by Thia Finn
“Well, I think the decorator did a beautiful job. It’s homey and warm but still passes for a man’s house.”
“So, do you want to unpack or see the rest of the house first?” I moved to the doorway, not wanting her to feel like I was hovering. I had never been in this position before, and it was fucking weird. The only girls I had ever brought upstairs were my sisters and mother. This home was my safe space, and I planned to keep it that way. Lola was not a hook-up, and I didn’t want her ever to feel that way. Honestly, I didn’t know what she was yet, but I planned to spend the next two weeks finding out.
“I’m only taking out a few things for the night. I packed them separately so it’ll only take a minute.”
“Sure, no problem. Come downstairs when you’re finished, and I’ll make you a drink. You’ll tell the girls, too? I don’t want to barge into some girly shit they might be into already.” She nodded her head as I backed out and shut the door to the room. I leaned up against the wall and took a breath. Damn, it was going to be a long two weeks if I had to act all fucking formal like that the entire time.
In the kitchen, I took out all the snack stuff the lady I hired to help me left ready to serve. It was Chandler’s idea since I had no clue what to do with all of these females under my roof. She was great though and made me look like a sous chef or something.
“OH MY GOD. You are awesome.” The girls walked into the kitchen wearing bikinis. That’s it, just brightly colored bikinis with small strings and even smaller triangles. What the fuck had I got myself into? Young hot bodies just ripe for the picking ran around in my house. No way would Carter step foot in my damn house while they were here. I wanted to suggest they put on t-shirts or something to cover up, but I kept my mouth shut. If I said something I knew I would look like a perv, so I turned my back and looked out the window above the sink. As much as I wished they were staying at my house the entire two weeks so Lola would be here with me, I would be in so much trouble if they did.
I couldn’t understand why girls bothered with swimsuits anymore. They were hardly worth shit since they covered so little but hey, I wasn’t going to be the dumb ass to complain. I loved skin as much as much as the next guy, but if I had to sit around and watch five basically naked, hot chicks run around my house or theirs for a couple of weeks, I would spend too much damn time with a permanent chub or a bad case of blue balls.
They each made a plate of snacks, grabbed water bottles, and headed out to the tables by the pool. I waited for the door to slam before I made a move to turn around in my kitchen. Journey was the last out, and she stopped and called my name. When I finally looked at her, she gave me a smile that had sincerity written all over it. She walked over to the counter beside me.
“Thank you so much, Gunner, for letting us take over your home like this. I never expected Lola to come up with such an awesome birthday present for me.” She leaned into me and whispered, “’Cause God knows she’s a lame ass when it comes to partying.” She leaned back and finished aloud with, “and without you, she wouldn’t have. I truly appreciate what you’re doing to make it special.” Before I could reply, she kissed my cheek, winked at me and was out the door. That smile alone would have been enough, but her expression of thanks made it all worthwhile for me. Then she topped it off with a flirty wink. That girl will give some poor guy a hell of a run for his money one day soon.
Lola walked in the kitchen about the time the door shut behind Journey. I looked at her and was disappointed that she had the foresight to put on a gauzy thing that floated around her beautiful body barely covering her hips. Seeing her dressed in a few triangles would have been all right with me.
I decided I had waited long enough to greet her properly, so I stepped over to her and wrapped her up in my arms for a close hug. I ended the hug, looked toward the closed door, then turned back, pulled her in tighter and kissed her. At first, it was only going to be a brief kiss to get me through until later but apparently Lola was having none of it. She slid her palm around the back of my neck and kept me close deepening the kiss and eventually running her nails up across my scalp and into the long strands of the hair on top of my head. I pulled back and slowly nipped at her plump lower lip and then ran my tongue over the seam. Her lips parted again, and she ran her tongue along the underside of mine.
What I envisioned doing was ripping the gauze off her luscious body and laying her across the island to fuck her brains out. In reality, all I did was backed her against it and kissed her until we were both starved for each other and more oxygen. I slid my hands inside the cover-up and over her smooth skin of her back and then down to her fine, barely covered ass. Bless the person who invented the bikini.
“I’m so glad we finally made it.” Lola found the breath to speak after the kiss ended.
“Yeah, me too. I didn’t think this day was ever going to get here.” I pulled her in tight, and she rested her cheek against my chest. My hands continued kneading her sweet ass cheeks, but she didn’t seem to mind.
The way I held her to me was exactly how I held her the last time I saw her. I was up against the bus, and she had her head on my chest. It felt like I had been waiting for this feeling since that morning in Paris, as though we were picking up right where we’d left off.
“I hope we didn’t make a mess of your recording schedule today and tomorrow. I promise to keep them out of your way as much as I can. I’ve got a lot of things planned for them to do if they start being a problem.” She snaked her arms around my middle and clasped her hands together behind me. I liked being that close to her and prayed we would spend a lot of the time in each other’s arms.
“This is nothing, Lola. I’m glad to spend the time with you. If they’re part of the package to have you, then I’m down with it.” I rocked her back and forth in my arms. “Hey, this reminds me of when we parted in Paris,” I whispered between kisses on her ear. I pulled back and looked her in the eyes. “Not that I don’t love your hair blonde but what happened to the dark hair, dark eyes and French accent?”
The door flew open before she responded and Lauren, I think, ran in. “We need some tunes going out there, and since we are in a rock god’s house, I know you have the means to provide.” If I were younger and watched this beauty eyeing me, I would be all over that. The smile she gave us lit up the room.
I looked down at Lola, and reluctantly let her go. “Yeah, there’s all kinds of music on my Pandora playlist. That iPad is devoted to it there.” I pointed to tablet iPad sitting on the desk by the door.
“Your house is fucking awesome, dude.” Lauren chose a playlist and then went back through the door but not before she turned and looked at us with that show-stopping smile. “Uh, carry on. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” The door slammed behind her.
“Uh, wasn’t expecting that from her.” I looked at Lola.
“What can I say? They know what they want and don’t hesitate to ask.”
“That’s good because I sure as hell don’t know what I’m doing with all of them here. Now having you alone is a different story.” I wiggled my eyebrows at her.
“Yeah, about that.” I was afraid she was going to tell me what’s up with the change, but instead, she asked, “Where did you plan for me to stay? I mean, I know you put me in that beautiful room, but I thought you had planned something of our own.” The look on her face told me exactly where her mind was.
“Well…I guess I forgot to mention your room and mine has an adjoining door, didn’t I?”
“Yes, you may have let that slip your mind when you took my things in that other bedroom.”
“Not a damn thing slipped my mind when it comes to you, my little cherry.”
“Cherry, don’t you mean chéri?” she pronounced the term of endearment with a perfect French accent when she turned her head and looked up at me.
“No, not here in Austin.” I kissed below her ear. “You’re the cherry on top.” I lightly nipped the same spot with my teeth. “The sweet first bite.” I ki
ssed my way down to the curve. “The topper to any great dessert.” I nibbled the section, trying hard not to leave a mark, yet. “The perfect red, plump, juicy cherry waiting to be devoured.” I bit on her collar bone, and she moaned.
“Damn, Gunner, just kiss me already.” She jumped into my arms and wrapped her legs around my middle. The tiny piece of material between her legs was already damp when her body hit skin just above my bathing suit. I pulled her in tighter and then lowered her down so I could slide her up and down the hardness now threatening to expose itself from the top of my suit. When she took over this action and began grinding herself on me, I knew we needed to move this scene to another location. I never minded some exhibitionism but not with little sister or friends around to throw open the fucking door any minute.
Never removing my mouth from hers, I walked us out of the kitchen and headed back upstairs. She figured out we were moving when she started biting down my neck and licking across the tats on my shoulder. I could have nutted right then when she bit down a little harder and sucked on my skin. Damn, I needed her.
I hadn’t been with a woman since coming home from the last tour. My heart wasn’t into fucking random women this time, though. It was more like going through the motions since I left Lola in Paris. I tried for Carter’s sake. I went out with him, and we shared a few, but I never felt satisfied afterward. I couldn’t let on while we were on the road because Carter would have picked up on my lack of enthusiasm immediately. But the truth was random fucks just didn’t do it for me after her, so when we got back home this last time, I had a check-up and got tested. I wanted to know I was clean before being with her again, and I planned to be with her again when we finished the tour.
I stopped before opening my bedroom door and looked down at her. “Are you sure, Lola?”
“Hell yeah, I’m sure. Aren’t you?” She looked at me with an incredulous look on her face.
“You don’t even need to ask, but I wanted to make sure you understood that once we step through this door, you are mine. I’ve been waiting to get back to you since I got home from the European tour, but with the girls here, are you going to be okay with this arrangement? I know you are taking them to the lake house tomorrow, but I hoped you would spend time here or me there, too.”
“They are big girls, Gunner. I seriously doubt any of them are virgins at this point. Besides that, I’m an adult and make my own decisions, and right now I choose you. I want you. Hell, I need you.” With that, she ground down on my hard cock and slid back up it while still wrapped around me.
I helped her with all the friction could, massaging her luscious plump ass cheeks, as I stepped through the door kicking it shut. Not waiting on the bed, I turned and pushed her back against the door. She pushed me back enough to grab the hem of the gauze and removed it. What passed for her bathing suit tied in all the right places, was easily removed with a few pulls to the strategic strings.
Before I turned us around and headed for the bed, her hands untied the string and pulled the Velcro open on my suit. Her petite hand snaked in and wrapped around my steel cock, and it caused me to let out a groan. God, it felt so good, so right, with her.
I laid back on the bed so that she straddled my lap, and she sat up enough to pull my swimsuit down, causing my erection to pop free.
“Oh, looks like you missed me as much as I missed you.” She encased the swollen flesh again with her hand and slowly glided up and down my rock hardness a few times. The feeling was phenomenal.
“I can’t take it anymore, cherry. It’s been too long. I need inside you now. I want to feel your tight, wet pussy around me.” I knew my voice sounded like I was growling at her, and maybe I was, but damn, I couldn’t stand waiting any longer.
“It’s going to be hard and rough, too. I have dreamed about fucking you since our last night together. I promise I’ll make it up to you next go around. I’ll take my time, and we’ll both savor every single stroke I make inside you but just give me this one, please.”
“What makes you think I haven’t been thinking about this too, Gunner? I don’t want soft and easy this time. I want to feel every single hard thrust.”
In one smooth roll, I had her under me, and the head of my cock prodded at her warm entrance. I teased her a few times by running him up and down her warm crease, combining my pre-cum with hers as I tried to think about anything but blowing my load right then. She felt perfect at that moment, and I was ready to slip into her tight opening, but I stopped long enough to get a condom and sat back to roll it on myself.
I looked down at her from where I was sitting between her legs. “You are so, damn, beautiful, Lola.” I moved over her body sliding the head around her slick entrance pushing in ever so slightly. “You ready, babe?” She nodded her head, and that’s all I need.
“Thank God.” I slammed into her in one smooth plunge and stopped. She cried out briefly, and I feared I had hurt her with my enthusiasm to feel her sheathed around me.
“You ok, ma chéri?” She closed her eyes and nodded her head.
The feeling was unbelievable. It was warm and wet like I knew she would be. What I wasn’t prepared for was how damn tight she held me inside her. My dick felt clamped in a vice, but shit, I loved it.
I didn’t move again until she had a second to adjust. If it felt this tight to me, I couldn’t imagine how it stretched her. “Are you sure, chéri?”
She ran her warm, smooth hands up my abs, causing them to flex with the light scrape of her nails. “I’m better than okay, now, Gunner.”
I sat back on my heels. I wanted to watch her gorgeous body respond to my every move. Her exquisite tits moved with each descent I made into my private slice of heaven. I grabbed her hips allowing me to hold on and pulled her to me while I pushed balls deep into her again and again. The feeling was beyond belief. It was rough, and I set an almost brutal pace, but it seemed like we were both needy. I knew I wouldn’t last too long with my sac already tightening up and the tingle that snaked down my spine. “Babe, grab those perfect nipples for me.” She rolled them between her fingers and pinched them while pulling and extending the hard pink flesh, and the punishing action was so, damn, hot as I watched her pleasure herself.
I moved my left hand to her bare lips and slid a finger inside to find her swollen nub waiting for my attention. I made slow circles around it while I continued to roll my hips pumping into her. My finger slid down to her opening and gathered some of the juice escaping her with each plunge. I dragged the sweetness up to her clit circling it again before I slightly squeezed it between my thumb and index finger and then gave it a light tap. That’s all it took. She arched off the bed, sat up, and wrapped around me, pulling me back down to the bed with her all while letting out a series of unintelligible sounds of pure pleasure.
I grabbed her hands from around my neck and put them on the headboard slats. “Hold on, chéri. Hold on tight.” I pulled her legs over my arms and wrapped my forearms around her creamy, white thighs, so I altered the angle and depth and began pumping into her with force. I couldn’t tell if she was using her hands to hold on or to push, but whatever it was, she added to the power of the thrusts. Damn, this girl sent my mind to a new place when it came to sex.
“Oh, God, chéri, it feels so fucking good. I can’t hold out any longer. It’s coming, babe.” My breathing was hard and labored with each word. She hadn’t come down completely from the orgasm before but transitioned into a harder one.
“Yes, babe. Keep milking it. Just like that. That’s it. Fuck, yes.”
Her sweet contractions around my cock from her extended orgasm pushed me over the edge, and I blew my load so hard I was afraid I shot a hole through the condom.
We both gasped for breath trying to come down from the high and the euphoria after the intense coupling. My body finally relaxed some as I leaned forward and kissed her nose then her lips softly before I rolled to the side and onto my back. We both could breathe finally, and I reached for her and pulled her
to my side. I needed some cooling off time, and I knew she probably did too after that.
I looked at her, finding a little smile on her kissed-swollen lips that said everything I thought. “That was fucking amazing,” I said on an exhale.
“I know there’s a reason why we waited this long to get back together, but right now I cannot imagine what that reason is,” she said just before her eyes closed.
I followed her into a deep sleep, the best I’d had in forever.
I woke up a little disoriented and with pain in parts that hadn’t ached in a long time, but it felt good. My entire body knew it had been thoroughly fucked. I hadn’t had sex that great or intense since our last time together. I believe I tried to measure every guy to the standard Gunner set, but it never happened.
The big, four-poster bed was a luxury at every turn, and I enjoyed sinking into the comfort it offered. From the floating material at the corners to the twelve hundred-count thread sheets, the decorator had spared no expense making it the perfect location for relaxing.
I wondered where he was after I stretched and rolled around between the sheets, and then it hit me, and I sat straight up. “Damn, I forgot about the girls.”
I jumped out of the bed, located my bathing suit and cover-up haphazardly thrown across the floor from door to bed and quickly put them back on. I opened the door slowly and peeked out into the hallway; thankfully I found it empty. The sound of laughter floated up from the downstairs area, so I made my way back down to find everyone seated on one side of the island staring at Gunner as he stood on the other side in just his swimsuit. He spied me standing there over the tops of their heads and gave me a beautiful smile. My heart melted on the spot. They all stopped talking when they figured out he wasn’t paying any attention to them.
