I pull up on the street in front of Taryn’s house, grateful to arrive before my thoughts can continue further along this melancholy path. You can’t miss her place because, even though it’s as cute as she is, it’s the smallest house on the block. Of course, that’s completely relative, and still probably costs more than most people will make in a lifetime, but still….I know she’s not hurting for cash.
I turn to ask her about it and the glow from the overhanging street lamps reveals that she is sound asleep. The way that the lights illuminate her strawberry-blonde curls framing her perfect pale face, I swear she looks more angelic than any angel ever could. I hate the thought of disturbing her sleep, but I also can’t get her inside her own house without help.
As I’m disentangling my fingers from hers, I spot her clutch on the floorboard. Without pause, I pick it up, find her keys inside, and pull them out. I’m surprised to find an unusual-looking key fob and when I push the button on it, I’m even more stunned when the iron gates in front of me begin to open. What the fuck kind of security is that?
I toss the keys back in her purse, pull the car in, and close the gate behind me, swearing under my breath so I don’t wake her. Once I cut the engine, I shoot off a quick text to Cal—the girl has some serious security issues. While making sure her daughter is half-naked in a music video is obviously important, Taryn’s safety is evidently not high on her mom’s priority list. That ends tonight.
I look over at her again but this time I can’t stop myself from placing a chaste kiss on her sweet, luscious lips. I have no idea whether she intended to just lick her lips or not and I really don’t care, because when her soft tongue snakes out and licks across the seam of my lips, my dick instantly wakes up. I want to make sure she’s awake before I launch a full-out invasion of her mouth, so I part my lips and slowly stroke her tongue with mine. In response, I feel her delicate fingers wrap around the back of my neck as she tilts her head and tangles our tongues together. Yup, she’s awake.
I can’t stop the moan that erupts from my mouth when my left hand brushes through her silky curls. I have never felt hair this soft in my life and as fucking corny as it sounds, I could honestly run my hands through her velvety locks all day and all night. She echoes my moan, although hers sounds a lot like a frustrated groan, which is confirmed when she grabs the hand that’s twisted in her hair and places my hand right above her knee where I had it earlier. Message received but hell no—I’m taking this slow.
I slowly stroke the smooth skin along the hemline of her dress, moving toward the inner part of her thigh. I feel her legs part slightly, giving me an open invitation to go where I badly want to be, but I utilize every ounce of restraint I have. Once I plunge my fingers into her wet pussy, I know that there will be no slowing down.
A light outside flickers, reminding me that we’d better get the fuck out of this car and into her house before one of those tour buses stops by and the lucky bastards end up with photos worth way more than the chump change they paid for the tour. I reluctantly pull away, loving the sound of her whimper, before I throw the door open, hop out, and slam it shut. I run around the car to help her out and lead her toward one of the few places where we will be safe from prying eyes. We both move quickly, ducking our heads in a conditioned and now completely natural response—even when there aren’t any cameras around.
Taryn already has her keys in hand and immediately opens the heavy wooden door. Thank the fuck she at least has an alarm system, which she turns off while I close the door behind us. As soon as the door clicks closed, I turn toward her with a look that would no doubt be described as predatory. But instead of looking like frightened prey, I only see pure lust emanating from those staggeringly beautiful eyes. I’ve always thought Taryn’s eyes changed color depending on her mood and now I’m sure of it. Right now they look like they’re on fire, gold flecks bursting through wild and intense green, a forest on the verge of erupting in uncontrollable flames.
I stalk closer and she backs up against the foyer wall, where I cage her in, my hands beside each of her shoulders. I lean in, bypassing her lips and moving my mine toward her ear. Although her eyes are telling me one thing, I need to hear what her mouth says.
“Do you want me?” I whisper. She leans her head back against the wall, further exposing her neck, and I take the opportunity to trail kisses from her ear down to her collarbone. I kiss across the delicate area, which judging by the sounds she’s making, is also an erogenous zone for her. Then I proceed to kiss my way back up her neck before whispering in her other ear, “Although I like that answer, I need to hear you say it, sweetheart. Do. You. Want. Me?” I ask, nibbling on her earlobe with each word spoken.
“Yes, dammit, I want you,” she says forcefully and yanks my shirt open, ripping the buttons, before tearing it off me. That’s all the answer I need.
I plunge my tongue into her mouth and run my hands along the side of her body until I reach her hemline once again. Only this time, even her dad holding a shotgun couldn’t keep my hands from going exactly where they want to go. I trail my fingers up the outside of her thighs until they land on the thin strip of material below her hips. I pull her panties down to her knees in one smooth motion and feel Taryn gasp in my mouth. I then run both hands along her inner thighs, gently pushing them apart as I go along. When I reach the bottom of her dress, I pull it up and over her head, reluctantly breaking our kiss. While her arms are still up in the air, I take hold of her wrists and maneuver her hands so that they’re resting on the top of her head. I lean back and soak in what I see, and damn if it’s not a sight I’ll never forget.
I reach out and circle both of my thumbs on her already-hardened nipples, which are pressed against her see-through lacy bra. I reach behind her and unclasp it, freeing breasts that are too beautiful to even be partially hidden. Tossing it on the ground, I palm one of her full breasts while devouring the nipple on her other one. I gently bite the tip and then quickly follow it up with a lick. I’m about to head south when Taryn moans, and this time there’s no doubt she’s frustrated. “Patience, darlin’,” I say, unable to hide the smirk on my face. Not that she can see it.
I look up and see that her head is still tilted back and now her hands are grabbing at the back of her head, as if trying to hold on to something for dear life. If it wasn’t for what’s waiting below, I would lick my way back up that neck and my hands would be joining hers in a heartbeat. I quickly bite her other nipple, eliciting a soft cry, and then lick it before trailing my tongue down her toned stomach. She lets out a guttural sound and I kneel down, grabbing her perfect ass as I go. Fuck fingering her, why touch when I can taste how much she wants me? With her legs still restrained by her thankfully accommodating panties and her legs spread open wide, I swipe my tongue between her folds. Yeah, there’s no question she wants me.
“Damn, Peaches,” I murmur and then dive back in, lapping her up like a cat getting its first taste of milk. Holy shit—she’s wet and I’m in heaven. I feel her hands grab onto the back of my head and I’m fucking floored when she actually pulls me closer into her. I happily oblige by dipping my tongue into her drenched heat, using my tongue to do what my fingers didn’t have the chance to do—not yet anyway.
I feel her muscles stiffen and she tries to push me away, but it only makes me lick harder and faster, gripping her ass tighter. “Trace, please….” she begs and I flick my tongue over her clit, triggering what is no doubt an epic orgasm. The way her nails are biting into me and the release I feel flowing across my tongue are a pretty damn good indication of that, and the moans now freely spilling from her mouth no longer sound frustrated.
And while I’m loving every second of hearing and feeling her pleasure, my dick is currently experiencing the opposite of pleasure. I know I need get myself under control before I end up taking her against this wall because I don’t want to do that—a girl like Taryn deserves better than that. As her body begins to gradually collapse, I swiftly drag her panties down t
o the ground, rise to my feet, and still holding her from behind, I lift her so that she has no choice but to wrap her long legs around my waist. “Bed,” I say, my voice sounding as a rough and scratchy as sandpaper.
She leans her head close and licks along the curve of my ear, murmuring, “Upstairs and to the left.” I don’t need to be told twice. I take off toward the stairs with Taryn wrapped around me and make it to the first landing before I’m stopped in my tracks by the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. A big-ass mirror hangs on the wall and I can’t help but admire the way her porcelain-colored arms look draped across my dark skin and creamy legs are wrapped around my black pants—it’s like a fucking work of art. A not-so-painful bite on my neck and a very painful throbbing in my pants shakes me from my reverent examination and I swiftly dart up the remaining stairs and hightail it into her bedroom.
I don’t bother taking in my surroundings but head straight for her king-sized bed. After she slides her legs back to the floor, I gently release her ass, running my hands up her back. While continuing to lick and suck on my neck, she reaches down and begins to fumble with the buttons on my pants. I guide her hands downward so she can feel how ready I am for her, and she lets out an appreciative moan as I help her out by unbuttoning and unzipping my pants When I let loose my rock-hard dick, she gently touches it with both hands and it takes everything in me to not push her back on the bed and plunge into her, protection be damned.
Since I have a feeling that move wouldn’t be welcome, I reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet. “Do you always wear a condom?” she asks unexpectedly, her voice low.
“Always,” I answer without hesitation as I open my wallet and grab one out. I feel her nod her head and kiss my neck again, and before I can even get the package open, she shifts closer and gently slides my cock through her still very-wet folds. Oh. Shit.
“Uh…I need…give me a sec…I’ve got…” I stutter as she grabs me firmly at the base before teasing me again, dragging the tip through her damp heat and then circling it around. “Fuuuuuuuuuck—“ I moan.
There’s something about the trust she’s giving me, taking me at my word and without hesitation, that is turning me on like nothing else ever has—and I mean ever. That and the feel of her softness against my super-sensitive cock and I’m about a second away from pushing into baby-making territory. Before that can happen, I take hold of her hands, and pushing against her with my body, I lay her beautifully naked body back on the bed, straddling her on my knees. I tear open the wrapper and roll on the condom at a world record-setting pace.
I lower myself on top of her and whisper into her ear, “So you wanna tease me, huh?” Taryn shakes her head slightly and pushes herself up higher on the bed. I crawl up her body, letting my fingers finally touch that sweet pussy. The whimper that she makes halts my plans for further exploration. Later—definitely later.
I want to leisurely explore every inch of what I see and hope to hell I get the opportunity to, but right now I want to stroke her from the inside out. I grab my cock and mimic the same movements she made, only this time it’s her crying out, albeit unintelligibly. “What’s that?” I ask, pressing my face into her neck and trying like hell not to pump into her. “Arrrgh…” she cries, as I drag the tip slowly toward her trigger. “Fuck me!” she screams and without pausing another millisecond, I thrust into the tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever been in.
“Holy fucking shit, Taryn,” I groan, and send up a quick prayer that I make it more than a minute. Not that I deserve for anyone to listen to me, especially when I say shit like that, but I hope they do anyway.
Grabbing her behind the knees and pushing her legs back until they hit the bed, I pump in and out fast and with force. Thankfully, this ain’t my first rodeo so I keep going until I feel her legs start to shake and her pussy clenches around my cock. Not ten seconds later, she calls out my name, screaming and bucking up against me, and I feel the release that I desperately fucking need. I continue to thrust before reluctantly freeing her legs and then wrapping my arms around her lifeless form. I collapse on the bed, pulling her body next to mine, and we hold each other tightly, both trying to gain control over our rapid breathing. After I’ve reasonably recovered, I kiss her bare shoulder and tangle my hands through her incredible hair.
“That was….” she trails off, still breathing irregularly.
“Unbelievable?” I suggest, staring into her mesmerizing eyes. “Mind-blowing? Amazing?”
“’Staggering’ is the word I had in mind,” she says with a smirk.
“Staggering, huh? Not sure I’ve heard that one before,” I joke.
Shit. Her face instantly falls and I wish I could take it back. She starts to roll away but I grasp her arm and pull her back into me.
“I’m sorry, Peaches. That was a stupid thing to say,” I admit.
“Yeah, it was,” she replies, “but it’s the truth, right?”
Instead of answering, which I know would be the really stupid thing to do in this situation, I lean toward her and plant a kiss on her lips. Before I can take it further, she pulls back slightly and asks, “Well?”
I sigh, saying, “Yeah, darlin’, it’s the truth. But it’s also the truth that I’ve never felt like I do right now.”
“And how’s that?” she asks quietly.
“Well, for one,” I say and then take a second to think before I say something I might regret. “I typically just fuck and go; I never even stop to talk afterward.”
“I guess I should feel privileged,” she says sarcastically.
Oops, wrong answer—but I won’t apologize for it since it’s the truth. I reach forward and softly bite her bottom lip before continuing, “Look, I don’t usually give a shit if whoever I’m with is pissed off or not. In fact, if they are, even better. Gets them away from me faster and with less hassle.”
“Are you serious?” she asks incredulously.
“Completely,” I say unabashedly. “What do I want them to stick around for? It’s not like there’s a future with some girl who’d just as soon hop into bed with one of my boys if I turn them down. They don’t want me—they don’t give a shit about me.”
“What would you do if someone does actually give a shit about you?”
“They don’t, so it’s a non-issue.”
She places both of her hands on my face, garnering my undivided attention. It’s not like I could look away from those beautiful eyes even if I tried.
“Trace,” she says, and there’s something in her tone I can’t distinguish but I can’t ignore either, “I give a shit. What are you going to do with me?”
Well, that’s the fucking question of the hour, isn’t it? Knowing that it’s not the answer to the real question she’s asking, I answer her in the only way I know how. Entwining my hands in her hair, I pull her mouth to mine and kiss her until our tongues are tired and our lips are sore. I guess she realizes she’s not going to get the answer she’s looking for right now, so she pushes me back on the bed and rolls on top of me. Hell yeah, baby.
I may not have ever been a Boy Scout, but I’m always fucking prepared for this. While our first time went hard and fast, we take our time discovering each other’s bodies this go around. The way she reverently runs her hands along my chest, tracing my tattoos with her fingers, and lovingly massages my ass gives me a feeling that I can’t identify. I don’t feel like a piece of meat, as lousy as that analogy might be.
For the first time in my entire life, I don’t fuck…I don’t know what you call it, but it is definitely not a fuck. Afterward, we both crumple onto the bed in utter exhaustion. Lying on our backs, I reach over and take hold of her hand. I have no clue what’s going on between us but this somehow feels right. All I know is that I don’t feel the need to get out of here as soon as humanly possible. Actually, I’m hoping like hell she doesn’t kick me out of here to pack or something.
And that’s another thing. We both head separate directions tomorrow and there
’s no telling when I’ll see her again. Now that the video has been filmed and launched, there’s really no reason that I should see her, short of awards shows and industry events. As much as I’ll miss what he had here tonight, what I’m really going to miss is talking and laughing and just being near her.
“So… I have a question,” Taryn says, interrupting my thoughts. Good, I didn’t know where they were going anyway.
“Shoot.”
“Do you do that…what’s it called that Eminem did in the movie 8 Mile?”
“What, freestylin’?” I ask. “Nah, I don’t do that. But I do give the guy props, ‘cause he can make raps on the fly like nobody’s business.”
“How come you don’t do it?” Taryn questions.
“I could do it, but do I want to? Hell no. One, freestyle raps center around put-downs, right? Well, I don’t have any desire to sit there and come up with clever little rhymes designed to slam somebody’s Momma or Daddy or their girl or whoever—that’s not my style. I may get shit for not doing it, but I don’t care. At the end of the day, the haters aren’t the people I gotta answer to, right? And,” I continue, “too many brothers end up dead right after a freestyle battles. See, it may all seem like fun and games and everybody walks away happy afterward, but in the end, nobody wins, ‘cause the guy who’s declared the victor ends up six feet under before the week’s out.”
“Are you serious?” Taryn asks.
“Dead serious,” I say with a smirk, trying to lighten things up. The last thing I want to talk to Taryn about is the reality of the world I live in. She might never give me a chance if she knew the truth. When she doesn’t say anything, I decide is a good time to ask a question that’s been on my mind.
“Peaches?”
“Yeah?” she asks.
“What’s up with you and country boy?”
“Are you referring to my guitarist, Ryder?” she asks, turning toward me with a smirk on her face. Shit, she knows I’m jealous.
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