I curl up, my shoulders lifting off the mattress as every muscle in my body goes tight with how good it feels. I linger on the edge, feeling trapped in bliss before Keith hums and I’m rocketed over the edge, screaming out as I come. I shudder and shake helplessly, chanting his name and reaching for him, not sure if it’s to make him stay between my legs or to make him move. Everything feels so good, but it’s too much, overwhelming me with pleasure.
Everything unhinges, and I collapse back on the comforter, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes at the intensity. Keith kisses up my belly, dropping one wet kiss to each breast before kissing me hard, his fingers still softly thrusting deep inside me. I whimper, cupping his face as he pulls back, confidence and sex appeal radiating from every pore of his body.
“That was fucking delicious,” he says softly, his fingers slowing. “Taste.”
He takes his fingers out of my pussy, bringing them to my mouth. I don’t even think. I just suck his fingers, licking and nibbling on the calloused pads.
Keith watches my mouth, licking his lips in anticipation. “Fuck, Elise. I want you to do that to my cock. Suck me down just like that, but if you do, I’m gonna come down your pretty throat. And I don’t want that right now. I want to come deep in your pussy. It’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
I nod, writhing under him, but he wants more. “Tell me.”
I moan, reluctantly taking his fingers out of my mouth to give him my plea. “Fuck me, Keith. God, please, fuck me. No mercy, no questions. Fuck me hard. Use me. Make me yours.”
He stands, yanking me to the edge of the bed by my ankles and throwing my legs up high on his shoulders. Grabbing his waistband, Keith pulls his sweats over and down his cock, which springs out hard and already oozing precum like jewels from his tip. Just like I imagined, he’s huge and gorgeous, thick veins running along the shaft that I know are going to light my nerves on icy delicious fire.
He grabs his cock in his hand, reaching beside him to the bedside table for a condom. I’m sad when he’s covered, the beauty of him encased where I can’t marvel at it. I want to foolishly plead for him to take it off, to take me raw, but then he teases my opening with his head and I completely forget. I don’t need to see him. I need to feel him deep inside me.
I drive forward with my hips, my pussy trying to suck him in as I try to wrap my legs around him. Before I do, though, he reads my need and obliges in one deep thrust, going balls-deep and forcing every breath of air out of me in a gasp.
He stretches me just on the good side of pain, my eyes rolling up because it’s so overwhelming. He doesn’t give me a minute to adjust to his girth, immediately retreating and pumping back with force, his balls slapping against my ass. I can feel my inner walls clenching against him, desperate to feel every nerve turned on in ways they’ve never been before.
Keith grunts, his eyes never leaving my face as he thrusts harder and harder. “Squeeze me just like that. Fuck, Elise. You’re so damn tight.”
I try to do as he says, clutching at him, both with my hands on his forearms as he holds my hips and with the muscles deep inside me. He strokes into me, filling me with every thrust.
As he leans forward, pressing his body against me more and taking me fully, I bend my legs, folding myself in half as my knees roll next to my shoulders. I say a little prayer of thanks for my yoga habit as he pounds me even harder at the new angle, the head of his cock rubbing that spot inside again. A deep whine of hunger starts in my chest, and I stare up at him, my mouth dropping open as I feel myself caught helpless again, swept up in another orgasmic wave that’ll shatter me when it finally crests . . . but I don’t care as long as I feel him come first.
He grabs my hands, forcing them to the bed with our fingers entwined, and I realize I’m his total prisoner. This powerful man is pinning me to his bed, both with his hands and with his body as he speeds up, his strokes getting harder and more intense with each slap of our hips.
All I can do is take him, enjoy the sensation of every inch filling me up and the control he has over me.
“Oh, fuck,” I force out between deep breaths that ripple through my entire body. “Keith, I’m gonna come.”
His eyes are hard as he meets my heated gaze with a commanding shake of his head. “No, not yet. You come with me, when I say.”
His voice is tight, so I know he’s close, but I don’t know if I can hang on as I thrash below him. “I—”
Keith lets go of one hand and grabs my jaw, just above my throat but still cutting off my words like a switch. “Look at me, Elise. Do not come yet. I want you to come all over my cock, squeezing me in your perfect little pussy. I want to ride out our pleasure together.”
His words aren’t helping me wait. He’s teasing me on the edge even more. His hands tighten in mine, and his hips hammer me even harder, and as I cry out, unable to wait any longer, he roars as I feel him jerk inside me.
“Fuck, yes . . . Elise!”
I clench and squeeze as much as I can, lifting my hips to meet his as he slams against my thighs, working to prolong our orgasms together. Our eyes are locked, never leaving each other as we both pant our way through the pleasure and the return to earth.
A smile is already breaking across my face when I see the stern look on Keith’s and I sober.
He grinds against me as he scolds me, his eyes still burning with desire. “Mmm, that was so damn good. But you came before I said to.”
For a moment, I think he’s kidding, and I tease back. “What are you gonna do? Punish me?”
He smiles back, but it’s predatory, and a little chill mixes with the heat of his cock still pulsing inside me. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
If this were any other man, I’d be pissed. As if he’s in charge of me? I’ll come when I damn well feel like it, and just count yourself lucky you got to be here for it.
But the tiny voice deep in the back of my mind reminds me about his punishment before and surprisingly, how much I liked it. He talks as if he wants me to be a good girl, but being bad sounds so much more delicious, so I consider playing a bit coy.
I let that voice win, smirking. “So should I turn over for my spanking then?”
Keith shakes his head, pulling his cock out of me, and I immediately want him back, feeling empty without him inside me. He slips the condom off, tying it off and tossing it to the trash, where it drops in like a jump shot.
“No,” he says, turning his attention back to me. “I think I’m ready to come down your pretty little throat now. Don’t flip over, Elise. Get on your knees.”
So help me, I do. And eagerly, at that. Both because he told me to and because I really do want to taste him the way he tasted me.
He’s already thickening again by the time I get on my knees, his gorgeous cock bobbing in front of me. Keith gathers my hair in his fist, and I look up at him through my lashes.
I stick the tip of my tongue out, teasing his head with the faintest touch and moan at his taste. “Mmm, you taste good too.”
But Keith is done with teasing, all pretense gone as he pulls my head back, bending my neck so that I’m forced to look him in the eye. “Put your hands behind your back, Elise. Suck my cock down your throat and make me come. Take your punishment like a good girl.”
I have a flashback to him saying that last night and how good that made me feel, and I know for Keith, I do want to be his good girl. I do as he instructed, clasping my hands behind my back and opening wide as Keith presses his cock into my mouth. He stretches my mouth too, my lips as wide as they can go, but I don’t stop.
I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deeper and letting him direct my pace with his hold on my hair. He pushes into my throat, and I gag slightly, but Keith doesn’t pull out. Instead, he retreats into my mouth just enough to let me breathe while he strokes my hair. “Shh, just relax. Breathe and let me fuck that sweet little mouth.”
He doesn’t ask, but he looks at me questioningly, so I blink, humming my agreement. Keith moans as his
cock jumps in my mouth, making me feel . . . good. He starts slow, thrusting further with every stroke until he’s deep in my throat. He holds me there for a split second, and I work to relax, wanting this, wanting to make him lose control. He pulls back with a shudder and then does it again, and again. I open up more, amazed at how much of him I can take, letting him invade my throat and take me fully.
The next time he holds me, pressed so close to his body that I’m forced to hold my breath, I swallow and hum again.
He loses it, that sexy control snapping like a rubber band as he grips my hair tighter and pistons wildly in and out of my mouth, growling. “Fuck. Swallow it, Elise. Swallow my cum like a good girl.”
I gulp and suck as Keith roars his release, trying to catch every bit as he shoots his salty-sweet cum down my throat, but it’s so much I lose some and it runs down my chin, dripping onto my chest. And he’s still coming, holding himself deep in my throat again as he jerks. When he’s depleted, he leans back, looking down at me with wonder in his eyes.
“God damn. That was . . .” I can tell he’s searching for words, and then his mind settles and he smiles. “Mmm, good girl.”
I grin, pleased that I’ve made him brainless. “Thank you. I aim to please.”
As he watches, I use my thumb to gather the bit of seed on my chin, slipping it into my mouth with a moan of delight at his taste on my tongue. Then I rub the drops on my chest into my skin.
He groans at the sight and scoops me up from the floor, raising me to my feet and taking my mouth in a deep kiss. “Very good girl.”
Chapter 12
Keith
It feels strange yet appropriate to do the interview in bed, although I’m not sure if that was my idea or Elise’s. Either way, it’s a brilliant one.
As we curl up naked over delivered pizza, Elise turns to me, putting her voice recorder in the space between us. “So, we’ve done the history of Keith Perkins in article one. Article two is all performance-related, with an emphasis on the show experience I had at your local venue gig.”
I raise an eyebrow at her, and she laughs, stretching out with one pink-tipped foot to kick me. “My entire performance?”
“I didn’t include any of that, of course. Despite our current situation, I do know where the lines need to be drawn. And yes, none of what we’ve done tonight is ever going to see the light of day. I promise you.”
There’s a hint of something in her voice that I can’t place. I grasp her chin in my hand, gentle but not letting her look away and hide from me. “Are you okay with where we are right now?”
She sighs, her eyes dropping, but she answers, scratching at her lovely hip as she does. “Personally, yes. Professionally, no.”
I narrow my eyes, needing to understand. This is maybe even more important than even the interview itself. “Explain.”
She drops her pizza to the box, climbing up to her knees and sitting back on her heels. I refuse to be enticed by the sight of her breasts pressed between her arms, but she’s still so sexy and beautiful, it’s hard not to notice.
“Okay, so look, there’s this woman at my office, Francesca. She’s ambitious, always wants the best assignments, and if I’m honest, she’s a pretty good writer. But she gets the cherry assignments because she’s sleeping with the boss. Our gross, older boss.”
I’m looking at her, still not sure where she’s going.
“And because she slept her way to those assignments, it doesn’t matter how well she writes them. She could be Mark fucking Twain, and everyone will discount her because of the way she got there. I don’t want to be that girl. I’m a good writer, and this series means something to me. It’s my first shot at something real and not just . . . well, rumor mill tabloid fodder. And I think it means something to your fans and is good for your image. But I’m not the woman who trades for inside information on her knees.”
My gut tightens as my blood boils. “Have I done anything to make you think this is a quid-pro-quo situation? That I’m going to tell you my deepest, darkest secrets because I fucked you?” I know my voice is too loud by the way she winces at my reply.
Elise’s head drops, her chin almost touching her chest as she shakes her head.
My voice is hard, even as I work to quiet my volume. “Is that why you fucked me?”
I’m holding my breath as I wait for her to answer. She doesn’t realize that it may be the most important question I’ve asked her the whole time I’ve known her.
Elise’s eyes snap to mine, her cheeks flushing with anger as she squares her shoulders, glaring at me as she yells. “No! Of course not. That’s why I’m so fucking torn up. I wanted this. Hell, I want to do it again right now. But I shouldn’t when it could mess up everything I’ve worked so damn hard for. But you’re just so damn . . . irresistible. You drive me fucking crazy.”
I pounce on her in reply, slamming her to the bed underneath me and covering her mouth with a kiss, demanding entry and tangling my tongue with hers. Our bodies press together, and even though I’ve come twice in the past two hours, I can feel a tingle in my cock as it starts to raise its head again.
Once she’s breathless and I know she’ll be quiet for a second, I pull back, looking into her sapphire eyes. “You drive me fucking crazy too. No, we shouldn’t be doing this. For more reasons than you know, but someone I consider pretty smart told me that if I fight this, I’ll regret it. So I’ll take what I can get with you, Elise. We do the interviews, you do the stories, and whatever this is . . . it’s between us, not a thing to do with your work. Can you handle that?”
She bites her lip like she’s actually considering what I’ve proposed, and at first, it pisses me off. I’m laying it all out there and she’s fucking hesitating. But then I realize I’m not laying it all out there. And as much as I’m holding back, she’s making a pretty ballsy career move by agreeing to be with me outside of the interviews, and suddenly, I appreciate that she’s considering so carefully.
While she thinks, I decide to tilt the odds in my favor and I move in, suckling a spot in the curve of her neck I found that she likes, and she leans to the side, giving me more access. It’s all I need. I know I’ve won. I give her tender skin a little more, biting gently, just enough to leave a mark, but I know it’ll fade in minutes as I lick over the spot, soothing the sting.
Elise sighs happily, stroking her fingers down my back. “I can handle it.”
I grin into her shoulder before pulling her back up to sit opposite me, and I sit back, recognizing that my cock is half-hard . . . guess I do need at least a little bit of time before I’m ready for full action again.
“Fine. You’ve got thirty minutes before I take over again . . . so hit me. What questions do you have?”
She looks flustered, my move from seduction to business making her spin. “What?”
I raise my eyebrows at her, teasing as I set a timer on my phone. “Thirty minutes. Twenty-nine and fifty seconds now. Better get some questions done or article three is gonna be a hard write.” I scold her teasingly.
Elise laughs, going along with me, but not before teasing me back. “And what happens in thirty—twenty-nine—minutes?”
I let the smile drop off my face, the dark need shining through. “In twenty-nine minutes, I’m shoving you face down in this bed, grabbing your arms behind your back, and taking you again, banging your hips so hard your ass will be bright pink when you leave. Next question?”
I see her shudder, the heat rising between us already, but she rallies, pulling herself together. With a quick reset of the recorder between us, she starts.
“Okay, history . . . check. Performance . . . check. What about your personal life? What do you do when you’re not on stage and not driving me crazy with want?”
I stutter, trying to figure out how I’m getting out of this when she’s hitting too close to topics I’d rather leave alone. “What do you mean? Are you already turning stalkery on me?”
She laughs, shaking her head and push
ing at my chest playfully. “No, but like, take me through a typical day, a typical week in the life of Keith Perkins. What do you do all day, all night?”
I hesitate, quickly trying to edit my day to leave out any mention of Carsen. “Well, I get up, get coffee, and run errands like everyone else. I normally work out just before lunch, and I spend a big chunk of the afternoon writing songs, playing music. I don’t know, just usual stuff, I guess.”
Elise is scouring my face, and I wonder if she can see through me. It has to be the biggest gap-filled schedule in history. I mean, seriously? I gotta figure out a hobby to throw in or something.
“Wow, that’s really . . . boring,” she says before laughing self-consciously. “What do you do that your fans would be surprised about or would like to read about? Hobbies, activities? Any secret fetishes?”
Whew, I guess I dodged that one a little. “If there was, I’m pretty sure that’d fall under our previous agreement about not being in the article,” I say with a wink.
Elise grins, biting her lip even as her nipples crinkle at the meaning of my words. “Fair enough . . . thought I’d just slip that in there for my own curiosity. But really . . . hobbies, activities?”
I try to think of something. In the few seconds that I have to consider, I throw out a lot of ideas. Star Wars? Too nerdy. Pro wrestling? Please. Baseball cards? Where’s my collection? I’m stumped and stumble for anything. “Well, not really a hobby, I guess, but I like being outside. I try to go camping, hiking, fishing, and hunting occasionally, that sort of thing. I’ve got a couple of ATVs and a parcel of land out in the mountains. I like to escape out there. No TV, phones, or Wi-Fi. It’s just nature, clean air, and waking up with either the sun or my own body’s needs. It helps me recharge away from everything. I always do that before and after summer tours, catch the spring blooms and the fall leaves turning colors. Makes everything else seem a little less impressive when you see the things Mother Nature can do.”
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