That sounds like a lot of fun! I have never been south of here really. You will have to tell me all about it when you get back in town.” I tell him.

  “Plan on stalking me some more then?” He jokes.

  I cover my face with my hands and do a cheesy peek-a-boo motion, “you never know where I might pop up on ya!”

  We are laughing when Ben joins my side. “Want another coffee love?”