by Alexa Riley
“Spread your legs, baby.” As she does, I move to kneel between them. “Use your fingers to open yourself up for me. Show me what’s mine.”
She’s tentative but does what she’s told. Her lips part and my mouth waters at her pink, juicy pussy. “Keep it open. Or I’ll stop.” I meet her gaze and raise a brow until she squeaks out an, “Okay.”
Gently, I push her thighs apart, as wide as they can comfortably go, then just a tiny bit more. Her body is tense, and her little bud is swollen and hard. Getting down onto my stomach, I lean in and take a deep breath. She smells just like she tastes. I don’t wait any longer, I dive in and feast on her like I’ve been starving and she’s my first meal. In a way, I suppose it’s true. I’ve been waiting for her, I just didn’t realize how hungry I was until her sweetness was right in front of me.
Shelby is still primed from her last orgasm and before long, she’s lifting her hips to beg for more. I grasp them and hold her in place, continuing to lick and bite and fuck her with my tongue.
“Yes! Yes!” she screams. “I can’t—yes! Don’t stop!”
No fucking way is that going to happen. I do pause, though, and move her hands away, replacing them with my own. “Play with your nipples, baby. Pretend it’s my mouth sucking and plucking those sweet peaks.” Her hands cup her breasts, and I have to shove my pelvis into the bed to keep from shooting off like a cannon. My head drops and I go back to eating her, but I keep my eyes up, watching her fingers play with her tits and her face contort with pleasure.
“Come, Shelby,” I demand. Then I drive my tongue in and pinch her clit at the same time, pushing her over the edge into oblivion. Her blissed-out expression and her screams of my name have cum leaking like a faucet from my dick. I’ve got to get inside her. I don’t want to waste any more of my semen.
I quickly crawl up her body and thrust in balls deep while she’s still in the throes of orgasm. “Oh, yes,” I hiss. The pain of her virginity registers for a heartbeat, but I capture her lips in a passionate kiss and press my pelvis down on her clit to draw out her orgasm a little longer, helping her through the pain.
Eventually, her heartbeat slows and her breathing becomes less erratic. I say a prayer of thanks because I’m not sure how much longer I was going to be able to keep still. I take hold of her wrists and lift her arms over her head, urging her to grasp the headboard. “Hold on tight, little muse,” I growl. Her sex is gripping me in an iron vise, but I manage to drag my cock out a few inches, then drive back in all the way.
“Fuck!” I shout. Nothing has ever felt better than this. I pull out a little more this time and when I punch back in hard, the tip of my cock bumps against her cervix. I feel it spasm and know it’s going to suck up every drop of my cum. Her cunt is greedy for it.
I set a steady rhythm, in and out, in and out, my balls slapping against her ass every time I bottom out. I drop my head and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, pulling hard on the bud before taking as much of her tit as I can fit into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the sensitive peak. Her back comes off the bed with a cry and presses it deeper into my face. I switch back and forth, loving on both breasts until the tips are red and there are little love bites all over.
My spine starts to tingle, and I know I’m getting close, so I pause to snatch a pillow from beside her and shove it under her hips. Then I go back to thrusting, going faster, deeper, and harder. This angle also makes it easier to hit her inner sweet spot every time.
“Yes! Right there! Yes!” Her screams are piercing and it makes me hotter and crazier.
“Are you on anything, baby?” I grunt as I rut in her like an animal in mating heat. I’m not sure my mind is mine anymore.
“What—?” she asks in a daze. “Oh! Theo! Oh, yes!”
“Are you on the pill?” I growl. If she says yes, they are going down the sink first chance I get.
“No,” she gasps. “I didn’t think—do you have anything?”
“No.” I’m not lying. I have no need for condoms, so I don’t keep any in the house. “And I’m not going to pull out,” I tell her before she can ask. Then, I let myself go and give in to a primal, possessive need. My thrusting becomes wild, making the bed rock and Shelby scream in pleasure. “I’m going to come deep inside your ripe pussy, little muse. I’m going to fill you up. Suck me deep inside of you. Only one place for it to go.” Into her, making her nice and round with our baby.
“Theo!” Shelby’s body bucks hard and her pussy clamps down as though it doesn’t want to let me go.
“See? Your body knows what you want.” I push myself a little harder. “Take it, baby,” I urge. Our bodies are slick with sweat so my hand slides easily down between us and I pinch her clit as I drive in one last time, going as deep as possible, sealing our pelvic areas tightly together so nothing will escape.
The second she falls over the edge, I’m falling right behind her. I come so hard there are black spots dancing in front of my eyes. My cum spurts, hot and creamy, into her womb and it greedily sucks it up. “Fuck! That’s right, baby,” I bark. “Milk my cock for every fucking drop. Fuck, yes!”
I begin to rock a little, pushing back and forth without breaking the seal. Her pussy walls hold tighter every time I pull back, practically sucking the life out of my dick. If I wasn’t so completely lost in the heaven of my woman’s pussy, I might be worried about it breaking my cock. But…right now I don’t give a fuck.
Chapter Seven
Shelby
It’s shocking how much my life has changed in the past twenty-four hours. Yesterday when I woke up, I was a virgin who did singing telegrams for random strangers to pay my share of the rent for a tiny apartment I shared with three other girls. This morning, the only person I need to sing for is an insanely sexy, award-winning composer who’s sharing his huge house with me. And his bed, which is why I’m definitely not a virgin anymore. Several times over since he woke me up twice in the night to take me. As I roll over on the big mattress, I’m sore in places I didn’t even think about before now.
“Ouch,” I groan after I sit up.
“Shit, baby. I should’ve thought about how you’d feel this morning and controlled myself a little more. I’m sorry,” Theo apologizes as he stalks over to the bed from the bathroom doorway. “You need some pain relievers?”
Realizing I’m completely naked, I yank the sheet up to my chest and nod. “Yeah, I think that’d help.”
His lips kick up at the corners as he brushes one long finger down my cheek. “Are you feeling a little shy this morning?”
“Maybe.” My cheeks fill with heat when his gaze drops lower.
He traces along the sheet. “There isn’t any need to be since I’ve seen and tasted just about every inch of your skin already.”
“And that’s exactly why I’m feeling shy,” I squeak.
He claims my mouth in a deep but brief kiss before whispering against my mouth, “I’ll let it slide for now since you’re so new to this.”
“Gee, thanks,” I laugh as I push at his chest.
He moves back toward the bathroom and pauses in the doorway to look over his shoulder and suggest, “Don’t do it on my account, but maybe you’ll feel comfortable if you put some clothes on. The stuff the movers brought over from your old place is in the closet.”
I let his reference to the apartment I share with the girls pass since he’s already made his opinion of me going back there obvious. He’s going to pay me more than I ever earned doing singing telegrams, so my plan is to still give the girls my share of rent while I’m here so I don’t lose my spot. As amazing as last night was, my biggest fear is that Theo will realize how far out of my league he is and I’ll be left with nowhere to go. I won’t let that happen to myself.
Hearing the medicine cabinet shut and the water turn on, I hurry out of bed and into the closet to at least toss on a shirt and panties before Theo comes back out. It’s weird seeing my cheap T-shirts hanging up across from what are probably thousan
d-dollar suits. Heck, I’m pretty sure he has ties that cost more than what I spent on the entire contents of one of my suitcases. Refusing to think about it too much, I quickly grab a shirt and wiggle into it. But I hit a snag in my plan when I pull open the drawers on the side of the closet where Theo stashed all my stuff and only find socks. There isn’t any sign of my bras or panties. After yanking a pair of pajama bottoms off a hanger—it’s super weird to find them hanging up—I wander back into the bedroom. “I think the movers forgot some of my stuff.”
“Like what?” Theo asks, handing me a glass of water and a couple of ibuprofen.
My voice is whisper-soft when I answer, “All my bras and underwear.”
“Right,” he drawls. “About that.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “About what?”
He runs his hand through his hair and flashes me a sheepish grin. “I didn’t feel comfortable with strange men touching stuff that was going to cover your pussy and tits, so I told them to leave it all behind.”
“I—You—” I stammer, trying to figure out how to respond. On one hand, it might come in handy to have some of my stuff still at the apartment if the time comes that I need to move back there. But it still presents a major problem in the meantime. “Am I supposed to just walk around without them the entire time I live here?”
His gaze drops to my boobs, and he grins. “That’d be fine by me as long as nobody else is around, but the guy manning the gate this morning just texted to let me know my assistant dropped off the clothes I asked her to pick up for you. There should be plenty of bras and panties in the bags they’re bringing to the door.”
Any anger I might have felt over his odd reaction to the movers—the ones he’d insisted on hiring, mind you—touching my undergarments melts away. His thoughtfulness makes his high-handedness a whole lot easier to swallow. “You bought me new clothes?”
“You can bet your sweet ass I did.” His dark eyes light up with so much excitement, he almost looks like a little boy on Christmas morning.
“Alrighty then.” I let myself enjoy this. I’m not going to overthink it. It’s nice to be taken care of.
“C’mon, let’s go make sure everything fits.” Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, he hurries me out of the bedroom. He doesn’t let go of me until we reach the entryway, and I stop dead in my tracks when I spot the pile of shopping bags set just inside the door. He keeps going and grabs about a dozen bags to carry them into the living room. I watch in awe as he comes back to get another load twice more until there are only a few bags left. Picking them up with one hand, he grabs my wrist with the other and tugs me along with him.
The stack of bags on the couch is insane. I’m blown away by Theo’s generosity. It’s been so long since I had anyone in my life who wanted to take care of me…well, except when it comes to condoms since he didn’t wear one any of the times we had sex. The timing should be off enough that I’m in the clear, but I can’t help freaking out a little at the idea of being pregnant. But I also can’t help but think about how freaking amazing he’d be with a tiny baby in his arms, and there is a small part of me that likes the idea of taking a piece of him with me when I go. I decide that it’s best for me not to obsess over it too much at the moment. There’s enough new stuff for me to handle, I don’t need to go borrowing trouble. I’ll just have to insist he wears a condom from now on.
With that decided, and still feeling a little overwhelmed, I whisper, "Thank you."
“I think we can do better than that when we express our gratitude to each other, my little muse.” My gaze drops to his crotch, and I feel an odd mixture of disappointment and curiosity. “As badly as I want to see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, that’s not what I meant either.”
When I look back up at his face, the grin he flashes me is smug. I shrug my shoulders defensively. “What? It seemed like a typical guy thing to say.”
“Ah, but I’m not just any guy,” he reminds me.
Remembering everything we did last night, I blush as I agree. “True.”
Theo cups his palm around the back of my head and bends low to brush his lips against mine. “Thank you for saving your cherry for me and giving it to me last night.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Your turn,” he prods me, our mouths only an inch from each other.
I’m not sure what he’s hinting at, so I hazard a guess. “Thank you for giving me so many orgasms when you took my virginity?”
He chuckles softly, and I love the way the skin around his eyes crinkles. “That’s not what I thought you wanted to thank me for, but I’ll take it as long as it comes with a kiss.”
“Oh!” I finally get the point he’s trying to make and skim my lips over his. Then I smile up at him. “That’s my thanks for the clothes.” I gather all my courage and press my mouth against his hard. When my tongue touches his lips, he opens and it sweeps inside. He quickly takes control of the kiss, tilting his head to get better access to my mouth as our tongues tangle together. When he’s done, it takes me a moment to remember what I planned to say. “And that was for all the orgasms.”
“I’m a lucky man.” I shudder as he brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “One who’ll be sure to remember you value climaxes over clothes.”
I have no idea how he can think he’s the lucky one when I know it’s me, but I swear I’m going to do everything I can to keep him thinking that way. “Judging by that pile, I don’t think I’m going to need to buy myself any more clothes for a few years.”
“Damn straight you won’t.” He pivots and picks up a pink and white striped bag. “Not when it’s my pleasure to take care of it for you.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lift up to give him another quick kiss. “Thank you.”
He cocks his head to the side and asks, “What’s that one for?”
“Just for being you.”
Theo drops the bag he’s holding to the floor, lifts me up into his arms, and carries me back into the bedroom. It isn’t until hours later that I get the chance to try on some of the stuff he bought for me, and I’m not even a tiny bit surprised that he did a great job guessing my sizes. He’s obviously become very familiar with my body.
Chapter Eight
Theo
I sit back in my chair and listen intently to the last bars of the main theme song for the movie score. Son of a bitch! It’s done. Well, mostly. I still have a lot of tweaking to do to clean it up and polish it. Then when that is done, I’ll go to work on the cues for the rest of the film. As the last strains of the violin slowly fade, bringing it to the end, something seems off. I feel like I’m not getting the full effect and it needs something else before I send a rough track to Hugo, the producer.
Then it hits me. My girl. I need my little muse.
With a giant smile on my face, I toss off the headphones and lean back in my chair. I look through the glass in front of me that separates this room from the sound studio. Shelby is facing me, sitting at my AvantGrand hybrid piano and is focused on whatever she is playing. Her eyes are sparkling, and she looks so beautiful I’m tempted to turn that $20,000 instrument into just another surface to fuck on.
Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been almost completely focused on this composition and making Shelby fall in love with me. I keep her near when I’m working so I can bounce ideas off of her and get her opinion of changes. But mostly, because I can’t stand being away from her. I gave her free rein over my studio, and she has kept herself busy with her own music.
However, I’ve also made sure we’ve had time to really get to know each other, and fuck if I don’t love her more every damn day. Not only can she sing, but she’s an accomplished pianist and plays a little guitar. I asked her about her goals for the future and she just shrugged.
“As long as I get to sing, even if it’s doing stupid singing telegrams, I’ll be happy.” Her mouth was tipped up in a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her beautiful green eyes. I wanted to reiterat
e that she would never go back to doing shitty jobs like that, but something told me that wasn’t really what her hesitancy was about.
“Is that all you want, Shelby?” I pressed. She shrugged again and looked away, a blush blooming on her cheeks. I grabbed her chin and forced her to look at me. “Tell me,” I commanded.
“Um, well. I was just…I’ve always wanted to be a wife and mom.” She dropped her gaze and the pink on her cheeks deepened. “I used to dream about being like the Partridge family when I was younger.”
A smile stole across my face and I raised an eyebrow before teasing, “Not the Von Trapps?”
Shelby laughed and shook her head. “I think I’ll start with five.”
“But you aren’t opposed to ten?” She laughed again and I decided not to make it clear that I was only partly joking.
I want a large family and I am more than happy to give her as many children as she wants. I’ll give her anything she wants.
Shelby’s face breaks into a wide smile as she scribbles something in a notebook then goes back to playing. I watch her for another minute, enjoying the pure innocence and joy on her face.
Curious, I put my headphones back on and switch them to the track connected to the piano. All of the instruments in my studio are wired to one system so that they record to the same program, making mixing easier, and it’s also helped the few times I’ve collaborated with someone.
I turn up the volume and I’m immediately swept away into her world. Holy shit. I haven’t actually heard her play before. She’s amazing, like a fucking angel. It’s the same melody that she sang for me on that first day, but she’s embellished it and given it more depth. It’s fucking gorgeous. Just like her.
After a few minutes, she stops playing and sits back on the bench. It seems like a good time to interrupt her, so I stand and lean over to knock gently on the glass. Her head flies up and her hand presses to her chest, but she laughs at being startled and waves.
