Her desire was almost too much, and she reached down between her legs, rubbing her swollen nub to help to alleviate her desire; she knew she needed to come.
“ No, no,” Ben whispered, “No touching yourself.”
“ Ben, please,” she whimpered.
“ No, I want you to come while we’re fucking.”
“ I need to come now!”
Ben slid his hand down her body and ran his fingers between her outer lips.
“ Oh, baby, you are so wet,” he groaned, pulling his hand back and licking his fingers.
Sometimes Ben was so damn hot.
He reached down and began stroking himself. “You want me to give you what you want?” he asked softly.
“ Yes!”
“ How bad do you want it?”
“ Ben!”
“ How bad?”
“ I’m desperate!”
“ Argh!”
Ben shoved her back down and in one swift movement, pushed himself deep inside her.
Chloe cried out, arching her back as she felt Ben move deep within her. Ben slid back out, making sure that Chloe felt all of him, as he possessed her again before slowly dragging himself out once more.
Chloe rocked her hips to Ben, rising to meet every thrust. The bed squeaked and the headboard angrily knocked against the wall.
Chloe didn’t care.
Ben pounded into her with an almost animalistic urgency. It was as if he was trying to remind Chloe that she was his.
“ Ben!” Chloe gasped as the headboard banged loudly. Usually it made a slight noise, but this time it was hammering against the wall.
Ben only grunted, continuing to drive into her. Chloe couldn’t think any more of the neighbors and she slid her hand down to her clit, rubbing herself. Ben was too busy pounding into her that he didn’t notice her touching herself. Chloe felt herself climb higher and higher, she was on the brink - and then she was falling.
“ Argh!” she cried out as she shook violently under Ben, her insides clenching around him.
Ben cried out loudly, slamming into her one final time, before he twitched and quickly pulled out, spurting his hot semen all over her belly. Even though Chloe was on birth control, Ben never came inside of her; he was too afraid of the off chance of getting pregnant.
After they both had stilled, they lay together on the bed, a tangled mass of limbs.
Chloe absolutely loved having sex with Ben, and she enjoyed it, but for some reason this time she felt that something was slightly amiss.
“ You’re amazing,” Ben whispered, spooning her naked body.
“ You’re not mad?” she couldn’t help asking, knowing she sounded pathetic. This was her career; she had nothing to apologize for.
“ I don’t like it, but no, I’m not mad.”
Chloe relaxed. She snuggled back into Ben and fell asleep, feeling grateful for everything she had.
***
The next two weeks flew by and Chloe found herself getting into character. The group was really getting along and the storylines were starting to blossom. It was hard having Edward stand in as the professor, and the actors were desperate for their last cast mate to join the production.
One morning, Jae-Jae had offered to meet Chloe for an early coffee before rehearsal. She had rushed out of the apartment, kissing Ben quickly as she dashed towards the subway.
Twenty minutes later she burst into the tiny Starbucks and saw Jae-Jae waiting for her, shimming between the two seats he was saving. His face lit up when he saw her and he reached out to hug Chloe.
Jae-Jae, who was formerly known as Jeffrey Jackson, had adopted his nickname when he moved to New York. He refused to spell it JJ, arguing that two initials were much too masculine.
“ You look great!” Jae-Jae gushed, checking out Chloe’s harem pants and spaghetti tank top.
“ Not as great as you,” Chloe argued. Jae-Jae was dressed in tight lime green jeans and a black military jacket that was cut into rags and somehow sewed back together. He was wearing black Converse, and his shaggy blonde hair hung to his shoulders. Jae-Jae had a great face, with bright blue eyes and a straight