Keep Me

by Faith Andrews

  “Because they’re ours,” he said kissing my neck.

  I was confused. “Why didn’t you bring me here in the first place?”

  This time his lips formed a hot trail along my collarbone. “Because I wanted to feel you out first. We’re on the same page now, aren’t we?”

  I wasn’t sure if he was referring to what we talked about before—making this more than just a friendship—or was he talking about the sexual connection?

  The lights turned pink, sultry. The drums beat steady and soft. “Tessa, I brought you up here… fuck! I need to be inside you for this song.”

  If he wasn’t right about my panties before he was now. I couldn’t argue. The song was doing crazy things to my head and Marcus was doing crazy things to my body. “I’m not stopping you.”

  His hands grabbed chunks of my hair. “Do you know what you fucking do to me?” he growled.

  I didn’t answer with words—I arched my body into his and allowed the friction to talk for me. He pulled my face back to his with his hand at my neck. Our lips collided again, our tongues ravishing each other. He broke away to whisper the lyrics into my ear. The sweet words completely unraveled me.

  I pushed him down on one of the chairs and straddled him, unbuttoning his pants. His fingers fumbled with my zipper and I became impatient with his delicate motions. I turned the frustration into humor: “I really wish I would have worn that dress now.”

  He let out a hearty laugh, and popped my jeans open. Unable to wait any longer, I shimmied them down and returned to his lap. I reached into his pants and squeezed his cock, smoothing my hand over its length. “Shit! Tessa, this is so fucking hot.”

  “Oh, come on.” I said as I watched his eyes watching my hand. “You mean to tell me you’ve never done this before.”

  His breath hitched as I tunneled deeper and cupped his balls with one hand, tightening my grip around him with the other. “Never. First concert fuck.”

  I squeezed harder and he winced. “First date sounds better than first concert fuck. Let’s stick with that.”

  “I knew you’d cave, pretty girl. Now, let me make this date worth your while, huh?”

  The song was almost over and he’d yet to fulfill his fantasy of being inside me during it. I was eager to make it happen. “Marcus, just shut up and fuck me already.”

  Holy shit, I might blow a load just from hearing her say that.

  I sat up, adjusting myself to guide her over me, but she grabbed my hands to stop me. “What—what are you doing?”

  “On second thought, I have a better idea.”

  What could be better than spreading her legs and sliding in and out of her wet…?

  Oh, that.

  Tessa drifted down between my legs, stroking me, compelling me to grip the arms of the chair. “Tessa, are you sure?” When have I ever asked a girl on her knees if she was sure?

  “Shhh… I want you. Like this.” She tilted her head and held me in her hand and then peeked her tongue out to lick my shaft from base to head. Her eyes never left mine—watching me take in the pleasure she was giving. So fucking hot. My hips jerked forward involuntarily and she took that as a prompt to take me inside her mouth. I hissed as she encased all of me, feeling the back of her throat, losing my mind with every inch she sucked me deeper.

  “Holy shit, Tessa. Oh my God.”

  Her head bobbed between my legs and between her sucking me off, the flashing motion of the lights, and the throbbing beat of the bass I was completely lightheaded and almost ready to erupt. Too soon.

  “Baby, please,” I begged.

  “More?” she said, kissing the tip of my cock.

  “Yes… No. Not like this. Please. Up here.” My finger curled, beckoning her.

  She lifted her head, turned away, and used her fingers to smooth her hair back in place. I sensed that maybe she was embarrassed I made her stop. I started to explain that I didn’t want to finish in her mouth. “That was…”

  “Delicious. Now let me finish.” Anything but embarrassed, she climbed back on top of me, her legs spread over my thighs. She moved her panties to the side and wasted no time sliding down on top of me. The moan that escaped her lips was almost musical.

  I replied with a throaty groan and dug my fingers into her ass, pushing her against me, driving deeper into her. She bent down to whisper in my ear, fisting short tufts of my hair. “Make me come to this song.”

  What the hell got into her tonight? Was it the beer? Was she finally loosening up? Was it me? This side of Tessa was almost too much to take—but I could.

  “Pretty girl, you like control, huh?”

  “I like you, Marcus. I like how good you make me feel. How good this makes me feel.” She threw her head back and rode me with force, her body thrusting against mine, my cock buried deep in her dampness.

  “You are so damn wet and tight. It’s like a fucking dream.”

  Her walls clenched around me tighter as if on command and she brought her face to mine so we were nose to nose. “You do this to me. Only you. I’ve never… I…” Her breathing became erratic, her moans only muffled by the band. “I’m gonna come. Oh my god. Yes. Yes. Yes… Marcus!”

  The writhing, the moaning, the music, the passion… “Fuck!” Together our bodies convulsed, our heartbeats quickened, and I spilled out into her with a gushing force.

  She rested her head against my shoulder, our bodies still connected, melting into the serenity of the ballad playing below. I tangled my hands in her now-messy hair, and whispered in her ear, “You. Are. Addicting.”

  She sat up, smiling, then looked over her shoulder to the stage. “You know, I really wanted to see this concert.”

  Kissing her top lip, then her bottom, I held her face in my hands and backed away to look into her beautiful, sapphire eyes. “Wasn’t it better to feel it instead?”

  Yup. Feeling it was much better. In fact, Tessa and I felt that whole entire concert. I didn’t think either of us would be able to walk out of there without looking funny.

  “I’m so drunk, Marcus,” she said as she stood, a little wobbly.

  I jumped up to steady her in case she fell. “Really? You stopped drinking when we started…”

  She laughed, looking around and taking the atmosphere in. “No, silly. I don’t mean from the beers. I’m drunk off this night. It was all so… intoxicating.”

  I knew the feeling. It was hard to put into words, but she just summed it up almost perfectly. “I don’t want it to end,” I admitted.

  She looked at the watch on her wrist again and then back at me. I hated her putting a time limit on things. “So don’t let it. Please. Where can we go next?”

  “You’re not exhausted?” Not that I was, but we just fucked the length of almost two albums. Okay, I was a little spent.

  Her eyes lit up with an idea. She was so adorable when she was this carefree. “Can you take the boat out in the dark?”

  Now, that was an idea. “Yes, but we’ll have to be really quiet not to wake Mommy Dearest and the sleeping prince.”

  “Oh, come on. Live a little.” She kissed the tip of my nose, and it was endearing. I’d never been kissed there before.

  “I’ve created a monster, haven’t I?” I clutched her hand and weaved my fingers with hers. It felt so natural.

  “Complaining, are we?”

  “Not one fucking bit. I love this side of you.” I ignored the twinge that zinged in my gut when I said the word love. Earlier, when she described something about me that made her happy she used the word like. I hoped I didn’t just say something that would wipe away how far we’d come tonight.

  “The wild side? Yeah, she should come out to play more often.”

  We maneuvered through the crowd, eventually finding our way to the parking lot. “Well, yes, that tiger inside you definitely needs to pounce more often, but I’m not talking about your wild side. I’m talking about the carefree, let-loose, don’t-worry-about-the-consequences side of you.”

  A
shy smile formed on her lips and her cheeks blushed a little. “I really thought that girl was gone for good.”

  We reached the car and I spun her around so her back was against the door and she was caged between my arms. “This spark inside you should’ve never burnt out. I’m sorry he took that from you, but can’t you let me get it back?” This was the second time, on my first date, that I was asking for more. I hoped that after the dizzying passion we experienced together maybe her heart was ready to take a gamble on a dark horse.

  But instead of answering me, she kissed me. Her tongue seemed hungry for more of the magic we created together, deflecting my plea. I sunk into her distraction, but couldn’t ignore the unexpected burn of another rejection festering inside.

  The car ride home was filled with laughing and singing. Our voices would be hoarse tomorrow from the way we were belting out the lyrics over the volume of the radio. With the windows down and the wind spiraling her hair, I could barely take my eyes off her beauty. How could anyone hurt someone so perfect? I wanted to hunt that bastard down for scarring her the way he did—both inside and out.

  As I pulled up the driveway to the house, I turned off the headlights and inched in slowly. I prayed that the crunching gravel beneath the tires didn’t give us away. I don’t want it to end. The only illumination from the whole house came from the porch light outside. Everything else seemed quiet and still; no sign of a clock-watching sister or a late-night bottle-feeding Luca. Coast was clear.

  “Not a creature was stirring…” she whispered as we tiptoed to the dock. She removed her shoes; the soft padding of her feet against the wood planks was audible to no one but me and her. “Marcus, I really have to pee.” She danced.

  I laughed at her squirming to hold it in. “Five more seconds. You can do it on the boat.”

  “I’m not peeing in front of you!” she whined.

  “You’ll come in front of me, but you won’t pee in front of me?”

  She tsked, tilting her head. “Not the same thing. Seriously. Where am I gonna pee?”

  Untying the boat from its anchor, I held my hand out to guide her up the step. “I won’t look. There’s a cup on there somewhere. I had a feeling we’d wind up back here so I tucked away some wine and a few plastic glasses.” I told you I had a plan.

  “Shit, you really do think of everything! Pee cup and all.”

  “Pee cup and all. Now hop aboard and hold still ‘til I get us out on the lake without causing a ruckus.”

  She sat down in the bench across from the driver’s seat, her leg shaking up and down. The bobbing subsided when she tilted her head deviously and asked, “Can we make a ruckus once we’re a little further out? And after I pee?”

  “Now you’re talking, pretty girl. Can’t wait to get you naked under the stars.”

  Even in the darkness, I could see her eyes dance with a blazing desire. “Then go faster,” she urged me.

  No witty reply could top that, so I just did as she said, steering the boat away from the dock and out onto the placid water. The quiet hum of the motor and lapping of the lake against the boat were the only things taking up the massive space that blanketed us in starlight, until her soft voice broke my serene thoughts and brought me back to all amped up. “How did we get here, Marcus? I mean, this is purely insane, don’t you think?”

  I knew what she meant, but I wasn’t playing into her hand. “You asked me to take the boat out. The lake is beautiful at night. Nothing insane about it.”

  “You know what I mean. This… us… it’s so…”

  “Fucking awesome. That’s the only way to describe it, so don’t mess it up with all your insecurities and worries. In the moment, that’s where I want to be.”

  She laughed, her hair swirling in the warm wind. She combed her fingers through it, smoothing it off her face. “Back then, if someone would have told me the two of us would be involved—I would’ve cracked the hell up.”

  I veered the boat to the right. I knew of a spot where we could be secluded—just us and the lake. “Is it that hard to believe? That far-fetched? I always had a thing for you, Tess. You should know how many times I thought of you, all alone in my room, late at night, in my bed, using my—”

  “Nuff said. I get the picture. But you have to understand that I didn’t see you that way back then. You were a kid, a boy—a hilarious, adorable boy. Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to believe you’ve turned out this way.”

  Now I was curious. What did she really think of me? “Turned out how… all hot and irresistible?”

  “No. I mean, yes… you look incredible, but… the modeling gig, the tattoos, the women? How did you change so much?”

  I never thought of it that way, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. “People change, Tess. I couldn’t stay young and innocent forever. I just did what came naturally to me—the acting, the music, the underwear, all of it. You know I always liked to entertain. And the women… that just happened. There’s no science to it and it wasn’t intentional. Looking back, I could’ve been a bit… tamer, but I never wanted the things Riley wants… to be tied down, to stop having fun. That would mean I’d really have to grow up and I wasn’t ready for that.”

  She took it all in and then asked, “Wasn’t? As in, past tense? You’re only twenty-four, Marcus. Why would you want all those things now?”

  Time for a rebuttal. “Why did you want all those things at twenty-four? What makes you different?”

  She raised her finger, squirming. “Hold that thought and don’t look.”

  I laughed, understanding her discomfort. “Fine, I won’t look.” I crossed my heart and turned my head as she grabbed one of the cups I told her about.

  When she came back she let out a sigh of relief. “Ahhh, now I can think. Where were we?”

  I continued our conversation, starting where we left off. “You were telling me why a gorgeous girl like you would settle down with the first dickwad who asked.”

  She smiled, but it wasn’t a fond memory that made her lips turn up. After settling back in her seat, she became serious. “I was stupid and naïve and look where it got me. Don’t make my mistakes, don’t let the fun we have together trick you into believing it will be all fun all the time. It can’t be. I have a kid, a past that haunts me—you want that? Because being with me means being tied down and I can’t bear to bring you down.”

  This wasn’t what our boat ride was supposed to be about and I wanted to change the tone of this somber conversation now before the whole mood was gone. But she needed to know. “I’m gonna say this and then we’re dropping all this heavy talk, got it?”

  “Got it.” She nodded. At least we were on the same page.

  I stopped the boat, because I wanted to be near her when I said this. Maybe the words would come out as something a smooth-talker would say, but I wanted her to see and feel and know that I meant them. I sat next to her on the bench, and took her hands in mine. Marcus, when the hell did you get so serious, dude? Since she walked back into your life, that’s when. I ignored my inner thoughts and just came out with it. “You make me see things differently—like I’m missing out on something.” I laughed, scratching my head. It was all so clear now. “How ironic is it that all these years I thought I was living it up? This… me and you… this is living. I can do without the partying, the clubs, the random girls… because you make me want the norm.”

  Her eyes glistened in the moonlight—yes, I was noticing cheesy-ass things like that. But when I looked deeper I saw the uneasiness she felt. “Marcus, I like that you’re not the norm. Why would you want to change that for me?”

  “Why does it matter? Why can’t it just be?”

  “Because it’s bound to end in disaster.”

  I couldn’t tell her it wouldn’t. Maybe it would for all I knew, but we’d be crazy not to try. Wasn’t that what life was all about… taking risks?

  Instead of answering her with promises I couldn’t keep, I leaned in to kiss her. I wanted to shut her up
… her thoughts especially. And she didn’t object. In fact, she fell right into the familiar rhythm we were starting to get used to. The boat rocked a little as she climbed onto my lap with her legs spread on either side of me. Her hands crept their way up my arms, over my neck, and then found a resting spot tangled in my hair. I loved the way I felt as if she was claiming me when she did that. I really wanted to belong to her, as much as I wanted her to belong to me.

  “I just can’t seem to get enough of you. God, it’s crazy.” The words slipped out of her mouth, our lips still touching. She pressed her forehead to mine and her hands cupped my face. “Marcus, I…”

  I had to stop her from talking, from over thinking, from ruining the moment. I brought my thumb up to silence her, grazing her moist lips, “Shh, baby. You make me crazy, too. Let’s be crazy together.”

  Her tongue darted out over my finger and she nibbled the tender flesh, before taking it into her mouth and sucking. My dick twitched against her as I remembered how it felt to be inside her mouth at the concert. God, she was hot when she let herself go—so uninhibited whenever we were tangled together like this. I had to make her that way every time she was around me, not just when the heated emotions of sex were responsible.

  But I would take this… for now.

  Clutching her tiny waist in my grip, I lifted her off me and laid her down on the bench. The skin on her arms was covered in goosebumps and I worried that she was cold. “Want a blanket, pretty girl?”

  “Uh uh,” she shook her head with a content smile, her chest heaving. Her skin was reacting to me. I was responsible for her body’s reactions—fucking turn on.

  I hovered over her, my hands brushing the soft skin of her belly as I undid the button of her pants. Pulling them open and then down over her ass, I took in the site of her black lace panties and my mouth watered. From head to toe—the way she wrapped herself like a delicious present—she was fucking breathtaking. Her hips arched off the bench when my fingers skimmed the inside of her thighs. My exploits were slow and torturous—totally intentional. I cupped my hand over her pussy and could feel how wet she was under the skimpy lace. With my palm over her flesh, my thumb traced an unhurried trail down her opening.