Broken Rock

by K. A. Finn

  He digs his fingers into his wrist as she pulls the ring into her mouth again. ‘Fuck. Is that right?’

  Before she answers she licks him, moving her tongue slowly up his length. ‘A lot more than I thought I would.’

  He glances down as she plays with them again. She’s the first one who hasn’t shied away from them or asked if he’d take them out. If anything, she doesn’t look like she can get enough of them. She slips the ring into her mouth and sucks, pulling it gently and driving him fucking crazy.

  ‘Fuck. You can play with them as much as you want.’

  She smiles up at him then slowly slips him into her mouth. Her warm, wet mouth works him hard as her tongue targets the ring every time she moves up his dick. Her other hand grips him tightly as she increases her pace.

  He doesn’t want her to stop but he’s not about to shoot into her mouth. The pressure builds and somehow, although fuck knows how, he convinces his brain to get with the program. ‘Chloe. Fuck, I’m close.’

  Instead of pulling away, she takes him deeper into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around him. When she pulls at his nipple piercing while her tongue slips under the ring in his dick, he loses the little control he had left. His shout is loud and he seriously couldn’t give a fuck.

  The orgasm rocks through his body in waves as he empties himself into her mouth. Chloe’s tongue rubs against the underside of his dick, keeping the pressure on as she grips him tightly in her mouth. When his dick finally stops pulsing, she pulls back while sucking him which does fuck all to calm him down.

  Tate peels his fingers out of his wrist and drapes his arm over his face. ‘Fuck me.’

  Chloe peers at him under his arm, a playful smile on her face. ‘Did I not just do that?’

  ‘Too damn right you did. I reckon it’s my turn to say wow.’

  ∞

  Chloe’s heart hammers in her chest as Tate suddenly flips them over, covering her with his body. He slips his hand around the back of her neck and draws her closer. Chloe’s lips part and Tate sinks his tongue in. Unlike at the cliff top, this kiss is torturously slow. He explores her mouth, every stroke hitting her core and sending waves of pleasure through her.

  His hand slides from behind her head, his fingers tracing along her jaw and down her neck. She moans as he moves down to her breast, brushing his fingers over her nipple. Goosebumps follow in his finger’s wake, down her side and across her stomach.

  His fingers find the laced edge of her panties and makes quick work of them, throwing them behind him. His hand caresses her entrance, teasing her by just being there then with a thrust his finger penetrates her. His tongue in her mouth and his finger deep inside her keep perfect timing, making her feel dizzy. She buries her hands in his dark hair and pulls him against her, crushing their mouths together. She wants more but he’s holding her back, keeping control. Chloe moans and rocks against his hand, rubbing his palm against her clit as he strokes her inside and out.

  Tate adds another finger, stretching and filling her, all the while kissing her deep enough to leave her breathless. She grinds against his hand, desperate for the orgasm growing with every stroke of his fingers.

  But then Tate slowly pulls his slick fingers out, drawing her back from the edge. He smiles against her mouth as she whimpers.

  He breaks the kiss and slides one finger into his mouth, sucking it clean before doing the same to the second.

  ‘You taste too fucking good, Chloe.’

  He keeps his dark eyes locked on hers as he moves down her body, sucking on one nipple then the other before kissing his way further down her body.

  Chloe cries out when his tongue drives deep inside her before withdrawing torturously slow.

  ‘Please.’ She wants more. She needs more.

  As if reading her thoughts, he slides a finger deep inside as his tongue moves up to tease her. When he adds a second finger she groans and moves against his hand. Then his fingers curl up and touch a spot deep inside that has her back arching off the ground.

  ‘Oh, God!’ She fists his hair as she grabs his head, holding him tight against her. ‘Tate! Don’t stop.’

  But he has no intention of stopping. Instead, the long firm strokes speed up, his fingers working her inside while his tongue skims over her clit lightly. She cries out in frustration when he denies her the release she needs.

  She could swear he actually laughs at her, but maybe that’s just her imagination. She can’t tell up from down right now and all she wants is for Tate to give her what’s promising to be a memorable orgasm.

  When his tongue finds her clit again her entire body goes rigid. As his fingers massage her, the pressure of each stroke leaves her writhing against his hand. She’s so close. She’s perching on the edge and needs him to tip her over. Then he gives her exactly what she wants.

  Tate sucks her clit, using his tongue to massage as he works her. Chloe’s breath comes in short gasps as the orgasm builds. She rears back on the rug and screams, her entire body shuddering as it rips through her. Tate doesn’t stop what he’s doing, drawing the sensations out.

  When her vision finally comes back, she gazes down at him. His dark eyes are on her and he looks sexy as hell. He slowly moves his tongue over her, sending another shiver through her body. Tate moves up beside her and holds her jaw as he kisses her. He tastes of her and she loves it.

  He fists her hair, moving her head to the side so he can nip along the length of her neck.

  ‘Jesus, Chloe. Do you have any fucking idea how much I want you?’ His breath is warm as he nibbles on her ear.

  ‘I’m completely on board with that.’

  He smiles as he kisses across her jaw. ‘Don’t move. I’ll be back in a sec.’

  Chloe points to her handbag sitting on the couch. ‘My bag.’

  Tate passes her down her handbag and she rummages inside then passes him a condom. ‘Came prepared just in case the underwear worked.’

  ‘And there was me thinking you wore underwear like that all the time.’

  She smiles up at him. ‘Sorry to disappoint you.’

  Tate rubs his hard cock against her hip as he smiles down at her. ‘Does that feel like I’m disappointed?’

  ‘No, I don’t think so.’ She turns her head to the side as he sucks on her ear.

  ‘I can’t wait to be inside you, Chloe. I can’t wait to watch you bite your bottom lip when my thick cock slides inside and stretches you. I’m going to bury myself so deep in your wet pussy you won’t know where I end and you begin. I’m going to look in your eyes as you feel me moving in you. I’m going to make you so fucking desperate to come, you’ll be begging me to stop teasing you and fuck you harder. Begging me to let you come.’

  Chloe whimpers and licks her dry lips. She could absolutely picture every single word of that and she absolutely wants him to do every single word of it.

  ‘Please, Tate. I want you inside me.’

  He opens the condom and slips it on. As she watches him, her nerves creep in a little. Tate is so much bigger than anyone else she’s been with.

  Chloe’s nerves jump up a level as he positions himself between her legs. He slides the tip in then waits as she gets used to him. Chloe looks down and groans as she watches the thick muscles in his stomach roll as he slips his cock in and out of her, teasing her. Every glorious muscle shifts and ripples as he moves.

  He pushes deeper into her, filling her. Chloe groans when he pulls out before slowly driving into her again.

  ‘You feel so good.’

  ‘You haven’t got all of me yet. Fuck, you’re so tight, Chloe.

  Chloe gasps as Tate slowly pushes into her, stretching her until his full length is buried deep inside. She closes her eyes as he rolls his hips, his piercing rubbing against all the right places as he moves.

  ‘Don’t you dare close your eyes. Look at me.’

  She looks up at him, at his broad chest, at the colourful ink on his skin shifting as he moves. The sight of his thick shaf
t sliding out then pushing deep inside her again is nearly enough to send her over the edge.

  ‘Oh God, Tate.’ He slows his movements, and she moans, ‘Don’t stop.’

  ‘I’m only getting started.’

  Tate kisses her, matching the movements of his tongue with his hips, moving in and out tortuously slow. He’s driving her crazy. He’s doing everything to keep her on the brink of breaking. She doesn’t know how long he keeps it up for. All she knows is that every nerve ending in her body is on fire.

  He’s too much for her. Whatever he’s doing with his hips each time he pushes in and out of her is making thought difficult. But she knows one thing - she absolutely wants him to stop torturing her. She digs her fingers into his ass, trying unsuccessfully to get him to move faster. Each thrust of his hips is slow, deep, and so good.

  Tate props himself up on one elbow, and grips her thigh with his other hand, spreading her, filling her impossibly deeper. He pulls out then rams in again, deeper and harder than before.

  She opens her eyes to find him staring down at her. His dark hair is tousled and the look in his eyes is one of pure dominance.

  ‘Please, Tate.’

  ‘Please what? Tell me what you want.’ His deep voice is gruff and commanding.

  ‘Stop teasing me. Please.’

  He withdraws then drives into her again. ‘You want to come, Chloe?’

  She writhes under him, but he’s not letting her have what she wants. Not yet. ‘Please, Tate. I want you to go harder.’

  Tate thrusts into her, driving the air from her lungs. Her fingernails dig into his forearms as she tries to ground herself, but he’s relentless. His body tenses as he gets close to orgasm and the sight does nothing to calm her.

  ‘I want you to hear you scream my name when you come all over my cock.’

  Then he slips his hand between them, sliding a finger to either side of her clit. He squeezes gently as he moves them back and forth massaging her clit as he thrusts into her.

  ‘Now, Chloe.’ He squeezes his fingers together and pinches her clit. Chloe comes apart, screaming his name. The orgasm hits so hard she claws at the rug as the sensations take over every inch of her body. Tate holds her in place, keeping her exactly where he wants her. His fingers continue working her, drawing it out, leaving her lost in the intense pleasure.

  ∞

  Tate locks his arms keep himself from squashing her as the tremors work through his body. He didn’t last long after she screamed. When she arched her back off the floor and her pussy squeezed his dick he was a goner. It was without a doubt the most intense orgasm he’s ever had.

  ‘You okay?’ he gasps.

  ‘No, but in the best possible way.’

  He laughs, rolls off her and flops onto his back with his arm over his face. ‘Where the hell did that come from?’

  ‘I have no idea but it was nice.’

  He props himself up on his elbow and looks down at her. ‘I’m sorry, it was nice?’

  She opens one eye and smiles up at him. ‘Very nice. I’m well and truly fucked.’

  Tate laughs and lies back on the rug. ‘I’m really hoping you didn’t find that black underwear in my bathroom.’

  She rolls over and lies on his chest. ‘I thought I’d plan for all eventualities. When I took your bowl off your lap I realised we may have been on the same track.’

  ‘I was kind of hoping you didn’t notice.’

  ‘A cushion, Tate. Not exactly subtle.’ She looks down at his groin and smiles. ‘No cushion was going to hide that.’

  ‘That’s one-hundred-percent your fault.’ Tate wraps his arms around her. ‘Thank you.’

  ‘For what?’

  ‘Giving me another chance. I thought I’d fucked things up for good.’ He runs his hand over her hair, smoothing the post-sex tangles. ‘I’ve got a problem though.’

  She freezes in his arms. ‘What?’

  He shuffles down so he’s looking at her face. ‘My problem is that I want you, Chloe. I want you in my life. As messed up and weird as my life is right now, I want you to be part of it.’ He wasn’t expecting to have this conversation with her so soon. Hell, he’s never had this conversation with anyone, but it feels right.

  She releases a breath then smiles. ‘You mean like see more of each other?’

  ‘A hell of a lot more. And I don’t just mean like this, although more of this is part of the deal. I’m talking about dates that involve wearing clothes. Going out in public together as a couple. You on for that?’

  ‘I like you, Tate. I really do, but are you sure it’s the right time for you to be seen with someone?’

  ‘I couldn’t give a fuck about any of that. I don’t want to be without you. Have I mentioned I’m a selfish prick?’

  She laughs and kisses him. ‘Guess that makes two of us. I don’t want to be without you either.’

  ‘I was hoping you’d say that. Would have been a bit awkward otherwise.’

  ∞

  Tate slips on a pair of boxers before he heads back downstairs again. It’s got nothing to do with being modest. Maybe with a barrier between them, his damn cock would behave and settle down for a bit. He’s always had a healthy appetite when it came to sex, but this is fucking ridiculous. There’s just something about Chloe that turns him into a horny teenager. He can’t get enough of her.

  He stops at the top of the stairs and his chest tightens when he sees her. Chloe is asleep, sprawled on her back on the rug, her deep brown hair splayed out behind her. So much for telling his body to behave. Then again, how could he possibly expect it to when he had her. It’s a lost cause.

  He quietly crouches down beside her and carefully slips his arms under her. As he stands up Chloe curls against his body. ‘Tate?’

  ‘I got you.’

  He brings her upstairs and lies her on his bed, then shuffles in beside her, tucking the duvet around them. He carefully slips his arm under her head so he can spoon her to his chest, smiling when she wraps her arms around his to hold him close. It feels so right having her here with him. He could absolutely get used to sharing his bed with her every night.

  But there’s no way he’s going to fall asleep with her here. If he has one of his nightmares he could hurt her and that doesn’t bear thinking about. He’ll stay with her for a few hours then go upstairs and do some work. He’s due in the studio first thing so he’ll have to get up early anyway.

  Avoiding sleep is bringing its own set of issues to the party. Like right now. There’s no way he can lie beside her like this in a warm bed and stay awake. As much as he really doesn’t want to leave her or the bed, he slides his arm out from under her and throws on a t-shirt and gym shorts. He grabs a glass of water from the kitchen then goes into the small gym next to the garage.

  A few hours working out, a shower, and then to the studio. He curses himself and turns on the light. Probably not the best plan he’s ever come up with but it’s all he’s got.

  14

  Chloe resists opening her eyes for a long time after she wakes up. She has never felt so relaxed yet so worn out before. Everything aches but in such a good way. She knows without opening her eyes that she’s in his bed. The intoxicating scent of sandalwood and leather is everywhere. She rolls over and eventually opens her eyes. No sign of Tate, but she knows he did join her. She remembers the feel of his body against her. She squints at the bedside table and spots a piece of paper with her name on it.

  Had to go to the studio for a few hours. Didn’t want to wake you. I’ll be back by 12. Make yourself at home. Tate.

  She checks the time on her watch. It’s just after nine. First things first. Shower. Using more effort than she’d like, she climbs out of the comfortable bed and shakes out the duvet. When Chloe opens the en-suite door her mouth drops open. The bathroom is the size of the ground floor of her gran’s house. The shower would easily fit ten in it, as would the deep spa bath.

  The polished grey tiles are gleaming and every piece of chrome is mi
rror clear. She turns on the shower and steps under the huge waterfall. Jets shoot out of the wall and massage her to within an inch of her life. If she had a shower like that at home she’d never leave the house.

  She wraps a plush grey towel around her and uses his comb to try and sort out her hair. After dressing she goes downstairs and looks over at the rug by the fire. Her body wakes as the memories come back to her. Her thoughts wander for a minute before she reins herself in. There’ll be time for more of that later.

  She fills the kettle and turns to the counter finding another note.

  Not used to company for breakfast. Only have Coco Pops so I grabbed some pastries from down the road. They’re in the fridge.

  Under that he scribbled his phone number which she immediately pops into her contacts list, smiling as she hits save. She laughs at the box of cereal on the counter with the clean bowl and spoon beside it. The fact that Tate eats kids’ cereal keeps her smiling as she finishes her breakfast then pours herself a cup of tea and demolishes one of the biggest croissants she’s ever seen.

  After clearing away her breakfast things, she climbs the stairs to the second floor and into the enormous studio. Chloe wanders over to the far wall to examine the awards and plaques on display. Tate’s name is engraved into some of the dozen or so plaques with Broken Chords on the rest. She recognises the names of some of their songs but is embarrassed to admit not all of them.

  Chloe runs her hand along the stand of guitars under the awards. She doesn’t know why she’s so nervous about asking him to play for her. It’s what he does and does really well if the awards are anything to go by.

  She closes the door behind her and goes back downstairs. While she waits for the kettle to boil again she turns on the TV and chooses the music app. She enters Broken Chords in the search bar and plays the first song on the list, turning the volume up high. His deep rich voice fills the room and sends shivers down her spine.

  She’s slightly relieved she recognises most of their songs, but there are quite a few she’s never heard, which isn’t great considering she’s dating the lead singer now.