Rock My Body

by Michelle A. Valentine

  The heat of his stare overwhelms me as he tilts his head and runs his tongue along the side of my finger and when he bites the tip, my panties nearly incinerate on the spot. Dear God. Where did this man learn to be so damn sexy?

  “I swear. If you don’t want anyone to know, then this stays our secret,” he whispers before he leans in and kisses the tender flesh below my ear. “I want you. I’ll follow whatever rules you want.”

  With those words from his lips, every ounce of rational thought flies out of my head and I let go, giving into my body’s desires as I pull back and then crush my lips to his. My fingers thread through his thick blond hair, and I whimper the moment his tongue clashes with mine.

  His hands slide under my dress as I wrap my legs around his waist and grind my pelvis against the hard length in his jeans. His kiss sears me and warmth spreads over the entire length of my body, the material of Tyke’s dark red T-shirt crumpling in my palms as I clutch it hard and tug it over his head.

  When my eyes drift down to his body, I lick my lips in anticipation. His chest is toned, tanned, and beautiful. It reminds me of one of those naked male sculptures that only few men in this world actually resemble, the pronounced “V” that makes women lose their minds on full display as it dips down into his jeans, pointing me in the direction I should go next.

  I move my hand down to the button of his jeans while he pulls on the straps of my dress, exposing the tops of my breasts. His head dips down and his lips caress the soft skin on my chest while his fingers work down the lace of my bra. My nipples pucker as soon as the cool air wafts over them.

  “So goddamn beautiful,” Tyke murmurs, before closing his mouth around the taut pink skin.

  As we continue to tear away each other’s clothing, the sound of both of our panting fills my ears. We take turns exploring, kissing, and tasting each other’s flesh until we are both down to just our underwear. Tyke grabs the sides of my panties and drags them down my legs, leaving me completely naked before him. He hooks his arms under my thighs and pulls my hips to the edge of the rock, dropping to his knees and resting my legs on his shoulders as he uses his fingers to splay open my most sensitive flesh and then plunges his tongue inside.

  The warmth of his mouth on me causes my entire body to writhe. My hips rotate while my head drops back. “Oh God,” I pant.

  My pleas of desire only excite him more as his tongue continues to lap my folds before sucking on my clit.

  “Tyke,” I half whisper, half moan his name as I jam my fingers into his hair.

  It doesn’t take long for that familiar euphoric feeling of an impending orgasm to rush through my body—the same feeling I turned to in order to forget, at least for a while.

  Every nerve ending in my body ignites as I let loose and fall into the bliss of pure ecstasy. I writhe beneath him as he continues to kiss a path up my stomach and then to my breasts. Finally, his lips connect with mine and our mouths meld together, my arousal still evident as our tongues intertwine. If it wasn’t happening to me right this very second, I would never believe that, even after an orgasm I could still be this turned on. I don’t think I’ve ever craved a man inside me as much as I do Tyke Douglas.

  I press my pussy against his crotch and rub myself against his cock, still restrained by his boxer briefs. “I want you.”

  He inhales sharply through his nose and then blows his hot breath across my lips. “I want you, too, but I don’t . . . we can’t . . . fuck.” He drops his forehead to my shoulder, defeated. “I don’t have a condom.”

  I let out a deflated breath, but the need for him still throbs deep within me. I debate for a long moment, worried that we may never get another chance to be alone. “Have you been tested lately?”

  He raises his head and stares at me. There’s no mistaking the wheels turning in his brain as he tries to figure out where I’m going with this question. “Dr. Shepherd tested me for everything the first day I came in, and I got a clean bill of health. Have you been tested?”

  I nod. “I get tested after each sexual partner I’ve had.”

  I feel a twinge of guilt for not telling him exactly how many times that’s been, but considering he’s a rock star, I’m sure his numbers are still higher than mine.

  “Look, Tyke, we’re both adults and have been tested. I’m okay with no condom if you are, as long as you pull out. I’m not on any birth control.”

  He lifts one eyebrow. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

  “No,” I laugh. “Far from it.”

  He grins. “Good. The last thing I want is some psycho, over twenty-five virgin becoming obsessed with me for taking her most prized possession.”

  I roll my eyes. “That ship has long since sailed.”

  He laughs with me for a moment before becoming deadly serious again as he presses his still hard cock against my wet flesh. “Okay. One time. I’m in no fucking shape to be a father right now.”

  “Agreed,” I add and earn what I can only describe as a look of offense on Tyke’s face. “Not that I’m saying you’re not father material. I just mean me. I’m not ready for kids, either.” I quickly rush to make him understand what I meant.

  He kisses my lips. “I knew what you meant. I’m just fucking with you.”

  I bite my lip as a surge of bravery shoots through me and I tell him, “I’d rather you just be fucking me.”

  He growls as he cups my breast in his hand. “That can most definitely be arranged.”

  The playful tone in his voice is soon replaced by a wicked gleam in his eyes—one that tells me he’s most definitely ready to fulfill my last request. With a swift movement of his hand, the gray briefs disappear and his thick cock springs out. I reach between us, eager to touch and explore his beautiful body. His flesh is warm and silky as my fingers run along the length of his shaft.

  I know it’s completely ludicrous to call a cock stunning, but it’s the only word that comes to mind as I gaze upon this magnificent man before me.

  I lick the palm of my hand and then wrap my fingers around his cock, giving it a few long strokes. Tyke’s head falls back, and his mouth drifts open as I work him.

  “Shit,” he murmurs as he licks his lips then brings his face back up so he can stare at me with his lust-coated eyes. He reaches out and flicks his thumb over my still erect nipple. “You don’t know how good your touch feels.”

  I bite my lip as the memory of how damn good he made my body feel floods me, and instantly, I crave that euphoria again.

  “I think I have a pretty good idea,” I say, edging closer to the end of the stone and guiding his cock up and down my folds, making impact with my clit each time.

  Tyke sucks a quick breath through his teeth. “Jesus. You’re still so fucking wet.”

  I lean in and lick his parted lips. “It’s because I want you inside me so damn bad.”

  He crushes his mouth to mine as he thrusts his hips forward and the tip of his cock teases my entrance. “This? Is this what you want?”

  My thighs spread wider, and I grab his ass. “Yes.”

  “Need it?” he questions, inching forward.

  “Oh, God, yes.” Even I can hear the pleading in my voice as I beg him to give me more. “I do.”

  He trails his nose along my jawline. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Frannie.”

  Chills shoot down my spine as my entire body covers with goose bumps. I don’t remember ever wanting a man this much. No one has ever brought me to the edge and allowed me to teeter on the cliff of desire as long as Tyke has, and, God, the anticipation is killing me.

  “Say it,” he coaxes. “I want to hear the dirty words coming out of your sexy mouth.”

  “Fuck me, Tyke. I want you to fuck me,” I whisper against his lips.

  As soon as the words touch the air, he thrusts his dick inside me. My pussy immediately clamps around him, holding him there.

  “Fucking heaven,” he breathes, moving at a deliciously slow pace. He drops his head and rests his fo
rehead on my shoulder. “I don’t know how long I’m going to last because it feels too—damn—good.”

  I run my nails down his back, and he looks up to lock his gaze with mine. “Then fuck me hard and make it fucking count.”

  My words must ignite something within him because he snakes his arms under mine and grips my shoulders, locking me into place. His thrusts pick up speed. “You like it hard?”

  “Yes,” I hiss.

  I close my eyes, loving the way every inch of me is on fire for this man. The sound of our skin slapping echoes around us in the otherwise quiet forest, turning me on even more.

  He fists my hair, pulling my head back, forcing me to look at him. “Watch me while I fuck you. I want to see you. I want to look in your eyes when you come with me inside you.”

  The constant rhythm of him driving into me as deep as he can causes that familiar tingle to erupt throughout my body. I pant, and the urge to give in to the feeling and close my eyes rushes over me, but Tyke’s hold on me reminds me he wants to see me fall apart.

  My mouth drifts open and a low moan rolls out of me as my second orgasm hits me hard. “Oh God. Tyke, yes.”

  “That’s right, baby, come for me. Remember it’s me who makes you feel like this,” he chants as he watches me come undone before him.

  His thrusts become more rigid as he pounds into me, seeking his own release while I’m still on my high. A string of unintelligible curses fly from his mouth as he comes hard.

  “Shit,” he yells as he realizes he’s coming inside me.

  He pulls his cock out just in time for me to watch one small shot of thick white come shoot onto the outer lips of my pussy. It’s hard to tell, but it looks like there’s some oozing out of me as well.

  He grips a handful of his hair and stares down at his come dripping out of me. “Fuck. Jesus. Frannie, I’m sorry. I didn’t pull out in time. I was just so caught up in feeling you. If something happens, I want you to know I’ll take care of it.”

  I shake my head as I hop off the rock—the lust-filled moment I was just living suddenly darkened by the reality of what has happened.

  I grab my underwear off the ground. “It’s okay, Tyke. What are the odds of anything happening, right? It was an accident. One we won’t let happen again.”

  I know it’s a lame attempt to console him. He’s no idiot. He knows just as well as I do what we just did is legitimately concerning.

  He nods as he watches me put my clothes back on. “Still, if you get pregnant, you tell me. We’ll take care of it.”

  The word abortion rolls around in my brain for a moment. While I’m not against a woman having the right to choose what to do with her body at all, doing that just isn’t for me. I always told myself when I was fucking around before that if that happened with a man I didn’t know well or wasn’t in a good relationship with, I would give up the child for adoption. But there’s no need to go into any of that with Tyke.

  I finish the last button on my dress just as Tyke buttons his jeans. His green eyes are filled with concern as he watches me, waiting for me to agree to the abortion if a pregnancy does happen.

  I debate whether to tell him my true feelings about the situation but decide against it. At some point, he’ll leave this place, and what happens to me will be none of his concern.

  “You’ll let me know, right?” he questions again.

  I pat his chest as I walk by him. “Sure.”

  That’s the last thing I say as I walk away, leaving him standing in the middle of the deserted woods, alone.

  “The Morning After” – Meg Myers

  The lavender soap lathers easily against my skin, cleaning every trace of Tyke Douglas from my body. On one hand, our stolen moment together in the woods was one of the most exhilarating experiences I’ve ever had. We shared a true connection, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. On the other hand, being hit with the harsh realization that the act was “just sex” has never happened to me like that before. Sure, I’ve had countless, meaningless trysts with random strangers, but never have I felt immediate regret for allowing myself to get so out of control. I shouldn’t have had sex with him without a condom. I’m fucking smarter than that. I don’t know why I allowed it to happen.

  Well, that’s not strictly true. I’m attracted to him, and God, him singing a song about me—I lost all resolve. I wanted him right then and there. To hell with the consequences.

  I rinse my body clean, dry off, and then quickly dress in a black dress suit. Tonight, after dinner, will be my first group therapy session including Tyke. I don’t know how I’m going to hold it together when I see him. My stupid emotions are everywhere. The attraction I was hoping would go away after I allowed him to ravage my body is still there, if not stronger than before. What happened out in those woods can never happen again. It’s too big of a risk, not only to my job, but to my heart, too.

  Every woman has an ideal man, a dream man, and Tyke Douglas is exactly that for me. He’s sweet, amazingly talented, and insanely sexy. On top of that, knowing that he thinks about me, actually caring that I’m sad . . . there’s absolutely no resisting that package. I’ll need to keep my distance, no matter how much I’m tempted.

  Once I’m presentable, I step out of the cottage and make my way up toward the main house. When I’m only a few feet away, I hear a door close behind me and Kimmy’s voice calls for me to wait up.

  I turn in time to see Kimmy bounding up to me, wearing yet another adorable outfit that gives her the appearance of being younger than she actually is.

  “Hey, Frannie. What’d you spend your afternoon doing?” She matches my pace as I continue on to the house.

  “Nothing much. Hung out in my room mostly.” Lying to her about my afternoon is absolutely vital. “How about you?”

  She shrugs. “I stayed in the main house and read a book. Not having cable sucks. I miss reality TV.”

  I nod. “I’ve noticed there aren’t any televisions on the property. Why is that?”

  “Dr. Shepherd says he wants to eliminate as much negative drama from the clients as possible, since some of them are famous and all. But, if you ask me, not allowing TV is dumb, especially considering he doesn’t confiscate their phones.” She pops her gum as we step up onto the porch.

  “You’re right,” I agree. “It’s not like they can’t Google themselves—if their phones actually get service here. I’ve noticed mine is spotty at best, and I drop a lot of calls.”

  “It’s these damn mountains. They make it impossible to get a lot of things out here.” She steps up on the porch and then heads toward the side of the house.

  “You aren’t coming to dinner?” I ask, wondering where she’s going.

  She shakes her head. “Nope. I’m going in to use Dr. Shepherd’s computer. It’s a school night for me.”

  I smile, remembering that she told me when I met her that she was taking online classes while she worked on getting into design. “I’ll see you later then. Have fun studying.”

  Walking into the kitchen, the spicy scent of grilled meat floats around me and I lick my lips as the aroma fills my nose. “Hey, Sue. Need some help?”

  She smiles as she looks up from the chocolate cake she’s frosting. “Hello, Frannie. Thanks for the offer, but I’m just about finished. Hope you’re hungry.”

  “Starved,” I tell her with a smile as I pass through on my way to the dining room.

  Most of the clients are already seated at the table. I scan the faces and find myself disappointed that Tyke’s not here yet. The urge to kick myself comes over me. How stupid am I to be so excited to see him again. I just vowed to stay away from him.

  “Hey, Dr. Mead,” Randall says, nudging the chair beside him. “This seat is open.”

  A small amount of relief floods me. Sitting here guarantees that I won’t have to sit next to Tyke. I squeeze into the seat between Randall and Arnold. Like a gentleman, Randall stands to push the chair in behind me.

  “Thank you,” I
say, watching as Josie, sitting on the other side of Randall, shoots an evil look in my direction.

  Clearly, she thinks I’m encroaching on her territory.

  Seconds later, Tyke enters the room and sits in the same seat he’s been at since his arrival. He’s eaten all his meals sitting next to me, so far. His confused green eyes rake over me. After the way I left him standing in the woods, I don’t know why me moving to another seat surprises him. We had sex—a one-time thing. There’s no need to keep up the charade of being close when we both know there’s no real future.

  Randall turns toward me with a polite smile. “So, Dr. Mead—”

  “Frannie, please,” I quickly correct him.

  His smile widens. “Okay, Frannie it is, then. What I was about to ask is if you have any big weekend plans two weeks from now?”

  I shake my head. “Not really.”

  “Do you like art?”

  “Yes. I appreciate art in a variety of forms.” My mind automatically drifts back to Tyke singing and how beautiful that was. He is truly an artist.

  “Well, as you know, I’m the activities director, and from time to time I like to plan outings for the clients. There’s an art gallery in a city that’s not too far from here, and I was thinking it would be nice to get out. Would you be interested in being the second chaperone?”

  The idea of leaving the property for a while is enticing. “I’d love that.”

  “Great.” Randall drums his fingers on the top of the table in a fit of glee and then addresses the rest of the table. “Everyone? Can I have your attention?”

  The small chitchat at the table stops and everyone focuses on Randall—everyone but Tyke, who’s staring directly at me. His eyes bore into me as he tilts his head toward the seat next to him. I give my shoulders a slight shrug and pull my lips into a tight line.

  I know he wants more of an explanation than that. Hell, if I were him, I would, too. But what can I tell him? Thanks for the sex? Maybe now, since we’ve acted on our desire for one another, we can focus on being strictly professional? He doesn’t want to hear that. He probably won’t even care.