Private Affair (The Private Series)

by Danielle Torella

  “Jesus Christ Tess. You are going to kill me you know that? Fuck.” He grabs his thick dick, which is growing in his pants. I can’t take it anymore, I stride over between his legs, as he is sitting on the bed. Turning so I am facing out from him, I sit on his lap and lean my head back into his neck. His hands run from my thighs, up my torso and finally landing on my covered breasts. My chest is starting to heave with my deep, wanting breaths. I can feel my folds begin to get wet and swollen from my need. Feeling how hard he is behind me in my back I need to feel him. I am able to twist slightly to reach for his button and zipper. I stand up and push his chest so he is on his back. I pull his pants down around his waist and I am greeted with a pleasant surprise: commando Ben.

  He sits right back up and pulls my thong down to the floor and sets me back down onto his lap. His hands then move back down to my legs and grips the inside of my thighs and spreads my legs wide, lifting them and hooking them over his knees. Exposing me. He reaches down and runs two fingers over my mound between my folds. “Ahhh…” It’s been way too long, even though it’s only been a few days. His fingers rub in a circular motion, building me, making me wet. He dips into me and I moan. Not being able to control my own body I start to move into his fingers, needing more, more of him. He pulls me back against him and rubs my breast with his other hand. The satin is so thin that he can surely feel my hard nipples. With the pad of his fingers he grazes the top of one nipple and that’s all the sensation I need. I am practically riding his fingers and puffing my chest trying to get closer. “Ben…”

  “I know baby,” He tells me and he pulls away, releases the clasps on my new balconet releasing my heavy breasts. Using both hands now he is pinching both with his fingers and tugging on them. I feel his erection growing larger with every shift I make on his lap. He grips my waist, lifts me and lowers me onto his cock. Filling me full and stretching me. I don’t move and neither does he, we just savor the sensations and live for it. He takes me all the way in and he releases a deep moan, which drives me mad and I start to make circles with my hips.

  “Ah, slow down baby, or this will be over before it starts,” He pleads.

  “I can’t help it, you feel so amazing inside of me. I need to grind.” At first I start to move up and down, sitting on his lap, facing away from him. Slow at first, but all lets loose as soon as he starts to play with my nipples again. I come down hard on him and start to rock my hips, grinding into it.

  “Play with yourself,” He breathes into my ear. I look him in the eye and bite down on my lip. “Do it,” he growls.

  I reach down and find my clit and start to rub it up and down, light at first but as I am getting closer I add more pressure. Then I go lower and I can feel the base of Ben’s penis making shallow movements in me as I grind.

  “There you go baby, bring yourself there. Come for me.”

  With a firm pinch to each nipple and pressure from my own fingers and the deep grind on his large dick I come. And I come fucking hard. I am screaming and he is growling. Starting to bounce on him he thrusts with me and we ride out the hardest orgasm of my life.

  Leaning back as I slowly come down, I am twitching from the extreme release that we both just had. Ben’s chest is heaving and I cannot stop smiling. He is still inside of me and I just lay down against his back. He wraps his arms around my front and pulls me back onto the bed with him.

  We get comfy in the plush white bed coverings and just hold each other for a while. We nod off and we wake up in the middle of the night. “How about a bath, while I order us some room service?” Ben suggests.

  I sigh with content and pure joy. “That sounds wonderful and I am a little sore,” I wink.

  “Only sore from me baby.”

  I go into the bathroom and run a hot bath. I slip in and Ben comes in, “What do you want to eat?”

  “What are my options?”

  “Well it is a full service restaurant.”

  “But it’s after two in the morning, are they even open?” I ask with worry, because now I am really hungry.

  Ben looks at the menu that was left in the room, “Yes, they are open at all hours.”

  My stomach growls and he hears it, laughing, “Now I know you are hungry, what will it be?”

  “I am really wanting fried calamari, is that on there?” I have been craving it for some time now, but we never get to eat at a descent place while on the road.

  Ben nods, “Anything else?”

  “Whatever looks good,” I smile.

  His gaze shifting, “Well I see something that looks good enough to eat.” He pours in some bubble bath and walks out of the room to call in the order.

  I close my eyes and just relax, because tomorrow I will be cramped on the bus for God knows how long. Take in all that I can. Ben comes back in and washes my back and rubs my shoulders. Then we hear a knock on the door and the customary “Room Service.” Ben opens the door and they cart in the food. When the man leaves, Ben returns and holds open a towel for me and offers me a silk robe.

  “Mmm, everything smells divine!”

  Ben begins lifting the silver domes off of the platters and I am salivating something wicked. “Have a seat at the table, I will bring everything over.”

  I sit down at the small table for two over by the window in the room. Ben carries each plate over, setting my calamari down first. It looks so delicious I can’t wait till he is sitting with me before I pop a piece in my mouth. Savoring the salty, chewy and crispy pieces. I let out a moan.

  “Well, gee now, I thought I was the only one that could make you make that noise.”

  I hold my hand over my mouth and giggle, “Sorry, it’s just so yummy.”

  “I love watching you eat and enjoying your food. Most girls won’t eat like this in front of their partner.” He sits across from me and start in on his meal.

  I shrug my shoulders, “I hate girls like that. It’s like hello, everyone eats, so why hide it or eat like a bird. We all know that, that kind of girl goes home and devours a bag of Dorito’s and ice cream.”

  Ben laughs at my honestly and nod in agreement, “You are probably very right.”

  “So what’s for dessert?” I ask joking, but he gets up from the table and brings over a small white plate and I see my favorite dessert of all time. “Tiramisu. God, I love you!”

  Ben is driving me to where the bus has been parked for the night. Its late morning and I knew that we would be leaving soon. We are headed back on the road and this time it is an eight hour haul. I am going to miss Ben, our suite and the food. I really don’t know how musicians do this.

  We pull into the lot and Ben turns off the car. Taking my hand to his lips he kisses it and the beautiful engagement ring he had reset for me. “So, if I don’t come back with a color pallet you want for the wedding, I think Gwen and Caroline with treat me to a beating.”

  “I didn’t give the wedding colors much thought, but I have always like soft pinks and cream, but I didn’t think you would want pink,” I tell him.

  “Anything for you. And I really don’t mind pink … especially your pink.” His eyes glance to below my waist.

  “Ben!” I smack his chest. He pulls me onto his lap in the driver seat. He gives me the sweetest, most heartfelt kiss. I have to pull away before it turns into another parking lot session. “So, um, how is Caroline doing?”

  “She is doing well.”

  Now I have to ask about the thing I am sure he is hoping I don’t ask, “And Dan?”

  Ben groans and rests his head on the head rest, “He is well, also. I haven’t killed him yet, if that’s what you are asking. Him and Caroline are not allowed to be alone, either my father or myself have to be present. I never would have fucking thought that I would have to chaperone my baby sister and my best mate.”

  I smile, “So Dan is still your best friend?”

  He rolls his eyes and returns a small smile, “Yes.”

  I kiss his cheek, “Good, I am glad.” I look out the window
and find Tony stretching. “Looks like everyone is getting up and ready to leave. When will I get to see you again?” My heart sinks.

  Ben, biting the inside of his cheek, “I am not sure right now. I will have to ask Fuller about that, along with getting that access pass…”

  I can’t help but giggle and I find the torn of wrist band on the floor of the car. “Okay, well walk me to the bus, before Roger gets antsy.”

  “Morning you two, have a good night?” Tony asks with a sly grin.

  Ben once again wraps his arm around my waist, what is this man code for she’s mine? “Yes, got some much needed restful sleep.” I answer before Ben.

  “I bet,” Tony snorts.

  Ben didn’t like that remark, he is toe to toe with him. “Look Towers, you better not even think of her like that. I don’t want to see anymore photos of her either on your page. I don’t want people getting the wrong idea. She is mine, not yours and you better remember that.”

  “Ben!” I snap.

  Tony doesn’t break his stare with Ben, “It’s okay Tess, and I understand where he is coming from. Ben, you have nothing to worry about. I will take care of her.”

  “That’s what I am fucking worried about...” Ben mutters as he turns away, pulling me to the side. “If you need to leave and come home or need me to get you, you know I am just a call away.”

  “Stop worrying. Everything is fine. I love you. I better see you soon.”

  Pulling me into a tight hug, “Of course.”

  It’s been a week since I have seen Ben. I am physically hurting from missing him. Fuller has him covering local shows and he has been dealing with Chatz. When I spoke to him yesterday he thinks he can fly out to the Rochester New York show in a couple days, but he isn’t certain.

  I am trying to fall asleep, but obviously can’t so I try calling him, “I miss you…” I tell him when he answers.

  “How are you? Are you alright? You sound upset.”

  “Well, yeah I am upset I wish I was with you. I can’t sleep.” My eyes feel like they are going to sink back into my skull, I am so tired, but I just can’t relax my mind enough or my heart.

  “What can I do to help?” He asks.

  I pause for a moment and think. “Will you play your guitar for me and sing?”

  “Of course baby. What do you want me to sing?”

  “Doesn’t matter, I just want to hear your voice.” I tell him. I love his sexy rough voice. It is calming and yet excites me, I suppose it depends on the song choice.

  I can hear him fiddling with his acoustic guitar and he puts me on speakerphone so he can play. I recognize the tune, before he starts to sing Wipe Your Eyes, by Maroon 5. My heart skips a beat and I close my eyes and think about Ben and me sitting in bed together as he sings for me. He sounds nothing like Adam Levine, so the song sounds different, but maybe a little more beautiful in his voice. Or because it’s just him.

  A few songs later I feel my eyes getting heavy and my body relax. “Thank you Ben. I think I am ready to fall asleep now.”

  “Anytime baby. I love you, want me to stay on until you fall asleep?” He asks, sounds just about as tired as I am.

  “Nah, you need your sleep too. You have a lot to take care of at home.”

  He sighs, “Just not you…”

  “Only a couple more weeks,” I try to comfort him, like he just did for me.

  “That time can’t pass fast enough.”

  “What the fuck?” I hear Tony yell and Jennifer is stumbling out of her bunk. I then feel that we are lop sided on the road.

  I throw on my glasses, since I took my contacts out before bed, I walk to the front of the bus to find Roger and Tony standing outside in front of the beast of a vehicle. Jennifer is sitting in the driver’s seat, with her elbows on the wheel, propping her tired head up. “What’s going on?” I ask her.

  “Flat.”

  I groan, “How often does this happen?”

  “More than you would think,” She tells me as she watches blankly out of the windshield.

  I sit in a chair closest to the front and curl my feet up, “How long does it take to fix?”

  “Depends on how fast they can get a truck out here. We are out in the middle of nowhere practically and only god knows what time it is.”

  I look at the clock on the mini microwave in the kitchen area, “its three thirty in the morning.”

  I hear her groan and hide her face in the folds of her arms, “Fuuuuuck. Yeah, it’s going to take a while…”

  Tony lumps back on the bus, “Well, it’s a flat.”

  “No shit Sherlock,” Jennifer snips at him. Getting up she goes back to her bunk, on the way through she grabs an opened bottle of vodka.

  I look back to Tony who is standing there with a blank look on his face, when his eyes meet mine, we crack up. “Think she’s a little annoyed?” I ask.

  “We will see by the hangover in the morning.”

  We get a good laugh about that, then the air gets silent and a little awkward. “So, is, um…Roger coming back in?”

  Tony looks out the bus window and shakes his head, “Nah, he said that he will wait outside for the truck. He said he didn’t want the ass holes to pass by. So, are you going to go back to bed?” He asks me.

  I think about it for a minutes, but I don’t think I can after being woken up so suddenly. My heart is still pumping seventy miles an hour. I try to think of something to do, then I figure there’s nothing better than relaxing with a book and some Swedish Fish. “I think I will stay up and read for a while. You don’t mind if I do it out here do you?”

  “Of course not, just as long as you don’t mind if I work out a new song.” He glides past me, grabs his guitar and a rough looking note book with a pencil between his teeth.

  I grab one of my smaller bags where I had packed a few different books. I am holding three different ones and I have to decide which one I want to read. I finally settle on what I have heard to be an easy read, which sounds great right now. Minimal thinking.

  I pull on a gray oversized sweater and wrap it around myself, slip on my favorite fox slippers and carry my book to one of the chairs. I curl up and open up to page one.

  Tony sits on the couch in front of me and starts to pick at his guitar, stopping often to take notes. He hums off and on, I try not to look up to watch. I am a few chapters in when he catches me. He has the gnarled up yellow pencil in his mouth, he laughs and winks at me. “Liking the show?”

  “I just find the musical process to be interesting, that’s all. I have always loved music, but never got to see how it all comes together.” I raise my book back up to my face, hoping to leave him back to his work.

  “Would you mind telling me what you think so far?” He gains my attention back.

  I set my book down on the table, pages open, “Really? I mean, are you sure? I am not a professional.”

  “But you love music and know what’s good and what’s not. No one is a professional when it comes to listening to a good song. I trust your opinion.”

  I take in a deep breath and sit more upright in my seat. “Okay.”

  He gives me a boyishly smile, sets he pencil down and preps himself with the guitar. He starts to play a slow soft tune, very melodic. When he starts to sing I get the chills. His voice is smooth, sweet and full of a yearning in a way. He is singing about no one really knowing him and that they shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Just because people think of you a certain way, doesn’t mean you have to live up to it. To be your own and to take him or leave him.

  His words hit close to home and it takes everything in me to not cry. He stops about three-quarters of the way, “That’s all that I have so far. What do you think? Too emo?” He laughs, but he’s trying to be light with the laugh. I can see it on his face how much this song means to him. That he is revealing a part of himself and that makes you the most vulnerable.

  I clear my throat, “Uh, yeah it’s really good…”

  “Any feedback?�
�� He looks nervous. It’s enduring to see someone with as much talent and now fame be so down to earth and human.

  I stand and go to sit next to him, he moves the rough notebook and I take a seat. “You’re keeping it real, I love that. Sure artists are doing the ‘honesty’ bit, but with your sound it feel real and that’s what matters.”

  He is tweaking away at his chords and not looking at me when I talk, he is nodding and I hope I am making sense. I change the topic slightly, “So how did you learn to play the guitar?”

  “My mom. She played when she was younger and she taught me when I showed interest, when I was like eight.” He starts to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and he smiles, “This was the first song she was able to teach me, even though I wanted to learn something harder, like from The Offspring.” He then starts the opening of one of their most popular songs. He even starts to head bang and I start to laugh. He is too adorable.

  “Do you know how to play?” He asks me.

  “Ha!” I throw my head back and laugh, “I tried when I was a teen, but I have no rhythm in my body what’s so ever. I am not musically inclined.”

  “Oh, come on! Anyone can learn! Here…” He hands me his guitar, which is warm from his lap and hands being on it for so long. “Put your hands here,” He slides my hand up the neck of the guitar and shows me where to press, how to position my other hand, and how to strum. “Now glide your thumb over the strings.”

  I do and the sound that comes out of the thing is treacherous. We both cringe, Tony tries to hide it, but I catch him, “See!” I laugh out.

  “You just need…more practice,” He takes the guitar from me and sets it on the floor resting it against the couch.

  “I think I will stay away from it, for the sake of our ears,”

  He makes a: I’m sorry to have to agree face and bobs his head from side to side then into a nod. I smack his shoulder, “Shut up! So tell me about your Mom and family.”

  “Wow, well that was a sure topic change!” He laughs and stretches out with a sigh. “What do you want to know?”