Riff

by Skye Turner

  “You vitalize me. You energize me. The sad reality is that I’d much rather be fighting somewhere with you over screwing anyone else.”

  What is he saying? What?

  I can’t even follow this. I don’t know if I want to take this step.

  If I go here… if we go here… what happens when at the end of this I’ve fallen for him and he’s over his attraction to me?

  I get a broken heart, that’s what!

  But, fighting with HIM is worth more to you than doing anything with anyone else, too.

  Shit…

  I ask, “What are you saying, Rafe? Do you want to like be a couple? I don’t really know what it is you’re saying or asking me.”

  His face is so open, so honest. He doesn’t say anything for a long time.

  Then, he sighs and my heart falls.

  That’s NOT what he was saying.

  Before I can get up, he turns back to me and his hand tightens on mine. He smiles at me and my heart starts galloping. “I’m saying I want to stop this game we’re playing. I push you. You push me. We fight. We kiss. You run. I leave and go screw someone to try to make myself stop thinking about you. It doesn’t work, so we start again.”

  My nose wrinkles and I shake my head. “What does that mean? I’m sorry, you’re going to have to be specific. I don’t know how this works here.”

  His hand cups my cheek and the skin feels electric under his palm. Leaning down, he kisses my still crinkled nose. It’s so unexpectedly sweet, a sigh escapes me before I can stop it. He smirks. “It means let’s stop fighting it and just go with it.”

  “Go with it?”

  He nods and leans in to brush his lips against mine. My bones seem to liquefy as he mutters against my lips. “Yeah, just go with it. Stop fighting each other and just see where this leads.”

  I know where it’s leading… We’re already here and I want it!

  Rafe

  Did I just ask to start a relationship with Daisy? Is that what I want?

  Dumbass, you’re already in a complicated ass relationship with no real definition!

  I want Daisy and she wants me, but we’re both fucked up and running from it.

  So, yeah, I want to stop running.

  Can I be faithful though?

  I’m thinking I can… I haven’t wanted to screw anyone but her for a while and when I WAS fucking other women, I saw her…

  I can do this…

  I WANT to do this.

  She better want this too or I’m legitimately going to lose my goddamned mind.

  Daisy looks up at me and then she smiles. She doesn’t say anything, but she falls backwards on the couch and drags me with her. I roll on top of her as our mouths fuse and we take over where we were so rudely interrupted outside.

  She sucks on my tongue as I lean over her. I’m trying not to press all my weight into her, but the urge to rip her clothes off is right at the surface.

  Her head slants and she licks my teeth before caressing my tongue with hers. Her hands slip under the hem of my shirt and trail over my back. My flame tattoos almost feel real. My skin burns everywhere she touches.

  Breaking the kiss, I lean back briefly and look into her desire filled eyes as I pull my grey shirt over my head and toss it behind me. Her eyes drink in the muscles of my chest and abs. I swell with pride. I work hard for this.

  Her eyes are literally fucking me as she licks her lips. Reaching out, she traces the colorful smoke and flames dancing over my pecs. Her hands run over my shoulders and down to my wrist before circling back and trailing down my chest and abs. She stops at the waistband of my black jeans.

  My cock is clearly evident as I kneel over her and let her explore me. It’s pulsing under my fly.

  With a grin, she barely drags her palm over my crotch. I groan and jerk. She chuckles.

  “Oh, you want to tease me?”

  Her mischievous grin turns me on as she looks at me with wide “fake innocent” eyes. “Who me?”

  Her hand cups me and lightly squeezes again. Roaring fills my head and my eyes flash. Jumping off the couch, I kneel on the floor and yank her to the edge of the seat by the waistband of her denim shorts. She squeals and tries to scramble across the seat.

  She doesn’t get far as I push her against the back of the couch. My mouth traces up her bare legs leaving wet little trails behind in my wake. I kiss, lick, and nibble as she squirms. My hands work the button of her shorts and finally it gives. Removing my lips from her inner thigh, I lift my head and look at her. Her chest is heaving as she looks at me over the swell of her tits. Without looking away, I peel her shorts and panties down her legs. Her eyes widen and she bites her lip. When I reach her feet, I lean back and take them and her shoes off. Then, sit back on my heels and look at her. Her hair is a tousled mahogany mess against the light fabric. Her white button up shirt is straining as the tiny buttons threaten to burst. Her chest rises and falls while her creamy thighs are exposed to my hungry gaze. Her legs are slightly parted and the small, groomed dark patch of hair is barely covering her quivering pussy.

  My eyes flash and I groan. Still watching her, I lean up. My nose runs through the curls at her apex and she shudders and tosses her arm over her mouth to muffle her groan.

  I grin and gently flick her clit with the tip of my tongue. She bucks and shudders. Then, reaching up, I pop the first button on her shirt with my hands just as my mouth closes over her and I suck and nibble.

  While she moans into her arm and thrashes against the back of the couch, I eat her pussy and manage to open her shirt.

  She tastes so sweet. Like ambrosia. Her taste coats my tongue and throat while she bucks on the seat beneath me.

  When her shirt is completely unbuttoned, I move my hands back down and part her thighs farther. Her slit is calling to me. Nibbling at it while I rub her clit, I can feel her body tightening like a bow string.

  My dick is so hard, it’s trying to pop out the top of my tight jeans.

  Finally, I insert two fingers and pump while I suck on her clit. Her back arches and I can hear her muffled scream. She shudders beneath my lips and her pussy squeezes my fingers as she rides out her frantic orgasm.

  She stills and her arm flops to her side and her head rolls to look up at me. “Damn, Rafe. I tried to be quiet. But, holy shit.”

  Grinning, I slide up her body and lean back beside her. She’s naked from the waist down and her shirt is gaping open, showcasing her pale blue lace bra and the perfect swells encased in them.

  My hand rests on the small curve of her stomach. She’s soft and not ripped and tightly toned. I like that. Women are meant to be soft in my opinion.

  “You can be loud. I like it.” Her blush travels down her cheeks and settles on her chest as she reaches down and covers my hand on her stomach.

  I smirk at her embarrassment.

  She shakes her head and leans to sit up. “I cannot! My sister is out there!” Her gaze travels over my chest before settling on my erection. Smiling at me, she slides her shirt off and drops it to the floor. Reaching around, she unhooks her bra. She blushes again as she slowly slides the blue lace off her shoulders and down her arms before dropping it to join her clothes on the floor. She’s completely naked and she’s perfect. Soft and curvy in all the right places.

  I can’t stop myself from muttering, “Daisy, you’re perfect. So beautiful.”

  She snorts and glances up at me. “I’m not perfect. No need to lie. I’m round where people say I should be flat. My boobs are huge and I have hips and an ass. I’m comfortable with me, but I’m not perfect.”

  Shaking my head, I catch her hand as she tries to smooth her hair back from her face. “No, you’re wrong… your body is perfection. Now, shut up and come here.”

  Her eyes widen as I place her hand on my crotch and say hoarsely. “We’re going to have to do something about this together or I need to do it myself, but either way my dick could cut a hole in the side of the bus right now.”

  S
he laughs and it’s music to my ears. Then she rubs me through my jeans and cheekily says, “Well, let me help you with that.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Daisy

  Rafe just gave me superb oral sex on our bus! And my sister is in the next room… along with our manager.

  Oh my God, I should be embarrassed. I should be walking out there right now.

  But, I’m not… Rafe is here… he’s hard for me… and I’m about to have SEX with him. After all the rigmarole… Yup, Daisy Anderson is about to jump on the Rafe Rider Express.

  I hope it’s not really an express though.

  Oh my God… shut up and get on with it.

  I laughed when Rafe just said that, but my heart sped up. This is really about to happen.

  Scooting down to kneel on the floor in front of him, I open the clasp on his jeans. He’s watching me with taut cheeks and blazing eyes. I’m completely naked and he just said he likes my body. He seemed like he was serious.

  I certainly like his body… his tattoos actually fascinate me. They are all smoke and flames. Lots of different ones, but his entire upper torso is covered with them. Front and back. I’ve never been with a man so heavily inked before, but these are actually really beautiful.

  A blue flame is on his abs and disappears under the waistband I’m about to navigate. As I slide the zipper down, his breath hisses out from between his teeth. My knuckle brushes against the tip of his cock as it pops out of the top of his boxers. It’s swollen and almost purple. He wasn’t kidding about how hard it was.

  Reaching down, I pull the pants and boxers down his hips and legs. With some finagling, I get them and his shoes off and drop them to the floor beside me. He’s now just as naked as I am and his body is beautiful. He’s tight and toned everywhere. Muscled without being too much. Just cut lines and lean muscle… all covered with smoke and flame tattoos. His legs are tattoo free, but the blue flame I was so curious about ends just at the top of his pelvis. His “V” is accentuated perfectly.

  He groans as he looks down his body at me. “Seriously, stop looking at me like that, Daisy. If you don’t, I’m not going to be gentle and I want to be gentle with you.”

  My eyes widen at his tone. He sounds tortured.

  So, he likes it rough? Like how rough?

  Nodding, I run my fingers up the insides of his thighs. He shudders. My hands reach his groin and I wrap it around his cock. I slowly stroke and his head falls back as his mouth opens on a moan.

  Smiling, I lean down and close my mouth over the tip. His eyes fly open and lock on mine. “No, St…..Ahhhhhhhh.”

  Hollowing my cheeks, I take him to the base and try to take him as deeply as I can. He’s longer than I expected and I gag a bit, but with some maneuvering, I’m able to take most of him. My hands are working the base of his cock as my mouth and throat handle the top. His hands are buried in my hair and he’s thrusting into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat and I cough and slide him out to the tip. Saliva is dripping out of my mouth and covering my hands as I stroke him.

  I’m so wet from sucking his cock. I’ve always enjoyed it, but it’s not really something I do on a regular basis.

  Rafe yanks on my hair and growls, “Enough. If you don’t stop, I’m going to choke you and I want to fuck you, Daisy.”

  My eyes widen at the way he’s talking to me. But I like it.

  He pulls me up onto the couch and says, “Kneel down and grab the pillow if you want to be quiet. I know you don’t want them to hear us, but I don’t care and I’m selfish enough to want you to be vocal.”

  Shaking my head, I say, “No, you lay back. If you fuck me, you’re going to look at me. You’re going to know exactly who you’re with, Rafe.”

  His eyes widen and he smiles at me. Grabbing me, he crushes his mouth to mine. He kisses the breath out of me and spurns my desire on even more. When he breaks the kiss, he cups the back of my neck and leans against my forehead. He’s staring into my eyes as he says, “I know who I’m with, Daisy. I was trying to keep you from being embarrassed. I’m not using you for sex. I want to be here right now… with you.”

  Well, damn.

  Smiling, I kiss him quickly and push him. He lays sideways on the couch and I slide up his body. My knees settle on either side of his hips and I rub against him. He watches me. Reaching down, I grasp his cock and line him up, then with one hand on the back of the couch, I slowly sink onto him. His eyes roll back in his head and he groans. “Oh, baby… you’re so tight. You feel so good…”

  I slide against him and he slips out some before I welcome him back inside of me. My body is so tight. He feels so good. My hips pick up pace and his hands grip them. I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming out at how amazing this feels.

  Then, his hands tighten on my hips to stop me from moving and his eyes fly open. I gasp, “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

  His teeth clench and I can see the strain on his face.

  Oh my God… Did I break his dick!? I didn’t do anything. Did I?

  Oh shit! I saw that on Grey’s Anatomy once. Lexi like popped McSteamy’s dick. I didn’t do that…

  SHIT!

  I gasp out, “Oh my God, did I break your dick, Rafe?”

  His eyes widen and shock covers his face. He repeats it. “Did you break my dick? What the fuck?”

  I blink. He doesn’t sound like I broke his dick. He’d be screaming, right?!

  Then, he laughs. Like full out laughing. “You thought you broke my dick, Daisy? Do you break a lot of dicks? Should I have signed a waiver first?”

  He’s laughing at me? I was worried about him and he’s laughing at me.

  That asshole.

  What the hell?

  Why the hell did he stop me then?

  Embarrassment is overtaking me, so I try to slide off him. He stops me and slaps my thigh. “No, you didn’t break my dick, Daisy. And don’t leave. I’m not done.” He looks deep into my eyes. “We’re not done.”

  I snap at him. “Why did you stop me? And you’re laughing at me… while you’re still inside of me! What the hell, Rafe? Are you messing with me? Was this a game all along?”

  His face suddenly sobers and he grasps my hips as he thrusts inside of me. “A game, Daisy? Does this feel like a game to you, sweetheart?”

  He thrust again and my back arches, I moan. “Ohhhhhhhh.”

  Then, he stops and mutters, “Shit, focus, Rafe!” I glance at him in confusion. His teeth are clenched again and his nostrils are flaring. His hands are biting into my hips. Then, he says, “Condom? Do you have a condom, Daisy?”

  What? We’re already having sex and he’s asking me about a condom.

  Well no, I don’t have a damn condom. This isn’t their bus! We don’t keep condoms here! It’s not like we bring people on here after concerts!

  I glare at him.

  Rafe

  Shit!

  I’m having sex with Daisy and we didn’t use a condom. We aren’t using a condom.

  I don’t know if she’s on anything. She’s not really the type to fuck around.

  However, I’m buried inside of her and want nothing more than to fuck her until we both lose it and I don’t know if she has a condom.

  I do…

  But it’s on the other bus.

  I bet Sean does. I can ask him.

  Shit! No I can’t! Daisy would freak out.

  Oh my god…

  She’s sitting on top of me with my throbbing dick inside of her and the nipples of her perfect tits are peeking out from beneath her hair. And… she’s glaring at me.

  She says, “What? Why on earth would I have a condom, Rafe? Do you think I do shit like this regularly?”

  I shake my head and grip her hips tighter. She sounds pissed, but even that is not affecting my extremely rigid dick. “No, I don’t think that. I know you don’t. But, I don’t have one…”

  She continues to glare at me and then mutters, “I’m on the pill. But what about you? Do I need to wo
rry you’ve given me a disease?”

  She’s on the pill… Thank God!

  Wait, she thinks I have an STD?

  “Um, no. I don’t have any STDs. I get checked very regularly and I also do practice safe sex for the most part. I am not really all that interested in my dick falling off because I catch something from a skank.”

  Her face shows her disgust and she jerks off me. I slide out and she plops next to me on the couch and frowns.

  I frown too and sigh.

  Well, that killed the mood, didn’t it?!

  Reaching over, I touch her shoulder, she moves away.

  That stings.

  “Daisy, I’m sorry. Look… we need to get this out in the open.” She turns to me and I can see her worrying her lip. I try again. “I have a lot of sex. With a lot of people. We’ve talked about this. You know all this and I know that it bothers you… but if we do this… I won’t have sex with anyone but you for as long as this is going on. I respect you and I won’t do that to you.”

  She sighs and turns to me. Her golden brown eyes are hooded and I can see her uncertainty.

  Don’t run. Don’t put the brakes on.

  Reaching down, she grabs a blanket from the corner of the couch and wraps it around her tightly.

  Well, that doesn’t seem very fucking promising.

  She looks at me and nods. “I know. And thank you. I appreciate that. I know that you and I are not even close as far as sexual partners. I’ve had three.” My mouth drops open. “I don’t want to know how many you’ve had. I don’t think you even know… Which is fine… I can’t judge. Or I shouldn’t judge. I just think sex means different things to us.

  “For me, sex is personal. It’s private. It means something.

  “And for you… well sex, is just a thing. You don’t even know people’s names.”

  I get it. I know that for her what I do, or rather what I’ve done, is upsetting.

  But, I don’t want to have this stop before it starts because of my past endeavors.

  Reaching out, I cover her hand where it’s picking at a loose thread on the blanket. “Daisy, you’re right. Everything you said is right…