by Ally Sky
23:24
Tom surprised me and was waiting for me outside
Sorry for not saying goodbye properly.
See you tomorrow at home.
He’ll never suspect.
23:25
Look after yourself. See you at home. Good night. x
After taking a long bath, I climb into bed and curl beneath the covers. It’s five minutes past midnight already.
How much longer is he planning on letting me wait?
Finally, I hear the door at the end of the hall open and recognize the familiar, slow strides. I turn on my side and smile. Ben comes into the room with a huge smile.
“Did you get rid of everyone?” I tease him.
“It wasn’t easy,” he admits with a grin, pulling on his bow tie. He unties it and then opens the first button on his shirt.
“Here, let me do that.” I get off the bed and stand in front of him, totally naked. He looks at me in surprise.
I undo his tuxedo button and pull the jacket back, leaning against him.
He buries his head in my hair.
“You smell so good.” I put his black jacket on the chair behind him and undo the buttons of his shirt one by one.
Slowly.
I’m in no hurry.
His chest starts heaving and I can feel his heart pounding.
I look up and smile at him, at his beautiful face, which I’m addicted to. I pull his shirt out of his pants.
“Cuff links,” I whisper, and he lifts both hands so that I can open the cuff links and put them on the writing desk. And then I pull his shirt and cling to him, until his arms slide out of the white sleeves. His smooth, golden chest is in front of me and I kiss it slowly. Ben groans.
Then I undo the button of his pants and bend down so that my ass sticks out tantalizingly.
“You’re killing me,” he groans and I smile to myself.
“Shoes,” I order. He lifts his foot and I pull off his shoe and remove his sock. I do the same with the other one.
I pull down his pants and underpants, bending all the way down to the floor. His erection springs out, right in front of my face. I stare up at him longingly and he looks down at me with scorching eyes. I look again at his big erection, wrap my mouth around it, and suck on it.
“Talia...” he moans.
His voice spurs me on.
I sit up on my knees and put him in my mouth again, sucking on him passionately. My tongue strokes him in intoxicating circles, moving to the tip, while covering my teeth with my lips.
Ben looks down at me and runs his fingers through my hair, which I had let loose in the bath, dictating the rhythm. In and out, sucking and stroking. My hand joins my mouth and I slide it over his erection each time my mouth leaves a space.
“Talia, I’m close…” he whispers.
But I don’t stop. I want to feel him. I want to give him everything.
His head goes back. His hands are in my hair, grasping my head and I take him in my mouth as deep as I can go, in and out. His moans get louder.
God, this is exciting. I’m so aroused from the pleasure I’m giving him.
He thrusts himself inside my mouth one last time and comes loudly, my name on his lips. A salty taste hits the back of my throat. I swallow every drop, then look up and meet his shiny, green eyes, which glow in amazement. His chest is heaving and he’s trying to catch his breath.
He reaches out to me. I stand up in front of him and he pushes me down on my back on the large bed and lies down next to me.
I’m extremely turned on. He leans into me and kisses me ardently. Without waiting, he puts his hand between my legs, pushing his finger into me, my back arches as I release a loud moan.
“I want to hear you,” he whispers into my ear and pulls out his finger. I groan as he pushes in again, finds the wonderful spot in my vagina, and massages it. I stretch my legs out to their fullest and squirm under his skilled finger, which is sending lightning bolts through my body. My nipples are hard as he kisses my lips and continues massaging rhythmically.
I’m so close, so quickly. What does this man do to me?
I moan loudly, at the intoxicating feeling building between my legs. His other hand finds my clitoris and his thumb massages it, applying the exact amount of pressure. He’s on me and inside of me and the feeling is amazing. My body is addicted.
“Scream...” he whispers in my ear, and I come, screaming, arching my back, shattering into a million pieces.
We’re lying in bed, facing each other. Ben’s hand is stroking my cheek, his finger moving over my lips.
“Your mouth…” he mumbles in a rumbling voice that gives me goosebumps.
“That was…exciting,” I grin. It was exciting. And I loved every second of it.
“Yeah.” He’s staring at my lips.
I caress his arms and move my fingers over his now-familiar tattoo.
“I still can’t believe you tattooed your mother’s name on your arm.”
He laughs sweetly. “What can I say, I’m a mummy’s boy.”
“Really?”
“Apparently. Youngest child and all that,” he replies, lifting his eyes to mine. I love the way he looks at me.
“Where are your parents staying?”
“At The Cumberland. My mum likes it there.”
“Do you tell her everything?” I ask. I love these conversations of ours.
“My mum? Yes, almost everything.”
“Almost?” I continue looking at him.
“There are certain things she doesn’t need to know.”
“For example, about me,” I whisper.
“Yes, she doesn’t need to know about you.” His hand is in my hair and he twirls a curl around his finger.
“Does she know about Jenny?” I allow myself to mention her name, not quite sure what response I’ll get.
“She got it out of me in a matter of seconds.” His gaze is focused on his finger playing with my hair. He doesn’t look at me. But he’s talking—about her.
“What did she do?” I’m still whispering.
“Showed up here.”
“Really?” I’m unable to hide my surprise. She just left everything and came here?
“Yes, she could hear something wrong in my voice over the phone,” he says, his voice starting to shake.
“So what did she do?”
“She was here for me.”
“That’s it?”
“What else could she have done? That’s all I needed—for her to listen to me.” He’s still speaking softly, but he’s talking to me. He’s finally sharing. And I’m silent, unwilling to disturb his thoughts.
“It was…” He takes a deep breath and I can hear the pain in his voice, “shattering. I was helpless and angry. I was so angry…”
I can hardly imagine it. It sounds too terrible.
“I was confused. One minute I was going to be a dad, and the next, Jenny was packing a bag and leaving me…” He’s searching for the words, his voice unsteady. “Broken…”
Something shatters in me. I just want to comfort him. He’s still hurting, after all this time.
“You’re lucky.” I think how different our mothers are. His mother dropped everything and came to him, and my mother…
I try to push away the terrible choking feeling in my throat. This evening is too perfect for me to cry.
“Why?” He sees the pain in my eyes.
“Your mother was here for you. My mother and I will never have that kind of relationship.” I’m trying not to break down.
“It’s never too late.”
“In our case I’m not too sure that’s true.” I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath in an attempt to calm the damn choking feeling. Then I open them and look directly into Ben’s warm eyes.
“Why do you say that?” His hand hasn’t stopped caressing my cheek, which makes it even harder for me not to cry.
“Because she was never there for me.”
“Talia…”
he whispers.
“It’s not that bad. I’m used to it. It doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m not as angry about it as I used to be.”
“You used to be angry?”
“Once. I used to fight for her attention. I used to do crazy things just to let her know how much I needed her.”
“Your scars?” His voice is unsteady when he says the words.
My scars.
“Yes.”
“It didn’t help?”
“No, she never understood or she didn’t care. It was always about her image, what the neighbors would think, or hoping no one found out. Which, of course, only made me act out even more.”
“In the end you ran off to London.”
“I moved away from her. I gave up. At least I can count on Danny,” I murmur painfully.
“So do you two not speak?”
“Not really.”
“Maybe you should call her. She must be missing you.”
I roll my eyes and chuckle bitterly. “You can’t be further from the truth.”
“Talia, you must be wrong,” he says in disbelief.
“Believe me, I’m not. The distance does us good. This way she’s not busy worrying about what people will say. If we speak, she’ll just hurt me again.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. She’ll find a way.” I take a deep breath. My mother will always find a way.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, and his fingers caress my lips.
“I love it when you call me that,” I smile happily. Even if he constantly tells me this is all it is, it’s fine by me.
“You really are beautiful, even though you don’t see it.” He smiles, and I put my finger on his lips.
“Enough talking. Now kiss me.”
“What are you thinking about?” He smiles at me. We’re lying under a blanket; my head is on his chest and I can hear his heart beating.
“Actually, I’m thinking that with all your surprises, I don’t even have a toothbrush here or a change of clothing.”
“Let’s see,” he chuckles, “I’m sure that in a place like this it won’t be a problem to find you a toothbrush. Actually, I’m pretty sure there’s one in the glass next to the sink in the bathroom.” He continues, “And as for a change of clothing, I don’t think you’ll be needing clothes tonight…”
I look up at him. He seems carefree, unlike myself. Everything worries me.
“I love your surprises,” I whisper, looking straight into his eyes.
“I love surprising you.” He smiles warmly. “And stop worrying about everything, okay? We have fun together and that’s all that matters.”
I smile slightly. Yes, we have fun together. We have fun and enjoy ourselves and it’s exciting and thrilling, but is that all that really matters?
“Now let’s get some sleep.”
I open my eyes and turn to my side. Ben is sleeping next to me and I peek at the clock. It’s ten thirty in the morning. I don’t know if it’s due to all the alcohol we drank or to the late hour we went to sleep, but we slept in. I reach out with my finger and carefully move it over his gorgeous cheekbones. He turns on his side, facing me, and opens his eyes.
“Hi.” I smile.
“Hi. Did you sleep well?” he asks and I nod. I finally slept, no tossing and turning. I just listened to him breathing and fell asleep in his arms. The soft bed and sheets are so wonderful that I could fall asleep again, but I know I’ll have to say goodbye to him soon.
“What were you thinking of doing today?” He looks at me curiously. “I mean, before I seduced you into sleeping with me until noon.” He laughs.
“First of all, it’s not noon yet,” I laugh back. “And as for your question, I was planning on going to the park with my laptop and a book and leaving the house to my men.”
“Sounds like fun.” He smiles, as I continue staring into his eyes. “Can I come with you?”
“Come where?” I frown.
“To the park. My parents and brothers left this morning and I don’t have any special plans.”
He wants to come with me? To the park? Why? What happened to “it is what it is”?
“I won’t be such good company,” I utter. Why does he want to come with me?
“Come on, I have nothing planned. What time should I wait for you at the gate?”
Okay, is he serious? Because I’m starting to imagine things that will never happen.
“If you insist. But I’m warning you, I plan on reading and writing, so no ideas.”
“Sounds perfect. Now come to the shower.”
He gets up and I study his naked body. God help me, he’s so gorgeous. He picks up the phone and, without asking me, orders us breakfast.
“Are you coming?” He throws me a naughty smile.
“Yes.” I get out of bed and he lets me pass. I get in the shower first and turn on the water. The water pressure is strong and hot. He gets in and turns his back to me. I take the soap and lather his solid back, my fingers caressing his golden muscles. And then I cling to him and my hands go to his chest. It’s smooth and soft and feels wonderful under the water and the soap. I can feel every sculptured muscle as I let my hands slide all the way down his stomach. I love his stomach. My fingers slide down his thighs and he leans his head back. It’s intoxicating knowing just how pleasurable my touch is to him. My fingers climb toward his erection and I grasp it, slowly sliding my hand up and down. I can hear him breathing faster and I press against him, pushing my breasts into his back. My other hand moves over his thigh.
God, it’s such a turn-on. My heart races as I continue stroking his erection leisurely, increasing the pace and the pressure. He puts both hands on the wall in front of him and leans forward.
“You drive me mad,” he groans.
“And you love it,” I answer in a quiet, confident voice.
My hand moves over his entire length, circling it. I listen to his body’s reactions. His breathing becomes louder and he’s groaning unashamedly. A tingle goes up my thighs and my clit comes alive. I pick up the pace, concentrating on his thick length between my fingers, faster and faster, up and down, and then, suddenly, he spins around and turns me so my back is to him. I stretch out my hands and place them against the wall as he spreads my legs and plunges into me.
God!
I moan loudly. He pulls out slowly and then enters me again, deep and filling. I moan, throwing my head back with closed eyes. He grabs my hips with his hands and starts working up a stronger and faster pace, and I moan every time he slams into me.
“I could listen to you moaning all day,” he whispers in my ear, and his words set me free. His loud breathing in my ear excites me and I can sense how close he is. He slams in and out, more and more, his hands grasping my hips, pulling me to him. I stand on my toes like a ballerina, stretching my legs and he penetrates me deeply. I’m so close, I lean my head back on his shoulder as he thrusts into me. I come with a shout and he follows me, coming inside me, his hips stuttering.
My legs can’t hold me up and I lose my balance. He catches me when I fall and holds me, as I lean with my hands against the wall, trying to catch my breath. I am dizzy and weak. I haven’t eaten anything since noon yesterday. Jam and toast. My body is protesting, sending out clear signals. Luckily, Ben was here to catch me just before I fell.
We get out of the shower. I wrap my body in a large towel and my hair up in a smaller one. Ben dries himself off and wraps the towel around his waist, stealing unhappy looks my way.
I go into the room and a loud knock at the door startles me.
“That must be breakfast.” He goes to open the door and returns with a full food cart.
“You went a bit overboard.” I look at the cart in amazement.
“It’s an English breakfast.” He pushes the cart close to the bed, pulls out a chair, and sits next to it. We’re both still wrapped up in towels. I sit down on the bed. Ben takes the lid off a full plate: bacon, omelet, grilled tomatoes, and sausages. I can see
a basket of toast and croissants on the cart, butter and jams, fruit salad, juice, coffee, and tea.
“What happened in the shower?” he questions his eyes stare at my face.
“What are you talking about?” I feign innocence. I know exactly what happened, and it wasn’t the first time.
“After you came. When was the last time you ate anything?”
“Yesterday…”
“You almost fainted.” He’s angry.
“If I almost fainted, it was because of you,” I say saucily in a desperate attempt to change the direction of the conversation.
“I’d love to think that’s the case, but we both know it isn’t. Please don’t try and joke about it.”
“Are you going to ruin our entire day?” I complain.
“Talia, I’m serious, what would have happened if I wasn’t there?”
“I would have found myself on the floor and got myself up, hoping I didn’t break a tooth,” I answer cynically.
“Has this happened to you before? Fainting in the shower?” He seems shocked.
“Yes, and I’m not going to talk to you about it. One of the drawbacks of not being my boyfriend,” I protest. “Now, your food is getting cold.”
He glares at me.
“You’re lucky I’m starving.” He grabs a fork and sticks it into his omelet. “What are you eating?”
This pisses me off tremendously. We’ve done this before—at the restaurant. I know there’s no point in arguing with him, certainly not after what happened in the shower.
“What are you eating?” he repeats the question, staring at me seriously. I look at the cart, take the bowl of fruit salad, and stick a fork into a perfectly cut cube of orange.
Ben demolishes the omelet and takes big bites of the toast while I eat the fruit in total silence.
Ben finishes eating and wipes his mouth with the white serviette, which has a silver crocodile embroidered on it.
“Do you want coffee?” he notices the white pot on the cart.
“Um, I don’t want to insult anyone, but that isn’t coffee.” I try smiling unsuccessfully.
“So what would you like to drink?” he asks. The atmosphere between us is tense and there’s no point in pretending.
“I’ll buy a coffee at Pret a Manger on Oxford Street.”
