Ballad:Rockstar 05(26)

"Fuck, you're so wet, honey. Is that how much you want me, Nicole? Is  that how much you need me?" he asks, as if seeking his own reassurances.

"Yes, Ben. Please-" I trail off as he pushes a finger inside. "Holy  Hannah," I mutter aloud and Ben chuckles. The push and pull of his  finger inside me creates a glorious friction and before long I'm a  writhing mess. Ben adds a second finger and I moan long and loud.

"There you go, honey. Let me hear your pleasure."

I have no choice anymore. My body is his instrument and he is its  master. He plays my body just as deftly as he plays the chords on his  guitar, taking me higher and higher then stopping so I come back down.  After the third time I slap him and he laughs.

"So greedy. Do you want to come, honey?" he whispers against my ear before biting the lobe.

I moan out a "Yes," and he gives me what I need, working his fingers  faster and pressing the heel of his hand against my clit. When he  presses harder, I cry out, pleasure so intense bright lights and stars  form behind my eyes, my body stiffening and shuddering in release.

He removes his fingers and I'm still coming. He replaces them with his  cock. I can't even form a thought, the orgasm so fierce it stole my  breath.

He pushes his cock inside me, slowly, and I gasp. I meet his gaze,  holding it steady as he joins us together. I know when he discovers my  virginity, his brows furrow, and his mouth opens. I don't want him to  yell. I don't want him to say no. This is perfect and I want this, so I  hold his hips in my hands and lift my hips, forcing his penis through  the fragile barrier that hurts like a motherfucker, much more than I  imagined. I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out in pain when Ben  lets out a groan of pleasure.

His forehead drops to mine when he's fully seated inside me, the pain slowly diminishing, but the burn-that's still there.

"You should have told me," he says through clenched teeth.

"When would I have done that? When you were fucking other women or when you were denying what was between us?" I ask.

"Touche, but there was time now, before-" He groans aloud when I wiggle my hips, trying to adjust to his size.

"God, don't move. Not yet. You're so tight and wet. As if that's not  enough," he breathes with a strained chuckle, "knowing that I was your  first, that you gave me that, I could come from that alone." He's  breathing so hard and I love that he's getting pleasure from my body.

After a few minutes, Ben slowly pulls his hips back, watching my reaction, before pushing back in.

"Am I hurting you?" he asks.

I shake my head. "Not so much anymore. It's more of a burn-oh!" I cry out when he hits a magical spot inside me.

"Right there?" he asks, hitting that spot again, bringing forth a moan,  and then he smiles. "Oh yeah, right there. I'm going to make you come  again, Coley. I want to feel you tighten around my dick as you come."

"Holy Hannah."

He chuckles. "What?"

"You're so good at the dirty talk. I never thought that'd turn me on," I admit.

"But it does."

"Uh-huh," I breathe as his hips begin moving faster, his penis touching  me deep, so deep. His mouth covers my nipple and he begins sucking it  into his mouth as he fucks me faster, harder.

"Mmm, honey, your moans are going to make me blow my load before I'm ready to. So fucking sexy," he pants against my chest.

"I can't-" I say to no one. I need something more. I lift my legs,  wrapping them around his waist, and pleasure engulfs me. "Oh my God,  Ben," I moan.

"Yeah, fuck, you feel so good, I can't-shit," he moans but he doesn't  give in to his pleasure, he pumps into me faster, harder, deeper until I  can't see, hear, feel, or smell anything but this man making my body  his.         

     



 

"Ben!" I scream as the first wave of pleasure rolls over me, then again  and again, his name a mantra. Then he curses long and low, his breath  catching, and I can feel him grow larger inside me.

"Nicole," he whispers and his body stiffens, his face contorting in pleasurable pain, and then he stills above me.

Wow. So that's what the big deal is. I definitely want to do that a lot-like a lot. I can't imagine Ben will object.

"I can hear you thinking. Tell me," he says against my neck.

"I just never knew, you know?"

He nods.

"And I want to do that a lot," I confess and I feel his smile against my neck.

"Good. So do I," he tells me.

"Ben?"

"Hmm?" he asks, lazily raising up on one elbow to look down at me.

"You know what you said before?"

"Which part? I said a whole lot of things."

I swallow back my fear and lay it out there. "When you said you were in love with me."

"I meant it, honey."

I nod. "I'm in love with you too," I tell him and his smile-I've only  seen that smile once before and that was the day on stage when he  admitted he wanted to be with me.

"Thank Christ," he whispers and kisses me gently. "I don't want to move, but we should check out the damage."

I wince as he pulls his softening penis from inside me. "Whaaa-" I say and he winces with me.

I lean back, looking up at the ceiling and I can feel his gaze on me. I blow out a breath. "Did I bleed?"

He nods. "Not too much, but I don't know what's normal for virgins."

"You say it like it's a disease."

He shakes his head with a smirk. "No. I just would have done things differently had I known."

I cup his face in my hands. "It was perfect. Every second of it."

"Yeah?" he asks.

I nod and sniffle. He taps his index finger against my nose.

"I love you, Nicole."

"Oh God," I say before my breath backs up in my lungs. Just hearing those words- "I love you, too, Ben."

"You know," he begins and I can hear the teasing tone, "you're a wild cat in the sack."

I snort. "I haven't even clawed up your back or anything yet."

"No, you haven't. I can only imagine how uninhibited you're going to get each time we fuck," he says with a wiggle of his brows.

I roll my eyes.

"Let's go shower, honey. Then we'll order room service since we missed  our reservation, and if you're not too sore, we'll do that a few more  times," he tells me as he carries me into the bathroom.

"Sounds like the perfect plan."





Chapter 16




Ben



Jesus. A virgin. And she gave me that gift. I shake my head as Nicole  sleeps soundly beside me. I shouldn't have taken her twice more last  night, or again this morning, but I couldn't help myself. I want to  imprint myself inside her body, her heart, and her mind.

It was only when her eyes began to droop after we made love the last  time, that I backed off and let her rest. Knowing Nicole, she'd have  kept going until she was fucking me in her sleep.

Knowing how it felt to be inside her, the way my heart felt when I was  inside her, was indescribable. It's so much more than I ever imagined it  to be. Now I get it, that connection between Jesse and Lucy. I just  never imagined loving someone with my entire body and it scares the fuck  out of me.

Coley murmurs in her sleep and I soothe her with my palm on her  forehead. Christ, she's hot, and I don't mean in a good way. This can't  be good.

"Nicole, honey?" I prod, trying to wake her up.

"Mmm, go 'way," she mutters and I chuckle.

"Come on, honey. Wake up a minute."

Her eyes blink as she gains focus. "Ugh," she says, kicking the blankets off. "Too hot."

"That's why I woke you. You have a fever, Coley," I tell her softly.

Her eyes close then slowly open, meeting mine. She nods.

"Is that normal?"

She shakes her head. "No." She lets out a sigh. "We need to call Dr. Donovan."

"I'll call him. Do you need help getting dressed?"

"No, love, but thank you."

I nod, then kiss her lips, lingering so she doesn't see the fear in my eyes.

I pull on my boxer briefs and jeans then wander into the living area to call the doc.

"Donovan."

"Hey, doc. It's Ben."

"What can I do for you, Ben?" he asks.

"I'm with Nicole and she's got a fever."

"Have you taken her temperature?"

"No. Just called you."

"What room are you in?" he asks.

"619."

"I'll be right there."

He clicks off and I have a feeling this isn't going to be good. Not good at all.         

     



 



"Is this the first you've noticed an elevated temperature?" Dr. Donovan asks Nicole.

She nods.

"Okay. Let's take a look, shall we?" he asks, then puts a thermometer in  Nicole's ear for a few seconds before it beeps. He looks at the number,  his expression doesn't change. He grabs another thermometer and this  one he runs along Coley's forehead. Again, he looks at the number, and  again his expression stays the same. I bet he's a champ at poker.

Finally, he puts one under her tongue.