by SC Daiko
My cock swelled between us, but she didn’t bat an eyelid. She gave me access to her neck, and I kissed and sucked and bit, snaking my hands down to squeeze her peachy ass. “God, you’re beautiful,” I rasped, my throat thick with lust.
She stepped away from me. “Stand still while I wash you.”
I did as she requested, watching her spread bodywash onto a sponge and soap me all over, paying particular attention to my bum.
The water beat down, billowing steam and misting the white marble tiles.
Tentatively, her pink tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, she cupped my balls and massaged them carefully. She closed her eyes and tugged at my dick with the other hand until it swelled.
“Fuck, yeah, do it like that, baby.”
She opened her eyes and I saw her steely determination, saw her fighting to overcome her apprehension. “Good girl,” I said, pushing into her fingers.
She carried on milking me, alternating between tugging, squeezing, and spreading precum down my shaft. How I wanted to spin her around, bend her over with her hands pressed flat to the wall, and slam into her tight little pussy from behind. Just the thought of it was enough to tip me over the edge, and I came like a fucking train, shooting my load into her warm palm and groaning her name.
“Your turn,” I said when I’d gotten my breath back. “Stand still.” I poured liquid soap into the washcloth and rubbed it over her luscious tits, her flat stomach, between her lovely legs and down her shapely thighs.
“That feels so nice,” she sighed.
I angled my head and lifted her up my body. Our tongues tangled as we lapped each other up. So fucking hot. I held her against me with one hand while I skimmed the fingers of my other hand over her slit. She knew to trust me…we’d come so far in the past three weeks. I found her clit and flicked it up and down.
“Oh, Pierce,” she whimpered.
We fell to the floor, the showerhead still raining hot water down on us. The air in my lungs burned…I wanted to taste her so bad.
I dropped my face and kissed the hollow place where her chest and neck met. Our mouths closed on one another and I rubbed my lower lip along hers, brushed my nose on her cheek, then slipped my tongue into her mouth and claimed it as mine.
She raised her hands to cup my cheeks, and I deepened our kiss before lifting her onto the bench in the corner of the shower cubicle. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”
I pressed my face to her pussy and gave her slit a thorough, long lick. I did it again, and she mewled. I put my tongue at her base and dragged it all the way up to her clit, and she gave a deep moan.
She clutched at my hair and thrust her hips forward, but, at the same time, she turned her head away.
“Look at me, love. I want to see your expression when you come apart.”
Our eyes locked and I sucked on her swollen nub. She was so much better than fucking alcohol. “You’re my addiction,” my voice vibrated against her, “I can’t get enough of you.”
I stared up at her while my tongue worked its magic. She gripped my scalp as I licked her entrance. “It’s okay, baby,” I reassured her when I hit the tight wall of muscle.
I latched onto her clit again, putting pressure and biting it so ravenously she began to spasm. Her mouth dropped into an O, and she moaned her orgasm so beautifully I wanted to write the sound into a song.
“Pierce,” she sucked in a breath. “That was beyond amazing.”
I couldn’t resist a cocky smirk. I smoothed the wet tresses back from her heart-shaped face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Still smirking, I reached up, turned off the tap and helped her to her feet. We dried each other with fluffy white towels, before putting on the cotton bath robes that came with our suite. Hayley blowed our hair, and I made my way across the carpet to the bed.
“Just a minute,” she said, going over to where she’d left her handbag. Warmth lit her eyes. “While you and the band were rehearsing this morning, I didn’t stay in the hotel like I told ya.”
My heartrate picked up. What the fuck?!
“Camila and I hit the shops.” Her voice wavered. “I don’t need to be so cheap now I no longer have to top up Dad’s nursing home expenses. And he left me enough money to cover the funeral costs.” She rummaged around and retrieved a small gift bag. Catching her lip between her teeth, she handed it to me. “I hope you like it.”
“Wow. You got me a present?” With shaky hands I extracted a solid silver chain with a round amulet hanging off it.
“You can get it inscribed when we return to LA,” she blushed.
I slipped it over my head. “It’s perfect. Thank you. I’ll have your name etched onto it.” I pulled her in for a hug.
God how I loved her. Should I tell her? I wanted to, but something stopped me. Maybe I was confusing love with addiction? I’d gone through so many addictions in my life. Street gangs. Knife crime. Mr. Phillips’ influence. Tranquilizers after he was murdered. Then sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll at uni and with ChiMera. I lifted her chin and kissed her. “I don’t deserve you, Hayley. You’re too good for me, sweetheart…”
Chapter 19
Hayley
Pierce spent most of the flight to Singapore immersed in his e-reader, so I did likewise. Occasionally, I’d catch him playing with the silver chain I’d given him, and he’d shoot me an unfathomable look.
I leaned back in my chair, losing myself in a Mafia romance until we landed at Changi Airport. We walked down the steps of the 747, went through immigration, and the usual fleet of SUVs took us to our hotel. I’d researched this place before we’d left LA…but actually seeing it, as we crossed over a bridge spanning a bay, was something else. Three giant towers with a building resembling a cruise ship perched on top. It took my breath. Literally. I clutched Pierce’s arm. “Wow! Look at that!”
“Awesome, innit?”
After we’d checked in, Jake said we weren’t to order room service as he’d booked a private dining room so we could try the local food. He glanced at his watch, then clapped his hands together. “Get your sweet fannies there in half an hour, everyone, chop chop!”
“Micromanaging git,” Pierce muttered under his breath, but not in a nasty way. He grabbed my hand and we made our way over to the elevators.
“Wow,” I gushed again as we stepped into our suite. The view of the Singapore skyline by night was incredible. I went to the window and gazed at the gorgeous reflections of the cityscape lights reflected in the water below.
“This hotel is part of an integrated resort.” Pierce came up and stood behind. “I’m looking forward to our day off tomorrow while our team gets the stage set up at the National Stadium. We can have some fun…”
“Yay!”
It was about time the bands had a chance to relax, I thought to myself. Our tour of Australia had been grueling. We hadn’t even gotten to see the famous wildlife, the kangaroos and koala bears. Because they were such celebrities, ChiMera and Vanilla Sky had been more or less confined to their hotel suites between concerts…for fear of them getting mobbed. It had given Pierce and me a lot of time to work on my inhibitions, though. Just thinking about his hot mouth on my skin made my clit tingle.
“Wear your hair down, please, babe.” He shifted my braid from the nape of my neck and kissed along my collar bone. He brought his mouth down on mine, and I nipped at his lower lip. He released a deep throaty chuckle. “If you carry on like that there’s no way that we’ll be leaving this room…”
I swatted him lightly across the shoulder. “We’d better get ready or we’ll be late.”
We changed out of our jeans and tees before taking a quick shower. Pierce put on black leather pants with a jacket to match, open to the abs, the silver chain I’d given him clearly visible against his bronzed pecs. “You so look like a rock god,” I said, a fluttery feeling in my stomach. I turned for him to zip up the back of the slinky dress I’d extracted from my suitcase.
He pulled up the zipper, then spun me arou
nd. “And you look like a rock goddess.” He trailed his fingers through my hair. “So fucking beautiful.” He paused, seemingly on the point of adding to his statement, but shook his head instead.
Arms around each other, we headed down to the lounge and the private dining room Jake had reserved for us. The rest of the group had already arrived and were sitting at a massive round table. We joined them and servers brought us dish after dish of Singaporean food. Rice noodles in a spicy coconut curry soup, which I found out was called Laksa, followed by chili crab, barbequed stingray, and satay… which I also learned were skewered pieces of grilled chicken and beef served with peanut sauce and a cucumber relish. Everyone was hungry and we all dove in, but, when I took one spoonful of a dessert made with bean curd tofu sweetened with sugar syrup, I gave a shudder.
“Too sweet, huh?” Phoenix remarked from where she was sitting next to me.
“Yeah,” I reached for my glass of water and took a sip. “I got a real sugar rush.”
“Do you miss hanging out with Camila and the instrument technicians?” Phoenix’s smile was wistful. “I used to envy you and them the freedom to come and go as you pleased.”
“Don’t miss it at all, honey.” And I didn’t. I swiveled my gaze to Pierce. How could I lack for anything when I was with him? A stab of guilt tore through me. I should have been missing my dad more…but he hadn’t been the man I once knew, not for a long time. Stupid, I told myself. Not lacking for anything was a huge lie. I wanted to take Pierce’s cock deep inside me. Wanted it with every molecule of my being. Why the hell was my goddamn body letting me down like this? My breath caught on a sigh.
Axel and Phoenix had started discussing how they would explore the area near the hotel tomorrow. Apparently, there were impressive parks and gardens. “How about you guys? What are your plans?” Axel asked us.
“I’m gonna surprise my girl,” Pierce responded with a wink.
I couldn’t stop my mouth from falling open. Could he get any sweeter?
“Aw, you two are so cute,” Phoenix cooed.
After dinner, we rode up to the fifty-seventh floor, to the boat-like structure bridging the three towers of the hotel. We strolled along paths through the amazing park that had been built up here, admiring the lush gardens. The hot tropical night caressed my bare arms and made the ends of my hair curl over my shoulders. I pulled it forward and plaited it in a loose braid.
“Axel is scared of heights,” Phoenix whispered to me as we headed toward the observation deck. “So we won’t go anywhere near the railings.”
The view was breathtaking. Even better than from our suite. Immediately below us, seeming to hang suspended in the air, perched an amazing infinity pool. Anyone swimming in the turquoise-blue water would imagine they’d be about to fall off the edge of the building. “Wanna take a dip in there tomorrow?” Pierce shot me a glance.
“Sure. It looks awesome.”
“Not me,” Axel’s face had turned pale. He grabbed Phoenix’s hand. “Let’s go to our room. I’m feeling dizzy.”
Pierce laced his fingers through mine, pressing his warm body against me. “Hayley and I have stuff to do.” He waggled his eyebrows. “We’ll go to our room as well.”
I groaned at his candor and swatted him in the chest.
Everyone else had already headed for the bar to drink the night away. The prospect of a day off tomorrow to nurse their hangovers must have been too enticing. I wondered what surprise Pierce had in store for me, and my tummy fluttered in anticipation.
After undressing and removing my makeup, I stretched out on our bed, fully expecting Pierce to crawl between my legs as he usually did. But, no. Although he was already naked, he simply sat on the edge of the mattress and held me with his smoldering gaze.
Uh. Huh. Something’s up.
He took my hand. “Remember when I asked you back in LA if you’d ever gotten yourself off?”
Jesus. Where was this leading? “Yeah…”
His midnight-blue irises darkened. “Have you ever inserted your fingers?”
I felt the heat of my blush. “Why are you asking?” My tone sounded indignant to my ears.
“I downloaded a book. Read it on the plane earlier. The personal account of someone with your condition.”
His expression was so open, he deserved my honesty. “I’ve tried to finger myself, but I couldn’t get past the tight wall of muscle. Thankfully, female orgasms originate in the clitoris.” My blush deepened. “I want you inside me, though. I want it so bad…”
He wrapped his arms around me. “I wanna be inside you too, sweetheart. You’ve no idea how much. The book I read gives me some hope. But it’s you who will need to take control of your body and cure yourself.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Start by inserting your little finger. Then, gradually, over time, you can try stretching your entrance so you can take a second finger, and then, eventually, a third.”
He didn’t say anything about inserting his penis, and I was so freaking touched I was scared of disappointing him.
“What if it doesn’t work?”
“Your entrance is a muscle. Like athletes train their muscles, you can train yours. If at first you don’t succeed, don’t be too hard on yourself. You can always try again another time.”
I looked him in the eye. “I want to do it for you…”
He shook his head. “Don’t do it for me…do it for yourself.”
And now he did crawl between my legs, and his mouth was everywhere...on my lips, my jaw, my tits, my stomach and, finally, my pussy.
His hand reached up and he cupped my breasts, his fingers twisting my nipples.
Whimpering with pleasure, I rocked myself onto his face, but he pulled away.
“Touch yourself, baby.”
Oh, God. Could I do this? In front of him?
My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I slid my hand down my body and circled one finger around my clit.
Pierce had moved up the bed and had started focusing on my breasts, sucking on them so hard, the tingles travelled to my pussy.
I parted my lower lips with my hand, and sought the place no one had ever penetrated, not even myself. With gritted teeth, I pressed my pinkie to my entrance. Please, please open up. I gasped. For the first time ever, I’d encountered a small hole. Slowly, wincing at the slight discomfort, I carried on pressing. Maybe if I wriggled my finger around a little it would relax the muscle? Panting, I tried it, Pierce’s ministrations to my tits making me wetter and wetter.
“You are the owner of your body, sweetheart,” he broke off his sucking to say. “Remember you are doing this for you.”
His words were all the encouragement I needed. My finger slid into me, not all the way, but well past the tip. A lot more than I’d ever achieved. “I did it,” I murmured. Yes, it was painful, but nothing I couldn’t handle. Athletes suffered from muscle pain, I reminded myself.
Pierce swept his arms around me. “So proud of you. I know I keep saying that, but it’s true.”
“I’m proud of me as well.” I kissed his jaw. “It’s thanks to you I could do it. You helped me believe in myself.”
“Best not to rush this.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Only there is one thing I’d still like us to try…”
“Oh?” I lifted my eyes to his.
“I haven’t done it since I was a teenager, but it worked brilliantly then.” He gave me a cocky smirk and smoothed the hair back from my face. “It’s bloody sexy. You’ll love it. But I’ll need to put on a condom as I’m gonna shoot my load in the vicinity of your pussy…that’s if you agree.”
He gave me that puppy dog look I couldn’t resist. “Okay,” I breathed.
With a whoop, he slid off the bed and went to his suitcase. He returned with a small foil packet, tore it open with his teeth, then fisted himself. My heart pounded as he unfurled the rubber over his shaft. “Relax, love. My dick will only go as far as the apex of your thighs.”
I n
odded…my mouth had gone too dry to speak.
Carefully, he lowered his ripped body and covered me like a blanket. I felt him slide his fingers from my neck to the sides of my breasts. He kneaded them while he kissed me over and over again.
His dick twitched against my inner thigh. “Close your legs on me, baby. Squeeze tight.”
I did as he asked, and he angled his body, rocking against me, rolling his hips, his pelvis pressing down on my nub.
My eyes flickered. It was the most erotic experience of my life. I was lost to him…unable to control my whimpers.
He raised himself on an elbow and reached between us to rub at my clit. Biting pleasure rippled through me and I orgasmed crying out his name.
“Good girl.” He stared deeply into my eyes. “I love watching you come apart.”
“What about you?” I locked my gaze with his.
“Squeeze tight, baby.” He thrust into the space between my legs. “I’m nearly there.”
And he was. I felt his cock spasm as he climaxed with a groan. He kissed me briefly, sat back on his knees, removed the condom, tied it off and flung it onto the nightstand. He lay back on the bed and pulled me into his arms.
“I love you, Hayley. I fucking love you so much…”
Tears of happiness welled up and spilt from my eyes. “You do?”
“Yep. I fell for you the moment I realized I couldn’t live without you.” He turned and stroked the liquid from my cheeks. “I hope you feel the same way about me?”
I lifted my hand to the side of his face. “Of course, I do. I love you.” My heart freaking hammered. “I fell for you when you managed to get sober and I got to know the real Pierce.”
His arms tightened around me. “How long have we known each other?”
I thought for a moment. “More than two years. Remember I replaced the girl who left before the European leg of your world tour?”
“So, no one would think I’m being hasty if I asked you to marry me.” His eyes burned into mine. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
