by Ivy Harper
I broke the kiss. “Please, fuck me already.”
“So impatient.” I could feel the hot press of his dick against my sex.
“Shit, you’re so fucking ready for me, love.”
He pressed his forehead against mine as he positioned himself and slowly pushed forward. I looked down so I could watch as his hips flexed against mine, his length entered me inch by inch. There was a slight pinch as he pushed in deeper followed by the uncomfortable feeling of my pussy stretching around him.
I saw as his eyes widened at the slight resistance, but I ignored it and proactively lifted my hips to take more of him. I gasped when he flexed his hips forward, fully impaling me. Together we just stilled, breathing as my body adjusted to his size and this new sensation.
At that moment, we were in sync with every inhale and exhale we shared. “Jazzy?”
I knew what he was asking me as the struggle to hold back was clear in his expression.
“Move, Tak. Please, move.”
“Shit.” He pulled back and thrust into me with his full strength. The feeling was akin to electricity running through my body, bringing all my nerve endings to life.
“Fuck, I knew it would be perfect,” he muttered as he covered my neck and chest with kisses.
My heart pounded in my ears. His low worded compliments and dirty words sounded better to me than a Rejected One song. Our skin sliding against each other’s became another form of torture I wished would never end.
“More, ah, fuck me, Tak,” I yelled as he took me further and further down the rabbit hole.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. My mind stayed somewhere between pain and pleasure. Everything felt too intense. I was swiftly losing my grip on reality.
The sound of my heartbeat matched his. Pretty soon I could barely make out what I was saying.
“I… I… Tak.”
He grunted. “Shit, go ahead. I’m there… fuck.”
My body tightened like a bow string as I sucked in a tight breath. Tak’s grip on my hips tightened until I was sure there would be bruises there. With a shout, he expanded inside me before a sudden warmth filled me.
The edges of my vision darkened as he continued thrusting his hips, filling me to the brim with his cum. I could barely move as he rested on top of me. Funny enough I didn’t find it uncomfortable.
I liked his weight on me. Spent and exhausted, the two of us rested against each other without moving.
“So… you’re an untapped pussy.” I didn’t have the strength to hit him.
“Shut up.”
He chuckled, rubbing his jaw against my chest. “I miss when you only said more.”
Deciding to ignore him was the best remedy, I closed my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I awoke to him carrying me up the stairs. I tried to stay awake, but soon enough I fell back to sleep.
Chapter 40
Untouched
Tak
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Early the next morning, I sat in a chair in the corner of the bedroom. I watched as Jazz slept. I never thought she’d be a virgin.
In fact, with my head clear enough to think about it, I wondered if she would wake up to regret giving me her first time. Most the women I’d been with had been experienced. I’d never wanted the emotional stress that came with being a woman’s first.
Being the fuck ‘em and leave ‘em type, I never wanted anyone to entrust me with something like that. I felt like I was completely out of my depth. Like what the fuck was I supposed to do the day after?
Should I give her flowers or chocolates? Would Jazz expect me to propose? I brushed a frustrated hand through my hair.
Jazz released a low groan as she shifted under the covers. I stilled and waited for her to wake up. A small part of me expected her to open her eyes, see me, and immediately say she regretted the whole fucking thing, but as usual she managed to act outside of my expectations.
Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes. I was flashed by a bright gray iris. Astonished, I barely took in her small wave, sleepy lover’s smile, and her raspy voice when she said, “Morning.”
She pushed her blanket aside and gave me a beautiful view of her nude body as she got out of the bed to go to the bathroom. I still hadn’t moved from the chair. I was too occupied with thinking about what I’d just seen. Jazz’s eyes were gray, I’d never noticed before. I wondered why she covered them with brown contacts.
The door to the bathroom opened, derailing my thoughts as she looked over at me. “Sorry, I didn’t ever show you where the extra clothes were, but I see you found them on your own.”
“It’s fine, it didn’t take long to find them in the guest room drawer. I figured it was better to let you sleep a little longer.”
So far, so good.
“Thanks,” she said as she disappeared back into the bathroom.
This time she didn’t close the door and I could hear the shower running. Rising from the chair, I walked to the door and bit my lip at the sight of her standing behind a clear shower curtain. The water ran down between her perky breasts and disappeared between her lovely thighs. I completely forgot about her contacts at the sight of her wet body.
“Jazz?”
She looked over at me through the plastic curtain. “Mm?”
I pulled off the T-shirt I wore and shoved my pants down. “I think I need to shower.”
She turned and pulled the curtain aside, giving me a weird look. “Didn’t you already take a shower?”
I shook my head. “No, I didn’t. Something you’ll learn eventually is that all men…” I paused, frowning. “Fuck that, you don’t need to know about other men. Just know I prefer to shower with you in the morning.”
She laughed as I shoved the curtain fully aside and entered the shower. “Is that so?”
“Yeah, that’s so.” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. “I like showering, especially after a good night’s fuck.”
She gave me a naughty smile as she reached down and grabbed my dick boldly. God, I loved a woman who knew how to take action.
“Then what do you think of morning sex?” she asked. “Is that something you prefer or are you more of a night fucker?”
“I like it. I like it a lot. It’s my favorite morning workout,” I said as I bent down and picked her up. “Shit, this is the best. I knew there was an advantage to you being short.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist as I slowly entered her. Jazz slapped my shoulder. “I’m five-eight. I’m not short. You’re just too tall… ah.” Her moan was music to my ears. From now on, I’d stop all her lecturing with a single stroke.
Pretty soon I gave her more reasons to be loud. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the bathroom. Her body was slick and rubbed against mine. I turned us so her back pressed against the wall and I could thrust deeper into her welcoming pussy.
“Only me.” I took her lips in a deep kiss. Breaking the kiss, I said, “Only me, Jazz.”
She bit her lip and nodded as she closed her eyes, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to hear her say it.
“Say it. Tell me I’m the only one for you.”
She opened her eyes, those dark orbs meeting mine. “Only you, no one else,” she said, her voice rough and filled with desire. “Now fuck my brains out.”
I reached and grabbed her throat. Tightening my hold, I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Don’t rush.” I brushed a kiss against her cheek. “You’ll barely feel your toes when I’m done.”
Her pussy clamped on my dick. I pulled it out before I slammed back in like it was a battering ram. I fucked her until she screamed my full name.
It was to our advantage that I was physically fit. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to beat her pussy until she saw stars. Of course, one round wasn’t enough, I needed at least two more before I got my fill. Fucking Jazz was my new favorite pastime, but I wondered when she’d let me see her real eyes.
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“Do you want chocolate chips on your pancakes?” Jazz asked from where she stood in front of the stove.
I looked up from my cell phone. “Are you insane?” I exclaimed, giving her a look of disbelief. “Of course I want chocolate chips on my pancakes.”
I sat on a stool at the kitchen counter with the smell of buttermilk and chocolate surrounding me. As the radio played “Better” by Khalid—someone I had heard about but had never really listened to. When I’d told Jazz this, she’d looked at me like I was a criminal.
I watched her sing along and shake her hips as she walked over to the fridge to pull out a few ingredients. She wore a long T-shirt and shorts that I couldn’t help but thank for the occasional flash of her ass. She moved gracefully behind the counter.
“I should have known. I’ve seen your stash of sweets.”
I gave her a deadpan look. “Why are you saying that like there’s something wrong with it? I work out. I deserve a Twinkie every once in a while.”
She laughed. “I’ve seen you put not one, but three of them in your satchel and if it wasn’t for the fact that Chelsea stopped you, you would have added a chocolate brownie. You have a sugar addiction.”
“You know what, I don’t need this type of negativity in the morning,” I huffed.
She walked over to the counter and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Does that make you feel better?”
I moved so I could kiss her fully on the mouth before I rubbed our noses together. “I think I need another one to fully feel better.”
She gave me another kiss. I smiled against her lips. “Good girl.”
“Are you sure you’re feeling better now?” she asked. Her voice full of that teasing tone that made me want to take her on the counter.
I shook my head. “You really shouldn’t tease me too much. I don’t think your newly touched pussy could take it.”
“Oh God. How many times are you going to say that?” she asked.
“I’m proud of myself. I was gentle enough so that you could walk.” I motioned to her, then spread my arms wide. “Behold, you aren’t walking bowlegged.”
I dodged the punch she aimed at me and hopped off the stool, grabbing my phone. The screen was filled with missed text messages from Chelsea, Kole, my band members, and surprisingly also from Pit and Skittles. I hadn’t thought my disappearance would cause citywide panic. I’d only been off the grid for a night.
I didn’t want to respond to any of them but seeing as I’d been accused of trying to commit suicide a month and a half ago, I knew I should. Although, I really didn’t want to leave the comfortable cabin yet.
“Okay, okay, I know when I’m not wanted. I’m going out to the porch to make a phone call,” I said.
She hummed in acknowledgment of what I said as she turned her attention to cooking breakfast. Leaving the kitchen, I walked outside. I stretched my arms up, breathing in the chilly air.
It felt good to be out here with Jazz. No one fucking demanding I do shit I didn’t want to. I was shocked to find such peace in Bridge Lake, a place I’d been avoiding since I left. Deciding to bite the bullet, I called Pit first.
“Where the fuck are you?”
“Well, hello to you too, sunshine. How are you doing on this perfectly sunny morning?” I said cheerfully.
“Eat shit, Tak. Why haven’t you been answering my texts?”
“I was busy doing something your old ass probably needs a pill for. Fucking.”
“Oh, well, I guess you don’t want to know the name of the second guy who’s got it out for you.”
“Who’s the second guy?”
“Tony Enson. I had to go to some dark doors for this. And once again, the fucker worked at your label. I’m starting to think your label needs to do a better job of looking into their employees’ backgrounds.”
Hearing that both of my attackers had worked at my label was more than a little disturbing to hear.
“Anything else?”
Pit released a heavy breath before he continued. “I’m still looking into the one who dropped the stage light. His ass is gone in the wind at the moment, but we know I catch air.”
“Shit, I thought we could at least get some eyes on him,” I said just as the door opened behind me and Jazzy stepped outside. I lowered my phone casually.
“Hey, the pancakes are done. Hurry up and come inside before they get cold.”
Forcing myself to smile, I said, “I’ll be right there.”
“Don’t blame me if I eat them all,” she joked before going back inside.
“All right, when I’m headed back I’ll call you and we can continue this then,” I said to Pit.
“Again, where the fuck are you?” Pit asked, sounding exasperated with me.
I debated over whether or not I should tell him.
“Tak?”
“Bridge Lake.”
“You’re fucking kidding me.” He burst out in laughter. “Shit, didn’t you say you’d never go back?”
I shrugged, though he couldn’t see it. “Pussy can make you do some amazing things.”
“Point made,” Pit said. “Anyway, one last thing. Skittles sent out a mass text for you all to come to the bar. Don’t ignore her. She’s not playing with you anymore.”
I thought it over. Was it time for me to stop avoiding my brothers and sister?
“Yeah, I’ll be there.”
“Later.”
The line went dead, and I went back inside.
I would deal with everything once we got back. For that moment, I enjoyed my morning with the woman who’d given me a haven away from the rest of the world.
Chapter 41
Reunion
Tak
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Pit’s bar was on the other side of Vander City and usually boasted a good-sized crowd. Skittles had asked us to meet up on a night that wasn’t a peak night, so the parking lot wasn’t filled. I’d given Jazz the day off.
She’d bucked at it at first, but I’d reminded her that she hadn’t taken her usual time off on Monday. She’d reluctantly left this morning.
Getting out of my car, I nervously checked my reflection in the window of my truck. Another attempt at stalling before I had to face the others.
“How much longer are you going to check yourself out?” Deacon shouted from the open window of his car as he pulled up.
I turned around to see him get out of his parked car. He wore his usual ensemble of a black T-shirt and black aviator glasses. The tattoos that decorated his arms stood out against his skin.
“Don’t sound so bitter, old man. It’s rare to have a face worth looking at.” I gave him a sympathetic look. “One day someone will love you for your personality, trust this little brother of yours.”
He flipped me off.
“Sorry, can’t. Would love to but can’t,” I said as we walked toward Pit’s bar.
Entering the bar, I spotted Skittles sitting there, she waved at me. “About time you showed your little ass up.”
I walked over to her, keeping a look out for the single person I didn’t want to run into. “Well, I know you guys can’t live without me. So, I figured I’d grace you losers with my presence.”
“Don’t play with me, Tak.”
“Baby, relax. I got his ass.”
I froze a few feet away from Skittles. A chill running down my spine as the familiar voice came from behind me. Forcing a smile to my lips, I whipped around.
Of course, it was Pit. He was the only one in the group who could give me this sort of vibe. He looked me over, his expression empty of emotion.
“Kid, there are so many things I could say right now. You’re lucky I didn’t show up without Skittles and kick your fucking door in.” His voice never raised and he kept a straight face. “If you didn’t show up tonight, it would have been a problem. I’m not playing these games with you. You’ve been rolling in shit, shit I can solve.”
/> I balled my hands at my sides, keeping my strained smile. “Good to know.”
Deacon entered the bar along with Luke, who looked like he’d just woken up. “Skittles, you really called everyone in, didn’t you?” Luke said giving a big yawn.
Skittles hopped off the stool she’d been sitting on and walked over to my side. She placed a comforting hand on my back. Similar to how she’d done when I’d been nothing more than a snot-nosed kid.
“Tak, I told you a long time ago, I. Will. Fuck. Someone. Up. For. You. Someone signed a check they can’t cash. You may be going through a ton of shit, but you have a team of fighters around you. It’s time we remind him of that,” she said looking at the guys before turning back to me. “You fucked up big time you little shit. This was supposed to come to our door from day one. You’re going to stop acting like a little pussy tonight. It’s not becoming.”
I shot her an annoyed look. “You don’t have to keep shooting me when I’m already down, you know.”
Pit shook his head. “Come on, Ox will get us drinks and we can get down to business.”
“Yes, the main reason I decided to come,” Luke said as he followed him to the back room.
“I’m not drinking that disgusting beer Ox keeps trying to get us into. Oh my God, I love him, but that trash is a no for me,” Skittles said as she left my side and followed Pit.
Deacon walked over and gave me a knowing look. “We’re pretty much know about everything, thanks to Pit. He never stopped keeping an eye on you and your situation. Honestly, we already knew you wouldn’t have done something as selfish as kill yourself on Skittles’ day. I know Skittles already said this before, but we’re family, kid. We’re never going to just disappear on you. We’re Assholes for life, and that means you’re stuck with us for life, okay?”
I looked away from his probing stare and nodded. “I know.”
“Good.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me along behind him. “Now let’s get some free drinks.”
