“Open your legs wider for me.”
She spread her legs and I pulled her knees up as I crawled over her to place the head of my dick at her entrance. She looked nervously at me and then smiled, letting me know that she was happy with what we were doing. So I cradled her head between my arms and held her face to mine with my forehead resting against hers. She held my gaze for a couple of seconds before lowering her eyes.
“Look at me, Mya. I want to see how you feel when I’m entering your body for the first time. I want you to see me and what you do to me too.”
Heavy eyelids and serious, lust filled eyes stared back at me. I bent my head to whisper in her ear.
“Tell me you want me inside you.” I needed that final consent before I went any further.
“Do it.” Mya’s voice sounded strained.
“What Mya? What do you want me to do? Say the words.” I whispered seductively again.
Mya stared intently and looked a little pissed that I wasn’t already balls deep inside her.
“Put it in.” She said gruffly. I smiled against her ear at her attempt to consent and whispered playfully again.
“Tell me what you want, you have to say it or I can’t do it.”
“Jack don’t you dare mess with me. Come on I’m waiting.” Mya’s school ma’am tone was urgent.
“For what? What are you waiting for, Mya? A bus?”
“Jack, this isn’t funny. Please…”
Nudging forward I began to enter her slowly and Mya’s eyes widened before half closing as she began to absorb the sensation of me filling her warm, tight pussy. She was hugging me from within and her head extended back as her back arched when she reacted to our union. I began to kiss her in that first couple of seconds and I swallowed the gasp that escaped from her.
“Thank you for begging, Mya, I knew you could do it.” I whispered into her ear and smiled as I started to move in and out of her slowly. Mya’s brow bunched as she thought over what she’d said.
“You don’t play fair do you?”
“Oh, I do. When I’m not burying myself deep inside the beautiful woman I’m trying to impress.” My dick was enjoying the feel of her and the rest of me was screaming to ride her hard because she felt so good.
“Any beautiful woman or just me?” Mya’s tone was playful but I knew she wanted some kind of reassurance that I wasn’t just using her.
“I can’t see anyone else here with us, can you?”
Bending to kiss her again, I decided enough was enough. It was time to satisfy my beautiful bed mate and make sure I left her feeling like she’d made the right decision to press me for more.
I pulled my dick out and slapped it gently against her as I moved myself onto my knees in front of her. I pulled her up my legs so she was sitting in my lap. Sliding back inside her, Mya’s soft moan and little growl as she ground herself against me was all the encouragement I needed. I began to fuck her gently and pick up the pace when I saw her brow begin to furrow in frustration, so I paid special attention to her clit to increase her pleasure.
Within a few minutes I could feel her legs begin to tremble and I knew I had her right where I wanted her. My speed picked up and less than a minute later her mouth formed a silent scream before she made this sexy high pitched noise with every wave of her climax as it tore through her. Mya’s pussy clenched so tightly I thought my dick was going to break.
“Ohhh, fuck. Mmm. Damn that feels so good.”
Watching her recover, she licked her lips and her eyes stared up at me with pure unadulterated lust. I felt ecstatic that I’d help put that look on her face. Turning her on her side, I spooned her from behind and pulled her knees up to her stomach. Sliding back inside her felt like perfection. This was one of my favourite positions and she was taking all of me now. I held her in my arms, pulling her close to me and turned her head to kiss her while I rocked in and out of her at a steady pace.
All the while I was doing that, my hands were stroking her body and squeezing her breasts. Mya groaned and moaned softly, enjoying everything I could give her. She tried to turn and I was instantly aware of her need to change position so I released my grasp, letting her pull away from me. She rose onto her knees, pushed me back on the bed and straddled me, her hands tracing down my shoulders to rest on my hips. She then reached behind her with one hand and positioned me back at her entrance before sinking slowly down onto me.
I glanced up at her, she looked perfect in that position as she begun to rise and fall slowly at first and then much quicker. Her breasts bounced up and down gently and her hair flopped to one side. When she began to rock back and forth on me she looked a little frustrated, in fact she was a hot mess and I don’t think I’d ever seen anything sexier than how she looked at that point.
Mya was a little hard to work out because she seemed shy in one sense and completely unabashed in another. I liked the intricacy of her; she was complex and yet appeared to live a simple life at the same time. She was deep and brooding when she was concentrating and quick witted and playful when she was relaxed. And, right at the point where she was about to come, open and shameless.
The night was all about pleasing her. I don’t know how I did it, but I kept myself in check as I pleasured her until she said she was dizzy and I pulled out. I pulled the condom off and stroked myself until I came on her belly while she watched. Afterwards, I cleaned her with a wash cloth from the bathroom and pulled her tight to me, holding her in place in front of my body.
It had been a long time since I cradled someone the way I was holding Mya. Rosie hated to be cuddled in bed she liked to sprawl out and hog most of the bed. Actually, the only other person I slept this way with was Lily.
Hearing her breathing change from breathlessness to deep and her heartbeat slowed to a soft rhythm, I noticed she had fallen into a deep sleep. I was exhausted but my mind wandered to Lily and the differences between her and Mya. They were a lot alike but completely different. Mya was much more astute than Lily was at her age, and Lily was less independent.
Sleep escaped me as my mind went around and around about Lily and how difficult life had been for her during the past couple of years and I wondered if I had been enough of a friend to her during those times. Had we grown apart that much that she felt she couldn’t share something so life altering with me? I knew I’d have to put the past behind me at some point and I promised myself I’d deal with Lily once I was back home after the tour.
After that, my mind flitted to Rosie. Life in the past year was one that I’d never forget. We had gone from almost living together to never speaking again. How does a relationship like that go downhill so fast? We’d gone from being together all of the time, to acting like strangers and we lived like an estranged married couple with one cutting the other out of their life altogether as if they’d died. Except Rosie hadn’t died, she had built a new life where I had no place, and I was beginning to build mine. Maybe I had developed an infatuation with her during my time away that would have burned out again if we’d gotten back together.
Once I had reconciled myself about the other women who were a big part of my life, I turned my focus back to the wonderful girl sleeping peacefully in my arms and felt fortunate for the chance to see how things would develop between us. After that, sleep began to close on me and I snuggled in tightly. Mya sighed in my arms and I kissed her neck; that was the last thing I remembered before sleep took over.
I woke to the feeling of someone watching me and opened my eyes. Mya was sitting cross legged on the bed in my shirt and she was a vision first thing in the morning. The bun had gone and her hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders, stopping just over her breasts.
“I expected you to leave in the night, Jack. You’re full of surprises. I never figured you for the kind of guy that stayed.”
I wanted to call her on that but I couldn’t because apart from Rosie and Lily, I had been exactly that kind of guy. Admitting it wouldn’t have been a wise move when I was tryin
g to impress her though.
“I wanted to stay to prove to myself that last night really did happen and that it wasn’t a dream. If I’d gone back to my own room things could have been awkward this morning between us. I didn’t want that to happen.”
“Me neither. I was surprised you’d stayed to be honest.”
“Why?”
“I’m not the type of girl who sleeps around, Jack. I’ve had two partners in two years and never a one night stand. I prayed you weren’t my first, but I took that chance anyway to be with you.” She blushed and picked at the bed sheet before she looked up nervously, unsure whether her admission had freaked me out or maybe she thought I was going to let her down.
Pulling myself up the bed, I leaned back against the headboard and pulled the sheet across my morning wood that I was trying to ignore during our serious conversation. Covering it up just made it all the more obvious and when I looked back at her she had a smirk on her face that was threatening to become a full on grin at any moment. I wanted to hug her and reassure her that this wasn’t a casual thing for me.
“Come here, Mya. I want to talk to you.”
“No, Jack. Don’t. It’s okay. We’re okay. I know we live very different lives and there’s an ocean between us. I don’t regret last night, but we’re going to go our separate ways in a few weeks, I get that and I’m cool with it.” Her comment left me stunned.
Hearing Mya’s thoughts made me bottle up my own and my heart sunk to my stomach. How was I supposed to reassure her that I’d make time for her despite the distance between us and her life already mapped out in front of her at music school? I knew her plans and she was only twenty years old. Of course she didn’t want the complication of a guy like me who wasn’t even able to live in the same country unless I jumped through a million hoops to be there, and that wasn’t an option for me at this moment in time.
All I could do was nod. It wasn’t how I was feeling but I had to accept what she was telling me. She’d had second thoughts. Trying to have a long distance romance at twenty wasn’t going to get either of us far, so I just reached forward and kissed her softly.
“Thank you for last night, Mya. It was beautiful. You’re an incredibly beautiful girl. I had a wonderful time.”
As soon as I said it I knew it sounded shitty and I wished I’d never met her. She was a friend that I’d crossed the line with and now she wanted to walk away.
We spent another awkward ten minutes in each other’s company before she went into the bathroom and came out a short time later wearing her jeans and a clean t-shirt. Throwing my shirt onto the bed, she turned and picked up a few sachets of coffee. Sensing I’d outstayed my welcome I stood and began to excuse myself by saying that I had some articles to catch up on. Mya didn’t respond as she wandered over to the coffee machine in her room and began to organise her morning drink. She could barely stand to look at me. As I picked up my shirt and pulled it over my head I then shook my jeans out, stepped in and shrugged them up over my arse.
Once I’d dressed I wandered over to her placing my hands on her upper arms and forced her to turn and face me. Bending down I kissed her lightly on the mouth and hugged her tightly against my chest. As her body pressed into mine, I inhaled her scent and kissed the top of her head. My heart squeezed as I struggled with the huge lump that had formed in my throat and I really wanted to challenge her about her decision, but I felt she’d made herself crystal clear. I sighed deeply, released my hold and pulled back slightly to meet her awkward fleeting eye contact.
“See you later? What time will you be at the hall?” It was all I could think of to say that was completely platonic, giving her the opportunity to stay friends.
Mya looked up and I stared at her face intently, trying to figure out what she was thinking because her expression was blank. I couldn’t decipher anything from our interaction that clued me in one way or another about her feelings.
“Sure. Around two.” She said chirpily, and then went back to making her coffee.
I could sense she just wanted me to leave so I walked over to the chair, picked my jacket up then looked back over my shoulder at her one last time. When she didn’t turn back I opened her hotel room door and left.
Chapter 29 ~ Throat punch
I felt sick as I walked back to my room, her rejection had stung and I had started to think that there was something wrong with me. I must give out a vibe to these girls that makes them all want to fuck me, but not get involved. I thought Mya was different, or maybe I wanted to think that and it wasn’t really there at all.
The mixed messages I’d received from Rick and Mya led me to believe that there would be more than just casual sex or I wouldn’t have ventured there in the first place. So much for Mya’s comment about her not being a ‘one night stand’, kind of girl.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt used. At least with the other girls I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. With Mya, I took it slowly, did everything at what I thought was her pace and yet in the end, she just climbed on and rode me; just like all the rest.
Complicated thought processes ran through my mind about myself. After the retreat I thought I had everything figured out and where had all that thinking got me? Rosie hated me and I had let two more women use me. Feeling angry with myself, I headed for the shower wondering if I’d ever learn. Inside I was hurting because I had begun to fall for someone I thought actually cared about me.
Several days of awkward conversations and minimal contact followed and I began to avoid being where I thought she might be. My feelings towards her were still strong. When a heart wants something bad enough it cuts deeper when it is deprived, but I wasn’t going to force something between us.
Mya had made it clear what she wanted and I hadn’t been written into her plans. Instead of joining the others for dinner or hanging out, I became a little reclusive during the final days of the tour. Even though I thought I’d been clever it didn’t escape Rick’s attention.
“Jack, come to my suite after rehearsals. I want to talk to you.”
And there it was. Rick was probably going to fire my arse for screwing his niece. By that time I knew the whole episode had affected me, but it was interfering with my work as well. I didn’t really care what he did to me. I’d been moping around and avoiding everyone like they were a plague of lepers. I also knew from Phil, the photographer, that Mya wasn’t hanging out with anyone either.
For the first time I really understood Dave’s feelings about Emily. He hadn’t talked to her about how he felt about it and years later was still feeling like shit because there was stuff that should have been said at the time, but it was too late to talk.
The bigger lesson for me in all of that was that I’d been right not to get involved with Lily all those years ago. Getting close to Mya and then having sex with her taught me how easily people’s relationships transformed from a close emotional connection to complete avoidance.
My social life may have been in the toilet but my work ethic had always been exceptional and I couldn’t afford to upset Rick that late in the day. Until then I knew Joe, my editor was impressed. Every morning there were emails from him sounding pumped about every article he received. With my exclusives and Phil’s amazing shots, we were able to put together some really wicked media packets on the band.
As I walked through the hotel on the way to face Rick, I still couldn’t fail to be impressed with how immaculately kept it seemed. Even the cream velvet chairs seemed pristine with no evidence that anyone had ever sat in them. Then it struck me that it all seemed kind of clinical. When I stepped into the lift my stomach churned in anticipation of what may be facing me when I reached the penthouse. After Jed, Rick’s bodyguard, had given me the nod I knocked on suite door. It was our last day in Munich and we only had four days left of the tour. I heard Rick call out from inside.
“Yep, come on in,” he shouted, in his distinctive southern drawl.
Pushing the heavy oak door open I sa
w Rick sitting in a chair with large glass of brandy. Holding the stem between his second and third fingers and the glass cradled in his palm and thumb.
“Sit down, Jack, we need to talk,” he said in a serious tone. His expression was solemn.
Rick’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized me carefully then sighed heavily and gestured for me to sit on the other sofa with a wave of his glass as he tipped his chin up toward it. Stepping forward I turned and sat as he’d directed me to.
“All right, spare me the graphic details or I might have to throat punch you, but what’s going on between you and my niece?”
Rick flicked some imaginary lint off of his trousers then leaned back and placed his arm the length of his sofa waiting for my reply.
I was trying to appear innocent. And I was really. I hadn’t done anything wrong, to my mind it was Mya that had called the halt between us.
“Nothing.”
Rick snorted incredulously and looked slightly peeved at my response.
“Well fuck, Jack, I wouldn’t have to be Einstein to see that she chokes every time you’re in the room or your name is mentioned, and today she was staring at the wall while we were all sharing a laugh. What’s the deal?”
I shrugged trying to look nonchalant but inside I felt sad because she was upset but I reminded myself once again, that it was her decision.
“What can I say, Rick? She was the one that told me not to push it and I haven’t. She’s twenty years old with a future that doesn’t include me. I get it we never should have strained the friendship we had.”
“Jesus, Jack, I never had you marked down as a fucking martyr. I’ve noticed you’ve had the same sour pathetic look about you that she has. You want her, you’ll have to fight for her, Jack. I never pegged you as a quitter. Don’t make me have to reassess my judgement. Distance, time, fucking career prospects—they’re all bullshit. Didn’t watching Lily teach you anything about relationships?”
“I’ll talk to her at least. See where she’s at now that the dust has settled on our date night. I know she’s young, Rick, I’d never toy with her feelings.”
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