“I plan on it.” She leans forward and licks me from tip to base.
“That’s it, Tales. Show me more,” I growl.
She opens her mouth and gently places her lips around my cock.
“Fuck yes,” Hallelujah.
She moves up and down slowly as her nails dig into my flesh. She then looks up, seeking approval.
“Perfect, Tallia. Absolutely perfect, babe.”
She closes her eyes as she moves up and down on me a little faster, her tongue swirling. She sucks and takes me deeper.
“Fuck. Fuck yeah.”
Tales places her hand over mine, and together, we pump my dick as she sucks and licks. She finds a rhythm, so I take my hand away as she pumps my cock all on her own. She moans and licks me, her other hand cupping my sac and giving it a tug.
I immediately feel the heat, the burn, the pull. Not fucking yet, I tell myself.
She takes me a little too deep and gags a little.
“Easy, babe. Don’t hurt yourself.”
She pulls her mouth off me and lifts my dick so it points up, and then she licks me from sac to tip over and over.
She has saliva pooling in the corner of her mouth, and I am so fucking turned on by how raw she is with me right now.
Her mouth covers my cock, and she whimpers as her strokes become faster while she sucks harder.
“Babe, I’m gonna come.”
She looks up at me, eyes watering, her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, and nearly all of it in her mouth. She sucks, licks, and pumps.
“Fuck!” I roar as I rapid fire my cum in her mouth. “Fuck, Tales, fuck. That was … Fuck!”
I pull her face to my thigh and praise her the only way I can right now, because the words aren’t coming. I pet her hair—her soft, wavy, deep brown hair—as I try to catch my breath after the most powerful sexual experience of my life.
How the fuck do you recover from that?
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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COMING UNDONE
Tallia
I want to scoot under the vanity and hide.
I’m embarrassed at what I just did...needed to do.
I think I did well. I think.
“Can you let go of my leg and stand up now?” His voice is thick, husky, the way it gets when we are near, and good Lord, we have just been intimately near.
“Not yet,” I say honestly.
“Tales, up now.” There is a command in his voice, and for some reason, I like it.
I stand up, yet I can’t look at him.
“My cock was in your mouth, and you were showing me Emerald City, but you can’t now, Tales? Come on, shit just got real here, and I won’t let you hide from me.” He pulls the back of my hair, making me look up. “That was incredible. Amazing. Fuck, Tales, incred-amaze. Is that a word?”
I shake my head as he pulls me to him firmly. “I owed you.”
“Is this a competition? Please say yes,” he teases.
He releases my head, then spreads his hand across my ass. Then, with one hand, he lifts, and I squeal until he sets me on the vanity.
“Batter up!” He drops to his knees, pushes my skirt up, and spreads my legs.
“What are you …? Oh, God!”
His mouth covers my panties. I feel his tongue moving up and down the fabric, and I am unraveling … reeling. If I am dying, I will take it now.
“Oh, Memphis.” I grip the edge of the counter and fall back slightly.
I feel a tug and hear a rip.
“Fucking hate those things.”
He pushes his tongue into me, and I try to scoot back, but he captures my knee and lifts my leg over his shoulder. “Stays there,” he growls as his tongue pushes in again.
“Don’t think I—”
“Don’t think, Tales. Feel.” I feel him shoving something—his finger—inside me, and he hisses as he looks up, while still licking and sucking around my clit. “Mmm,” he moans, and the vibration causes me to buck.
“Oh, don’t, don’t …” I beg.
Mischief and desire dance in his eyes, and he does it again and again and again until I crumple apart.
He doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath. He is sucking me and using his fingers, and … I look down to see he is watching me fall apart … again.
“Water,” I pant. “Memphis …”
“Mmm,” his mouth vibrates against me again.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but … Oh, God,” I cry again, this time less forcefully, because he is sucking the little force I have left out of me … with his mouth.
He sits back and licks his lips, smiling a cocky little smile as I try to get my ultra-relaxed muscles working again.
“Sweet cheeks?”
“Huh?” As I open my eyes, he is looking over at the massive Jacuzzi tub.
“You wanna turn that off?” He smirks, lowering my leg, then standing.
“Oh … hell.” I jump up and scurry over, turning the water off.
I feel his hand on my hip and the soft covering of his wrapped arm on the other. “Don’t. Move.”
“Memphis …” I begin to object.
“Sweet Jesus, Tallia, your ass is so, like, POW!” he grumbles.
“Can I move now?” My voice hitches as his hand cups me between my legs.
“Uh-huh.” He pushes my skirt up, and then I feel his lips touch my bare behind. He growls.
Either he’s hungry, or he’s hungry.
“Any chance you’re on the pill?” his voice rasps as his finger runs between my legs, causing me to tremble.
“No.”
“Any chance you’ll consider it?”
“Doesn’t work that way,” I moan, arching into his touch.
“What way is that?” He kisses me again.
“Not instant—oh, God.”
“Not looking for instant, Tales. Looking forward and behind.” He nips my butt cheek, a low chuckle escaping his throat.
“But—”
“I love yours,” he says, nipping it again. “And before you say a damn thing, this thing, the you-on-your-knees thing, the my-face-between-your-thighs thing, the your-perfect-ass-bent-over-in-front-of-me thing—that’s gonna happen again and again and—”
I stand up and turn to give him a soft dose of reality. However, he grabs the back of my head and kisses me relentlessly. When he finally pulls back, leaving me wanting more, I look up at him as tears sting my eyes.
“It’s not realistic. You’re touring.”
“You’re schooling.”
I flinch when he mentions school.
“Spill it, Tales.”
I shake my head. “Everything’s fi—”
“You are an easy read, Tales.” He cups the side of my face.
“How so?” I hold my hand against his.
“I’m not going to give away all my secrets,”- he smirks as his eyes rake down my body—“but your body talks. Your eyes, Tales… They talk and I’m listening, so spill it.”
I pull my hand away, “You can’t tell Madison. You just can’t, okay?”
“I’m thinking, after the past few days, she kind of has an idea.”
I shake my head as I fist my hair in my hands. “I’m not going back to Julliard. I’m not, and it’s totally okay. I mean, things just weren’t meant to be. It’s perfectly fine, and—
“It’s your dream, Tales. Hell, my mom knew that when you were—”
“You need to just stop talking and get into the bath. I won’t …” He grabs me and hugs me. “It was a foolish dream,” I whisper, “and I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Tales, I’ve seen you dance. I know you’re amazing, so whatever they said that made you decide not to go back—”
I pull back, needing distance, needing a change in subject.
“Bath. Please, Memphis. I’ve made up my mind, and I won’t be returning.”
“Tales …” He uses that tone that all those people at my dad’s funeral used.
“Don’t. Just … go.” I point to the tub, and he steps in, holding his hand up as if to retreat. “Thank you.”
“Join me,” he says, resting his elbow on the side of the tub.
“Your mom, your sister, your—”
“Beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He is staring at my mouth, and I’ve read enough Cosmo to know what to expect after sexual intimacy. He’s feeling the afterglow, but heck, so am I.
“Do you need anything more?”
His eyebrow shoots up. “What are you offering?”
I cover my face and laugh.
He grabs my skirt and pulls me toward him. “Just sit for a minute, okay? Just sit here and don’t think, Tales. Just—”
“You’re beautiful, too,” I say, shaking my head from side to side.
“I like that you think so.”
“You make me laugh, like a lot.”
“And come,” he says. I uncover my face and roll my eyes. “A lot.”
“I am so sorry about all this stuff—the past couple days, your dad … and all those horrible things that happened to you.”
“It got me sympathy dome from Tallia Annabelle Priest.” He winks.
I now know what dome means.
“She also stuck by me when I was a dick, lying out in the hospital—”
“And endured your sexual harassment for days,” I add.
“And is still sitting here now.”
I look into his eyes as he looks into mine.
“You’re in pain.”
“So are you. I’m so pissed at my father, Tales. So fucking pissed. But you, well, you lost yours and I—”
“I’m pissed at him, too,” escapes my mouth.
“Why?”
“I didn’t mean to say—”
“But you did, Tales, so tell me.”
“You just got out of the hospital. You just—”
“Look, Tales, I’m gonna tell you a little secret about men, okay?” I nod. “After a blow job, ending the way the one you gave me did, a man is on cloud ninety-nine for a good half hour. I’ll be pissed off soon enough, so right now,” he pauses and smirks, “you should suck it up, okay? Talk to me.”
I don’t want to say any more, so I lean down and kiss him.
“I’m going now. Remember, Mads doesn’t get to be part of this” —I motion between us—“thing, okay?”
“Whatever,” he rolls his eyes and leans back.
I stand up and walk out, saying, “Text me if you need me.”
“I plan on it.”
***
After helping with dinner preparation, I decide to give Madison, Memphis, and their mom some time alone. I go into the guest room, lie back on the bed, and look at my new phone. I’m not going to lie and say I hate it, because I don’t. I love it.
I have a message from Jane, my school roommate, one of the few numbers I recognize. I click on the green app and it opens.
- Are you in Florida?
Yep. How are you?
I type out.
- Are u prego?
Holy cow! What?
NO! What are you talking about?
- STD lead singer? You and him. I swear it was you in the picture on Twitter.
No. Memphis is my best friend’s brother, and NO. Still no.
- Maybe you should get that way. He’s hot!
I don’t reply. I do get on Twitter and search Memphis.
@thelocofamily tweets @stdrock1 MB, she’s not your type. #rockmebaby #foreversteel
@clofton1 tweets @stdrock1 MB #rockerbabyonboard gimme 1! #foreversteel
@m_migliaccio tweets @stdrock1 MB, is she even from #jerseyshore?! #foreversteel
@ TE1998 tweets @stdrock1 MB, you + me = screaming O, not screaming baby. #foreversteel
@michelledrew962 tweets @stdrock1 MB, I’ll rock you regardless! #foreversteel
Pregnant! Dear Lord. Memphis, you ass! Thank God my mother doesn’t have Twitter. I wonder if his mom does.
I keep reading through the feed.
@nikkirives1 tweets @stdrock1 MB, YOU ARE SO NOT @ZacEfron … but you are hot. I’d swallow. #foreversteel
@triciaann322 replies under the thread
@stdrock1 MB, even hotter than him. I’d try anal. #callme #foreversteel
@mischellyb tweets @stdrock1 MB, my pussy, ur face.
@lita08 tweets @stdrock1 MB, saw you at LIV. #yourockedhisface Get well dome <3 #foreversteel
@Jeana05816262 tweets @stdrock1 MB, #getwelldome hahahahaha #imin #foreversteel
@DannielleJeffer tweets @stdrock1 MB, Get well <3 #foreversteel
@ ttantonelli tweets @stdrock1 MB, is the news true? If yes, give me one night before baby. #justonenight #foreversteel
The bedroom door opens and Memphis walks in, locking it behind him.
“What are you doing?”
“The guys convinced Mom and Mads to go out on the boat.” He smirks. “I just took a pill, so I was gonna try to convince you to do a little—”
I hold up the phone. “Do you know what they’re saying?” That makes him stop.
“Who?”
“Your gaggle of groupies on social media.”
He sits down next to me. “Haven’t been on since you got here.” He runs his hand through his hair before he takes the phone and looks at it, “Oh, wow, I’m having a baby, and I am hotter than Zac Efron. Not bad.” He laughs. “No pictures, that’s a plus if that’s what you’re worried about it.”
I take it and scroll through. “At jamiesexton1 posted a picture...of her panties.” I shake my head. “She says ‘no STDs, but my panties are soaked’.”
“Is that so?” He laughs.
“And @lizziestevens wants four STDs at once.”
“She’s not fucking around, huh? Just going for it.” He takes the phone and throws it on the bed, then kisses me.
Soft, wet, and urgent lips cover mine. He sucks on my lower lip, then runs his tongue across mine.
“I’m not gonna try to fuck you, Tales,” he says as he holds my bottom lip between his teeth. “Just wanna do some of this and talk.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I moan.
He pushes against me with his chest so I am lying down on my back, and he is holding himself up with one arm.
After he explores my mouth with his tongue and ignites that part of me that only he has, I pull back and push against his chest.
“How about you lie down?”
His eyes are dopey and his smile is sloppy, but he is beautiful and makes me—for the first time in my life—feel that I am, too.
“You think you can keep me down?”
“Wouldn’t want to.” I kiss him as I turn him so he is the one lying down.
“No?” I shake my head from side to side. “Why not, sweet cheeks? I wanna keep you down.”
I smile. “I wouldn’t mind it for twenty minutes or so.”
His hand covers his chest. “Wow.”
I grin, thinking I just pulled off some naughty talk and he laughs.
“Tales, twenty minutes is for teenage boys and married men if their wives are lucky. I gotta come at least once and get my cardio in. Forty-five minute minimum for this ride.”
“Is that so?” I laugh as I lie across his chest.
“It is. I swear. Scouts honor and all that good stuff. You wanna try it out?”
“I do, but I think you have about ten minutes in you before you fall asleep.”
“Not gonna lie, I’m feeling tired as fuck.”
“Then go to sleep.”
He looks at me more seriously now, fighting to stay awake. “I really, really like you, Tales.”
“I really, really like you, too.”
“I really do, though. I’m not kidding around.” His eyes close for a minute, and I see him fighting sleep before he half opens his eyes and smiles. “Emerald City. I wanna live there, you know.”
“Yeah, I kind of like Care-a-lot better.”
“I care-a-lot about you, Tales. Never hurt you.” His eyes close. “Never
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I watch him sleep for a long time. I just lie with my head on his chest and watch him.
I would pinch myself, but I know it’s not a dream. I know, when I leave here, he is going on tour with all those...women, like...I grab my phone and look at Twitter. @lauriesuz, @rhik1986, @pitjada, @harleygirl105, @daydeamin_nerd, @mamabear824, @melissaq824 @TiltheLastpage, @NEPatriots4ever,@AmyD159, @xsandyra, @momsnaughtyplay, @Fallowill79, @mambrum78, @hwngirl109, @tcoleman1210, @richellgg, @CasBraithwaite, @rholub1, @melissagratton1, @ajsbookreviews…
I can’t keep looking at all the women’s tweets, women who would do anything—including seducing a sexy, talented, half-drugged, and injured rock star by giving him oral sex in a Miami mansion—to try to gain his attention and affections. All those women who...are just like me.
I could never compete.
Not ever.
He groans and moves beneath me. I am sure I am making him uncomfortable. Even though I would like to stay like this for as long as I possibly can, I move so he can rest and recover because Memphis Black is about to become a rock legend of epic proportions.
My eyes travel down his body and I sigh. Definitely epic proportions.
I take my phone and click on the mail icon, trying to distract myself. I enter my email information, log in, and find thirty-eight emails. One is in response to an ad I answered. The subject reads, ‘When can you start?’
I read through the message and smile. It’s a paid gig, twelve weeks dancing with a traveling dance company. They also offer me an instructor position at one of their schools when the tour is over. The more students I have, the more I make.
I keep reading and see that they are very impressed with the fact that I attended Julliard and offer me a thirty thousand dollar a year position with health care and the possibility of retirement, should they decide to keep me past the six month mark.
I respond immediately since the email was dated three days ago.
With thirty thousand dollars, I can afford to get a bigger apartment for my mother and me as long as I ride the train into the city every day, and I will. I will do it because I take responsibility for my actions, even if I can’t ever divulge my darkest secret, my biggest sin.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
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