A One Night Stand
By: Goth Freak
Benji stared at his reflection in another hotel room's mirror. Everything was the same. The tours, the buses, the hotel rooms. The people. The people were so fucking fake, it made him want to puke.
Sure, he was famous. Sure, he had money. Sure, he could get any girl in bed with him.
But he was lonely. Benjamin Levi Madden was lonely. And when he felt lonely, a sudden indescribable urge overtook him. He couldn't control it, and he didn't want to. He needed sex.
Strolling towards the bar, he spotted a girl gulping down her overflowing screwdriver. He admired how her lips curved to let the liquid flow willingly into her mouth, her head slightly back. And then he suddenly felt the bulge in between his legs when she licked her deep red lips with such eager and delight.
"Can I buy you another drink?" He arched his eyebrow, winking at this mysterious girl when she glanced at him.
"Sure," she smiled wickedly at him, letting him know she knew what was running wild in his sick, twisted head of his.
He took a seat next to her, jerking his head towards her when the bartender focused his attention on him. The bartender smirked, serving many women 'Benji-drinks' before.
"I'm Benji, by the way," he introduced himself, extending a tattooed hand.
"Adah." She simply stated, taking his hand with her small, fragile one. She quickly glanced over the lettering that was fixed on his knuckles, and noted to herself how brave this Benji guy was to get a tattoo there.
"Beautiful name." The bartender slid her drink towards her, rolling his eyes at Benji's bad flirting.
"I suppose," She sighed heavily, before bringing the screwdriver up to her lips, making them curve once again. She could feel Benji watching her attentively, and it made her a little excited. She had gone through seven long months without any intimate contact with another person, and her sex drive was increasing with every passing second in this bar.
She pulled out a cigarette from her small, beaded bag. "Mind?" She asked, politely.
"Not at all." Benji responded, never taking his eyes off of this Adah girl. Her long black hair, her lips pursed, her sweet and intoxicating scent was the only thing Benji could see at the moment. Everything else had become a blur.
"It's getting kinda stuffy in here, would you mind stepping outside for a bit?" She asked, finished her drink before dragging the cigarette back to her mouth for another deep, long drag.
"Let's go." Benji quickly took her hand, and made his way out of the overcrowded bar.
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"You don't talk much." Adah giggled, apparently drunk. She was lying stretched out on her small apartment couch, while Benji was quietly seated on her living room rug.
"I have nothing to talk about." He grinned, watching her large blue eyes squint. He figured she was having blurred vision, him being the drunken expert and all..
"So, Benji," She started, taking off her exotic purple shoes. "Why is it that you sat there in that bar, never touching a drop of an alcoholic beverage?" Her eyes rose to meet his.
"Recovering alcoholic." He simply confessed, lowering his eyes to her, now wrinkled, tight black tube top.
"Ah, I see. Why is it that a recovering alcoholic, like yourself, was at a bar?" She giggled, crawling to him.
"Just looking for love," Benji grinned, watching as she climbed onto his lap.
"Love?" She questioned. "At a bar?" He nodded, staring at her lips that seemed to amaze him to no end. "That's a little odd." She breathed out, feeling the heat rising within her.
Adah brought her fingers to his parted lips, and ran her fingertips across them. She parted her lips, as well, and stared into Benji's chocolate brown eyes. She saw the passion and lust flashing in them, and traveled her fingers from his lips, to his chin, and up again to his creasing forehead.
"You're so beautiful," Benji whispered, but was silenced by her lips caressing his. He had to shut his eyes completely, enjoying the feeling of their physical contact. He dipped his tongue inside her mouth, and she caressed it with her own.
Adah pulled away first, taking a second to pull off her top, along with unzipping her pants. Benji stared with amazement, the realization that she wasn't wearing a bra exciting him more. A smirk played at his lips, and he began to leave trails of butterfly kisses along her neck, jawline, and down in between her full-rounded breasts.
Adah drew her head back, moaning at the sensation firing through her body, and shivering at the coldness of his lip rings. "Benji." She moaned his name, making Benji roam her body with his experimental hands. He took one of her hard nipples in his mouth, gently sucking while his tongue swirled around it, causing her cries of pleasure increase in volume.
Suddenly, he felt her hands fumble with his belt buckle, and a hand slipping in his pants. He groaned, and she bit her lower lip to control her screams. She held his hard-on in her hands, rubbing it with her gentle, yet experienced fingers.
Benji's head shot up, and she saw his eyes were tightly shut. The warmth of her hand, wrapped tightly around his manhood was giving him such incredible pleasure. Sweat began to form on his brow, and his breaths became pants. He wasn't going to be able to hold this one out.
Adah grinned, knowing the effect she was having on him. She quickly redrew her hand and took off his shoes. Soon after, she rid him of his pants, Rancid T-shirt, and dark blue boxers.
She then threw off her panties before hovering her hotness over his manhood. Adah sat down on it, crying out as it filled her completely. She looked at Benji, feeling his hands tightly on her hips, and all she could see was his tattooed neck. He had his head back, his lips in a pout, and she leaned forward to suck on his colorful neck.
As soon as she felt comfortable to his size, she began to ride him with a torturous, slow pace.
Up and down. Up and down. Over and over again.
"Oh God.. Benji.." She moaned, biting down on his pierced lower lip. She couldn't take the slow pace anymore, so she began to ride him fast.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
"Fuck.. Fuck.." Benji groaned every time she would sit on his erect penis. He loved having her walls surrounding him. "Fuck.. Ride it, Adah.. Fucking ride it.." He whispered in her ear, making her go faster and crashing down on him harder. "Fuck my dick."
"No, Benji." She stopped, abruptly. He stared at her in utter shock, narrowing his eyes.
"What?" He heavily breathed out.
She leaned forward until her mouth was near his ear. "Fuck my hot.. wet.. hungry.. pussy.." She whispered slowly, before licking up his entire ear.
Benji swallowed hard and grabbed her hips, laying her down on the rug. He positioned himself between her legs, and slammed into her. "Benji!" She cried out, digging her long black nails into his shoulder.
With each thrust Benji give, Adah would cry out louder. "God.. Fuck.. Oh Fuck.." Benji groaned, leaning down and sucking on one of her nibbles.
"Benji.. Harder.. Faster.." Adah screamed, getting what she wanted.
Benji slammed into her hard, knowing he was going to leave bruises inside of her walls. He trailed a hand down between her legs, and began to rub on her clit.
"Benji.. Oh my God! That feels.. so.. incredible.. Oh God.."
"I can't hold it.." He grunted.
"I can't.. either.." She cried out, meeting his fast, and rough thrusts. "Benji.. Ah.. Oh.. Rub me.. Rub me harder!"
Benji rubbed her clit harder, and she came onto his throbbing dick. But he kept on thrusting into her, riding out her orgasm. His hot, sticky juices shot into her, the hotness of it making her feel complete.
He collapsed on her sweaty body, completely tired out. They both panted heavily, and Benji pulled out of her, lying on his back next to her.
"Whoa.." He said, grinning.
"Wow.." Adam replied, looking over at him. "That was fucking.."
"Unbelievable." He finished for her.
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Twenty minutes later, Adah was at the door, saying good-bye to Benji. "Here's my number," She said, handing him a card. "You know, for whenever you're around and feel you need to search for love." She giggled.
"Here's my cell," He said, handing her his own card. "You know, for whenever you're in the mood for some phone sex."
"Thank you." She smiled, sweetly.
Benji leaned over, placing a small kiss on her cheek. "No, thank YOU," He whispered in her ear.
With that, he turned around and walked down the apartment building staircase.