You Shook Me All Night Long

by Simone Harlow

  “You know you can tell me anything.”

  Charlotte let out a long breath. How was she going to try new things if she didn’t have the courage to express those desires? She didn’t think Travis would be shocked –– well not as much as she was for wanting to try it.

  “You can ask me for anything.”

  “I want you to you know…back there.”

  “No, I don’t know.”

  Charlotte stamped her foot. She suspected he was teasing her. “I want you where you put your finger.”

  “Oooooh?” He seemed to think about it for a moment. “I am shocked, Charlotte.”

  She slapped him on the shoulder. “No, you are not.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Do you want to do … I mean have you ever tried it before?”

  He smiled and palmed her butt cheek. “A time or two.”

  “Did you like it?”

  “I’m going to love putting ‘it’ there.”

  “I’ve been curious.”

  “Nothing wrong with a healthy dose of curiosity.”

  “Thank you for not making me feel dirty.”

  “I want you to feel dirty, just not in the bad way.”

  “Travis, you are making me blush.”

  He took her hand and led her to the bed. “Sit down, Sweet Baby.”

  Her pulse quickened at his demand. His commanding tone excited her and she felt a tingle in her vagina. She sat on the duvet cover and spread her legs. The silky material of the cover was cool on her bare bottom. But her legs started to shake she was so aroused.

  He got down on his knees between her legs. He palmed her. “Your pussy is so pretty.”

  She thought this kind of talk should really embarrass her but it didn’t. She wasn’t sure if she should say anything so she stayed silent.

  He moved his fingers to her inner thighs drawing his fingers in circles over her skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to fuck your ass.” He ran two fingers up her slit.

  Charlotte had to concentrate on keeping her legs open. She wanted to snap them closed to stop his exploration, but she was so wet, so wanting. He opened her damp folds and just stared at her.

  Charlotte put her hands behind her and leaned back.

  “You smell so good.” He put his head between her legs and kissed every inch of her skin. It was the most exquisite torture and Charlotte wasn’t able to catch her breath. His hair tickled her skin as his tongue entered her. He laved her deep inside and she could feel herself becoming drenched. His mouth was all over –– licking, kissing, sucking her. His long calloused finger entered her and thrust inside her. He moved so quickly and forcefully she couldn’t think. All she could do was feel him inside her, making love to her with his tongue and his fingers. She tensed when one of his fingers found her anus. She wasn’t sure why, because he’d been inside her there before. Charlotte bit her bottom lip and forced herself to relax. She did want this. Who was she kidding? She needed this.

  Travis stopped and lifted his head and stood.

  Charlotte’s mouth fell open. Was he done? Did she displease him? “Travis?”

  He turned and smiled. He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom packet and a small bottle. “Be patient, I’m almost at the point of no return.”

  She relaxed as he put on the condom and she realized she like watching him do it. It was very sexy to watch a man touch himself in such an intimate manner. “I thought maybe you didn’t want to anymore.”

  “Trust me, I want to.”

  Charlotte relaxed and watched him sheath himself. Then he blissfully got back to the business of making love to her. Charlotte almost laughed at that thought. His fingers and tongue found her again, and in seconds she was back to the boiling point. He rubbed her anus with his thumb while licking her clit, Charlotte thought she would die from the pleasure. His thumb slipped inside her back entrance and she arched her back taking him deeper inside her. He pumped into her slowly letting her get used to him. Her body began to relax, enjoying the slight burning sensation. Her nipples were so hard she reached up to alleviate some of the ache. The sensation was incredible. She touched herself the way Travis touched her. She pinched her nipples as he licked her and moved his thumb and fingers inside her. Her toes curled and she felt the familiar heat and seconds later she exploded in orgasm.

  Travis stopped licking her and she opened her eyes.

  “That’s what I wanted.” He licked his lips and grabbed a pillow and slid it under her back.

  Charlotte caught her breath. “But won’t--”

  He shook his head. “Hell no, I want to watch you come.” He leaned over and kissed her lips. Quickly he coated himself with lube and then slowly worked the swollen crown of his penis inside her. There was another burning sensation as he pushed the tip passed her tight muscles. Charlotte inhaled as he inched inside her. She began pinching her nipples again, she could feel the tingle in her vagina, and she wanted him to put his fingers back inside her. She wanted to be totally filled by him. “Please, Travis. More.”

  His jaw was hard and he gritted his teeth. He gripped her thigh with one hand and worked himself inside her. Then he inserted two fingers inside her using his thumb to massage her nub. Waves and waves of pleasure washed over her. Charlotte didn’t close her eyes; she wanted to watch him as he pushed inside her. Finally, he gave one last push and he was completely inside of her. Dear God, she felt so full. He didn’t move, but she could feel him swelling inside her. Perspiration coated his chest and his hair was loose around his face like a russet curtain.

  “Sweet Baby, I can’t--”

  Charlotte tightened her muscles around his shaft.

  Travis groaned. “Fuck, Baby, don’t do that.”

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly.

  He braced himself against the bed and thrust hard inside her.

  Charlotte’s back arched, but she didn’t have any time to recover as he thrust into her again and again. He grabbed her around the waist with both hands and drove her body against him. Charlotte reached down and began stroking her clit.

  Travis groaned with each stroke inside her.

  Charlotte eased her fingers inside her vagina and rubbed her clitoris. Her fingers became coated with her own juices and the wanton sensation spurred her on. Travis’s balls slapped against her butt sending delicious vibrations through her. She was going to come again. She tried to catch her breath and keep her eyes open to watch him, but the tremors began and she knew she was seconds away from coming again. Shards of pleasure roared through her and she gave over to the sensation. Pleasure laced sensation pumped through her. Her orgasm ripped through and Travis came at the same time. Charlotte was starving for breath. A few seconds later Travis collapsed on top of her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

  “Sweet Baby, you are going to kill me.”

  She laughed and he leaned over and kissed her tenderly. The perspiration from their bodies mingled together. “Thank you, Travis. Thank you for making me live.”

  “You think you are the only one that feels that way?”

  “I guess not.”

  “You, Charlotte Lambert, are incredible.”

  “I should have found you sooner.”

  “You found me at the right time.”

  She wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but she did like hearing it. It made her feel special. Charlotte felt so alive. Dear God, what was she going to do when he wasn’t in her life anymore? She didn’t want to think about it. All she wanted to do was be in the moment. With him.

  Chapter Twelve

  Charlotte pressed her naked back against Travis’s stomach and laced her fingers through his. He kissed her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

  His chest rumbled. “The fact that I can still move is a miracle. Charlotte, you are gonna kill me.”

  Their lovemaking tonight had been so brazen, Charlotte thought she would die herself. She had no idea that woman was a part of her. She’d thought gett
ing a tattoo was the most outrageous thing she’d do today. Was it odd that they would really do something that intimate together when they weren’t a couple? Or were they? She didn’t know. She just was playing things by ear. She didn’t want to ask for anything more than he was willing to give. She wasn’t even sure what that was? “I think you’ll survive making love to me. I was curious about how you were feeling after getting the tattoo.”

  “It’s painful, but it’s not my first tattoo. I’m more concerned about you.”

  “Not physically, I mean emotionally. This was a very big step for you today.”

  He tightened his arms around her. “I’m good. I like having a piece of him with me forever.”

  Charlotte snuggled in his embrace, still amazed at how comfortable she felt in his presence. And naked to boot. “Good. I’m glad.”

  “It’s cool the rest of the guys want to get the same tattoo for Andy too.”

  “I think you are all ready to start the process of healing.”

  Travis laughed in her hair. “Are you a therapist too?”

  “No my degree was in Art History.”

  “What were you going to do with that?”

  She hadn’t thought about that in years. And the last time she did it was with regret. “I wanted to work at the Louvre and live in a garret in Paris.”

  “How did you end up running your family’s foundation?”

  “I was too scared to go to Paris, and Preston had asked me to marry him and he wasn’t going to live in foreign country. Dabbling in the foundation was an acceptable job for my mother. But, honestly, I love it. I’m thrilled to be working for the family and getting a chance to do some good.”

  “You got Declan to part with some cash. That ain’t a simple feat.”

  Really, she thought. He was painfully easy. All she had to do was listen to him and asked all the right questions. “Oh, he was easy.”

  “Actually he gives a lot of money to charity. He just doesn’t like people to know about it.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “He is a bit of an odd duck, but I do like him.” She really did. He fascinated her. One day she would have to get his entire story.

  “Yeah and he likes you, which I find really strange. He’s not the easiest guy to like.”

  “He does seem to have an issue or two.”

  “He earned every one of them.”

  “I like your friends.”

  “You would have liked Andy.”

  Now that he brought the subject up she could get him to open up about his friend. “Tell me about him.” She felt Travis stiffen against her. She knew the subject was painful, but he was going to have to start dealing with it. The sooner the better.

  “Why?”

  “Because I want to know who he was. He’s one of the reasons you are the man you are today.”

  “That’s true enough.”

  “Am I putting you on the spot?” Not that he had to answer the question, she already knew, but she wasn’t going to be put off by that.

  “Yeah, you always do, but you’re nice about it.”

  “I’m not sure if that is a compliment or not.”

  “It is.”

  She smiled and relaxed –– she had reeled him in. “So talk.”

  “Demanding much?”

  “When I have to be.”

  He kissed the back of her head. “I like it. Will you spank me if I don’t do what you want me to do?”

  “Travis.”

  “I got fantasies.”

  Thank God for that. She had no idea she had fantasies until she met him and now she was getting to live them all. “If you think you can distract me with your prurient sidebars you are wrong.”

  “I had to try. And feel free to dress up as the naughty librarian and tell me my books are overdue.”

  Charlotte smiled. “I will have to put that in the back of my head for future reference. Pun intended.”

  “Did you just tell a joke?”

  “I can be witty.” She rolled over on her side and faced him. “Now talk, Mister.”

  He sighed. “Andy was this short little shit who decided at the age of five I was going to be his best friend. I don’t know if he thought I was the coolest kindergartner on the planet, or if he just wanted the biggest kid in the entire class to be his bodyguard.”

  “What do you think his reasons were?”

  “To this day, I don’t know. And I don’t care. I was just glad he was my friend. He introduced me to the guitar, he got me my first job working construction with his dad, and he taught me how to fix cars. When it was time to decide who I wanted to be, he forced me to see what I really wanted.”

  “To be a musician?”

  “I was on my way to becoming an architect.”

  “You are a poet. The world would be a sadder place without you.”

  His eyebrows rose. “You’ve listened to our albums.’

  Charlotte rolled her eyes. “God no, I downloaded your lyrics. The music makes my head spin.”

  “Ouch.”

  Maybe she shouldn’t have been so honest. She hoped that she hadn’t hurt his feelings. “Does that hurt your feelings?”

  “I like that you’re not a fan of my music. You’re a fan of me.”

  “You have quite a gift for words. You speak for the every man.”

  “Eat your heart out, Bob Dylan.” He rolled her over on her back and covered her body with his.

  “Stop trying to seduce me so you don’t have to talk.”

  “Stop looking at me with those big brown eyes and I might be able to form a coherent sentence.”

  Charlotte pushed him in the chest with her index finger. “Keep talking or I will get up and sit in the chair.”

  Travis groaned. “Even at our lowest, Andy never gave up. We thought if we had Declan Shaw, former child star, as our lead singer and Fox Elliot’s son in the band, our success was guaranteed. Don’t get me wrong it opened doors for us, but it also opened us to a lot of ridicule. Andy kept us sane and focused. Andy was the driving force. We had to prove ourselves to our agent, and she’s Malcolm and Gavin’s mom. Andy charmed the shit out of Cherry. After our first agent screwed us over, Andy got Cherry to rep us and after that, we couldn’t keep up with everything that was happening for us. Secretly, we always thought he was her favorite.”

  “She didn’t want to help her sons?” Charlotte laughed. She hoped that before she left this house she got to meet this remarkable woman who kept all of these high maintenance men in line.

  “Cherry is our biggest fan, but she knows how hard this business is. The careers that last the longest are the ones that are earned, not given to you. Or so she says. She wanted to make sure we were serious, not just in it for the perks.”

  “The girls?”

  He at least had the decency to look embarrassed. “She takes music seriously, we had to also. Andy did. Everything else was an adventure, but to him music was life.”

  “I’m glad you had him in your life.”

  “He helped make me the man I am today.”

  “I don’t think it was as hard a job as you make it sound.”

  “I wasn’t that bad. We got into normal trouble.”

  Now this was getting juicy as she tried to picture naughty Travis. “What is ‘normal trouble?’

  “We did steal a car once.”

  “I am shocked.” And a bit excited. “Tell me about your adventures in grand theft auto.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Okay, it was Mr. Thompson’s cherry ’55 Ford Thunderbird, which he never drove and it needed to be taken out once in a while to keep it running good.”

  “Did you get caught?” she whispered as if she needed to keep this quiet.

  “Of course. We were never going to be master criminals.”

  Another tingle of excitement ran down her spine. She almost wished she’d stolen a car, but then again she’d feel guilty. “What happened?”

  “Andy did some fast talking and we didn’t get a record. We spent the n
ext three years mowing his lawn and maintaining his car until he died. He left us the car, we sold it, and got enough money for two bus tickets to L.A. and a semi-decent apartment for a few months. He was a cool old guy who was a part-time jazz piano player, so he understood about music.”

  “Your first album was named Thompson’s Thunder for that man.”

  “He deserved his moment of fame. He was a frustrated musician who decided to be responsible and not follow his dream. It was Andy’s idea.”

  “You’re right. I think I would have liked Andy.”

  “I don’t want to talk anymore.” He leaned over and kissed her.

  “What do you want to do?”

  “Fuck that sweet little pussy.”

  Was it perverted that she loved when he talked dirty to her? “Don’t you say the sweetest things?”

  “I love being inside you.”

  She loved it too. Probably more than she should.

  Travis listened to Declan growl the last stanza of his yet to be named song. While he’d been out with Charlotte last night, the rest of the band worked on his song. Declan’s voice ripped another hole in Travis’s heart. Declan really knew how to use his voice to create a mood. He was one of the best singers to come along in the last twenty years. Twelve years after they formed the band, the man’s voice could still send chills up his spine. For a few moments he let the pride engulf him. Just for a second. Now that he heard what Declan could do with the raw material, his mind raced with what needed to be fixed.

  The door to the ballroom opened and a tantalizing aroma invaded his nose. He wasn’t sure what he smelled, but damn it was good. He turned to see Charlotte standing in the doorway. She was wearing a tight white blouse and narrow black skirt. Her hair was piled on top of her head with a pencil sticking out of the messy bun. Her soft full lips were painted cherry red. And she had on some red high-heeled shoes. Sweet Jesus, she was his naughty librarian fantasy come to life.

  “Gentlemen, dinner is served.”

  “We’re working.” Malcolm yelled.

  She put her hand on her hip. “Dinner is ready now.”