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An Irresistible Force and An Immovable Body	By : LegnaangeL Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 1234 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Good Charlotte or the Maddens. This is ficition & not at all true & no money has been or will ever be made.

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Chapter 3 - Joel's Halo

A/N: This is about mutual masturbation and voyeurism. It is very explicit and graphic just like the ratings say, so you are forewarned.

My hands are shaking uncontrollably as I sit propped up by pillows on my bed. The vertigo attack had come on quick and strong. I am very lucky Benji was here. He helped me when it hit me in the bathtub right after Joel left. I am not sure exactly how he got me dressed and in bed. Right now, I don't even care to know. The lone thing that exists for me in this moment is my dysfunctional body.

Benji is sitting next to me but I refuse to look at him. Turning inward is my only defense when these things happen. He understands this somewhat better than Joel. I am grateful to him for leaving me be, yet staying so close. Just his presence helps me in times like this.

The thunder and lightening continue their chaotic dance but I take no notice. Pronged lightening strikes the earth rapidly and I know it is most likely raining very hard. I wish I could tell if it was indeed pouring. Hell, I would settle for catching a low grumble from the thunder. But that is not how these things work in storms for me. The flashes of light I see, when the light up the sky, however, I can only feel the thunder.

There is no sound.

Only the high pitch squeal is in my ears.

It is the weather that does it to me; that, and occasionally stress. I don't know why. Doctors don't either. They speculate it has something to do with the pressure systems and water retention on my ears. Amazing. The medical community has no clue as to the cause of the disease but by the powers they are still going to treat it! The medicines they give only work about half the time, if they do at all. There is no way to win when this thing rears its ugly head. Oh and it has a name: Menieres Disease.

Yeah, I would have an ailment that is damn near impossible to pronounce.

It sounds more shocking than it is. The disease consists of three main symptoms. Vertigo, hearing loss, and nausea are the uninvited guests. They drop in whenever the mood suits them and always stick me with the bill. Granted, I am luckier than some who have it. There are those that are so afflicted they live out their lives in wheelchairs, or worse yet, beds. Others completely lose their hearing while some, like me, lose partial hearing or have sporadic total loss: ‘blinking out' episodes. This means the hearing is gone but after the ‘attack', most of it comes back. I have had three blink outs in the last 4 months since I became ill. In each attack, once the vertigo recedes, my hearing comes back.

So far.

Every time a blink out happens, I panic. It isn't because I suddenly can't hear. I can deal with that. Thanks to the guys, I am well versed in sign language and we even have a ‘code' system when I can't hear or see. Seeing what someone has signed can be a tad difficult when you are dizzy. That particular incident, being unable to see or hear, has only occurred once...right when I first got sick. Joel still insisted we prepare in case it ever happens again. I am rooting for never, ever again. But that's just me.

No, the reason I panic isn't the sudden loss or the dizziness. The reason I fret so is far more sinister. You see, the problem is that there is no way to predict if the blink out will end or if I will just be this way...forever. One moment, I could, in theory, be laughing and loving the sound of life. In the next moment, I may never hear any of it again.

Instant, permanent deafness.

That is so fucked up.

I run my shaky fingers through my amber hair stopping cold on my scalp when the lights flicker. Oh God. I can see fairly well right now in spite of being dizzy but if the storm takes out the lights, I won't be able to communicate any other way than with the ‘code'. My fearful eyes turn to Benji in dismay. He knows what I am thinking.

Crawling over to sit in front of me, Benji uses his hands, and signs slowly so that my uneven vision catches his words.

It will be okay.

I sign back.

I know. The lights worry me.

We have the code, he reminds me.

Yes, but I do not want to lose my eyes.

His brow furrows. You are not losing your eyes. It will just be dark.

I sigh. How can I explain, that for me, if the lights do go, I will be down to 3 of my 5 senses. It's terrifying and horribly isolating. My ability to communicate will be almost exclusively done via touch. This makes even the shortest exchange difficult and very tedious to execute. Trying to understand and be understood with only one outlet to do so, for an extrovert like me, that is pure torture.

Benji touches my knee to get my attention.

I have an idea, he signs.

What?

Family room. Couch. Fireplace.

YES!

I sign three times for emphasis. The idea is brilliant. With the fireplace, I will still have some light. My face is lit up like a Christmas tree.

He smiles. Rising from the bed, he reaches over and picks me up. I would like to smack him and tell him to put me down, but I know I need his help. Benji carries me to the Family Room as the lights flicker again, waiting much longer this time before fluttering back on. He stops and stands still until the lights come up, then deposits me with little effort on to the corner of my navy blue micro-fiber couch. The oversized mock sectional hugs my body as I sink into it. Pressing a button on the side, the seat reclines, steadying me.

Getting blankets. Stay! Benji signs, his eyes boring into me for emphasis.

I am not a dog!

I mean it.

He actually glares at me!
Where can I go?!

Benji's shoulders rise and fall exaggeratedly and I know he just sighed.
Okay. I will stay. Happy?

Yes.

My eyes watch him leave, seeing a slight double of him. In spite of my situation, I find myself checking out his back and his butt. Benji must have changed his clothes after the bath because he is wearing light gray jogging pants with black stripes running down the sides. His shirt is black with the long sleeves shoved up his picturesque arms to his elbows. The nice thing about that is his shirt is kinda tight across his chest and his pants mold themselves over his ass. I know that the fans cream over Joel, and rightly so; but how anyone could ever sleep on how sexy Benjamin is, well, that is beyond my comprehension.

Closing my eyes, I reminisce about all the concerts and promotions I have gone to with the guys. All those girls...and women...clamoring for a glimpse of them; maybe even a few seconds of their attention. I had to admit, most of their female fans were surprisingly courteous and respectful. Occasionally, there would be an obnoxious groupie or a borderline stalker, but that comes with the territory. Most of their admirers, however, truly just wanted to get close to them and to show them how greatly they appreciate their music. I could understand and get behind that.

That is why I decided to work for them so long ago.

My job used to be in PR: public relations. Five years ago, I was hired by their manager to help with the press and their fans all over the world. The requirements of the job were a willingness to travel, keep odd hours, smooth troubled waters with the media, and to promote as well as verbally protect their interests. Still, I'll admit at first I wasn't interested. I had heard very little of their music and, ironically, I was one of the only people on the planet that had never seen the Maddens on MTV. So, I turned them down flat without a second thought. It would have stayed that way if not for two things: Benji and Joel.

I smile to myself recalling the day I first met them.
"Excuse me, Miss?"

"Yes?"

"My brother and I are looking for Jade Donovan," Joel smiled at me. "Could you possibly direct me to her office?"

"I am Ms. Donovan," I replied, very curious as to whom these men were. "What can I do for you?"

"It's not what you can do for us," Benji replied, stepping forward with a smile. "It's what we can do for you. We‘d like to make you an offer you can‘t refuse."

I laughed. "I don't know about that. It would have to be one hell of an offer, Mr.-"

"Madden, Benji Madden," Benji said shaking my hand. "And this is my brother Joel."

I shook his hand too. "Please step into my office." Now where had I heard the name of Madden recently? Oh yeah, that band, Good Charlotte. "It's nice to make your acquaintance."

"Likewise," Joel nodded. "So, Ms. Donovan -"

"It‘s Jade," I clarified.

"Jade," Joel smiled. "My brother and I would like to make you a business proposal that will benefit us all, greatly."

Intrigued even more now, I ask, "What do you have to offer?"

Benji answered. "The world."

Little did I know what a wild ride I was in for. After putting forth the funniest and most charming little sales pitch I had ever heard, they managed to convince me to work for them. It wasn't long before not only had I seen the world, I also had seen what truly wonderful people Benji and Joel were. A real bond of camaraderie developed between the three of us and as the years passed, they felt more like family to me then clients. As the feelings grew stronger, I was forced to admit to myself that I wanted something that had not been a part of their original proposal: I wanted the two of them.

Just before I got sick, I had been contemplating severing our contract. It had gotten too painful for me to see them day in and day out, knowing I could never be with either of them for several reasons. Oh the angst of unrequited...um...lust. I mean don't get me wrong, I had feelings and care for both of them. But I do not believe that sex and desire translates to love. In fact, I'm not certain I believe in love at all. Not the romantic kind, anyway.

A creamy white cover falls into my lap and I jump.

Sorry, Benji signs, but I can tell he is laughing.

I give him the finger and mouth, Fuck you.

Putting both his hands together like he is praying he mouths back, Please?

I just look at him and point to the fireplace.

Moments later, the fire is roaring and Benji sits down beside me. I watch the flames and snuggle into my cover, feeling Benji scoot closer to me. Raising the cover, his slides under it. He slips his hand over and takes my left hand into his right. My fingers entwine with his and I begin to relax for the first time since the attack started. I know Benji won't leave and that I can focus on healing. Closing my eyes, I fall sound asleep and into dreamland.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

I see Joel. He is dressed in a white suit and sitting on a pristine white chair. Light radiates from him and contrasts gloriously with his dark hair lightly tanned skin. Above his head, the light seems to shine the brightest. The ethereal look of him is breathtaking and yet so serene.

All around him, it looks like there are televisions. Each one has a different a person on the screen. Some of the people look distraught, others are laughing; a few of them I recognize as family and friends of his. Pointing his index finger to one of the screens, he crooks his finger and the screen comes toward him and enlarges until it is life sized. For some reason, though I can see him and I know the TV is there, I can not see what or who it is that he is viewing.

I watch as his face grows sterner and sterner. He does not like what he sees on the screen. Joel's distress becomes almost unbearable for me to see and when he cries out in pain, I feel it as though it were my own. Burying his face in his hands, I reach out mine to comfort him, but I can not reach him.

As he continues in obvious anguish, I become aware of a person standing behind him. Why didn't I see him before? From head to toe, the man is in black and as he raises his eyes from Joel, he looks directly at me.

It is Benji.

Darkness swirls around him and he looks pale. He has something long and black in his hand. Staring at it closely, I realize it is a 4 pronged pitchfork. The dark look in his eyes shows a contrast between him and Joel that has never been more prominent.

Joel brings his tortured eyes back up to the screen for a long moment. Slowly, his gentle face hardens with righteous anger. I can tell he is making some sort of decision. Once it is made, his eyes darken with determination and Joel stands. Reaching to the light above his head, it looks like he removes the brightest part of it and lays it down on the chair. As he rises up, he stares at Benji. He and Benji lock eyes for a few seconds. Without a sound, Benji hands Joel his pitchfork then Joel turns around, and walks into the giant screen.

Benji places his hands on the back of the chair and continues watching the screen Joel just entered. His face grows tender, soft, as he views it. A lone tear wells in his eye and trickles down his pale cheek. Reaching down into the chair, he picks up the light that Joel left there. The circular ring glows even brighter against his darkness as he places it on his own head.

He walks up to me and I am surprised. I could not reach Joel but for some reason Benji can reach me. The light above his head cascades on to his face and the tears on his cheek look like crystal. Raising his hands, he places them on the sides of my face and for an earth shaking second; I can see clearly what is on his head.

I gasp as I realize that it is a halo.
* * * * * * * * * * * *

"Jade."

"Ben-gee," I whisper still groggy from sleep.

"So you can hear me now?"

"Yeesh," I slur. Struggling to make sense of the world around me, I go over what we just said again in my head. Something should seem strange about this conversation but my sleep blurred mind has trouble grasping what that might be. Before I can sort it all out, I become aware that Benji has his arms around me. His face is next to my ear with his breath sending hot chills down my spine. I turn my face and angle my head.

"Jade?" Benji questions just before I press my mouth against his.

Fire courses through my lips and into my veins. Bringing my hand up, I put it around his neck and pull him closer. Benji stays still for a few seconds then responds the way I want him to. He parts my lips with his tongue and kisses me, exploring my mouth. I delve my own tongue past his inviting lips and lightly curl my fingers over the back of his neck. Benji moans into my mouth and his arms tighten around me.

I slip my fingers down over his throat and he breaks our kiss to look at me. "Just tell me one thing," he whispers breathlessly. "Please, tell me you are awake."

I nod my head to him and move in towards his neck. He tilts his head back as I place kisses on his jaw line, trailing ever downward. Pausing, I lick my lips, then run my tongue over his Adam's apple. His breath catches hard and he grips me reflexively. I smile and latch my lips around this sensitive part of his throat and suck gently.

"Fuck," He hisses as he pulls me back to his mouth. The kiss is much harsher this time. He uses his teeth and I use mine. Tugging on me, he manages somehow to pull me into his lap. I take the opportunity to kiss over to his ear and suck on his earlobe.

Benji runs his hands down from my shoulders to my sides, his thumbs grazing my breasts. Instantly my nipples harden and feel myself becoming wet. On instinct my hips begin to move as I continue my assault on his face and neck with my mouth. He grips my rotating hips and slams his own hips against mine.

"Uhhhh..." I throw my head back with a strangled cry.

"Feel good, Babydoll?" Benji rasps, slamming into me again.

"Yessss, oh God yes," I groan. Finding his shoulders, I claw my fingers into the fabric of his shirt in search of his muscles that I so desperately adore. I can feel how hard his cock is through my thin pants. Pushing roughly against him, I grind as he thrusts. The pleasure is excruciating with each pronounced movement of our newly found rhythm. Gripping him tightly with my hands and legs as he thrusts again, I look him in the eye. "We can make this even better."

Benji stops and stares at me. After a long moment, he lifts me off of him and puts me back in my seat. "No, we can't."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because, you are probably still under the effects of medication and I refuse to take advantage of you," Benji grinds out, running his hand over his face.

My feminine pride is smarting. "So it's not okay to fuck me when I am drugged up, which, by the way, I am not. But it's just peachy keen to turn me on so bad I can hardly breathe, only to stop and then just let me suffer, is that right?"

"Suffer?" Benji repeats, amazed. "Suffer? I know what suffering is. You don't have a clue, Babydoll."

In spite of my anger, I feel a current of pleasure course through me when he uses that pet name again. But I can't let him get away with his condescending statement. "You suffer? With all due respect, when has your cock ever suffered from lack of relief? Playboy bunnies, burlesque beauties, depraved debutantes, and don't even get me started on the ghastly groupies, all begging to fuck, suck, squeeze, and do God only knows what else, just to get the cum out of your cock! If that is suffering, then I am certain there isn't a guy in the world that wouldn't sign up for such torture."

"You make me sound like a slut."

"If the shoe fits..." I spit the words at him, glancing down. His groin is all swelled and there is a huge wet spot over it. Remembering his earlier taunts to Joel, my anger drives me to pay him back. "And you know what I think?"

"Did I ask?"

Ignoring him I dramatically point my hands to his crotch. "I think the reason you threw me off of you is that obviously, you and your slutty self already got what you wanted...Minuteman!"

"First off," Benji growls. "I did not throw you off me. I carefully sat you back down. Second, I haven't cum yet though I damn sure want to and fully intend to do so. And if that makes me a slut in your eyes, that's your problem not mine."

He leans closer to me and makes sure he has my full attention. Without warning he sticks his hand between my legs and pulls it back again before I can stop him. Gasping for air and blushing with embarrassment, I watch as he holds his damp fingers up in front of me.

"Last but not least," He grates, making sure my attention stays on his wet hand. "You are the reason that the front of my pants is soaked, Jade. You, my dear Babydoll...not me."

I want to die. Partly because I am so embarrassed and partly because I still want him badly. Tears sting my eyes and blur my vision. "Then I suggest you enjoy the fucking moment, you bastard, because it will most definitely be the last time."

Benji laughs hoarsely. "No, it won't. But it isn't going down this time because when we do this, you are going to be medication free and I am going to have a clear conscience."

"Go fuck yourself."

"I plan to," Benji says, thickly, his newly wet fingers adding to the damp splotch between his legs as he firmly rubs the bulge. Looking at me with a strange light in his eyes, he offers, "And you can watch me, if you'll be a good lil girl."

I can't breathe. Unshed tears are still in my eyes and my cheeks are red with humiliation. Still yet, all of that does not stop the raging lust that rips through me at the thought of watching sexy Benji masturbate. Every hormone I have releases and settles into my throbbing pussy. I want to watch him. Hell, I'd like to participate.

Then I remember what Joel said about the Wookie and my promise.

Damn.

But wait.

What if it's not me, but the Wookie that strokes himself?

I chew on my bottom lip trying to decide if I can get by with that technicality. I mean after all I basically offered to fuck the guy before he pushed me off of him. Kind of redundant to say no to his proposition, isn't it?

As if reading my mind, Benji says, "We can just tell Joel the truth: that I stroked the Wookie."

Benji felt the decision was made so he ran his palm over the spot on his pants, soaking his hand further. Pulling the waistband out of his pants and boxers, he slips his wet hand down inside, gripping his stiff dick. "God that feels good," He whispers, as he watches his own hand move beneath the soft material.

I watch too. He methodically strokes himself, the powerful muscles flexing slowly in his forearm. My hands twitch wishing I could touch those sexy arms. He has such strength there yet even more impressive is his control. His breathing is a bit erratic and his hips are moving ever so slightly. It is a beautiful site watching Benji respond to his own loving touch.

"Do you want a better view?" Benji asks me, opening his lust-filled eyes.

I nod, not trusting my voice.

"There's a catch," Benji adds, never stopping his slow movements.

My eyebrows shoot up in question.

Smirking, his eyes darken further. "I want you to join me."

I just stare at him without blinking or moving a single muscle.

"I know you want to," Benji coaxes soothingly. "I know how wet you are, remember Babydoll?"

I exhale sharply.

"Slip your hand down your pants," He encourages.

I hesitate, then shake my head no.

"C'mon Jade," Benji groans. "I know for a fact you do it all the time. It's nothing to be ashamed of, Babydoll."

Say what? How the hell does he know I do it all of the time?

"H-how do you know t-that?" I stutter.

Benji smirks. "I've toured with you; and you are not exactly quiet."

A hot blush starts at my head and covers my entire body. He has heard me, fuck! And I don't want to even think about what he heard me say. When I am horny and rubbing off, I am very irresponsible. Chances are very high he has probably heard me say his name as well as Joel's. Oh this is so not good!

"Jade," Benji says calmly. "Chill out, I liked what I heard."

Unsure of his words, I ask, "You did?"

"Yeah," Benji agrees. "Hearing your vocal bliss gave me great pleasure, too."

"Glad I was able to help," I choke out in a sudden haze of lust.

He nods. "So, help me now, Babydoll. Touch yourself and make it feel good for me. I'll even close my eyes for a bit if you want me to."

"No," I whisper quietly.

"Alright," He sighs. "I don't want you to do something you really don't want to do."

"Wait. I mean, I want to do it," I croak. "I was just saying no to you closing your eyes."

Benji sucks in his breath raggedly. It is obvious he likes my boldness. He leans his head back to the head rest and a small smile touches his lips. "Whenever you are ready, then, Babydoll."

Swallowing hard, I open my legs and draw them up closer to me on the foot rest of the recliner. Licking my parched lips, I slide my hand inside my thin silky pajama bottoms and am surprised when I realize I don't have on any underwear. No wonder I made such a mess on him! My eyes fly to Benji's, startled.

He chuckles. "Sorry, I was in a hurry dressing you earlier and panties were the last thing on my mind."

Recalling that he had dressed me, only added fuel to my lusty fire. I close my eyes as my fingers slipped over the apex between my legs. I realize how right Benji had been. I was thoroughly soaked. Panting, I eased my fingers past my shaven lips. Involuntarily, my hips pushed into my exploring hand causing shockwaves of pleasure to explode and spread throughout my body.

"You look so fucking hot," Benji says just above a whisper. "How does it feel, Babydoll?"

"I ache." My voice is rough with the proof of my words.

"Open your eyes," Benji requests, and I oblige him.

Benji has pulled his pants and boxers down to the middle of his thighs and lifts his shirt up. The firelight flickers over his skin and his stiff pricks throbs in time with his heart beat. I used to think it would not be possible for him to seem any hotter to me than he already does.

I now know that I was wrong.

He slides his fingers down the backside of his cock all the way to its base. As Benji brings his fingers back up his length, he pays special attention to his sweet spot on the back of the crown. Gripping his dick lightly, he strokes himself up and down at a fair speed. I watch as he increases the tension in his grip, thrusting his hips into his palm. After a few hard strokes, he stops and repeats the entire process again causing his gorgeous cock to leak precum down the shaft and on to his hand. Teasing himself mercilessly, he continues putting on one helluva hot show for a very captive audience of one: me.

My own fingers rub my hard little clit slowly. If I speed up the way he does, I'll be a goner. Every so often I slip a finger inside myself and press hard several times, then slip back to my sensitive nub. The intoxication of it all is getting to me. I won't be able to stay this way long.

"Benji," I finally whisper. "I'm close."

He shudders and stills his hand on his cock. "Then cum for me, Babydoll."

"I want to cum with you." My fingers become still too.

"You will," He assures me. "But I have a promise to keep first." He resumes moving his hand but at a snails pace. "Are you multi-orgasmic or a one shot type?"

Wow, that was to the point. "I can cum as many times as I choose to do so."

"Lots of little ‘o's or is there a big bang in there somewhere?" He asks lazily running his fingers down his cock. I don't know why, but I feel like he already knows the answer to these questions. We've never discussed this that I know of, but I can't shake the feeling that this conversation is more for my benefit than his.

"The third one is usually the best," I admit truthfully, imitating his fingers' movement on my own swollen clit.

"Excellent," He nods. "Do you know what an ‘almost' is?"

"No."

"It's also called edging."

Recognition of that word is all over my face.

"I see that you‘ve heard the term," Benji laughs quietly. "I am going to edge twice tonight." His eyes held mine in his gaze as he continued. "I want you to get really close and I'll stroke my cock until it's ready to burst. I want you to tell me when you are cumming and I'll keep stroking. Then one stroke before the point of no return, I am going to stop and ‘almost' cum; but instead of letting it go, I‘ll wait and hold it back for you."

That is the sexiest thing a man has ever said to me. "But why are you doing this?"

"Because," He reminds me seductively, his voice lowering. "I promised you: for every one orgasm you give me, I'll give you three. I am a man of my word."

At this moment, I swear I can actually see Joel's halo from my dream on top of Benji's sweet head.

"Ready?" He asks, softly.

"Yes," I respond.

Tightening his grasp on his prick, he starts a steady stroking rhythm. I synch the tight circles from my fingers on my clit with each pump of his fist. Moaning, I spread my legs further as my heels find the edge of the couch. The sensations are intense and it is difficult for me to keep my eyes open but I don't want to shut them. My mind wants to record every last second of Benji's powerful forearm jacking his stiff prick. Keeping my eyes fixed on his arm, hand, and dick, I feel my pussy clenching and know I am very close.

"Benji, I can't take this," I moan. "I need to cum..."

"Hold on, Babydoll," Benji pants. "Just a few more seconds."

I do my best to do as he asks. "Tell me when."

Benji thrusts hard into his hand as he grunts and groans. He gets louder and louder with each stroke. I am in torment watching his muscles strain and his beautiful body struggle. His eyes lock with mine and he says, "Now, Babydoll, cum for me."

He doesn't have to ask twice. Three more tight circles on my clit and the waves of ecstasy crash down on me, smothering my mind, and causing Benji's eyes to be the only thing I can see. "Ohhhh!" I cry out, unable to do any more. Riding each divine wave, I continue to watch Benji, letting my eyes wander down to his cock.

Benji is still stroking at a steady pace. His dick is leaking quite a bit and the head is almost purple. With every stroke, he takes his index finger over the slit, effectively rubbing his sweet spot and lubing his aching prick with his precum. Suddenly, his cock hardens even more.

"Babydoll?" He rasps. "This is for you."

Taking one last stroke, he thrusts into his hand and then lets go of his dick. It pulses wildly, dangerously close to orgasm. Benji's precum oozes out of the head of his cock and he moans, still moving his hips slightly. I watch as his self made lube pools just below his belly button. To his credit, he does not cum and I am impressed by his control. Looking at his face, he looks like he is pain.

Feeling guilty, I ask, "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah," He whispers, still looking at me. "But it hurts good. I like being this hard for you and it's all going to be worth it when the 3rd one gets here."

"Do you do this a lot?"

Benji closed his eyes for a second as he comes down further. "I have since I was a teenager."

"So you get off on self-torture," I half-way joke, smiling.

"Something like that," He answers opening his gorgeous eyes. "Are you ready for round two?"

I nod and barely stroke my sensitive clit. I know just how much pressure it can stand and seeing as I have not engaged my g-spot yet, I know I definitely have the best saved for number three. In no time, I am making tight circles again and my hips gyrate wildly. Sweat drips down my neck as I watch Benji loosely pumping his fist up and down his cock.

Benji is very erratic now with his strokes. His body jerks hard and I know he is fighting the urge to cum. Every time he spasms, I get closer to my own destination spurred on by the fact this amazing man is doing this for me.

"Uh, shit I want you Jade," He scowls as his body jerks again. "You have no idea how hard my fucking cock is right now for you. Don't you know how hard you always get it for me? I fucking swear hard is a damn fashion statement for me when you are near."

"Benji," I moan. "Getting c-close..."

He speeds up his fist. "Take yourself over the edge; I'll catch you, Babydoll, I promise."

Bucking wildly into my fingers, his words throw me over the edge and I scream as the bliss races through my body. I ride it out as my attention turns to Benji once again.

"Just about...there," He gasps. "Oh fuck..."

Benji writhes as he lets go of his cock. A tortured cry breaks free from deep within his chest and his ache becomes my ache. He doesn't voluntarily move his hips this time and I can see why. The veins on his dick are all swelled out and I can actually see his heart beating as blood pumps furiously through them. His dick looks inflamed with the head even bigger than his first edge. I admire the glisten of his precum all up and down the shaft, on the crown, and all over his stomach. It hurts to watch him in such pleasurable agony but it is a huge turn on as well. Benji whimpers as he continues to squirm, gripping the cushion in the couch underneath him.

"Shhh..." I shush him caringly. "I'm so proud of you holding it back for me. Breath deep and come down for me so that we can go back there together."

"Uhhh..." He cries out as his body involuntarily thrusts up. "J-Jade, I need you."

White hot lust shoots brightly past my eyes. "W-what?" I stutter.

"I need you, Babydoll," He says again, finally starting gain a margin of control. "I need to be inside of you."

Now it is my turn to writhe uncontrollably.

"Promise me, one day soon I will be," He whispers barely audible and I read his lips more than hear his words.

My throat closes up with thick emotion. "I promise."

"Say it," He urges me forward, his beautiful face contorted in painful pleasure. "I wanna hear you say it."

"I promise you, Benji, that one day soon you will be inside of me."

He whispers thank you and closes his eyes. I close mine too as the full realization of what I have just done hits me. Come hell or high-water, one way or another, I will fuck Benji Madden someday soon. I just made it inevitable.

But what about now?

I respect the fact that he wants to wait to ensure I haven't taken any medicine. In all truth, he was correct that I do still have some of the stuff active in my system. So, he did what was right by me in refusing my offer. What can I do that's right for him now though?

My answer finds me as I open my eyes and look down.

"Benji," I say quietly. He opens his eyes and looks at me.

"What Babydoll?"

"I was wondering," I say shyly.

He raises his eyebrows. "About?"

"Well," I smile. "I was wondering if you would like...a better view?"

"Are you sure?" He questions me searching my face.

Payback time. "There's a catch."

"And what is that?" Benji says smiling, enjoying the fact I am turning his words around on him.

"After we are done," I say, quietly. "I want you to hold me for the rest of the night."

"I'm sorry," He shakes his head. "But you'll have to pick something else."

"Oh," I respond, feeling pain and shame for asking. Of course, this doesn't mean to him what it does to me. Oh God, I've just promised to fuck him...and maybe that won't mean anything to him either.

"Do you want to know why you need to pick something else?" Benji asks.

"Why?" I repeat, not looking at him. I don't really want to hear his answer.

"Babydoll," Benji's voice reverberates with aching tenderness. "Whether or not you give me a better view, I already made up my mind earlier today, long before all of this, that I am going to fucking hold you all night long...and longer if you will let me."

His words sink in and I meet his eyes. "You are?"

"I am," He affirms. "And though I don't want to, we can stop right now and do it if you need to rest."

Benji is sincere. He would stop and hold me for the rest of the night if I asked him to.

I smile at him. "I don't want to stop."

"Thank God," He sighed heavily in relief and I laugh. Smiling at me he says, "I have a better something for you to pick."

I ask him what with my eyes.

"Sit beside me and let me hold you while we cum," He suggests then quickly adds, "No other touching is required."

Smiling, I get up and move to sit beside him on his left side. "Like this?"

"No," Benji says, raising his arm and placing it around my shoulders. "More like this."

Benji looks deeply into my eyes, then bends his head and pop kisses me on the mouth. "Now behave," He admonishes me. "I am only human and I can only take so much."

"I'll be good as long as you are good," I retort.

"Shit, then we are both gonna get screwed," Benji jokes.

"Hey," I smartly point out. "You were the one who didn't want to fuck in the first place."

"And it is still the right decision," Benji says. He pecks my lips again and looks very serious. "I'm glad you can hear me now."

Suddenly, what I couldn't quite piece together when I woke up, clicks into place. My horrible attack was over and my hearing was back! Happiness poured through me and it must have shown on my face.

"You just realized that didn't you," Benji observes.

"Yeah."

Leaning down, he kisses my lips slowly and pauses. "Then let's celebrate it."

Opening my lips, I slid my tongue into his, tasting him. The fiery taste of his mouth burns through me. As we kiss, I feel his body rock gently and realize he must be stroking his cock. Knowing that, makes the kiss even better for me. I break the kiss gently and look at his closed eyes.

"Open your eyes, Benji," I breath. His eyes open and fixate on me.

Working my hips, I manage to scoot my pants down my legs to about the same place Benji's are on his. Lifting my shirt, I realize I don't have to bother with a bra either. My breasts respond to the sudden air and my nipples stand out hard and proud. In a lot of ways, I feel that, sexually, my breasts are my best feature. And I intend to use that right now.

Knowing Benji is watching my every move, I keep my eyes on his face as I run my hands over my breasts. Tweaking my nipples, sighing, and massaging them with my hands, I am please to see Benji's face contort in pleasure. His forearm starts flexing and pumping his cock faster, giving me a fantastic view that I can not only see, but feel with his body next to me.

Trailing my hands down, I draw up my knees, slightly, I lay my right leg over Benji's left leg. He sees what I am doing and spreads his legs further to accommodate mine. Plunging my fingers into my pussy, I purposefully do so in a dramatic fashion, arching my back and moaning loudly.

"Holy fuck!" Benji yells, and actually has to stop stroking.

"Benji?"

"Don't stop, Babydoll," He rasps. "I had to quit so I can wait for you."

His arm is holding me hard against him and his breathing is choppy and rapid. I look at his face, and see that his skin is flushed red all the way down his neck. Benji keeps his hand on his leg, but his hips are thrusting slowly. Just the sight of him in this state is enough to make my clit start throbbing.

Ignoring the pulsing nub, I work my finger in and out of my pussy, quickly adding a second. Throwing my head back, I feel Benji move forward and I know he is watching everything. Thrusting my fingers in and out, I take long pauses to press hard and frantic against my g-spot.

"Fuck your sweet fingers, Babydoll," Benji achingly says as he starts to stroke his dick again sporadically. "Fuck yourself good for me." Leaning down to my ear, he whispers hotly, "And just remember, one of these days that is going to be my hard throbbing cock, not your fingers."

"Fuck!" I scream. Angling my wrist and spreading my legs wider, massage my clit with the heel of my palm under my thumb, while my fingers bang my g-spot hard. "Benji..."

"What Babydoll?"

"I'm so fucking close, baby."

I feel Benji's body jerk extra hard and a hoarse cry is wrenched from his lips. Opening my eyes, I look at him and see his eyes are closed in what looks like terrible pain. Bewildered and worried, I ask, "Are you alright?"

"Say it again," He pleads opening his passion filled eyes and staring into mine. "I like it when you call me baby."

Understanding rips through me. "Baby, you are making this feel too good. I can't take much more."

Benji's lips crash against mine as our bodies' race toward culmination. Sweat pours down his face and neck as my legs start trembling. Clasping me to him, our rhythm is mutual. Seconds from now, we will both be spiraling toward nirvana.

Breaking the kiss, Benji warns, "Jade, I'm almost there."

Looking in his eyes, I gasp, "I'm there too...cum for me Baby, cum for me..."

"JADE!" Benji's hips lift off the couch as he violently fucks his palm. Long white ropes of cum seemingly self-propel out of his spasming dick again and again. He coats his stomach, pants, and my leg as his orgasm rages through his writhing body. Each time he shoots his cum, my name blasts from his lips over and over.

"BENJI!" Screaming his name, I find pure ecstasy as my g-spot contracts hard in time with my clit and bursts of light go off in my eyes. I yell and moan his name with each hard orgasmic contraction as my own pleasure rocks me to my very core. Together we float back down to earth until every wave of pleasure has subsided.

Resting my head on Benji's shoulder, he cuddles me close to him. I know we both need to go clean up and I wonder briefly, in amusement, if I am going to be able to walk to my bathroom and bedroom. Yawning, I look around the room enjoying the afterglow and the firelight. Out of the corner of my eye to the left, a flutter of movement catches my attention. Raising my head up, I glance over at the loveseat and my heart nearly stops beating.

Joel is sitting there watching us!
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