Riff

by Skye Turner

  I blink at him and then my face burns as I chuckle in embarrassment. I reply cheekily. “Maybe we want to use the elevator instead of a room.”

  Roman chokes and Summer falls off the seat as Rafe turns to me in shock. I blink innocently as Sean busts out laughing. “Dear lord, you’ve corrupted one of the Taylor’s, Rafe! In one day… Holy shit. I bow down to you!”

  Roman snaps, “Stop it. That’s enough of that talk.” He tries to hide his smirk as he lectures us. “Behave. All of you. No more photos or news until Blue gets her interview. You two are going to be everywhere within a day anyway… Lord help us all if today was just the tip of the iceberg.”

  Summer cackles. “I’ll share my door with you, Roman!”

  Everyone in the Escalade looks completely bewildered by her statement and I laugh hysterically.

  Sean says, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  That makes us both laugh hysterically and she cackles, “Ask Daisy. I think she’ll share her door with you, too, Rafe!”

  Roman asks, “What is she talking about?”

  Catching my breath, I answer him. “Titanic. The movie. Rose hogs the door and Jack freezes to death in the water. After they hit the iceberg…”

  He blinks at me.

  Sean grumbles. “What about me? I guess I’m the sorry asshole freezing to death by myself in the ocean then?”

  One of the burly security guys’ bear hugs him and says, “I’ll keep you warm, boo.”

  He jumps back and we all crack up again. Even Roman.

  We navigate traffic and then pull up to the back entrance of the hotel in Times Square. There are three employees smoking out here, but no sign of paparazzi. I breathe a sigh of relief. I’m not sure I can handle that again so quickly after the last episode.

  The team leader jumps out and scouts the area quickly as the other Escalade pulls in behind us. He nods and the rest of the security team quickly open the doors and ushers us into the hotel through the back. A hotel employee is waiting near the service elevators and holds the doors open for us as we all pile in.

  We’ve got the whole top floor of the hotel reserved and a key card is needed to access the floor. Everyone has their own room for the next two nights. It’s a welcome little break and a luxury there won’t be much of for the next few months.

  Sal, the Tour Manager starts handing out key cards and room packets as we all ride up. This way everyone is accounted for and should we need anyone, we know exactly where to find them. The elevator stops and Roman hands the hotel employee a $100 bill. “Thanks. Appreciate your help.”

  The older gentleman nods and says, “No problem. Enjoy your stay. If you need anything, just call down for me. My name is Juaquin.”

  We all thank him and shuffle off and down the hall. Everyone heads to their own room, but Rafe stays next to me. He leans down. “So, am I coming to your room? Or are you coming to mine?”

  Glancing over his shoulder, I see that no one is paying us any attention. No one cares. Yanking his hand, we race down the hall to the room at the end… my room according to my room packet.

  As soon as the door opens, he pushes me in and before I can turn the light on, I’m pressed back against the door. My hands weave into his hair as his hands yank my hips into his.

  He moans, “God, I’ve been wanting to do this all day.”

  I pull his hair and yank his mouth down to mine. “Me, too.”

  We’re kissing. It’s frantic and feverish. Almost like we’ve been apart for a month and not one night. His tongue is delving into my mouth and tracing my teeth before rubbing sensuously against mine.

  I can’t get enough of him. His hands raise the hem of my shirt and brush against my stomach. I jerk and press my breasts against his chest as my hands yank his shirt up. We break the kiss long enough to remove both shirts and then mash our lips back together. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his hips.

  The bedroom is too far away, so he crosses the room and lays me back on a couch. My hands are grabbing for the waistband of his pants. His belt is quickly loosened as he yanks at the waistband of my own jeans.

  My hand slips inside the parted material and wraps around his velvet shaft. He growls into my mouth and bites my bottom lip as I run the tip of my thumb over his bulbous head. His fingers slip inside the crotch of my panties and the tip barely dips into the wetness gathered there.

  It’s not enough. Yanking my hand out of his pants, I shove him back. He topples backwards on the couch and yelps in surprise. His pants are yanked down his hips and quickly discarded. He’s completely naked and laying back on the couch watching me through hooded eyes as his cock proudly juts out.

  Watching him. I unhook my bra and toss it behind me, then slide my jeans and panties down my legs. As they drop to the floor, I kick them behind me and stand in front of him, naked, completely exposed, and burning with desire.

  I nibble on my bottom lip as his gaze rakes me from head to toe. Then, he reaches out for me and grabs my legs, yanking me back to the couch. I squeal. He growls, “Straddle my face, Daisy. I need to eat that pussy.”

  Oh my God. I’ve never been talked to like this before.

  I hesitate and he pulls me over him, positioning me over his face. My knees are on either side of his head. He inhales and says, “God, this is what dreams are made of,” then, he’s licking me and sucking on my clit.

  My back arches and my hands grasp the arm rest of the couch. His hands cup my ass as he guides me to ride his face while he eats me practically unconscious.

  I can’t handle the myriad of sensations I’m feeling. He’s assaulting my pussy and his fingers are rimming my asshole.

  I’m not… I don’t… I shouldn’t like this…

  Shut up… Oh my God… this is torture… Sweet, aching, delicious torture.

  I’m about to cum. I can’t stop the sensations rushing through my entire body.

  My fingers dig into the fabric as I ride his face and his tongue laps at me. His finger slips into my ass and my vision blackens. I scream out his name. “RAFE! Oh my God… Ohhhhhhh myyyyy Gooooood….”

  I can’t stop spasming and he licks me through it all with the tip of his finger lightly fucking my asshole.

  Who the hell knew that ass play heightened an orgasm like that?

  I certainly didn’t.

  Oh my God.

  I slump over gasping for air and trying to see straight as I continue to shake from the aftermath of my intense orgasm.

  Rafe

  Daisy just went wild when I fingered her ass as I ate her out. I didn’t mean to touch her ass… it was unintentional. Especially after the way she reacted the first time we kissed, but she certainly seemed into it.

  Maybe she does like anal play? Or maybe she doesn’t know if she likes it?

  Either way she just shattered all over my face and my dick is raging with the need to sink into her.

  She slides off my face and I groan. As she settles against the back of the couch, she looks down at me and says, “Oh my God, Rafe. That was… I didn’t know… Oh my God…”

  I smirk. “You’ve never…”

  Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. “Um, no. I never… I didn’t think I’d like that. But…” Her face is bright red. She’s sexy as shit. “That might have been the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  My chest swells. Maybe we can explore that further if she’s open to it. I’m a big fan of anal sex.

  I grin at her and scoot up to lay next to her. My cock is resting at the apex of her thighs. It’s jumping and screaming at me to shut the fuck up and sink it into her.

  Ignoring my body’s demands, I smooth her hair back from her face and lean down to kiss her. My face is still wet from her and I know she can taste herself on me. Her smell is everywhere.

  She wraps her arms around my neck and pressed against me. I groan as her knee lays over my hip.

  My oozing tip is rubbing against her and it’s so slick. I moan and rub against her. She b
ites my lip and reaches down to stroke me. “Hm, this feels like you need some relief, lover.”

  She strokes me again and my head falls back. “Ohhhh, Daisy. I need to fuck you. I’m in pain, baby.”

  She laughs and lines me up. “We can’t have that now can we?” I glide inside. I want to be gentle, but I’m too supercharged from eating her pussy and having her come unglued on my face.

  My fingers dig into her hips and I position her on her side against the back of the couch as I start to move. Her eyes close and her mouth opens as she gasps. “Yes. Oh yes.”

  Her arms reach around the back of the couch to hold on as I pound into her. We’re both gasping and moaning as the couch jumps across the floor. I’m fucking her hard. I should slow down. I might hurt her. But, I can’t.

  Her nails are biting into the fabric of the couch as her tits bounce around and I ram into her over and over.

  I can feel her start to clench around me and her voice hitches, “Ohhhh. Ohhhhh, yes…. Oh my God… Rafe… don’t stop… Oh, God… Oh… my… God…”

  Her knee locks around my hip and as she clenches around my dick, my own release overtakes me.

  I yell out, “Daisy! Fucking hell, baby… I can’t hold it… Argh…” My hips jerk into her and my back arches as my arms tighten up. I feel myself swelling as my cum pumps into her.

  Finally, I slump beside her on the couch and close my eyes. We’re both quiet as we catch our breath.

  After a bit, I feel her breath on my shoulder and open my eyes. She’s looking at me with her head resting on her palm. Her fingers lightly trace the flames on my chest and she says, “Damn. I can’t hold back with you. I’m not used to being so unrestrained and free with sex, Rafe.”

  Propping my head on my folded arm, I look at her. “What do you mean?”

  She shrugs and runs her fingers all across my chest and down my pecs. “I mean, I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never been so wild and wanton. I’m not… I’ve never been so hot for someone that I act like… well, like I act with you.”

  My eyes soften. “I make you lose control?”

  She nods. “You do and I like it. You could probably do whatever you wanted and I’d be open to it. The things you bring out of me… I’m not used to them.”

  Leaning up, I catch her lips. She presses hers to mine and then sighs. “You scare me, Rafe.”

  I scare her? Why? Like I’m too assertive? Too rough?

  I don’t want to scare her? I wouldn’t hurt her.

  “I don’t want to scare you, Daisy. I’m more open to things than you’re probably used to, but I won’t pressure you. Whatever you’re comfortable with… it’s enough. Sex with you is fantastic. I don’t know why I scare you?”

  She sits up and looks around like she’s uncomfortable. “I know that. That’s––that’s not what I meant.

  “The sex is great. And I’m not opposed to trying new things… but the way you make me feel… the way I want to do things I’ve never wanted before… that’s scary for me.”

  Ok…

  I’m kind of lost here.

  My hands run through my hair as I exclaim, “I scare you? The sex scares you? Or the way you feel about me scares you?”

  She looks right at me and then shrugs before looking away. The wall is suddenly extremely interesting. “All of the above…”

  My hand reaches out and my finger catches her chin. I turn her face towards me. Looking into her eyes, I try to put everything that I’m not wanting to say into my eyes. I smile slowly. “You scare me, too, Daisy… You… matter… and women don’t really matter to me. Sex is something I do and rarely does it mean a damn thing other than getting off.

  “But with you… sex matters. You matter. Whatever you’re feeling… I’m feeling, too.

  “It’s new and it’s unnerving as fuck. But I like it. So, how about we just push forward… together?!”

  Her eyes light up and she smiles at me. My heart races in my chest. She nods and leans into my shoulder. My arm automatically goes around her and pulls her closer. Then, she leans her face up and we’re once again kissing softly… expressing so much with no words… because this matters…

  Chapter Twenty

  Daisy

  Rafe went down to his room to get ready for our interview with Blue for Rock With Me Magazine since all of his clothes are there. Our luggage was delivered outside our doors while we were… occupied.

  We’re going to have the interview in Roman’s suite since it’s the only place we’re guaranteed privacy. Our security has let us know that people are camped out everywhere in the lobby and on the street. Everyone is wanting to catch a peek of us and get the next photo or video to sell to the highest bidder.

  Jesus. This is insane. How do the guys deal with this if this is normal to them? Who wants to live like this?

  Sure, we have paparazzi around and fans ask for photos when they see us, but it’s never been the shoving, screaming chaos like we walked through this morning.

  Is the entire tour going to be like this?

  Is it going to be better or worse once Rafe and I go public about our relationship?

  Roman has ordered in more security for the Good Morning America performance tomorrow since it’s in Central Park. They have security, but with the interest in the tour, and in me and Rafe… he doesn’t want to take any risks.

  I think I’ve narrowed my clothing choices down to a light maxi dress or jeans and a cute top when there’s a knock on my door. I normally have a stylist for this shit, but since it’s a casual interview in a suite, I’m dressing myself. I suck at this!

  Tossing the shirt onto the couch… where Rafe and I had hot sex earlier, I cross to the door. Checking the peep hole, I see Summer fidgeting outside.

  After unlocking it, I hold it open. “What’s up, sis? You ok?”

  She nods and slips in. Her hands are full of clothes and she has her make-up bag. She mutters, “I don’t know what to wear. This is a big deal and I don’t know what to wear!”

  I laugh and hug her. She hugs me back and looks over my shoulder at the mess of clothes spread around the room. “You, too?”

  “Yup. I really suck at this. Isn’t this why we have stylists so that if we look like shit it’s someone else’s fault?”

  Slipping out from under my arm, she walks over and holds up the pink and black maxi dress. “Wear this. You look great in pink and black and it’s super cute.” Then she says, “Did you pack the black blazer? If so, put that over it.”

  I nod. “I was leaning toward that one.” I point at her arms. “So, what do you have? Let me see.”

  She dumps everything on the couch and we start to sort through it. Finally, I hold up a pair of faded skinny jeans, a pink sequined tank top, and a light cropped denim jacket. “This. Wear this. With your brown boots. Sexy and chic, but still casual.”

  She squints at is and purses her lips. “You don’t think it’s too casual?”

  I laugh. “I’m going to wear a maxi dress, Summer!”

  She nods and starts stripping. I do the same. She starts laughing and I turn to see what’s funny. She’s looking at my inner thigh.

  I glance down and cuss. “Son of a bitch!”

  She claps and grins at me. “Damn, girl. That’s some serious whisker burn. Rafe went downtown something fierce, huh?”

  My face flames and I throw a shirt at her. “Shut up. Thank God it’s going to be covered!”

  She grins at me as she catches the shirt and tosses it onto the couch. Then, she looks at me seriously. “So, you and Rafe Rider… I never would have imagined you with someone like him, sis.”

  I nod and mutter, “Yeah, me neither.”

  She chuckles as she slides the tank over her head before smoothing it down over her curves. “But, you seem to work… You two aren’t so different. And together… you’re kind of awesome. And vomit inducing. I didn’t think Rafe was the romantic type, but with you, he’s different. It’s cool.”

  She sounds wistful. I gl
ance at her. Her brow is creased. I ask, “So, you and Sean…”

  Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. “There is no me and Sean. We’ve made out a few times, but he doesn’t seem interested in more than a good time and I don’t think I can sleep with him and then have him screw someone else. I thought I might be able to…” She shrugs. “But, nope. Turns out I’m more straight-laced than I thought.”

  I frown. “You like him though?”

  She smirks. “Um, yeah. Have you seen him? He’s gorgeous, but he’s a party boy and I am not a good time girl. Oh well… I can stare at him and use my toys while I imagine all the dirty things I would do with him if he was a one woman man… and that way I won’t get any diseases!”

  I gag. “Oh, gross! I could have gone my entire life without hearing those words from you, Summer!”

  She laughs and waggles her brows at me. “So, since I’m not having hot sex and you’re having very good sex… give me the dirty details! I know they’re dirty. Rafe just screams filthy, wild, headboard breaking sex! I bet he’s like Edward, huh? Does he bite you?”

  I can’t even… My eyes widen and then I start laughing uncontrollably. “Summer, you’re a hot ass mess! You watch way too many movies!

  “Does he bite me?! Oh my God! He’s not a freaking vampire!”

  She smirks and rolls her eyes at me. “Hey, books and movies are the only romance I’m getting!”

  Shaking my head, I finish getting dressed as we chat more. We’re in my bathroom, putting the finishing touches on our faces when another knock on the door breaks up our laughter.

  She calls out, “I’ll get it. Finish with your lipstick.”

  I’m just applying my second coat of lipstick when I hear muffled laughter and then Rafe calls out from outside the door. “Is it ok to come in?”

  Summer snickers. “Oh please… it’s not like it would matter if she was naked! You left brush burn all over her damn inner thighs!”

  I yell, “Shut up, Summer!”

  Rafe pops his head in. His eyes are twinkling. “I rubbed your thighs raw?”

  Deciding to be naughty, I smirk at him and raise my skirt up. His eyes widen and he quickly looks behind him before stepping into the bathroom and closing the door. He smirks as he sees the telltale marks from his scruff on my inner thighs.