“That, you can feel,” he whispered into my ear.
I tried to mumble something, but it came out as a hopeless cry.
Tatum hadn’t let up at that point and when he slipped his right hand around my body, touching my other breast, I finally was able to cry out in intense pain and pleasure.
“Fuck,” I managed to say.
“That’s right,” Tatum said. “That’s what the pain is like. It’s like fuck.”
“Stop,” I mumbled. “I can’t take it...”
On command, Tatum’s fingers opened. His hand on my left breast was gone, my nipple throbbing, matching my racing heartbeat. I could sense his hand lingering close to my breast.
“Touch me,” I whimpered. “Make it feel good...”
“That I can do,” Tatum said.
He moved quick and with passion. Begging him - while sober - definitely worked on him.
I was on my back a second later and Tatum grabbed the bottom of my shirt. My stomach rushed up and down, fluttering in heavy breaths. His rough knuckles glided against my skin and I watched as my breasts were finally exposed for Tatum’s eyes and any of his desires. Of course I had this already planned the night before, but being drunk, as much as I hated to admit it, I may not have remembered it.
Tatum stared at me, his face almost in shock. When I saw my left nipple, I noticed it’s normal pink rose color was now deep red. The fair skin of my breast was a creamy color but the area around my nipple was red too.
“Look what you did,” I whispered.
“Maggie... you wanted it...”
Tatum showed no remorse and it killed me. I was so close to an orgasm, all I needed was him to touch me. Just touch me between my legs and I’d be done.
“Why did you do that?” I asked.
Tatum smiled and shook his head. He didn’t give me a reply. I watched his lips come down to my nipple, moving gently in circles. The feel of his soft lips was soothing. Then I felt the hardness of his lip ring and I shuddered, my hands gripping the sheets and thrusting my lower half up, desperate for him. His tongue came forward with a soft flick, just enough to bring back some of the pain, but not enough to make me uncomfortable. When his lips closed over my nipple, his tongue began an amazing massage. He pressed and moved in circles, somehow making everything feel right.
“Holy fuck,” I said. “I’m... I’m so close already...”
Tatum’s lips closed and he pulled back, bringing my nipple with him for a second before making a popping sound. He looked at me and smiled.
“You’re a liar,” he said.
“I swear, I’m not. I’m ready to explode. If you...”
Tatum was back at my nipple. Then his mouth opened wider, engulfing some of my breast. I felt the surge in my body again, so close to coming. I grabbed Tatum’s hand and placed it between my legs.
“Do it,” I said. “As hard as you can touch me.”
I took my hand away and Tatum gripped me between my legs. The pressure of his fingers pushed my pants into my panties and my panties into... me. I felt the explosive rush of my orgasm, attacking me like a blooming flower. It started between my legs and the pleasure quickly ran up to my breasts.
Tatum moved off my breast and stared at me as I came. His hand remained between my legs, over my pants, his fingers pushing and moving.
“Wow,” he said, “you really wanted it...”
“You have to no idea how bad I want it,” I said as my body attempted to cool down.
“Show me,” Tatum said. “Show me how bad.”
I smiled and pushed Tatum away. Before he could say a word, my hands were at my pants and then they were off. Tatum’s eyes had all of two seconds to look at my red panties before they were sliding off too. His left hand started to move towards me and I swatted it away.
“It’s not fair,” I said. “I’m the only naked one.”
Tatum smiled and tugged at my shirt. “You’re not naked, yet.”
I tugged at his shirt. “Neither are you...”
Tatum sat up and peeled his t-shirt off his body. It was hotter than the other night when he took the bloodied shirt off. I was closer, there was better lighting, and my mind was so focused on him and sex, I made out every muscle, every curve, every delicious piece of his body that I wanted to have.
He looked at me and hesitated with his hands at his pants.
“What?” I asked.
“You said some things...”
“Like telling you to hurt me?”
“No, you asked me if my nipple piercing hurt,” Tatum said. “So I asked if you wanted to see what it felt like.”
My mouth opened but nothing came out. My eyes looked at his nipple ring and I licked my lips again, wanting to taste it.
“What else did I say?” I asked, almost too afraid to hear it.
“I just want to make sure you’re sure,” Tatum said. “I don’t want to become someone’s regret.”
I put my hand on top of his hands, moving them out of the way.
“Nothing with you could ever be a regret,” I said. My fingers pulled at his belt. “So, if you have regrets...” I unbuttoned his pants, slid his zipper down, and my hand moved inside.
“Do you feel any regrets?” he asked with a wicked smile.
“I feel something,” I said.
And I did.
Whoa.
It was huge. Hard. Ready.
I moved my hand away, hating that I did it, and put my hands to my shirt. I took my shirt and bra off, throwing them across the room. With that out of the way, I slipped my fingers together and put my hands behind my head, waiting for Tatum.
There was no hiding how aroused I was. From my chest to my slit, everything was ready. My toes were already curled, thanks to Tatum’s mouth and fingers. As he kicked his pants off the rest of the way, my eyes were finally able to see him completely in the hard flesh. He didn’t touch himself and rolled towards me. As Tatum climbed on top of me, I moaned and put my hands to his shoulders.
I squeezed, bracing myself.
“Maggie...”
“Fuck me, drummer boy,” I teased and giggled.
I looked down just in time to see Tatum’s body connect with mine. My mouth opened for what felt like the hundredth time and he pressed forward. He was there and then inside me, my body welcoming him. Tatum groaned and the muscles in his arms flexed. They were like steel. When he fully entered me, he stopped and put his lips to mine.
I kissed him and he was the first to open his mouth, allowing our tongues to touch. I couldn’t contain myself as I went for his lip ring. The taste of the metal. The erotic feeling of it. I thrust my hips, sliding along Tatum. He growled and pulled out then came right back at me. I let out a cry and then focused again on his lip ring. This time Tatum allowed me to enjoy it. My lips and tongue were on his ring, licking, tasting, suckling. I pulled until he groaned. The only way he got me to calm down was to thrust as hard as he could, forcing me to cry out.
I opened my mouth and let Tatum do his job.
I looked down, watching the sweaty muscles of his stomach contracting as he thrust at me. With each thrust, he brought me closer to another orgasm. When he lowered his body to mine, his rock hard chest against my tender breasts, I let out a series of cries and started to climax again.
“Oh, shit,” Tatum said. “You’re coming, aren’t you?”
I tried to smile but I couldn’t. Everything became focused between my legs. I pulsed and throbbed against Tatum. He didn’t stop though, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, if it were possible. His lips touched my neck, followed by his tongue, flicking and tasting my skin. He moved down to my chest, lifting his body. He touched my right nipple ever so gently. It made me shiver thinking about the intense pain he caused to my left one just a few minutes ago.
My fingers moved to his back, following the strong lines of muscle all the way to his butt. I cupped him and pulled, wanting him faster.
“Yes,” I moaned, lifting my head to his ear. “Y
es. I want to feel it... please, Tatum, please...”
Tatum groaned and moved faster. He started moving so fast that another surge of orgasmic pleasure hit me. My hands clawed at his back. My mouth clamped down near his shoulder and I let out a series of moans, trying my best not to let my teeth sink into his skin too much. Tatum was lost in his own world for a few seconds and I found out why. He offered me one last thrust and as he began to come, he buried his head into the curve of my neck and let out a deep breath and groaned. The explosion inside my body was intense yet perfect. I moved my body as hard and fast as I could, not wanting to spare a second of Tatum’s body inside me. When Tatum finally eased himself, he didn’t just end everything. I had expected him to slide his way off me and out of my bed, to go home, because he got what he wanted.
Instead, Tatum rolled to his side, taking me with him. He was still inside me during the sudden move, so I had a whole new tingling sensation rushing through my body. As his body relaxed, he slowly exited me, but his hands were everywhere. His left hand touched my face. My skin savored the touch and I would remember it forever. His right hand started at my shoulder, much like last night, and ended up at my breast. He massaged around my nipple.
I couldn’t be sure right then if was still sore because the only thing that dominated my body was pleasure.
All thanks to Tatum.
~9~
“Hope I didn’t hurt you,” he said.
“Nope,” I said. “I asked for it.”
“Yeah, you did.”
I swallowed and sighed. The pleasure still hadn’t gone away. It kept coming in waves.
“Tell me about everything,” Tatum whispered.
“Everything like what?” I asked.
“Last night, you started to get upset...”
“Did I cry?”
“No,” Tatum smiled. “But you were getting upset.”
I looked down and saw Tatum’s large hand cupping my breast. I’d never been in such a calming moment with a man when naked before. I wasn’t used to anything like this happening. If by some chance I did decide to fool around with a guy, it never went beyond the sexual encounter.
With Tatum, he wanted to be there...
“Do you have band practice?” I asked.
“Of course I do,” Tatum said. “Does that matter right now?”
“I mean, if you have to go and get ready, or need to call someone...”
“Do you want me to leave?” Tatum asked.
“No. I just figured you were waiting for an opening to leave.”
“An opening? Maggie, if I wanted to leave, I’d stand up and walk out. After getting dressed, of course.”
I smiled. I slid my body closer to Tatum. I did not want to spare an inch of space between us.
“Don’t leave,” I whispered. “I don’t want you to.”
“Then I won’t.” Tatum said. “At least not for a little while. I do have band practice. But you can come if you want. You’ve been there.”
Of course I had been to band practice. I’d seen the garage. It’s where I first got to actually look at Tatum, sitting behind his drums, creating music. I got to see him stand from behind the kit, holding drumsticks, playing with his lip ring, tearing my heart to pieces.
That’s how it felt right then, staring in Tatum’s eyes. I never wanted that feeling to go away.
“Tell me about last night,” Tatum said.
“You’re not going to let it go, are you?”
“Nope.”
“Well, can you at least stop holding my boob for a minute? It’s an emotional story.”
Tatum laughed. His hand slid up to my shoulder and he moved to his back, allowing me to rest halfway on top of him. When my left leg moved, I felt Tatum and he was still mostly hard. I shuddered, wanting to just reach down, grab him, and start the morning over again... and again... and again...
But I knew Tatum wasn’t going to let me do that.
“Scarlett is moving out,” I said. “That was the start of last night.”
“I heard. Tripp said something to us about it. He made sure that she wouldn’t get in the way of the band.”
“You think she would?” I asked.
Tatum took a deep breath and asked, “What else happened last night?”
I noted how he avoided my question. It didn’t make me feel very good, but at least I knew I had something to go back to. Maybe I could get him to talk to me then. Spill his beautiful guts. Or just get back inside me and spill something else there.
“Everything got to me,” I said. “Sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“Your phone number was the easiest to get.”
“Really?”
“I kind of kept the drumstick on my nightstand.”
“How cute.”
Tatum leaned in and kissed me. Just once. I didn’t want just once. I wanted forever. I was used to just once and hated it.
...promises, Maggie. Please. It’s always about promises...
“You look upset right now,” Tatum said, calling out my fragile memory.
“I have been thinking about things.”
“Then don’t think. Talk.”
“I’m not the kind of girl that does what we did,” I said. It felt okay to admit that to Tatum, although by the look in his eyes he knew what we did wasn’t the first time I did it. “But I sort of told people I was that kind of girl.”
“You spread rumors about yourself?”
“I wouldn’t say rumors. It wasn’t like I didn’t want people to think certain things. I kind of created my own image.”
“Why?”
“Don’t you have an image?”
Tatum licked his lip ring for a second. “Okay, sure.”
“Well, why do you have your lip pierced? And your nipple?”
“Why? Because I wanted to get them pierced. I liked them. I didn’t do it because I’m a drummer and I definitely didn’t do it to make people think I was cool or sexy.”
“But you are,” I said.
“And you’re beautiful,” Tatum said. “Whether you’re a virgin or a big slut, you’re beautiful.”
I felt the urge to cry but swallowed it back. “Thank you.”
“So tell me why you wanted people to think you slept around.”
“Because nobody would leave me then,” I said. “I could get what I wanted, when I wanted it. If I needed a ride home, guys wanted to take me home. If I needed a drink or a date or someone to hang out with...”
“But you never fucked anyone?”
Tatum raised an eyebrow and I rolled my eyes.
“Come on,” I whispered.
“What?”
“I don’t want to get into that...”
“Why not? Are you a virgin? I doubt it.”
“What makes you say that?”
“If you’re a virgin then that was the hottest virgin sex in the world. You knew how to move...”
My body warmed up, wanting Tatum again.
“I’m not a virgin, okay?”
Tatum smiled. “Don’t get defensive, I’m just asking questions.”
“What about you then? Tell me... how many girls have you had?”
“A few,” Tatum said. “None that really mattered though.”
“Did you get them all because you’re in a band?”
“Were you attracted to me because of DownCrash?”
“At first? Yeah. Then I saw you... talked to you... eye fucked you...”
“Okay, fair enough,” Tatum said. “The band gives me an image. But I don’t let it mess me up.”
“So I’m messed up?” I asked.
“You were last night. Why?”
“I told you, I didn’t want to be alone.”
“But why? Sometimes it’s good to be alone. To sit and think. To relax. To just enjoy your own company.”
“I don’t think I make very good company.”
The conversation started to move towards a place I wasn’t comfortable with. But I was
stuck. I had Tatum in my bed. We were both naked. Our bodies together. His arms had casually worked their way around me, holding me tight. I’m sure if I asked he would have let me go, but I couldn’t be sure he’d ever hold me again.
“Did someone break your heart?” he asked.
“Not just my heart,” I said. “More like... like my soul...”
I blinked and my eyes were full of tears.
Fuck.
I didn’t want to cry. I hated to cry. And if it were a few years ago, I wouldn’t have been allowed to cry. Because I promised I wouldn’t.
Never break a promise. Ever. Trust me. You never want to break a promise...
“Christ, Maggie, you’re shaking right now,” Tatum said. “Are you... afraid? Is it because of me?”
I shook my head. “No. Not you.”
“But someone?”
I nodded.
Tatum’s face started to look angry. His grip on me went from loving to protective, a man perhaps ready to kill. I thought about him punching Danny again...
“Was it Danny?” he asked.
“No, not him. I mean, sure, he’s part of it all. But that’s only because of what I said about myself. He thought he could land an easy score. Which, if it were a month ago...”
“Don’t say things like that,” Tatum said. “Who hurt you?”
“He’s not on campus. Not even at our school.”
“I didn’t ask that. I asked who he was.”
I blinked, feeling a tear leave my right eye. It ran down my face to the pillow, quickly absorbing into the cloth.
“You can tell me anything,” Tatum said. “I’ll protect you.”
“Why me? What have I done?”
“You don’t think I’ve noticed you?” Tatum asked. “I may not be like Tripp, going after what I want so quick, but I see. Oh, trust me, I see. You were at a table with friends. Laughing. Nibbling on your straw, trying to look sexy and flirty when you should have realized you already look that way without doing a thing.”
I opened my mouth, but Tatum kept talking.
“I saw you in the crowd, screaming and singing. You came to the garage with Scarlett. Flirting. Touching my cymbals. I hate when people touch my cymbals. I hate seeing fingerprints on them. But yours... I left them there, Maggie.”
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