by Tess Oliver
She smiled against my mouth as she stroked me slowly, coaxing me even further. “We can’t have that. So I guess you better free me from my panties.”
I reached down and unzipped her pants. I pulled my mouth free from hers and took hold of her wrist. I couldn’t hold back a groan as she slid her warm hand over my cock one last time, taking time to circle her thumb through the slick moisture coating the tip. She lifted her fingers to her mouth. My pulse pounded through my veins as she licked the pre-cum off her thumb. Watching her pink tongue circle the top of her thumb as she licked my taste off of her, nearly took me over the edge.
I yanked down her jeans and her panties came with them. She was waxed smooth. I knelt down unable to keep myself from brushing my tongue over the cleanly waxed skin of her pussy. She parted her legs, wanting more.
“Fucking beautiful,” I growled as I spread the folds of her pussy exposing her clit. I lathed my tongue over it. Her entire body trembled in reaction.
She tangled her fingers in my hair and held my face against her. My tongue pushed through the hot, creamy moisture pooling in her pussy.
“Do you have a condom,” she said, haltingly, as if she was barely holding it together.
“You know I fucking do.” I stood up. She threw her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I carried her across to the bed and lowered her onto the mattress.
Lenix scooted up toward the pillows. Her rose-colored nipples stood erect on two ample, white ivory breasts as she stretched her arms up above her head. She placed her feet on the bed, bent her knees and licked her lips as she let her knees fall open.
“Holy shit, Pixie. You are so friggin’ tiny, but every curve is erotic, like the sweetest damn fuck in the world.” My words made her push her breasts higher, begging me to touch them and take them in my mouth.” I stared down at her and had to remind myself what I was looking for in my wallet. I yanked out a condom and held it up triumphantly.
“Stop waving that thing around, and put it on.” She lowered her hand and rubbed her fingers over her nipples. Watching her touch herself made my cock throb. Her hand continued down to her pussy, and she caressed herself. “The sweetest damn fuck in the world is waiting.”
I rolled the condom on and lowered myself over her, slowly at first, worried I might crush her.
“I won’t break.” She placed her hand against my face and lifted her mouth to mine. Her legs curled around my waist. I slid my hand beneath her ass to lift her higher. She sighed with relief as I slid my cock inside of her. She tightened her ass and legs, gripping me harder as if she couldn’t get enough of me.
Her head dropped back against the pillow and she gazed up at me with eyes that sparkled like gold. “Shit, Dawson, you fill me so perfectly, I can’t tell where your body ends and mine begins. Don’t hold back. Drive into me. I want all of that power, all that strength I see when I look at you. Please.”
My muscles tightened, still holding back some. But as I drove into her she clutched at my arms and cried out. “Dawson, I want it. I want all of you!”
“Never wanted anyone so badly,” I growled as I moved faster against her. She moved with me, using her legs and her ass to get her pussy tight against me with each stroke of my cock. “Yes there,” she said on a breath, “right there.”
I pulsed my hips against her, grinding my cock deeper with each thrust. She dug her fingers into the muscles in my arms and clung to me with her legs, holding me as if she’d die without me inside of her.
I gritted my teeth to keep from coming. She was too fucking perfect in every way, her body, her voice, the way she moved as if she knew exactly what she needed to finish.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she pushed her head deep into the pillow. “Yes, fuck yes, Dawson.” Her slightly sandy voice was like honey flowing over whiskey and the sound of it, the sound of her calling out my name as she came brought me to the edge.
Every muscle in my body went rigid as my release came. “Fuck yeah.”
I held myself deep inside of her, and she clung to me with her arms and legs until our breathing slowed and I could think straight again. I lowered myself down onto the bed next to her and pulled the blankets up over our naked bodies. She rolled against my chest as I curled my arms around her.
“Another theory confirmed. Shockingly good in bed.” Her warm breath tickled my chest as she sighed.
I kissed her forehead. “Any other theories I should know about that I need to make sure I live up to?”
“Well.” She paused. “There was a third one, but I’m fairly certain it’s already been confirmed.”
I leaned my head back to see her face. “What’s that?”
“After sitting on the plane with you, I thought, boy, I’ll bet that hot coal miner has broken his share of hearts.”
“That’s been confirmed, huh?”
She took hold of my hand and placed it over her breast. “Feel that? The damn thing hasn’t been beating right since you handed me my runaway sandal.” She reached up and traced the tattoo on my shoulder with her fingertip. “Did you have any theories about me when we met?”
“You mean before or after I had finally convinced myself that I wasn’t standing in a dream with Lenix Harlow, the beautiful lead singer of Ice Cake?”
She laughed. “I’m going to assume that what we just did has finally put that notion to rest.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely. You are not only real, you are beyond anything I could have imagined or dreamed about.”
Her bright smile was the best I’d ever seen. She wiggled closer. “Go on. I like this so far.”
“As far as theories go—I didn’t need them confirmed.” I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip. “With these lips, you couldn’t be anything but a great kisser. And as far as the sex goes. Well let’s just say, I’m lying naked in bed with Lenix Harlow in my arms, and I’m pretty damn sure my life is only going to go downhill from this point because there just couldn’t be anything better than that.”
“My god, coal miner, not only are you a treasure chest of delight for the eyes, you know exactly what to say.” She placed her cheek against my chest. “If only I could figure a way to stay right here in this bed with you for the rest of the week. Although, that would be selfish. It’s your vacation, and I’m sure you want to go out to the beach and do beachie things.”
“Are you kidding me? Fuck the beach and the beachie things. How did you get out tonight?”
Her soft release of breath sounded sad. “I snuck out. Earlier, after we walked on the beach, I got home to an angry manager slash warlord. He was spitting nails by the time he was done lecturing me. I went up to my room and tried to remember the day that I’d handed my soul over to him, not that I’d had much soul to give by that point. Still, it was a dark day indeed. And I don’t think I’ll ever get it back.” She lifted her head and looked toward the windows. “It’s still the middle of the night. I need to be back in my room before they wake, but I can stay a few more hours.” She leaned over and kissed me. “Got any more foil packets in that wallet?”
Chapter 14
Lenix
We’d drifted off for an hour of sleep. I woke to Dawson scooting beneath the covers to settle between my legs. His mouth left a trail of hot kisses along my inner thigh as he moved higher to my pussy. His thumb smoothed over my pussy.
He pushed the covers off and lifted his face to look at me over my mound. “I love this shaved clean thing you’ve got going on. Just wanted to let you know.”
“You like? It’s a Brazilian wax.”
“Think it’s time to move to Brazil. Or I could just stay here, between your thighs, until I die.” His hands slipped under my ass and he lifted my pussy higher. He used his thumbs to spread the lips of my pussy open. His face pressed against me, and he suckled at my tender clit. An involuntary moan rolled off my lips as I clutched at the bed sheets. I pressed my feet against the mattress and my legs fell open, giving him full access. His large hands nearly cupped my entire
ass, while his thumbs still flicked between the folds of my pussy, teasing my clit as his tongue penetrated me.
I rocked against his mouth and squeezed my thighs against his head. He knew everything I needed. His finger dipped between the cheeks of my ass, and he pushed it inside the puckered hole. I squeezed my muscles around his hands and mouth. The friction of his beard stubble raised a warm heat along my smoothly shaved pussy.
“Dawson,” I said breathlessly, “where the hell have you been all my life?” I moved against his mouth, urging him to press harder and go deeper. He knew exactly what I was asking and obliged. I lifted my hips to feel the pressure of his mouth and tongue, and all the while, his thumbs and fingers penetrated and teased. Seconds later, my entire body was barreling toward a mind-bending orgasm.
“Yes! Fuck yes!” I cried as I clamped my thighs tight. My pussy convulsed around his mouth. I worked to catch my breath and my pulse pounded in my ears as the shuddering waves slowly peeled away.
Dawson sat up from between my thighs as he reached for the condom he’d placed on the nightstand. I stretched to regain my strength and composure.
He watched with keen interest as I rolled over. I lifted up to my hands and knees. I jutted my bottom high in the air and winked at him over my shoulder. “Yes or no?” I asked.
“It’s like every damn wet dream I’ve ever had is coming true right here in this fucking bed.” He reached over and spanked my ass.
I gasped, pretending to be shocked.
“Sorry, but that sweet pixie ass was just begging for it.”
“In that case—” I wiggled my butt, and he indulged me with another spank. The warm sting of his hand remained on my bare skin as he scooted behind me. The bed creaked and lurched side to side as he settled in place. He leaned down and ran his tongue over my naked bottom, taking time to tease the puckered hole with a wet finger before he grabbed my hips and thrust his cock inside of me.
I gripped the sheets for support. A long, low moan fell from my lips as I pressed my face against the pillow. His long thick erection nearly tore me apart as he moved hard and fast against me, reaching places I didn’t know existed.
Dawson was a great lover. I didn’t have to tell him what I needed. He knew instinctively. He held me steady with one hand, thrusting forward as I rocked back to meet his thrusts. His free hand slid around and between my legs where he strummed a magical tune on my clit with his thumb. A second orgasm was always harder to reach, especially after earth shattering oral sex, but I felt my body bunching up, tightening into a ball, heading toward ecstasy again. With the way Dawson filled me, each time causing my pussy to contract around him, milking him to the end, it was easy to lose myself into that hazy world where the only things that mattered were the sensations happening between my legs.
With just a little more intimate attention to my clit, my pussy tightened and exploded as I came. Dawson jammed himself in deep and held me against him as he climaxed simultaneously.
I collapsed against the mattress, and he lowered himself down next to me, his ragged breathing slowing to normal.
“Got to love these restful vacations,” he growled as he reached over and pulled me to him.
“You are something else.” I cuddled closer to him. “And you’re really warm. I could get used to being tucked in with you.”
“I could get used to this too, Pixie.”
Chapter 15
Lenix
There was nothing better than a big, dreamy looking guy sleeping. Dawson’s long, dark lashes lent a sort of innocent, youngish quality to his incredible hunkiness. His big, ink covered arms were in stark contrast to the crisp white sheets and pillow. It was hard to draw my gaze and myself away from him.
He barely stirred as I slipped out from under the covers and got dressed.
I’d had a few unplanned one night stands with men, guys who were usually in the music industry or some part of the entertainment world. In my mind, I always knew when it was exactly that. One night of sex, and that would be the end of it. While this had, in my head, started as just that, looking down at Dawson sleeping in the bed and thinking about the hours we’d just spent together, I found it was hard to leave. I didn’t want this to be it. I wanted this again, this uncomplicated, fun sex where who we knew and what worlds we lived in didn’t matter at all. I hadn’t enjoyed spending time with anyone this much in a good long while.
Reluctantly, I pulled on my clothes, making sure not to wake him. Walking out would be that much harder with him awake. I was sure if he opened his eyes or even stretched his naked body, I’d climb right back into bed with him. I put on my shoes and walked with light steps to the door. I turned to look back at the beautiful sleeping giant before stepping out into the early morning haze.
Everyone back at the house would still be sleeping. When we weren’t working, Brick and Rex tended to sleep until noon. Graham usually took a combination of sleep aids and a shot of vodka to fight his chronic insomnia, which meant he’d be out until at least ten. And Axel slept like a big bear in hibernation until his phone alarm woke him. He never set it when we were on vacation. I figured sneaking back into the house would be a breeze as long as my escape hatch, the back patio door, was still unlocked.
A weepy fog had drifted in over the beach, but the new sun was working hard to burn away the wet chill. I crossed my arms and hurried my pace. Early morning exercisers and dog walkers were streaming along the path. No one paid attention to the short red head scooting along in the fog.
The house was quiet when I reached the mosaic of stepping stones leading to the back porch.
My arms were curled around me and my head was down as I headed straight to the back door. I sighed in relief when the handle turned but then startled at the sound of a voice behind me.
“Is that what they call a beach walk of shame?”
I spun around. Duff had opened a folding beach chair and he was sitting in the corner of the porch drinking coffee. His long, skinny legs were stretched out in front of him. He lifted his cup to see if I wanted one. “I made it extra strong.”
I shook my head and walked over to him. I sat down on the tile floor next to his chair to gaze out at the beach, or what could be seen of it through the milky haze.
“You going to tell me where you’ve been?”
“Nope, I’m not.”
I could usually count on Duff to be a friend and not be pushy or bossy or judgmental, but there was no denying that he’d been just as disappointed as the others about the cancelled concerts. I wasn’t at the top of anybody’s best buddy list at the moment.
Duff took a drink of coffee. He didn’t need to say anything to let me know he wasn’t happy about my answer.
I wrapped my arms around my legs and held them close to me. “Can’t I just have some part of my life that has nothing to do with the rest of you?”
“That’s not the way it works, Len. We’re all part of one big entity. A chair with four legs. If one leg is broken, then the chair won’t stand. That’s how bands work.”
“I guess that explains why so many of them break up like bad marriages. No independence and a lot of telling each other how to behave. I was out with a friend pretending I wasn’t part of the chair for a few hours. It was no big deal.”
A group of gulls came to rest on the sand in front of the house. They hunched down on the sand together shielding each other from the chilled air.
“As much as I appreciate having you guys, I just need a little more independence. I need to be less of a celebrity and more of a normal person. I was thinking about this the other morning, after sitting through Graham’s ridiculous explanation for why I was having problems with stage fright. Something about me over-thinking stuff too much. But that’s not what it is.”
Duff sat forward and rested his arms on his thighs. His empty coffee cup dangled from his fingers. “Yeah, what is it then?”
“Graham took me from my horrid existence and sent me straight into this life, a life where I barel
y have time to take a breath, and a walk through the local mall is a big fucking ordeal. I never had a chance to just be Lenix Harlow, just normal, everyday Lennie. It all happened so damn fast that sometimes it’s hard to believe. Like a fairy tale, but one with a lot of twists and turns and not necessarily a happy ending.”
“It happened fast for all of us like that, Len. Not just you.”
“Yes, but you come from a nice Midwest family and a normal life. Rex has always been in this lifestyle with his dad being a famous drummer, and Brick is from a rich family back east. I didn’t have that normalcy . . . ever. I didn’t have anything but sorrow and hardship. Even though, family wise, I’m still alone, I know those awful days are long behind me now. Thankfully. I just want to find a spot between those two worlds where I can just be me.”
“I’m sure we can all take some significant time off after this tour. And without hanging around each other in a beach house,” he added, before I could say it myself. “In the meantime, Lennie, pull yourself together. We’ve got six more shows to do.”
I pushed to my feet angrily. “I don’t need your admonition or your reminder about our concert schedule. I can usually count on you as a shoulder to lean on, Duff.” I looked down at him. “Using your silly chair analogy, maybe this leg is broken because it seems to be holding up more weight than the other legs.”
“It’s your out of this world voice. The band wouldn’t exist without it.”
“No, the band wouldn’t exist without your songs.” I smiled. “And you redeemed yourself a smidgen with the out of this world voice comment.” I headed to the back door.
“Then are you going to tell me where you’ve been.”
“Nope.” I walked inside and closed the door behind me.
Chapter 16
Dawson
It was a text that woke me instead of Lenix’s sweet, small body curled next to mine. I glanced at the empty space next to me. The pillow still had a slight indent from her head, and her fragrance still lingered on the sheets. I knew she’d be gone before I woke, but expecting it still didn’t help the rock in the pit of my stomach. Every time she flitted into my life, like the incredible and beautiful sprite that she was, I wondered if it would be the last time I saw her. But this time was different. This time she’d vanished and she’d taken a good chunk of my heart with her. And I had no real say in any of it. It was all out of my control.
