Private Show (The Private Series) (7 page)

“What’s going on now?” Ben asks his family and by the sound of his tone this is an average thing. I look to Caroline and she is nearly in tears; Gwen seems irritated and annoyed; and Jack—well, this is the first time I have seen him angry. He is trying to cover it up, though.

“We will discuss it at a more appropriate time.” Jack spits out. And I am thrown by his tone with Ben. What was going on?

Ben isn’t having it, though. “No, I want to know why Caroline is in tears.”

I have the urge to go stand next to Caroline. It’s odd, but I just feel like I need to be close to her right now, maybe to comfort her? I half hug the young beauty. Ben looks to me and smiles a grateful smile.

“So? What’s the deal this time, Dad? What did she do now to disappoint you?”

“This is not the time or place, son.”

Caroline wipes her eyes and speaks up. “I just got an e-mail form the fashion program that I was accepted into this summer. Turns out they have a winter opening and it would be with the lead designer.”

“That’s amazing, sis! You have to be thrilled… why are you so upset?” He turns to their father. “What? What is wrong now?”

“New York City is no place for a fifteen-year-old girl. I told you how I felt about the summer program, Caroline, and now you expect me to pull you out of school to be a gofer?”

“Jack!” Gwen snips.

Jack lowers his voice and leans into his girlfriend, “She just isn’t ready yet.”

“But her psychologist, said she has made great progress.” She returns softly. Jack gives her a look of
not now
.

I am stunned by his aggressiveness, but also his concern.

“Dad, I have told you, it’s for school and I would live in school housing there. I wouldn’t be the only teenager.”

“We will talk more about this later, Caroline.” And that was that.

On the way back to Ben’s place he can’t keep his hands off my legs. He leisurely trails his full palm up and down the inside of my thigh, then switching to a light touch in the same motion, leaving me completely mad. The drive feels like it is taking forever.

He makes his turn into the underground parking garage of his building, kills the engine, and turns to me. He has a serene smile on his face. “What are you thinking about?” He asks, and frankly throwing me off.

“You.”

He lets out a soft sigh and I can see the wheels in his head turning. “Ready?” He nods his head in the direction on the silver elevators.

“More than you know.”

Inside, he grabs a bottle of my favorite wine and two glasses and saunters back to me. He runs the back of his knuckles over my temporary tattoo of the British flag on my upper arm and begins circling it.

“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.