The stage is empty and the fans have cleared, when I hear a throat clear from the stage right. I looked up to find Ben slowly walking across the stage. “Why didn’t you come backstage right after the performance?”
I place my arms on the stage and rest my head on them. “Just thinking and enjoying the serenity of the empty venue. It’s calming and lets me clear my head.”
Looking up at him, I have an idea. “Stay right there.”
“What are you up to?”
I pull my camera up to my face and snap a shot. “You know… you look pretty fucking sexy up there on stage.” Ben’s body is the perfect distraction.
“Do I now?” Ben takes one step forward and I snap another photo. He chuckles and gives me that sexy smirk—oh, he is up to something himself now.
Stopping right in front of me, he starts to take off his shirt. Fuuuu…
“Oh, the look on your face, I am glad to see I can still make you blush especially after all the things I have done to your tight little body.”
I feel myself getting wet, by his words alone.
“Tease.” I snip out.
“Oh, come on. Let’s get out of here, so I can be alone with you.” He extends his hand.
Once I am up, I aim my camera. “One more… now Vogue!” And with my command he poses, full-on framing his face and tooching his butt out. I nearly pee my pants from laughing so hard.
He shakes his head and puts his arm around my shoulder, and we walk off the stage.
Back at Ben’s, we lounge on his black leather sofa with some wine and talk about the show.
He took the SD card out of my camera and clicked it into his flat screen, so we can see what shots I got.
“What are you doing?” I feel a little self-conscious. I don’t like people viewing my photos before I have a chance to filter through the crap shots and edit the good ones.
“I was backstage for most of the show, so I want to see what you got to see.”
He doesn’t say anything as the photos scroll by and that makes me uneasy.
“Why are you so quiet?” I have to ask, before I bite all of my fingernails off. “You are freaking me out!”
“Hey, why are you freaking out on me? I am enjoying the photos, trying to see what you see. You have a great eye, like this one …” He stops on a photo of the band leaning in while Ben is asking their questions; they are completely into the conversation. “You can see that they are a true band who cares, just by looking at their body language you have captured your passion. I remember asking them the question about their world crew members and how they feel about them, they were all over it. They care so much for their fans and crew; you got that in a single shot.”
He stops on the next photo. “And this one…” He takes my hand and urges me to look at the screen. “In this one, you have captured a photo of a man who is looking at his stunning girlfriend, completely and overwhelmingly in love with her.”
My face warming with a light pink of a blush at his words, “I see that look every day. I love you, Ben.”
That’s all it takes and he is on me hard and fast. His hands are on both sides of my face. I put my hands on the front of his chest and slowly move them downward to his ribs and to this waist. His kisses are now traveling down my neck and I go to lift the hem of his simple black T-shirt when I feel the phone in his pocket buzz.
He pulls the device out and sets in out the coffee table, then returns to his very pleasant acts on my body. I slowly pull his shirt off and I lean down to kiss his chest when the phone buzzes again.
What the hell?
Ben equally annoyed, rolls his eyes, and tells me to ignore it. Too turned on to care any further, I reach for his belt buckle, but he removes my shirt before I have a chance to finish.
He licks a light trail between my breasts and nips at the top of my small cleavage. I fumble with his pants button when, once again, his phone buzzes. I throw my hands up in frustration, “Are you going to see who is texting you?”
Groaning, Ben reaches over, looks at the display, and makes a tense face. He turns off the phone. “There, that’s the end of that.” He smirks at me, “Now, where were we?”
“Who was it? Why won’t you just tell me?”
“It was nobody, wrong number. What do you say we take this to the shower? I reek of cigarettes and beer.” He finishes removing his jeans and backs toward the hall.
I pick up my glass of wine. “Sure, let me finish this real quick.”
Smirking he drops his pants, turns and slips his boxers off, leaving me with the view of his hot tight ass walking away. I take in the last gulp of my wine and look at his phone. I have to wonder who was being so persistent. And if it was a wrong number, then why did he get tense.
Tapping at my empty glass, I debate what to do. Should I look? The wine is definitely not helping with my rational thinking capabilities right now.
I hear the shower start.
I shake my head and I rush to Ben, hot, steamy and wet.
Later, we lay out on his bed, him running his fingertips up and down my spine with a feather-light touch as I lay my naked chest on his side, with one leg over his.
It’s late in the night and I am not even tired. I look to the clock and I see that it’s past midnight. It is officially Saturday.
His birthday.
Before he came to get me for the show last night, I managed to pack up the drawing. I dash out to the living room to fetch it.
“Hey!” Ben yells. “Where are you going? Get that ass back in this bed immediately!”
“Oh, don’t get your panties in a bunch, I am coming!”
Ben is sitting up in his bed, with his sheets barely covering his package. I stop in the doorway to stare, with the drawing behind my back.
“What do you have there, Punky?”
I walk over slowly and hand it out. “Happy Birthday.”
“How… how did you know it was my birthday?” He asks, stumped.
“Your sister spilled in a text the other day. Why didn’t you tell me your birthday was coming up?”
He shrugs. “I guess I don’t see it as a big deal.”
“It is a big deal, to me anyways. I want to celebrate the day you were born… it is when fate brought you into this world… for me.”
His features relax. “So what do we have here?” He unties the blue ribbon and slowly opens the scroll.
His eyes widen.
“Oh Tess.” His voice is low, and his eyes don’t leave the paper.
My fingers mess with the edge of the sheet. “What do you think?”
I notice a shift in the sheet and when I look he is getting hard. He looks up from the paper with a hooded glare and he runs his thumb over his bottom lip and darts his tongue out to lick it. My thighs tighten.
“I take it you like it?”
He pulls the sheet away, allowing his erection to spring free. Yup, he likes it.
“I love it. Is this what you were doing when you sent me that sexy photo?”
“Yes.”
“Hmmm… Well, it’s stunning like you, and bloody sexy as hell.” He sets it on the nightstand and I take that opportunity to straddle his lap.
I waste no time and guide him into me. I am so wound up from my nerves of giving him the nude piece of myself I need a good release, and judging by the look on his face he doesn’t seem to mind.
His mouth finds my right nipple right off the bat. He knows how much I love it when he plays with them. He twirls his tongue around the outside and takes in into his mouth and sucks on it. His hand finds the left and lightly pinches it.
I am building and fast. I begin to grind harder on his hard cock, rocking back and forth. He lets out a growl and pumps his hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. He doesn’t take his hands off my chest or his eyes off of mine.
“Come with me.” I tell him.
“Oh, I am with you, babe.”
I sit up and push my breasts into his hands and I raise myself up and come down on
him with force, making me come hard. And as he promises, he comes with me with just as much intensity.
Groaning he pulls me down to him and runs his hands through my hair. “This is by far the best birthday of my life.”
“I am glad. I love you.”
“God, I love you too. Now to get a frame and hang this beauty.” He says as he picks the paper back up from the side table.
I feel my eyes widening, “Hang it?”
Ben laughs at my shock. “Don’t worry, I will hang it in here. No one comes in this room but you and me.”
Toward the end of the Sick Puppies show, I feel the phone buzz in my pocket. I look down at the screen to see who is calling and I instantly pick up. “Hey man!”
“Hey, so I have some news for you.” It’s my best friend Dan.
“So I am going to be in Seattle in a couple of days. Please tell me you can hang out with your old good friend.”
I smile. “Of course, man! Dude, you can finally meet Tess.”
“Awesome, I can’t wait! I just really fucking hope I don’t run into Jackie.”
“You and me both…” I slip in under my breath.
“So how are things going with her?”
“Tess?”
“Um, yeah, who else?” He laughs.
“We are just wrapping up a show together right now. I’m pretty confident the big boss man will hire her on full time after he sees her shots.”
“That all sounds great, dude! So in a way we will all be co-workers.”
Dan has a point. I just wish he was able to work this end of the country for Tones, but at least he still has to come out here every six months for the big meetings. I am surprised he hasn’t settled down yet; he was always the kind of guy who wanted to fall in love and get married. Then again after Jackie’s shit I don’t blame him at all. Well, he is still young like me.
“Aren’t you at least a little leery about Andrews? You and I both know about his wandering hands with the girls.” Dan asks.
“I have it taken care of.”
“Alright then. Hey, if I don’t get a chance to call you tomorrow, Happy Birthday, man.”
Dan always did something stupid for me on my birthdays when we were teenagers and before he moved. The year I turned eighteen he took me bungee-jumping… except he blindfolded me, drove us there and kept me blindfolded. When I started to freak out when I felt someone strap things around my nutsack, he just held his hand on my back.
He finally took off the blindfold… right before he pushed me off the bridge, which scared me shitless until I realized that the nut wrapping was my harness. When I snapped back up the first time, I screamed, “You mother fuuu …” But he missed the fucker part because I was plunging towards the river below. When I was released and reunited with my so-called best friend I punched him so hard in his sack that I wouldn’t be surprised if can no longer have kids.
But I loved it! Each year after that it was something crazy. But I made him promise no more blind folds, and I am glad I gave that rule, especially the year he took me to get tattooed!
The birthday just after my breakup and end of engagement with Nicole was one of the most memorable…
“Dan, I am really not in the mood for whatever surprise or adrenaline rush you have planned.” Dan has been on my case for the last week trying to get me out of the apartment. The wound is still fresh from finding out about Nicole.
“Oh, come on! It’s your twenty-first birthday! We have to do something epic! You need to get over that two-time back-stabbing bitch.”
Sitting in my chair in my shithole of an apartment, I look around. I have been living in my sweats and drinking beer. Yeah, Nicole ripped my heart to shreds we were supposed to get married for fuck’s sake! When I walked in on her with our Western Civilization professor I thought about messing something or someone up. So that’s what I did. I went out with my fake ID, got drunk, and smashed a few skulls. I still have the marks on my knuckles.
“You have to get out of this place. Meet a new girl, fucking rebound! That’s the normal thing to do! Just get out of here! I’ll take you to do whatever you want.” Dan pleads.
His offer shocks the shit out of me. He makes me look him right in the eye, which I have been avoiding since that day. I couldn’t stand to see the pity in anyone’s eyes, so, I stopped making eye contact. Ignorance is bliss right?
“Take me to the tattoo parlor.”
I notice Dan’s eyes widen.
“A tattoo, huh? That would be something new to do on your day. You need to put some real pants on, though.” He laughs.
I chug the rest of my beer down and change clothes. What am I going to get? My other tattoos hold strong meaning to me, such as my stone angel for my mum.
Guess we’ll wait to find out…
Dan is flipping through the tattoo flash that is covering nearly every wall space available. Me, I am sitting on the couch flipping through a tattoo magazine.
It’s funny how I find these tattooed women to be so fucking sexy and fuckable, and yet I settled for a preppy sweater-wearing cheating whore. Why do they say tattooed people are the bad influence?
“Hey man, what about this dragon? It’s badass!” Dan points to a traditional Japanese dragon flash piece.
“Not my thing, dude.”
“Fine. Do you see any inspiration in that magazine?”
I smirk and hold up the page of a nearly naked blonde tattooed from head to toe.
“Her.” I tell him.
“That’s better!” Dan laughs.
The tattoo artist steps out and calls for me.
“So what’ll it be?” He asks.
Thinking this over once more, I tell him, “A strand of pearls that’s broken and fallen apart.”
“Any color?” he asks.
“No, black and gray like the rest.”
After the tattoo is done, I see Dan talking up the counter girl. “Hey! Let me see!”
I lift my shirt to reveal the strand on my ribcage, under my armpit.
He crunches his brows. “You got pearls?”
Tugging my black T-shirt back down, I roll my eyes. “Yes, I did. Nicole loved them and all of her sisters wore them, a sort of tradition. Well, one anniversary I bought her a pearl necklace and granted it wasn’t of the best quality, because I was lacking funds. She pretended to be over the moon about it. But I could tell her disappointment. One day when I went to pick her up for a date I asked why she wasn’t wearing the necklace, she told me it had broken… that was when she started sleeping with other men. Nicole was always about materialistic things, so when I gave her something of less quality, she went to the men who could.”
Putting his hand on my shoulder, Dan tells me, “I am proud of you man.”
I just bow my head and ask to go to a bar.
Maybe one day I will get a tattoo that doesn’t represent loss or heartbreak, one that symbolizes hope and happiness.
I e-mailed Mr. Andrews my photos from the concert last night so this morning we can go over them in his office. I am nervous as hell and I hope he approves. If he doesn’t, I will be looking for a new coffee shop to work at.
Ben calls me to give me a pep talk. “Just get some coffee and relax.”
I giggle at his suggestion. “Coffee, huh?”
Ben lets out a long laugh. “Too bad I’m not there to enjoy some coffee with you…”
I sigh out a moan as I clasp my bra. “I could really use some coffee…”
“It’s always about coffee with you huh? What are you doing right now?”
“Getting dressed. I just got out of the shower.”
I can practically hear the gears turning in his head. “Well, don’t. At least not yet.”
“But I need to get ready for the meeting.”
“No, you need to get naked and talk to me. And do what I tell you.”
I smile and feel the heat rush between my legs. “Ben… are you asking me to have phone sex with you?”
“Yes.”
> “I don’t know how.”
“Just talk to me, baby. I will tell you what I want you to do and you and tell me what to do, or what you would like to do to me.”
I can feel my cheeks heating up, but I am extremely turned on. “Okay.”
“For starters, I want you to remove all of the clothing you managed to put on. Imagine my fingertips sliding over your skin to unclasp your bra… are you thinking about me?”
“I am.”
“I am reaching around from behind you and I cup your breasts. I tease and pull at your nipples.”
I do what he says.
“I am arching my back to press my chest into your hands,” I say. “I love it when you play with my nipples. I could come just from that touch alone.”
Ben lets out a moan. “I need you to touch me.”
“I am reaching behind me to feel your hard cock. You are hard and ready for me, aren’t you?” I can’t believe I am saying these things.
“That’s right, baby, now turn around and reach into my pants. I need to feel your hand on my dick. You need to know that I am hard only for you.”
“Your skin is so hot and velvety. I unzip your pants and I slide them down. I get on my knees and I lick your tip.”
I hear a growl on the other end of the phone, which only encourages me.
“I wrap my mouth around your hard cock and take you deep in my mouth. I start to work up and down your shaft. Do you feel yourself in my mouth, Ben?”
“Fuck, Tess, I am loving your dirty mouth right now. If you don’t stop I am going to come.”
Yep, this is by far one of the hottest moments with Ben. “Ben, are you touching yourself?”
He left out a gasp. “How can I not, when you are talking to me like this? I want you to do what I tell you, do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good, I want you to get up off of your knees. I am going to lie down and I want you to straddle my face.”
Whoa.
“I use my tongue to enter your folds to find that you are wet and ready for me to eat you out. I need to lick you. I need to taste you. Can you feel me, Tess?”
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