Private Show (The Private Series)

by Torella, Danielle

  “This looks hot on you.”

  I look down at his hand running over the fake ink and smile. He moves his hands to my shoulders and up the back of my neck, and releases my pigtails.

  “That’s better,” he whispers in my ear.

  He steps away to pour the wine and hands me a glass. We both take a long sip of the sweet and lightly bubbly wine. “Now, this surprise you have…”

  And that’s my cue. I stand and walk toward his bedroom. I look over my shoulder and wink, and it doesn’t take him long to follow in my suit.

  But before I can make it to his bedroom door, he spins and pins me to the wall of the hallway. Taken off guard, I moan loudly as soon as his mouth finds my neck. He’s sucking and licking from my collarbone to my earlobe. He grabs the back of my left knee and lifts it so I can wrap it around his waist. I can feel his growing arousal at the apex of my thighs.

  Will I ever get enough of this man? I certainly hope not.

  He carries me into the bedroom, kicking the door open he takes long strides to the large bed. He sets me down on the floor and not the bed, like he typically would.

  “Turn around,” he demands, and I am so turned on that I don’t question it. Once my back is to him, he grips my hips and continues kissing my neck. Then he stops. He is no longer touching me. I turn to make sure he is still there and he just looks at me. Until I notice where his right hand is. He is holding himself through his black dress pants, I can clearly see the outline of his hard cock and I am stunned still. I am on fire right now. I desperately need him.

  I move to turn around. “No,” he says. I am at a loss. So I turn back and face the bed. Then I feel his hands at my ankles; he must be on his knees. My thought is proved right when I feel his hot tongue run up my right leg, and his hands leading further up. I start to shake, because my knees are going weak. Sensing this, he grabs me at my waist. His tongue leisurely makes its way further and further up. His hands skim the hem of my pink dress.

  He pushes it up slightly. “Bend.” Oh, God.

  I bend slightly and he gasps when he finds what I am wearing under my dress. A bubble-gum-pink lace thong. “Your killing me, Tess.” Then he is quickly back to his feet, pressing his body against mine, skimming up my sides and finding my zipper, pulling it down, releasing me from the pink fabric. I am braless, and this excites him more; he stiffens and gets harder. His hand reaches around to my breasts and cups them gently, softly massaging them. He rolls my nipples between his fingers. My body reacts on its own, arching my chest further into his hands and pushing my backside against his front.

  Ben lets out a deep groan. This riles me up more and I start to move my ass in circles against his hard front.

  He hastily pulls my dress to the floor, and I am left standing in my thong, white knee-highs and platforms. He rubs his chin, which has some fresh stubble to it now, which is sexy as hell. I move to him, and I kiss his throat and lick along his jaw line. His hair tickles my tongue and God, he tastes amazing.

  “I like this,” I admit as I trace my fingers over his cheek.

  His thumbs hook into the sides of my lace thong and rip them off. I bite my lip and reach for his shirt. Feeling ballsy, I rip it open instead sending buttons flying. And this is the pushing point for him—he rushes my body with his and I reach down to undo his pants. A minute later he’s pushing me to the bed and approaching the nightstand.

  “No,” I say.

  “No?” The look on his face is priceless.

  “No.” I repeat. “We don’t need one.”

  He gives me a questioning glance and looks back down to the nightstand drawer. I walk over to him. “I want you.”

  “But…” I place my hand on his cheek.

  “I need to feel you and only you, Ben. That is why I have gone on the pill.”

  His eyes widen and his jaw drops open. “Really? Tess, I am clean, you have to believe that, I have never gone all… you know, without protection.”

  I nod and have to throw the image of him with countless other women back into the depth of my mind. “I know. That’s why I took the initiative to go on it.” I grab his hard length.

  His eyes roll back. “Fuck,” he hisses. I tug on him to move his back to the bed. “I want you to leave these shoes on. I want to take you over my bed, bent over.”

  Oh, God, I love it when he talks like that to me.

  We reach the bed. I turn and bend slightly, and he brushes the tip of his dick along my backside. I am whimpering in anticipation, I push back on him and he slips into place, and I am pretty sure I squeak. He then begins to push himself in slowly, savoring the sensation.

  “Oh, Tess, you have no idea how amazing you feel. God, thank you.”

  The connection is overwhelming and I am already reaching my high. He stops once he is all the way in and just rocks his hips, I am definitely close. He quickly pulls out and slams into me.

  “Oh. Ben!” I scream.

  He growls, reaches up and grabs one of my breasts and his rhythm picks up. He is going at me hard and fast and before I know it I am coming all around him; I am seeing light bursts as I reach my climax. And he is soon behind me. He pulls out once more and hard back in and he folds himself over my body as he comes hot and hard inside of me, a new sensation for the both of us.

  His breathing is hard and rampant on my back. I am having a hard time catching my own breath. Ben lets out a soft hoarse laugh, “Tess… I… Oh my God. That was…”

  “I know.” I say in a breathy laugh.

  He starts to pull out and I want to stop him. I want to stay this close forever. I turn around as he pulls out and I notice that he still has a semi. I can’t help but be intrigued. When I stand, I feel him between my legs. This is definitely a new feeling and I am not complaining. Ben sees it and his cock twitches slightly. He eyes me.

  “What?” I ask coyly.

  He drops his head and looks through his eyelashes at me. He looks embarrassed! He gives me a shy, boyish smile and bites his lip. “You’re amazing, you know that? Just thank you.”

  Tess is in the shower and I am out in the kitchen making us a little snack to boost our energy after that intense session. I can’t believe she went on the pill for me. I wouldn’t dare to ever sleep with a woman without a condom, no fucking way. I wanted to know what it would feel like, you know, skin to skin, but I wasn’t going to ever risk it.

  One, I wasn’t ready to be a Dad; and two, I didn’t want to catch anything. I am sure if a woman is willing to go to bed with me moments after meeting me, she has done it many times in the past, just like me, and probably without protection. I am the one in control.

  But with Tess, this was different. I don’t have to worry.

  Man, I can’t believe she did this for me. And seeing her stand there with my cum on her, fuck, I twitched. That was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

  I decide to brew up some coffee, knowing how much she loves it. In fact I went to a specialty coffee house and bought a bunch of different kinds and flavored syrups. I also got some biscotti’s and picked up whipped cream and caramel to drizzle on the drinks… okay, and maybe on her.

  I hear her turn the shower off so I hit the brew button and I put out the treats and everything she could possible want to put in her coffee. I even picked out a mug for her… I hope this isn’t too much, I just can’t help it.

  I hear her feet padding along my hardwood floors. “Mmmm… it smells amazing in here.” Damn… she is wearing one on my T-shirts and a pair of my boxer briefs. She could wear anything and still look stunning.

  Her mouth drops open.

  “Did you get all of this for me?”

  I shrug. “I know how much you enjoy your coffee.”

  Her arms go around my waist. “Thank you, Ben. I love it.”

  I kiss her forehead and pour her a mug.

  “Did you pick this out for me?”

  The mug I got for her is pink with a vintage camera on it, with a heart in the lens. It reads SMILE. I thought it
suited her. She sets the hot mug down and picks up the vanilla syrup and pours it in, adds a little cream and stirs it slowly. How someone can make getting coffee look so sexy is beyond me, but damn…

  I grab my own cup and watch her work her magic. They say it’s the little things that make you fall in love with someone…

  She takes a sip of the drink and leaves a dollop of cream on her nose. I reach out to her, and put my hand on her cheek, using my thumb I wipe it and lick it off.

  “Enjoying your coffee?”

  Her face lights up and she sighs. “Hmm… yes, thank you so much, Ben.”

  “You are very welcome, Punky. So are you ready for your interview on Monday?” I got her an interview at the magazine; my boss was very impressed with her shots from the Maroon 5 show… as he should be, and it only took as few small words to get her in.

  “I am! I am really excited and nervous.” She squirms in her seat.

  “Oh, you’ll nail it.” I assure her. “You have an amazing gift and deserve all the happiness you can get.”

  She stands up and comes over to me and lightly kisses me, wrapping her arms around my neck and playing with the short hairs at the nape of my neck. It sends chills down my whole body.

  She grabs my hand and her coffee mug and we walk to my black sofa. I sit and she climbs into my lap, just snuggles right in.

  This is it. I am home.

  Nothing beats just cuddling up with Ben. He is warm and solid and extremely comforting. His hand rubs up and down my leg and he breathes in my hair, my mind drifts to that dream I had a while ago. I chuckle and hide my face, so he doesn’t see me blush.

  “What? What’s got you laughing now?” Ben asks me with a smile. He pulls my face up to study mine.

  “Um… nothing…”

  “Bull! Look at you! You’re pink and embarrassed! I want to know, tell me or I will tickle you!”

  Before I can even say anything, his hands are on my ribs, poking and tickling. I squirm and gasp for air. “OK! OK! I’ll tell you!”

  “Good. Carry on.”

  “Okay, the reason I was blushing is… I was remembering a dream I had not long ago.”

  “A dream about moi, perhaps?” He winks and sounds so sure of himself. Cocky bastard…

  “Ugh, Yes.” I sit up. “Yes, I, Tess Martin, had a dirty dream about you.”

  Now he is really interested, straightening his back and focusing purely on me alone. “What was I doing in this dream?”

  I hide my face in my hands. “You were playing bass for a crowd. Then the crowd was gone and it was just you and me. But at some point you were naked and your bass was the only thing on you.”

  He has a sideways smile. Oh, yeah he is intrigued. “You and I… well… and it was hot. You and me on a stage, but we were alone. Private.”

  “And…? That can’t be all that happened to make you blush like you are.”

  “No. No, it wasn’t. But I am not going to tell you the rest. I just can’t.” As I am finishing my plea, he raises his hands like he’s about to tickle me some more.

  Crap! No!

  I blurt it out. “You said you loved me.”

  The tickling ceases immediately.

  I am too afraid to look at him, too afraid to see the shock and horror on his face. I should have kept my mouth shut. I knew opening up to him or anyone was a bad idea. Now I have just opened a world of pain for myself.

  He pulls away…

  Yup, here we go…

  He runs his hands through his hair. He licks his lips and he is thinking about what to say. I can’t help but pull my knees up to my chest and hug them as tight as I can. I tuck my face into the tops of my knees and I have to bite my lip to stifle the crying that is starting. I don’t want to cry, not in front of him, not while he is about to break my heart.

  He lets out a stressed sigh and stands. Then he crouches in front of me. He then places his hands on my arms and tries to pull them away from my legs. I fight at first but then let go. Why put off the inevitable, right?

  His voice is soft and gentle. “Hey, what have I told you about hiding from me, huh?”

  I finally gain the courage to look into his eyes. They are not angry or stressed at all. “That’s better, now can we do something about those tears?” He wipes the wetness from my cheeks, then holds my face in his hands. “Why are you crying, Tess?”

  I take in a soft breath. “Because you’re going to cut it off with me, because you’re thinking this is too much too soon. You don’t do love.”

  “Why would you assume that?”

  “Because Ben, you have had your heart broken in one of the worst ways possible and had so many women.”

  Ben grabs my ankles so my legs drop from my chest, holding my hands “That’s where you are dead wrong, Tess.” He kisses my damp cheeks.

  “I…” He kisses my forehead

  “Love.” He kisses the corner of my mouth.

  “You.”

  I lose it. I start sobbing, but only because I am so happy. Now he looks really freaked out. “What? Why are you upset?”

  “I’m not upset. I am overwhelmed with joy. I love you too, Ben.”

  His lips are on mine faster than the speed of light. No, I am pretty sure the devil himself couldn’t stand this heat.

  Ben pulls away. “I want to hear more about this dream of yours.” He gives me that panty-dropping smile and I pull him back to me.

  Ben had just dropped me off at my apartment. It’s late morning and I am still on cloud nine and my head is spinning from everything that has happened in the last twenty-four hours.

  I am so full of emotion and energy, I need to get it out and express it. I need music, more coffee, and my paints.

  Unfortunately I need to go to work. Damn it.

  I grab a shower and I am off to the coffee house.

  I still get weird stares from my coworkers. Which reminds me of Dave, and that is something I don’t ever want to be reminded of anymore. I don’t know why I continue on working here. Sure, I get to drink all the coffee I can get, but is that enough to continuously keep torturing myself?

  I am about halfway through my shift when a girl I work with named Jen approaches me. “Hey,” she says, “so did you hear about Dave’s sentence?”

  I cringe. “No. No, I haven’t.”

  She shrugs. “Oh, well, they are locking him up for five years. I just thought that you would like to know, ya know to calm your nerves, you always seem so jumpy.”

  I didn’t think anyone was taking notice of my nervous jumping, whenever I hear a loud crash or someone yelling abruptly. “Uh, have you seen how much coffee I drink in a shift? I bet you’d be a little jumpy too.”

  She laughs. “True.” And she is off to help another hipster customer.

  I pull out my cell, needing to hear Ben’s voice. “Hey baby,” he answers. God, I love his accent. “Tess? Are you all right? Did you make it to work alright?”

  “Yes. I am OK. Well, as OK as I can get with everyone bringing up Dave in this place.”

  He lets out a deep growl; obviously, this is also a tough topic for him too. “Why do you put up with it? Why don’t you just quit? It’s not worth the pain, baby.”

  “But I need to work, Ben. The job market isn’t exactly the best right now and I have an apartment and bills to pay for, along with school.”

  “You have the interview at Tones tomorrow, you will blow them out of the water, and then you will be working at a place where your talent can be praised and showcased.” His voice is full of pride.

  “I am nervous that I won’t get it, whatever it is that they will offer me. What if your boss only wants an intern? I would still need a job.”

  Jen hollers over to me to give her a hand. “Hey, Ben I gotta get going, or Jen is going have a stroke.”

  I hear a deep chest laugh on the other end. “OK, baby, I’ll see you soon. I love you.” And my heart skips a beat and I get a total head rush from his words.

  “I love you too.�
�� Then I hang up my phone, shove it in my pocket. I rush back to the counter trying to avoid eye contact with anyone, because everyone reminds me of Dave.

  “Tess, can you get the counter, while I run to the back for more beans?” Jen asks while passing me.

  “Sure, why not?” When I get to the counter, I log in my employee number into the register. “Hey, what can I…”

  “Hi.” Ben is full of smiles in front of me.

  “Hi yourself.”

  He tucks his hands into his dark washed jean pockets and leans in. “Wanna get out of here?” He asks so casually.

  “Um, I’m working.”

  “You said it yourself, you’re not happy here and it’s not worth the constant reminder of…” His voice trails off.

  I draw in the corner of my lip, contemplating actually walking out. Can I do that? Should I? I look around the shop and it’s not very busy, and I really think about it. It really isn’t worth it, but it’s not my style to be that irresponsible.

  “I do, but I can’t just walk out of here Ben.” I pull him to the side. “Tones isn’t a definite. I don’t have financial reliability like you do Ben, I don’t know how you can afford your penthouse, car and bike just from working at the magazine. You talk about being independent, but I know your Dad has money is that how?”

  Ben studies me for a moment, “No, I don’t get it from my Dad and why is this such an issue? I am looking out for you, I am getting you your dream job, which pays pretty damn good I must say.”

  “Because you are too sure. You assume I will get it and that I should just walk away from the only avenue I have for making a living.” I can’t help but get heated about the topic, probably because he has never had to struggle a day in his life. He doesn’t get it.

  He steps in closer, “I know…”

  “No, you don’t know. I am just starting out and on my own, no help. I am trying to stand on my own two feet.”

  “OK, I got it.” He snips, “I just want you to be happy.”

  “I know that, but I need to be able to do this for myself. My whole life was a struggle, I grew up in apartments and even a couple trailer parks… you grew up in a house and never had to ask for a thing.”