by J. L. White
“Hey you guys,” Grayson says to Erik and me, “when’s your big performance in New York again? Chloe and I are trying to figure out if we can coordinate things to come watch.”
“That’d be great!” I say.
Chloe nods enthusiastically. “I’m afraid it might conflict with the Wine and Chocolate Festival though. We’ve already committed to that one. I’d love to be there for you, though.”
“Yeah, I’ve never seen Ashley perform,” Grayson says. “You either, of course,” he says, looking at Erik.
“It’s not really a performance,” Erik says. “It’s a competition.” I hear the tension in his voice, but when I glance at him, I see no evidence of it. He looks relaxed enough. Then I notice him clenching his hand slightly. Well, maybe he’s relaxed.
Grayson smiles good-naturedly. “Yeah, but I thought it’d be better not to mention that part, you know.”
“Because these two love-birds will be going for each other’s jugulars?” a grinning Sam says, in typical Sam fashion.
“I don’t know that we’re going for each other’s jugulars,” I try to say lightly. I’m not sure I’m pulling it off.
“Well, there can only be one winner,” Erik says, with a wink. We’re both smiling, but I feel the heaviness underneath our words. Or am I just imagining things on his part?
God, I really need to stop worrying about it. But lately I’ve been worrying more than ever about how the constant competition will affect us in the long run, especially now that I’m closer to actually being his competition.
I stop that train of thought before it goes any further.
I want to believe we won’t let that kind of thing come between us.
I have to believe it.
I give Grayson and Chloe the date for the competition, then grab Erik’s hand. “Come on,” I say smiling, “we’ve ignored that piano over there long enough.”
It’s been awhile since we’ve improvised together, but last time we discovered a rhythm we liked so much we came back to it a few sessions later, repeating and building on it. I wasn’t willing to think of it this way at the time, but we basically composed a song together.
“Let’s play this one,” I say, sliding onto the bench and tapping out a few notes to remind him. Our composition doesn’t have a name I can call it, but I decide it needs one—just like all the other ones I’ve written over the years. “We should call it the Nutter Butter song,” I say, “because that’s what we were eating when we wrote it.”
“You’re both nutters if you like that crap,” Sam says, coming up to us along with the others.
“Hmm,” he says, only half smiling and keeping his eyes on the keyboard. “That’s not a very serious title.”
“That’s why I like it,” I say, grinning and nudging him with my shoulder. Come on, I think, relax with me.
He settles his hands over the keys, and I do the same. I glance at him nervously—trying and failing to stop reading so much into everything—then we get to it.
It turns out that’s all that was needed. As we play our song, any tension there was between us—real or imagined—is gone.
Ah yes, this is more like it.
I suddenly feel like I don’t have a care in the world. It doesn’t even bother me when I catch Sam recording us with our phone. I just make a face at her, smile, and keep going. I have Erik to thank for that transformation. Not all that long ago, I would’ve been mortified to see Sam recording me.
By the time we’re done, we’ve drawn the attention of other patrons in the room. With some encouragement from the bartender, we keep going. This time we opt for pop songs—an easy transition since our composition is a fun blend of classical and rock elements—and get our little group singing. When we start playing Crocodile Rock, patrons from elsewhere in the bar start to gather to us and join in the singing as well. By the time the song is half way through, it seems the whole room is singing along. Well, who can resist a little Elton John?
Next we play Piano Man, Don’t Stop Believing, and even Bohemian Rhapsody. In between songs, Erik and I sneak in a little flirting—a pinch on the side here or a kiss on the neck there. That gets me as light-hearted as anything else. This is what I’ve needed. When we finally exhaust ourselves and the patrons both, my arms are tingling pleasantly from playing so much, and my body is more than tingling from wanting him so much.
As our group leaves the lounge, Erik’s arm is snug around my shoulders and mine is hooked around his waist. We keep giving each other little squeezes. Everyone says their goodnights and we return to our fifth-floor room that overlooks the city and the bay.
The curtains are drawn back from the windows, letting in soft light from the full moon. We don’t bother turning on the lights. He plops on the end of the bed, then collapses all the way back. Smiling at him, I pull off my boots then go over and climb on to sit on top of him. Straddling his lap, my skirt hitched up to my thighs, I smile down at him.
“Mmm,” he says in the most delicious way, his hands coming up to caress my thighs. “I thought you might be too tired.”
“Uh-uh,” I say, shaking my head. “Are you too tired?” It’s not a serious question. I feel him rapidly growing beneath my crotch.
“Oh yeah,” he teases, running his hands from my thighs to my hips. He presses down on me with his hands while pressing his hard cock up against me. Good lord, I love how fast he’s ready for me. “I’m way too tired.”
“I can tell,” I say smiling. My hands run down the length of his arms as he slowly brings his hands up my sides and to my breasts. Even through my shirt and bra, his touch makes my nipples tingle.
Caressing me gently, he gives me a soft smile that gets my heart doing tricks. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” he says.
“And my breasts,” I tease.
“Yes. Those beautiful breasts, too.”
He slides his hands under my shirt and back up to my breasts. I tuck my bare feet under his thighs, settling firmer into his lap. Together, we press against one another.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” I ask, smiling.
“And my cock.”
“Yep. That too. So yummy.”
He laughs slightly and I smile broader. I slowly lift my shirt off and away. He looks at me hungrily, still slowly caressing my breasts.
I come down on my hands, my hair falling in a sheet on one side, and press myself against his cock again. I let out a soft exhale at the pleasure of him against me. His eyes close briefly and his hands go to my hips.
Meeting my eyes, he rubs his hands up my back until he’s in a position to gently unlatch my bra. I lift first one hand, then the other, as he slides it off my body and drops it to the floor. My full breasts hang heavily. He eyes them as he brings his hands up to support their weight, gently rolling my erect nipples between his fingers. I give another soft exhalation of approval.
As he caresses my breasts, I slowly lean down and nuzzle myself against his neck, keeping my back arched to give him free access to my chest. I place a hot breath on his bare skin, then taste him slightly with my tongue.
“Mmm,” he says softly, squeezing my breasts firmer.
I open my mouth and slowly suckle his neck until he starts to squirm underneath me. His hands go to my waist and start pulling my skirt and panties down until my bare ass is exposed and my panties are stretched by my open legs.
He squeezes my ass, spreading me slightly. My pussy throbs in response.
Moving to his mouth, I kiss his warm lips and taste his tongue. As we kiss, I lift my hips and first one knee, then another until my skirt and panties are on the floor too. I’m completely naked and straddling him while he’s fully dressed. Something about that gets me even hotter.
He rubs his hands down my back and to my ass. He gives me a firm slap and I kiss him deeper. His hands curl around the back of my thighs, heading for my wet pussy, but I break our kiss and start to crawl backwards, taking myself out of reach.
“Te
ase,” he says, grinning at me.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I say innocently, but my look is wicked enough.
Having scooted past his lap, I sit up on his legs and look at the promising bulge in his pants. I rub my hands up his thighs, watching the anticipation building on his face. Ever so slowly, I reach his cock and give it a firm squeeze through the material.
He exhales, his eyes shutting briefly.
Encouraged, I unfasten his belt and pants, pulling down the front of his silk boxers until his sizeable shaft is set loose.
I take his dick in both hands, then give him a devious look before leaning down. As I get closer to him, his hand gathers the hair cascading next to me, and takes hold of my shoulder. Positioning my mouth over his broad shaft, I don’t close around him until I’m almost as far down as I can go. My tongue and mouth make contact, tasting him at last. As I work my way back up to the tip, gently sucking, he groans and squeezes my shoulder.
I flick my tongue against the underside of his tip, then slide my mouth down his shaft again. My hand pumps the base with short, firm movements. His cock throbs against me. I continue to work him, tasting and sucking. I sneak looks at his face. He alternates between throwing his head back with his eyes closed, and looking down at my mouth around his cock, his lips parted in pleasure. My pussy, spread and exposed to the air, is getting wetter and aching for him.
He grows harder in my mouth and I get a sweet taste of pre-cum. I take him deeply and give him one last, slow suck back up to the tip. I break loose and watch his cock spring up.
“Damn, girl,” he breathes, and I smile at him. “Get up here.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Still straddling him, I scoot forward until I’m directly over his cock. I lower myself onto his hard shaft, exhaling at the pleasure of him filling me at last. Every inch of me seems to be tingling just under the surface. My breasts are so tight and eager to be touched, my nipples feel hot. Bracing my hands on his chest, feeling his muscles through the soft fabric of his shirt, I lift up slightly and back down again. My bare legs rub against the material of his pants, while his dick rubs along every ridge of my slick channel.
Breathing heavily and moving his hips to match my motions, he reaches for my breasts and starts to finger my nipples. Sighing, I bring my fingers into my hair and lean my head back, arching my breasts toward his eager hands.
Riding his cock, my channel is stretched and humming with pleasure, but my engorged clit is throbbing and untouched. The yearning to have my clit pleasured only seems to increase the sensations in my entire body. I arch my back even more, my hair brushing his thighs. I feel him take his fingers off my nipple briefly. When they return, they’re wet and slick with his saliva. I groan with approval. Several more thrusts of his cock and I don’t know if I can take it anymore. My clit is so eager for release, I would squirm if the position I was in allowed it.
I bring my head back down and look at him to find him looking at me. My heart clenches, burning for him as much as my body is. Keeping one hand on my breast, he brings his other hand to his mouth and gets his fingers wet. I wedge my knees slightly wider, hoping. His fingers go toward my crotch. I bite my lip in anticipation before he even touches me. When his slick fingers slide over my clit at last, I shudder, my mouth working into an O. His cock is at its deepest inside me at the same moment. I grow so tight around him, he’d have a hard time sliding in and out if I weren’t so dripping wet.
He starts moving his fingers in circles over my clit, and his other hand grips my hips firmly. My hands brace on his chest again. I scramble the material of his shirt up until I meet bare skin. I spread my fingers wide. His thrusts grow harder and more intense. I lean down against him, our bare stomachs touching and my breasts against his shirt. His arms embrace me firmly as we give each other a hungry kiss.
I prop myself on straightened arms, changing the angle of his cock as I pump hard over him. He curls up and sucks my tit, squeezing my ass as I ride him. “Yes,” I gasp. He sucks me harder, flicking his tongue against my nipple.
“God, Erik.”
I’m so wet I feel my juices running down his cock. He spreads my ass, squeezing my cheeks. His fingers work around the back, until he’s gently rubbing my anus. My mouth holds itself open in pleasure. My chest and breasts grow hot, the flush climbing up to my neck.
“Yes,” I say. “More.”
He lowers his fingers to get some of my moisture, rubbing against the opening of my channel as it’s stretched around him. I moan softly, then louder as his moist fingers return to my rear opening.
His cock rams into me. I tuck my head down tighter, pressing my forehead against his chest. The wet sound of his shaft working me faster starts to swell.
“You’re so tight, baby,” he says.
“I’m so close,” I manage to say, pinching my eyes shut and feeling my cheeks get hot. “Don’t stop.”
“Fuck that cock, baby.”
As I build toward my peak I let out one short gasp after another. He fingers my opening faster and his cock draws pleasure out of every inch of my channel. My whole body starts to curl and tighten. The tip of his finger penetrates me slightly, making me climax hard over his engorged cock. Almost losing control of my ability to move, he maintains the rhythm as I orgasm on top of his almost fully-dressed body.
His cock stays rock hard and shows no sign of relenting. He continues to pump me and work his fingers, my climax stretching out. I come down in slow waves. Finally I’m spent and laying weakly on top of him. He brings his hands up, running his fingers lightly up my exposed back, eliciting a shiver. I’m still wrapped around his hard dick, only the occasional aftershock making me contract around him. He caresses his fingers down my back, around the fullness of my ass, and along the back of my thighs. Light tingles awaken under his touch.
He slowly pulls his erect cock almost completely out of me, then slowly slides back up my sensitive channel. My clit throbs slightly, responding to the promise of more.
He pulls out, rolls me onto my back, and lifts himself off the bed. He gives me a look that says he’s not done with me. Our eyes stay locked together as he slowly removes his jacket. They stay locked as he lifts up his shirt. He drops his pants to the floor and my eyes fall to his cock, still exposed and ready. By the sight of it, more than ready.
I feel myself getting wet again.
He slowly crawls—panther-like—onto the bed. Gently taking me by the hips, he rolls me over on to my stomach. I’m stretched out like a cat, legs together. He lays his naked body on top of me, his knees on the outside of mine. His erection finds the tight gap between my upper thighs. I arch my ass back to meet him, spreading only slightly, and his firmness finds its way. His dick rubs back and forth along my folds. He kisses the back of my neck, my shoulder blades, my upper arm. He caresses the side of one breast and I turn enough to give him full access.
Sliding his other arm under my collar bone, so he’s embracing me from behind, he rolls me off my stomach and onto my side. From behind, his cock is still rubbing along my folds, but now I can open my legs to him. I lift my top leg and bring my knee back so I’m hooked around his hips. His hand leaves my breast long enough to reach down and, from the front, guide his cock inside me. I moan, craving him again.
Once he’s in and the angle’s secure, he starts rocking me from behind. His hand lingers, gently rubbing my lips. Though my clit is already eager for his touch, I’m to wait. Cock moving in and out of me, his hand firmly rubs up my stomach and chest to my neck. He cups my jaw and turns my head to face him enough so that he can kiss me. We kiss soft at first, then our tongues dive deep as his cock picks up its rhythm.
We release our kiss and I face forward again. His arms are around me and his cheek on mine. I bring my upper knee back just a little, opening more to him and bringing him in deeper. I embrace his arm embracing me, then bring one hand behind to rub his lower back and ass.
His free hand starts to roam again. My clit throbs, wan
ting him. He squeezes my breast and pinches the nipple. I tilt my head back and bring my hand to his cheek as he kisses me again. His hand trails along my stomach, dipping lower but stopping just short, teasing me. His cock is still working my wet pussy, but my clit is on fire. I grab his hand and guide him down, too impatient to wait. He hits my clit at last, already covered in wet juices.
I face forward again and bring my knee higher. Cock pumping me, lower arm cupping my breast, free hand circling my clit, Erik plays me like the master he is. We moan together, building. Our movements grow faster and his cock stretches taut. This time, he’s mine, and the anticipation of feeling him come inside me increases my pleasure.
His dick rubs faster inside me and I lift my knee more, spreading as I get closer to climax. My thigh is bumping against his arm. He quickly leaves my clit, hooks his arm under my leg, then returns to my clit, strumming it firmly. My body starts to convulse. I’m still climbing the mountain.
His face is next to mine. He’s breathing hard with me, holding me tight and groping my breasts. His slick fingers increase their rhythm to a frenzied pace. His cock is ramming me furiously. He kisses my cheek. And again. The pleasure in my body spikes to a hot peak and then I come undone with my climax. His fingers and cock continue to work me as I orgasm hard, gripping his arm and digging my nails in. He thrusts into my wet pussy harder, fiercer, drawing my ecstasy out in an intense high. Convulsing and moaning, I’m out of my mind with pleasure, consumed by it. Consumed by him. It goes on and on, and it’s not until I’m riding powerful waves downward that he finally comes in my pussy. He clutches me to him and groans in my ear. His thrashing orgasm brings on more pleasure in my body, and I contract with it again and again.
At last we slow and start to relax, bodies humming with the afterglow. He removes his hand from my satisfied clit and hugs my thigh to him before releasing my leg back down. I sink deeper into his embrace, pressing my whole body back against him. He embraces me firmly, and I face back so we can kiss. We kiss slowly, deeply, his full cock still resting snug inside me.
When I face forward again, we roll slightly so I’m even more wrapped up in him. His leg drapes softly over my hips. I sigh contentedly and close my eyes, feeling this moment of unity and safety is its own little eternity, and that our world now and forever will only be he and I, together.
