Hardyhoe

I really want to ask Santa to bring me Ben Hardy naked, but he’d turn gay for him. | Only fanfiction here.

[fuckyeahjonesy]

THE KISS OF DAWN (16+)

(I wrote this chapter  at 4 AM, during a sleepless & heavy night, so if there's any typo or grammar mistake, please ignore it, thanks :D)

PART 2. - THE FIRST LETTER

Ben loved working. He loved challenging himself, getting to know other people, flashing his talent, but most of all: forgetting about his problems for a couple of hours. Any eating related event with the cast was a delightful moment. Lovely chit-chats, delicious food, always learning something new. But this morning was different. Ben entered the dining hall. -Good morning mate, how it's going? -he literally bumped into the director, who rushed outside because of an incoming call. -Everything is fine, thanks! -Okay, you've got a letter at the keeper's lodge, don't forget to take it after breakfast! -What kind of letter? -asked Ben with a confused sight. He wasn't expecting anything, and such surprises just made him anxious. -I don't know, but the janitor said it's important! But sorry... -the director raised his ringing phone as an excuse and quickly left the place. Ben was really confused. "What kind of letter it's supposed to be? Are they firing him now?" He couldn't stay calm until the end of breakfast, so he greeted everyone and headed to the entrace, where the keeper's lodge was located. It was a small green cabin with a man who's supposed to be in his 60s. No matter, what time he saw him, the janitor was always reading something, and just like every elder person, he was also able to see the letters only if the newspaper was as far from his eyes, as it's possible. He was always wearing his glasses on his nose, and licked his finger every time he turned a page. And he could have won anytime an "Ugly sweater competition", but it didn't really matter. The man was a lovely person. -Mr. Johnson, excuse me... -said Ben, after he knocked on the door, which was wide open. The janitor slightly jumped, as the sudden voice scared him, but when he saw its owner, his lips curled into a smile. -Oh Benjamin! Good morning! I was waiting for your visit! Someone just left here a letter for you! -he said, while he was looking for the envelope between the documents. -Do you know what kind of letter is it? Is it a company letter? -asked Ben, as he walked closer curiously. -No, it's not. It's more like a personal letter, I guess! -Oh, I have a place for fan mails... -started Ben, but the janitor interrupted him. -It's not a fan mail, young man! Ahh, here it is! -he handed the envelope to Ben. There wasn't a name, address, or anything on it, only a line, that was written with beautiful calligraphy technique: "For Ben Hardy" -Ehm... thank you. -said Ben, as he examined the envelope curiously. -You're welcome, Benjamin! -smiled the janitor, and then turned back to his newspaper. Ben walked to a bench, sat down, lit a cigarette, and then opened the envelope. The letter was handwritten:

Dear Ben!

I know you have no idea who I am, but honestly, it doesn't even matter right now. You're constantly in my mind tonight, and I just felt like writing it all down. Hopefully it helps me to fall asleep faster. I hope you're fine. I'm always worried, if I don't hear about you for a long time. There were nights, when I opened my window, looked up on the sky and asked the sparkling stars to talk about you. I asked them to tell me your fears, your secrets, your best memories. I asked them if they saw the moment when you were born. They always flashed differently at every question, and when I wished them to take a piece of your soul and bring it to me, one star fell from the dark blue canvas, painting a thick, golden line on it. It was as thick as your lips, when you were about to spread your beautiful mind. I was in pain, and no medicine helped me. No doctors, no therapists. I felt lost and hopeless. I closed my eyes, and imagined you standing behind me. I imagined your messy curls, your emerald green eyes, and your deep voice, that was like a kiss to my thirsty soul. I imagined sharing my silence with you, while our hearts were constantly talking to each other. Our hearts were like the playful snowflakes, who were flirting with each other during their long journey from the fluffy clouds to the ground. They were dancing on the ruffles of the wind, until they melted into one big drop on a leaf of grass. And the drop was like a mirror towards the sky, reflecting the clouds where their love was born. I don't know which cloud was ours, but my heart never stopped missing yours. She was looking for you among thousands of other pulsing hearts, waiting for the moment when she finally recognizes the rhythm of yours. That's how I spent my lonely nights. Getting lost in the infinite galaxy of my thoughts. I silently asked my guardian angels to skip their tasks for me, and give a gentle kiss on your forehead instead. I asked the birds to sing at your window in the morning, when the first rays of sun knock on your window. I asked the time to stop for a while, when you're in the middle of a sweet dream.

I imagined you, being here for me, because that was the only time I felt healed.

Please, take care & have a beautiful day!

M.

Ben read the letter over and over again. The janitor was right, it wasn't really like a fan mail, it was something different. It was touching and fascinating. It was an honest confession of worrying about him, and wanting him the best. He didn't even remember the last time someone said such nice and lovely things to him. Who wrote all of these? He decided to figure it out and came back to the keeper's lodge. -Mr. Johnson! Excuse me, it's me again... can you please tell me who wrote this letter? -asked Ben, but this time he didn't come in, he stayed at the door, showing that he only returned for a short question. -Oh dear, I have no idea. I didn't read it, of course. -replied the janitor. -But... you obviously saw, who brought it, didn't you? -I did. A woman gave it to me, but it wasn't her who wrote the letter. Ben sighed loudly and nodded. -Okay... it's okay. -he said, staring sadly at the ground. -I'm really sorry young man, it seems the letter was seriously important. But if you're also important to the person who wrote it, you might get another one. Who knows. Just try to stay positive, it always helps! -winked the elder man. Ben slightly smiled. -Well, okay. Thank you anyway, Mr. Johnson. -My pleasure. - he turned back to his newspaper, while Ben walked back to the dining hall to have his breakfast, before the work starts. He didn't have much time left, but he didn't really care about it.

"I silently asked my guardian angels to skip their tasks for me, and give a gentle kiss on your forehead instead."

There was only one thing in his mind: "Who... wrote... this?"

[fuckyeahjonesy]

THE KISS OF DAWN (16+)

This fanfic is partly based on a true story, which happened in 2012 in Austria, with different names and profession.

Ben Hardy is one of the most popular British stars, but the price for the fame is getting bigger. While everyone else is happily in love around him, he simply can't find his place and it's getting way harder for him to trust someone. Due to the failed dates and failed attempts to get into a relationship, he's feeling lost and hopeless... until the day he receives a mysterious letter... 

PART 1. - THE FIRST SNOW

He woke up for the first snow. Even though it was time for that, he was quite surprised to notice the white flakes falling outside, as he was about to make his morning coffee. He looked out of the window, and his plump lips curled into a smile, as he recalled many sweet, lovely childhood memories regarding the snowy England. His dad would build the tallest snowman in town. And then he lifted up the little boy to let him finish the procedure and place the carrot nose on the head. “We made it again, daddy!” -shouted the little Ben with a big gap between his front teeth (they were expecting a visit from tooth fairy that night), and jumped up to give his father a proud high five. The next step was giving him a name. They always chose a different name for their snowmen, and as long as he stood outside, he belonged to the family. Ben always felt like he got a new brother for a while. Winter was a season full of magic, and for Benjamin Jones the biggest magic was being loved.

The coffee machine beeped loudly, and the sound pulled him back to reality; or back to the emptiness of his flat, to be more exact. He poured the coffee in a mug he got from his mother. “Not a morning person” was written on it, and it said a lot about him. No matter, how many hours he slept, waking up was always a cruel challenge for him. Not even mentioning the mornings after a heavy party night. Ugh, let’s just quickly forget about that.

Ben leaned against the cupboard and started drinking his coffee, while he unlocked his phone to check his e-mails & notifications. His messy, blonde locks were almost long enough to shield his sight. He was wearing an old t-shirt and underwear. Even if the shirt itself was quite loose, the shape of his muscular chest was perfectly visible. The veins on his hands were like wild rivers flooding down the biggest forests, to keep the spirit of nature alive. He was an utterly beautiful creature, someone you could stare at for hours.

After finishing his coffee he set his Spotify playlist on shuffle, and decided to take a quick shower. He was hoping he'd feel refreshed faster by that. He’s working on a movie now, and he doesn’t allow himself to act poorly or make any mistakes. The work continues today and he wants to prove them why he’s there. Thank God, his career was a real blessing lately. His hard work is finally paying off. Big names, legendary directors, talented actors, exciting storylines, positive critics, supportive fans, funny interviews and a fantastic salary with many benefits. Ben has reached a level he has always dreamed of. But there were some lonely nights and quiet mornings, that made him to think about it all. And he always felt like something is missing. He undressed, stepped into the shower cabin and turned the water on. As its temperature got warm enough, he took a deep breath and stood underneath the shower head. His nipples turned immediately hard, as the first hot drops landed on his smooth skin. He put some shower gel on his palm, and started spreading it all over his body. In the meantime, his mind couldn’t stop racing for a single minute.

Almost all of his friends were in a relationship, or engaged, or married… and he never dared to confess it, even to himself, but sometimes he was jealous of their happiness. He was with a girl for 9 years, and took love for granted. And then his relationship ended, but it felt good to taste freedom after such a long time. He loved being a popular man who could get literally anyone.

Yeah, it was a good game for a while, but as the time passed by, he started feeling like he needed a change. He always heard sentences like: “Oh wow, you’re that famous actor, right? What are you doing later?” or “My friend says you’re in a movie, who are you?” or “I saw you in Borhap, you must earn a good money, what kind of car do you have? Would you take me for a ride?” or “You should take me to a restaurant, my friends will never believe who I went out with!”

Nobody on Earth asked him how he feels or what he’s thinking about. They felt so special about hanging out with Ben Hardy, yet nobody cared about what’s going on with Benjamin Jones. He felt like fame was a mask, and most of the people cared only about the fancy part of his life.

And the more famous he became, the harder it was for him to let people closer. He was often insecure, confused, anxious. Failed dates and failed attempts to get into a relationship made it hard for him to generally trust anyone. He didn’t understand why it was happening, but he felt like the problem was himself. And he had no idea how to make it work.

He saw his friends being happy lovebirds, building a future together with the one chosen by their heart. Weddings, kids, the first holiday as a family. And then, there was Ben, who’s about to turn 30, and sometimes he feels like he’d rather be a damn rugby trainer, but at least he had someone by his side, who loves him for who he is, and not for the celebrity who’s harrassed by the awful British media.

He turned off the water, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Being lonely was like a shadow in his life. Sometimes it was behind him, sometimes it disappeared, but at the end it always returned, like a scary nightmare. He missed cuddling up with someone, experiencing funny moments with someone, falling asleep in the arms of someone, sharing a meal with someone that looked ugly because he cooked it, but at least it was made with love. He missed calling someone at the end of a long workday and telling her all the interesting stuff he did that day for the first time in his life. He missed asking for an advice from someone he can fully trust. He missed having sex with someone he passionately loves and admires from the bottom of his heart, and wasn't just raw fucks from Instagram. He missed the taste of good morning kisses. He missed feeling safe and sound, because someone was by his side.

And what he missed the most was belonging to someone. Just like those snowmen belonged to him, when he was a kid.

He brushed his teeth, dressed, and packed everything in his backpack. He's going to have breakfast with his colleagues before work. He put his winter jacket on, switched the lights off, and stepped out, right into the ass cold winter.

He woke up for the first snow that day. And he had no clue yet, that this day will change his view about the first snow forever.

[fuckyeahjonesy]

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔫 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔱𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔠𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔯𝔱

“I spent only one night with him. His body was beautiful, his skin was soft like the finest silk, covering his muscles tightly. His blonde locks were messy, I remember running my fingers through his hair several times, as he rested his head on my shoulder, holding my waist tight to him. His plump lips tasted like the wildest daydream. He was incredibly hungry for love, like an abandoned child. He always kissed me so passionately, that I ended up being in another world, feeling dizzy by the burning desire running down my spine.

In the beginning he didn’t want me to look into his eyes. Did he feel ashamed of something? Did he want to hide something?

And after a while I finally caught his sight. I’ve discovered many nightmares, rejections, fears, and painful memories buried deep inside of those forest green eyes.

“What’s happened with you, dear?” - I asked him many times, but he never answered me. He had so many secrets. He never wanted to talk about himself. He hugged me tightly, listening to my heartbeats attentively, and I felt his teardrops running down my skin. He was utterly lonely. “Is there anything I can do for you?” - I kept asking him.

“Just stay here with me tonight.” - he said, cuddling me tightly, like his life would depended on it. Like angels could be fed only by the human love. I kissed him, and we fell asleep.

But in the morning he was gone, leaving only a few white feathers on my sheets. I still felt him though, very intensely. His scent in my room, his warm kisses all over my body, his drops of lust deep inside of me, the warmth of his hug. He begged me to stay with him, and yet he was the one who left.

I’ve never seen him again.”

[fuckyeahjonesy]

LOVERS ON THE BACK SEAT (18+) - PART 3.

-Babe, you’re crazy! -you smiled between his lips, and then moaned softly, as he reached your most sensitive part.

He knew exactly where he needs to touch you and how should he move his fingers to take you to the stars. You gasped as he rubbed your clit with his finger gently, sending you shivers all over your body.

He smirked satisfied and bit his lip, as he saw you burning in pleasure.

-3 more minutes only! -said the driver from the front.

-Thank you! -answered Ben, but he didn’t take his eyes off you for a single second. Seeing you sweating in the wildest desire was the fastest way to turn him on even more.

He looked out of the window to check how far (or rather close) you are from home, and then turned back to you. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him, you were halfway on his lap. He spread your legs a bit wider, pressing your left thigh against his chest, and with the other hand he slid his finger slowly into you. You gasped and grabbed his muscular arm, as your body started slightly shaking.

-You are crazy! -you whispered, but talking was not easy, while he was pleasuring you.

-Try to say it louder! -winked Ben, moving his finger faster and deeper. His veins on his arm were much more visible at every thrust, and it was one of his sexiest feature. You closed your eyes, bit your lip and grabbed the seat under you, because you felt like losing control over your body. He thrust two fingers inside of you, and covered your mouth with his palm to make it less loud, but of course, you could barely hold back yourself, as your lower part was about to explode. You opened your eyes, and caught him staring at you so deeply, you felt like he sees your soul.

-We’re here! -said the driver, pointing at your house.

Ben quickly pulled his fingers out, while you sat back next to him, adjusting your dress with a major blush on your face.

Between your thighs all you felt was the wetness and warmness, and the deep pulsing, demanding for more pleasure.

Ben paid for the trip, held your hand, and then both of you were running to the door, while cold raindrops were falling on you.

-Do you think he noticed anything? -you asked Ben curiously, while he was looking for the keys in his pocket.

-I don’t think so. But honestly, I don’t even care. -he smirked, opened the door, and right after you stepped in, he grabbed your waist. With his right hand he closed the door, and with his left hand pushed you gently against it, covering your neck and shoulders with kisses. You crossed your arms behind his neck, and wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him deeply.

-You lost the bet, baby... -you smirked, as you kissed and bit gently his ear.

-I know, I did it on purpose... -he laughed, held your thighs tight and brought you to the sofa. He laid you down there, and took off his shirt. His body was like a piece of art, crafted by angels. You could stare at him for hours, burying every inch of him deep inside of your mind. You couldn’t believe, that he’s yours. That his eyes sparkle only for you, that those lips are hungry only for you. He loved holding you with those beautiful, muscular arms until you fall asleep, and you didn’t even know, but he often watches you while you’re sleeping and he’s so damn thankful to God to have you.

-You look so good tonight. -you said, as you got lost in him by admiring his beauty.

-You think so? -he smiled and slid his hand under your dress.

-Yes. -you replied after a deep, delightful sight as you felt his touch on your skin. He grabbed your panties and pulled it down.

-How could I compete with you though? -he said, discovering your private parts with a wicked sight.

He leaned on you, his tight chest was pressed against your breasts. He kissed your lips, your neckline. He unzipped your dress, pulled it down and threw it to the other side of the room, leaving you naked. He covered your breasts with kisses, pleasuring gently your nipples with his tongue.

He proceeded to your stomach, caressing your skin with his plump lips, while stroking your sides.

-Babe, if you go any lower, I’ll scream. -you gasped, as he spread your legs slowly.

-Let’s wake up the neighbours then... -he winked, and started kissing the inner part of your thighs, getting closer to your clit. He teased you by kissing you everywhere around your pussy, but not at the part you really wished to feel him. He wanted to drive you crazy, and god damn, he did it really well.

-Please... -you moaned. He smirked, and leaned over you to whisper in your ear:

-You want me to kiss you down there?

-Yes!

-You don’t ask me loud enough.

Well, yes, he obviously wanted to give you back the provocative behaviour from the taxi.

-Ben, please.

-Still not loud enough. Do you want me to help you a bit? -he smirked. You bit your lip and nodded. He started rubbing his finger against your wet clit, while he caressed your cheek with his lips.

-So, let me ask you again: do you want me to kiss you down there?

-YES! -this time you moaned way louder, as your legs started shaking because of the pleasure. Ben smiled and returned to your waist. He lifted your legs up to your stomach, and pressed his lips against your clit. You grabbed the pillow under your head, and your vision turned kinda blurry. He could do miracles with his tongue. You could get an orgasm only by looking at him tasting you, seeing that long tongue sliding wildly on your pussy. He was incredible.

You felt like your body will explode in any second, and he noticed that too. As he sucked your clit, he decided to use his fingers too.

Your moans became longer and louder, and then your sweaty breasts lifted up, you felt shivers all over your body, and your legs couldn’t stop shaking. He made you cum pretty easily, but so intensively, you didn’t even know which planet you’re living in.

-You’re so beautiful, when you cum. -he smirked, and kissed you deeply.

-Show me your face as well during that time, and I’ll decide. -you smiled, caressing his chest softly. He winked at you, grabbed your hips and slipped his hard cock into you, touching every sensitive spot as he slid it in and out. You were wet, hot, and slippery, he could move fast easily, and he pounded harder and harder, while stroking your breasts. He pressed your hands above you against the sofa, placed your legs on his shoulders, so he could reach you deeper, and continued fucking you. You could feel his balls slapping against your wet skin, smacking it with each thrust. You closed your eyes, and your passionate moans filled the room.

-Let me be on the top, baby! -you whispered after a while.

-Hmm, fine! Ride me! -he smirked, held you tight, and changed position in a second.

He squeezed your breasts as you started moving your hips. You felt his thick cock pulsing inside of you in every move, and as he looked at you on the horniest way possible just made it even better. He ran his hands down to your hips, holding it tight, forcing you to move up and down way faster. His eyes were almost rolling back by the pleasure, he could barely control himself.

-Babe... please... don’t stop! -he moaned in pleasure. He was really close. His forehead and chest was sweaty and warm, his hair was messy, his fingers were slippery on your waist. He pulled you closer to him, so he could control the moves again. He squeezed your butt and moved his hips faster, making you moan louder. You felt him so deeply and intensively, you knew he won’t be the only one coming to the edge. You grabbed his shoulders, your whole body was shaking and you screamed in pleasure as his pulsing cock made you cum. Just a minute later he tilted his head back, moaning loudly, holding you tight. You felt the warmness filling you up deep inside, squelching as he still pounded into you, until the last drop of cum left his cock.

You collapsed onto his chest, and both of you were trying to breathe normally.

-Damn, I love you so much. -said Ben, breaking the silence a couple of minutes later, kissing your forehead softly.

-I love you even more. -you smiled and kissed his soft lips. You cuddled there for a while, and later changed the sofa to the way comfortable bed.

He fell asleep in seconds (as most of the men after sex), but you couldn’t. You couldn’t stop staring at him. That night the time sat on your shoulder, and both of you just admired him mutely. He was more beautiful, than the first snow, that sparkles in the morning light, and more peaceful, than the dancing candlelight at the altar. His naked chest was waving slowly, like the ocean that rocks the boat, while underneath the waves the eternity murmurs in the depth - just like in Ben.

Blood red fairy garden blooms with every heartbeat underneath the vault of his ribs.

And in his green eyes, in that heavenly crystal the golden sunlight cracks, and the mosaic pieces of his soul fall on your face in a million colour. You stare at him, and you feel like your whole body is paralyzed.

Even the winter frost was looking at him from the window, and when its lashes quivered, it strew a flood of frost flowers onto the window.

He wasn’t a human being. He was a miracle.

Your miracle.

You kissed his nose softly, inhaled his scent deeply, and slowly fell asleep to the melody of his snuffle.

[fuckyeahjonesy]

Bittersweet love affair - The Roger Taylor story

"You and I always be unfinished business."

It was a sultry summer afternoon. The hot air was revolving slowly on the surfaced road, and the Sun was parching the leaves on the trees. It was July, if I remember well. And it was us, in the subway. Under the footsteps of every wandering soul. We were cuddling tight in the rushing train, while around us the noise of talking people was assimilated with the sound of wheels. My fingers were running on your soft skin like a hungry wolf, I wanted to turn on every little part of you. You smiled at me and hugged me tight. I can't put into words how safe and calm your hugs make me feel. My ocean blue eyes caught your soft glance and I pressed my lips against your neck, while my whole body was burning in destructive desire. Under your warm skin the blood cells were racing with each other in the thick tunnel of your artery, while your heartbeat became faster, as it controlled the unstoppable traffic of your body.

I closed my eyes, and wrapped my arms around you as tight as I could, just to make sure, that the fabric of my dress will keep your sweet fragrance for a lifetime. You slid slowly your arms around my waist, pulled me closer to you, and it felt like I was on a peaceful, small island, where the blue waves of the ocean are caressing me with the sunshine. Like I had a shield around me, that can't be broken by the evil and the darkness. I opened my eyes and looked at you again, with the greatest thankfulness a human can stare at something, because I knew I'm looking at my guardian angel. Your lips curled into a cute smile and you kissed my forehead gently. The subway stopped every two minutes, but I haven't even noticed it. Every part of me was deeply obsessed with you and I couldn't take my eyes off you. To me you were the most beautiful and most sacred soul that God has ever created. And I felt incredibly lucky to be a part of the miracle, to be a part of you. I never wanted to let you go. You constantly complimented me with the most adorable smile, and every word from you was like a waterdrop for a thirsty flower. You were feeding me with your sweet love, and my hungry heart was begging you to love me harder, want me harder, lift me up to the bluest sky...

That was our last meeting. We had phone calls sometimes, but as the time passed by, the amount of the letters were decreased, until they have completely gone. You live your own life happily and carelessly, filled with adventures. Just like I do. But I can't stop thinking about one thing: Do you still think of me, when you're alone? Would you still recognize me, if I bumped into you on the streets? Do you still remember the scent of my skin, which turned you on, when we spent that hot summer night together? Do you still remember the sparkle in my eyes, when you held me in your arms? Do you still remember, how I touched you, when the fire unleashed in our bodies, and we pissed off the neighbours by being really loud all night long?

You still run through my mind sometimes, and I always wonder what was missing from me that could have made your life complete. You can't even realize, how I felt when you were by my side. I felt for you so strong and honest desire, I didn't even know before, that I'm able to feel like that. You dragged the most intense emotions out of me, and I didn't even know, that such feelings exist deep inside of me. I believed in you, like a medieval citizen in old wives' tale, and I considered every action and word from you to be true. And you know Roger, when your memory flashes in my mind, I immediately realize, that those feelings will stay forever, that will never be requited...

[fuckyeahjonesy]

GET DOWN, MAKE LOVE | BEN HARDY

The shape of his body was highlighted by the pale lamplight, showing me a new, breathtaking chapter of him. My eyes started wandering lecherously on him, burying deep inside of me every part of him. My heart clattered in the cage of my ribs like an enraged lion. My face started blushing, and when I was thinking of the fact, if he might noticed, how fascinated I stare at him, the whole situation would just get worse. I felt really shy, so I tried to stare at the ground, but in the next moment my eyes were laid upon him again, greedy discovering the place that has been seen only by very few people... My brain immediately started working, and made colourful imaginaries about that part. How would it feel to run to him, holding up on his hip while gasping hard by the burning desire, and take possession of him with my wet lips? How would it feel to slide them gently from the bottom to the top, tasting him, feeling the warmth and the wild pulsing underneath my tongue? I had to bite my lips as they started shaking because of the unbounded pleasure. I needed to stare at the ground just to hide my dilated pupils. My body was burning in an unknown fever, the butterflies were fluttering wildly in my stomach, and between my thighs a really intense pulsation notified me, that it would do literally anything to receive the desired bodypart deep and hot inside of me. I grabbed the side of the pillow behind me as it was getting harder to hide the dominant instincts and my tongue ran on my lips more than usual, getting ready to attach to his tight and warm skin, giving him the greatest pleasure ever. I looked at him again, whispered his name for the last time, gently gasping as the inner side of my thighs started shivering. My eyes took one last journey on his perfect body, just to make this fire inside of me even bigger. Wishful moans left my red bitten lips as I stared at his hip with a really hungry sight. -Okay darling, I'm on my way! - he laughed, as he switched off the light and in a second I felt his warm, naked body, as he hugged me tight from behind. And that was the point, where all my restrained desires exploded. I immediately turned to him, crossed my arms behind his neck, and we leaned on the pillows in the middle of the hottest kiss ever, while our bodies were getting ready to melt into one...

[fuckyeahjonesy]

LOVERS ON THE BACK SEAT (18+) - PART 2.

-Ben, we'll get caught! - you whispered, as you looked at the driver with a scared sight. There were people who found sneaky sex exciting, but you were too insecure for that. It just wasn't your cup of tea.

Ben laughed over your reaction, leaned towards you, and started kissing your neck gently, using it as a method to calm you down, but also to turn you on. As soon as you felt his lips on your skin, your body tingled, your heart started beating way faster. He slightly stuck out his tongue between his lips to give your neck longer and deeper kisses. You bit your lip to hold back a moan, and you also felt the warmth radiating from your belly button to your clit.

-And then what if? -he whispered shamelessly, gently stroking your hand.

-You can't wait until we get home, can you? -you gasped.

-Well, it depends... -he smirked- ... do you dare to touch it?

-Only if you really-really want... -you licked your mouth and you smiled at each other.

Ben pressed his lips together, slowly unzipped his pants, while looking at the driver. He pulled a bit down the front part of his boxer, so he could reach his cock easier.

-I can't believe, that we really do this...- you whispered bashful as you covered your mouth with your palm. And in the next second you wrapped your fingers around his thick dick, that pulsed intensively under your hand. His skin there was warm, tight, and incredibly hot.

You both looked at the driver, and turned back to each other. The way he stared at you left you speechless. His green eyes had that special sparkle, when Ben was turned on, and his eyes just gave you another wave of pleasure.

-Babe, I really want you now... -he whispered with a shaky voice, and as you started stroking his cock with your thumb gently, his chest was moving faster, and he spread his legs wider.

-I'm all yours, love... -you kissed his neck softly, held his cock tighter, and started moving your hand.

-Oh fuck...! -Ben moaned and tilted his head back with his eyes closed. He squeezed your thigh and breathed heavily as your hand moved faster. His knees were shaking and he needed to bite his lip to not be loud. Maybe it was the hardest part of it, because he really loved being passionate.

He opened his eyes, looking deeply into yours, kinda undressing you with them. He was getting closer to the big O, his shoulders were pressed against the seat.

You leaned closer to him, kissed him deeply, your tongues were starving for the taste of each other.

-10 more minutes, and we're there! -said the driver.

You both split in a second, like two scared birds. Ben quickly covered his hard cock with his sweater, and you crossed your arms on your lap, acting like you sat in this position during the whole journey. When you saw, that the driver didn't notice anything, you both sighed relieved, and slowly returned to each other.

-Babe... if you keep doing that, I'll cum. -he whispered lecherously, while you continued pleasing him with your hand.

-I have an idea how to help you with that... -you winked at him, looked at the driver, just to make sure he doesn't see you, and slowly leaned to his cock.

-Damn baby... -Ben moaned, as he felt your warm breath down there. He tried to remove your hair from your face, so he could see what you're doing. With your right hand you were massaging his balls softly, giving him a shivering sensation and an intense mind and body numbness. And then you slid your tongue gently around the top of his cock, exactly at his most sensitive spot, making him moan softly, and then started sucking it.

You really enjoyed hearing his reactions, his passionate moans, seeing is body driven by the deep euphoria.

But you had a better idea. Just when you saw him getting closer and closer to the edge, you suddenly stopped teasing him, straightened up, and sat a bit further, like you've finished with him for tonight.

-Hey... why did you...? -asked Ben with a confused tone, trying to figure out what's going on.

-Well, we're in the middle of the Dartfort street, sitting in a taxi, I guess it was enough fun for today... unless... -you smirked, as you saw Ben sitting there offended and helplessly horny. You started playing with your hair, patiently waiting for his reaction.

-Nahh, don't stop please, you were so good...

-I can be good at home too! -you kept acting bitchy, and seeing him getting pissed off really amused you.

-Please, I want to feel there your lips again... -Ben crawled closer to you, begging you with puppy eyes, touched your chin and tried to lift your face towards him, but you turned away.

-Benjamin, I said NO. -you crossed your arms over your chest and looked out of the window.

-You can't do this to me! -he busted out, and seriously started sounding mad and disappointed. You still ignored him.

-No.

-Please... -Ben sighed, looking at you confused. You turned back to him, and his puppy eyes made you incredibly weak. You grabbed his sweater, pulled him towards you and kissed him passionately, moaning tenderly between his lips.

-How does it feel to be teased like that? -you smirked.

-You little slut, you... -Ben laughed, and gently spanked your thigh.

You licked your lips just to make it more slippery and returned to his cock, ready to pleasure him again.

His legs started shaking, and as your lips were moving faster and deeper, the pleasure and sensitivity constantly increased, and came to the point of no return. He felt like his cock was a bottle of champagne, that's being shaked, and it will explode in a couple of seconds, leaving his whole body shaking, and sweating by the sweet satisfaction.

Ben squeezed your right hand and with the other one he pulled your hair gently. His soft, plump lips were slightly separated, his muscular chest was in a crazy rush, and his eyes were filled by the deepest love, as he watched you pleasuring him.

And then he closed his eyes, and held his breath, as he felt, that he's about to lose control all over his body. His muscles tightened, and you knew very well, it's the point, where the mind-blowing pleasure comes. You moved your lips even faster, deeper, your hand was caressing his balls, and in the next second he tilted back his head, moaned loudly and his lap started shaking crazily. He filled your mouth with his cum, and gasped loudly as the ecstasy sent shivers down to his spine, giving him a tickle feeling running from his balls to his penis. You swallowed it all, gently sucking and kissing the top of his pulsing dick, until the last drop of cum was cleaned off by your tongue.

-Is everything alright back there? -asked curiously the driver after hearing the weird noises.

-Uhm, yes! -you replied, wiping your mouth with your fingers.

Thanks God he still didn't notice anything!

You looked at Ben, who was sitting next to you with his eyes closed and his head tilted back, still dazed by the orgasm. He tried to breathe normally and return to reality after his heart pounding journey. His blond locks were wet at his forehead, and he still felt like the whole world is spinning around him.

He slowly opened his beautiful, green eyes, looking at you the way millions of girls are dreaming of to be looked at.

-You are seriously the best thing that has ever happened to me. -he whispered, while he caressed your face gently. His confession made you soft, giving you the feeling, that your heart is growing and beating much louder. Like it wanted to break through your ribs, just to get much closer to Ben's heart, so it could recognize his unique beating from millions. And when your heart learns the melody of the other one, from that moment it beats only for that precious soul until the last second of your life, pulsing blood to your whole body just to make you hold him tighter and never let him go.

-I love you. -you whispered him back, hugging him tight, inhaling deeply his spicy, masculine scent.

-I love you too! -he smiled and pressed his lips against yours, giving you a long and deep kiss, making your upper thighs quiver.

You could cuddle there with him forever, but Ben had another ideas.

He turned to the driver.

-How much time do we have left?

-Hmmm maybe around 5 minutes, it depends on the traffic!

-Great, thank you!

Ben turned to you, smirked. You knew exactly what he's planning to do.

-You can't do this in 5 minutes. -you teased him with an evil smile. Ben raised his eyebrows with an offended sight.

-Let's make a bet, baby: if I can't make you cum in 5 minutes, we'll continue fucking at home until both of us pass out. -he smiled at you, biting his lip excitedly.

-Alright, let's do it! -you laughed and kissed him deeply again. He didn't hesitate. His hand started stroking softly your inner thigh underneath your skirt, coming closer and closer to your panties...

[fuckyeahjonesy]

LOVERS ON THE BACK SEAT (18+) - PART 1.

You were on the way home in a taxi with Ben, cuddling lovely on the backseat, like the cutest lovebirds under the shadow of the blooming trees. You were surrounded by the vibrating lights of London, which were filled with laughter and joy. And each time the car has passed by a kissing couple, the city took a deep breath, and exhaled rain scented magic. It was something inconceivable, invisible, but it reached your heart in a second, and it felt exactly the same way, as you looked at that gorgeous blond guy for the first time. London covered you as a blanket with its magical atmosphere, and took you to your green eyed destiny.

Ben held your hand, stroking it with his thumb softly, and smiled at you with the same excitement as he did on your first date. You smiled back, but at the next second you looked down, as your face has turned completely red. Even if you've been together for a couple of weeks already, he could still make you blush anytime. When he looked at you with those fairy eyes, you always felt like he could stare at the bottom of your heart, discovering all your fears and secrets there.

Scary, isn't it?

And yet, you felt so safe and calm next to him, like he was a warm and cozy house in the middle of a heavy snowstorm. Ben was an old, wise soul, locked in an angel's body, and then sent to Earth to change millions of lives, just when people are holding their very last piece of hope.

But of course, like every human being, sometimes he wasn't that angelic at all. He could be really naughty, playful and teasing. He could turn from a charming swan into a hungry wolf, who desperately needs the taste of your lips and skin all over your body. He could be really passionate, driven by the deepest desire, and as he was a maximalist in everything, he always challenged himself in sex too. He always wanted to make you feel more intense and euphoric, whatever he was doing to you, he had an eye on you all the time, watching curiously the smallest signs of your body, and then going for it even harder. He simply wanted to be the best guy you've ever made love with.

Ben leaned towards your ear, and as you felt his warm breath on your neck, your heart started racing, and your lungs were struggling to get more air. You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, licked your mouth, and just imagined as he kisses your neck with his wet lips in the next second, and then -just like your heart does- something else would start slightly pulsing too.

You looked down on your knees again, trying to keep calm and fight with your naughty imagination.

But it seems, you were not the only one thinking of getting much closer to the other half. Ben slowly pulled your hand to his bulge, and since his pants were made of cotton, you've felt pretty much everything. You felt his warmness down there, and under your fingers his bulge was growing, and getting harder for you, ready to destroy you every single way possible, until your body starts shaking, and one last, loud moan leaves your lip.

He fell in love with you over and over again, when he saw you reaching an orgasm. He couldn't get enough of you, when he saw your sweaty breasts moving up and down as your spine tingled by the waves of pleasure, and when he saw the absolute euphoria rushing all over your body, he grabbed your waist and thrusted even harder, until he filled you with the last drop of cum.

-Ben, are you... -you whispered to him furiously, as you looked at the driver stained.

-Shhhh...! -Ben touched your lips with his finger and nodded towards the man.- he stares at the traffic anyway...

He really liked these kind of heart-pulping funs, and he knew very well how to make you like them too. You bit your lip, your heart skipped a beat and your knees started shaking, as you watched him slowly unbuckling his belt...

(To be continued...)