“F-f-fuck!” Stacey calls out as I fuck her with two fingers and continue my assault on her clit. “Don’t stop!” She digs her fingers into my hair and my scalp, and that small amount of pain fuels me on.
A few seconds later, she’s contracting around my fingers and her body goes rigid as her orgasm barrels through her body.
I pull my fingers from her and climb onto the bed next to her while she basks in the bliss of her orgasm. I stroke my aching and leaking cock while I wait for her to come down from the high.
A few moments later, I feel her fingers start to explore my abs as they make their way to my cock. She wraps her hand around my shaft and starts to stroke me, matching the pace I’d been using. I let her explore and do her thing, wanting to see what she’ll do. She pushes up so she can hover over me, a blissed out look on her face as she brings her lips to mine for a passionate kiss.
She breaks away and kisses her way down my neck, over my pec, and down my abs until she reaches my cock. After kissing the tip, she wraps her lips around the head and sucks. My hips buck up off the bed as she drops her head down, taking my length to the back of her throat. She hollows her cheeks as she sucks, running her tongue along the bottom side of my dick. It takes all my self-control not to thrust into her mouth, and to let her set the pace. She pulls up and pops my shaft out of her mouth as she licks around the head of my cock. The feel of her tongue against the sensitive nerve endings have me grinding my molars to keep myself from blowing my load all over her face.
“Babe,” I grit out as I slip a hand under her chin and tilt her head up to look at me. “Enough of that or else you’re going to get a mouthful.”
With a devilish look in her eye, she flicks her tongue out and licks the slit in my cock head, then laughs. Fucking laughs, the little vixen.
“That’s it,” I warn her as I flip over and pin her beneath me. I slide my dick against her clit and through her wet folds. “I’m fucking you now.”
I bring my lips to that little patch of skin just behind and below her ear that drives her fucking crazy when I kiss it.
“About time,” she sassily retorts.
I reach over to the nightstand and grab a condom. I make quick work of the wrapper and sheathing myself. I line up with her opening and as I thrust in, I bring my lips to hers and swallow our mutual moans as I bottom out inside her.
“How do you want it tonight?” I ask, after breaking our kiss. “Hard and fast or slow and tender?”
“Hard. Fast,” she tells me between kisses to my neck.
I pull back and rotate my hips as I thrust back in, making sure to meet both of her demands. I set a quick and hard rhythm, fucking her like this for a few minutes. I slow only when she brings her hand to my chest and taps it to get me to stop.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” I ask, concerned something went wrong that I didn’t notice.
“Nothing.” She giggles, then bites her bottom lip. “I just want to ride you.”
I drop my lips to hers and pull that bottom lip between my teeth, nibbling it before sliding my tongue along it to soothe the sting.
I flip us over and help her settle over me as she sinks down on my cock. The change in position has me once again gritting my teeth to hold off shooting my load too quickly.
She experiments with a few different angles as she finds the one that feels the best. With her leaning back slightly as she bounces on my cock, her hands on my thighs supporting her upper body, I can feel her getting close as I’m doing the same. I bring the pad of my thumb to her clit and press hard against it until she’s coming undone on top of me.
Once I feel her fall over the edge, I grab her hips and pump as hard as I can up into her a few times until I follow right behind her. She collapses forward, bringing her face to my neck.
Stacey eventually slides off of me and I roll out of bed to head into the bathroom. She follows me in and pees before we both head back to bed.
“You sure you have to leave in a week?” she sleepily asks, once settled next to me with her head on my chest.
“Sorry, babe, going AWOL isn’t high on my list of things to do while I’m in the military. Jail doesn’t sound like a fun place to be. Plus, if I’m in jail, I wouldn’t be able to give you orgasms like tonight.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she agrees and giggles. “Semantics.”
“But I wouldn’t say no to you coming to see me the following weekend, if you’re available.”
“I don’t know of anything going on that weekend as of right now, but can double-check tomorrow and let you know.”
We drift off to sleep in each other’s arms, waking only when the shrill sound of her alarm goes off the next morning.
Chapter Ten
Stacey
I roll over and grab my cell off the nightstand, shutting off my alarm. With the noise stopped, I drop the phone back on the nightstand and stretch my sore body. I snuggle in closer to the heat radiating off of Peyton’s body and he pulls me close, nuzzling his face in my neck.
“Are you sure you have to leave this morning?” he asks, hopeful.
“Sorry, early meeting today,” I tell him, gasping as he kisses the sensitive skin behind my ear.
“How long do you have until you have to leave?” he asks, looking up at me.
I look back over to my phone to see what time it is. “I have to be there in an hour, so I need to be walking out of here in, like, thirty minutes to give me enough time to stop for coffee and a breakfast sandwich on the way.”
“Damn,” he grumbles against my neck.
“We can do whatever it is you were hoping to do this morning, tonight…that is, if you’re free tonight and don’t already have plans.”
“No plans, and don’t you worry your cute little self about monopolizing anything. I’ll spend as much time with you this week as you let me. If anyone should be worried about monopolizing someone’s time, it will be me with yours.”
“I know how to handle you,” I tease him as I slide out of bed and head to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I stop at the doorway and look over my shoulder at him. His hair is messy from me running my hands through it last night, and it still looks like a mixture of bed head and sex rumpled. He’s got the sheets pulled over him just to the top of his hips and I can see the bulge of his erected cock as it attempts to jut out over the top of the sheets. My mouth waters at the thought of his cock and how it felt against my tongue last night when I sucked him into my mouth.
“You keep standing there, salivating about my cock, and I’m going to come pin you against that wall and show you just how much you love it.”
I shake out of my daydream and disappear into the bathroom. I reach into the shower and turn it on to start warming up while I quickly brush my teeth and use the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, I’m scrubbed, shaved, dressed, and back in the bathroom, doing my hair and applying some mascara and tinted lip gloss. The extent of my daily makeup routine.
“What time are you done today?” Peyton asks from the doorway where he stands, leaning against the frame as he watches me get ready.
“We try and wrap it up by late afternoon, but don’t have an exact set time we’re done. If we’re in the zone on a song, then we usually don’t want to stop that and mess up our flow. Other times, we don’t even make it an hour, if things just aren’t flowing for the day. Songwriting can be finicky sometimes. Do you want me to just call or text you once I’m done for the day?”
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll probably just be at the house with my dad. Unless Ethan can fit me in for some ink today.”
“What are you going to get done?”
“I’ve got a few things in mind, not sure what he’ll have the time for yet.”
“I’m thinking of having him draw up my first tattoo. I want some music notes, maybe floating off some sheet music.”
“Where would you put it?” he asks, as I rush out of the bathroom and slip into my Toms.
“Not sure. Maybe my c
alf or my side. I haven’t really decided yet. I know I want it somewhere that I can see it, but I don’t think I want it on my arms. Unless I just do the music notes, and then I could see putting it on the inside of my wrist,” I tell him, running the pad of my thumb over the area on my wrist I’d consider.
“It would look good there,” he says, his own thumb tracing over my wrist as he pulls me in for a kiss. “Call or text me later. We can grab dinner or something tonight.”
He smacks my ass as we walk out the door together, and I squeal. Shaking my head at him, I lock up before he escorts me to my car.
“Thank you,” I tell him as he opens my door for me. “I had a great time with you and your dad yesterday.”
“We had a great time with you.” He drops his lips to mine for a quick kiss. “See you later,” he says as I slide into the driver’s seat and start my car.
“Morning!” Reese calls out, strolling into the studio, Starbucks cup and bag in hand.
“Good morning. I see you made the same stop as I did this morning,” I say as I laugh and hold up my own cup and bag.
“You know it! I wasn’t going to be able to function without the caffeine this morning. So, how was your weekend? Did you do anything fun?”
“Mhmm.” I take a drink of my coffee, not able to hide the smile that fills my face.
“Spill,” she says excitedly. “Something happened between you and that hottie at the bar Friday night, didn’t it?”
“Yes,” I finally admit. “Peyton and I have seen quite a bit of each other since then. We might have spent both Saturday night and last night together. I even spent yesterday afternoon and evening with him and his dad.”
“Damn, girl! So, how was the sex? Don’t lie to me and tell me it wasn’t everything, not with the way you’re glowing.”
“Let’s just say the guy is gifted and knows how to use it. And don’t get me started on how good he is with his tongue.”
“Yes, girl! I knew there were some sparks between the two of you at the bar on Friday night! So, is it just a weekend fling or something more?” Reese asks as she sits down on one of the couches and digs into her breakfast.
“It’s… We’re seeing where things go. He’s active duty and stationed at Fort Campbell. He’s in town to see his dad, and just returned from a six-month deployment.”
“Wow. Well, at least it’s only, what, an hour and fifteen minutes away?”
“Yep. He’s in town until Sunday and I’m going to head up the following weekend to see him. Then, we’ll just take it from there. He’s been really reserved about serious relationships his entire life, so this is a little new for him, as well. His mom walked out on him and his dad when he was young, and the only woman he attempted to have a serious relationship with a few years ago cheated on him.”
“That sucks, and it sounds like a bad country song,” Reese says on a laugh.
“I know, right! I thought the same thing. I didn’t express that to him, but I definitely thought it,” I say, laughing, as well.
“Morning, ladies,” Lee greets us as he pushes through the door.
“Morning, Lee!” we both call out to him as he settles in on the couch next to Reese.
“How was your weekend?” I ask him.
“Good, got some stuff done around the house. Joanne and Sean booked a couple college visits for us to go on in a few weeks, and Kelsey had her last soccer game of the season. Overall, it was a good weekend with the family. How were your weekends?”
“Good, I went ahead and flew out for Austin’s game on Saturday, then flew back late last night,” Reese tells us.
“No wonder you needed coffee this morning,” I tease her.
“Hey, I’ve got to take advantage of every game I can go to. Once I start up another tour, it’s back to only seeing my man via FaceTime.”
“How about your weekend, Stacey?” Lee asks.
“It was good, really good,” I tell him.
“Someone met a special someone this weekend,” Reese sing-songs from across the seating area.
Lee gives me a quizzical look from over his coffee cup.
“Peyton, the guy that joined our group on Friday night. We hit it off and spent most of the weekend together. He took me out on a date Saturday night and then yesterday, I had dinner with him and his dad.” I tell Lee the recapped, and PG-rated, version of my weekend.
“Good for you.”
“So, what are we working on today?” I finally ask, once we’ve all finished off our breakfasts and coffees.
“I tweaked one of the songs from last week. I think both of you will like the changes. It makes things just click a little better for me,” Lee says, as he pulls out his guitar.
He plays the song twice. First, how we’d left it last week, and then again with the changes.
“Yes! I love that,” Reese says once he finishes.
“It really does work better,” I agree.
With all of us in agreement, we make the final notes on that song and put it away.
“I had a song come to me while I was away this weekend,” Reese tells us as she opens a notebook, then goes on to read us the lyrics she wrote down and her thoughts on what she was thinking as far as a musical vibe and feel to the song. The lyrics are a really good starting point and within a few hours, we’ve expanded on them and come up with the start to the music to go along with them.
“All right, ladies, I need to call it a day. Joanne needs me home a little early today for some appointment she’s got scheduled,” Lee says, just before three.
“We’ll pick back up tomorrow morning. Does nine work for you guys?” Reese asks.
“That works for me,” I confirm.
“Works for me, as well,” Lee says. “See ya ladies tomorrow.”
With Lee packed up and gone, Reese and I sit back on the couches in the studio. “So, do you have plans with your hottie tonight?” she asks.
“Yep. Well, I think so, at least. I’m supposed to call or text him when I’m done today. Since I didn’t know what time we’d finish, I didn’t want to make any specific plans. What about you, what are you doing tonight?”
“Just heading home and watching the game, probably ordering in some dinner. No getting jealous about my exciting night now,” she teases. “But I will expect details about your night tomorrow morning, missy.”
“No promises,” I volley back at her.
“Ummm, no, I expect details. Especially with the smile that’s been plastered on your face all day, and how that man rocked your world this weekend. So, I need deets tomorrow.”
“We’ll see,” I tell her as I pack up my things. I pull my phone out and find a missed text from Peyton.
Peyton: Hey, beautiful. Hope your day is going well. I’m at Ethan’s shop and will be here for a few hours. Text me when you’re done, and I’ll let you know when I should be done.
Stacey: Hey! We’re done for the day. Lee needed to leave a little early, so we packed it up. When will you be done with Ethan? Is he inking you today or just drawing up your tattoo?
I slip my phone into my pocket and grab my purse, then follow Reese out to the parking lot.
“Tell Austin to kick ass tonight,” I call out to her as she climbs into her car next to my own.
“Will do! Enjoy that man of yours tonight.”
“I have every intention of doing just that!” My phone dings in my pocket and I pull it out as I start up my car.
Peyton: He’s inking me now, we should be done in an hour, maybe an hour and a half. You want to drive over here and watch? Maybe talk to him about your tattoo?
Stacey: Sure! Can I bring either of you anything? I’m going to stop and grab something to snack on. We never got around to ordering lunch today, so I’m starving.
Peyton: We’re good. See you soon.
I put my phone away and pull out of the parking lot. I grab some fast food on my way to Ethan’s shop. Along the way, I think about the tattoo idea I have, that I’m going to finally get the co
urage to talk to him about.
Half an hour later, I’m pulling into the parking lot for Inker’s Tattoo, Ethan’s shop. I sit in my car and finish eating before I head inside the shop. The chime on the door goes off when I walk in and I hear a voice coming from one of the rooms call out to me, “We’ll be right with you.”
I take a seat on one of the couches and wait, sending Peyton a quick text.
Stacey: I’m out in the waiting room.
“Stacey, come on back,” Ethan says a minute later, as he steps out of the doorway to his room.
I walk into the room where I find Peyton sitting with his back exposed and a detailed design covering his shoulder blades. It’s about halfway inked.
“You can take a seat over here,” Ethan tells me, pointing to a chair in the corner.
“Thanks,” I say, shuffling around Peyton and over to the chair. I sling my purse over the back and take a seat, facing Peyton.
“Come here.” He beckons me closer. I stand and close the few feet between us. “Kiss me, woman,” he says, tugging on my hand. I bend down and swipe a quick kiss across his lips.
“How was your day?” I ask.
“Good, better now. Yours?” he asks as I take a seat again.
“Not bad. We made some changes to a song from last week and started a new one that Reese had an idea for over the weekend. I think that it’s going to turn into something really big.”
“That’s awesome.”
“Yeah, she said the inspiration hit her when she was flying to Austin’s game on Saturday.”
“She flew out for it, huh,” Ethan says.
“Yep, said since she had no other commitments for the weekend, and they were playing somewhat close, she wanted to go see it, and him. You know how lovey-dovey they are. With all the time they’re separated due to their schedules, it’s no surprise that she travels to the games she does.”
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