A Valentine Duet

by Summer Graystone

  Engorged and dark, the mushroomed crest throbbed, a bead of warmth shimmering at the centered slit before he gripped the flesh and stroked his hand down it. She suddenly felt the urge to have him in her mouth, taste him, feel the bruising hardness of his shaft as it stroked in and out between her lips. She licked her lips and glanced up at him to catch him watching her with a sensual gaze. She saw it in his eyes that he knew her thoughts, knew she ached for him. He stroked the hard flesh again, his gaze narrowed on her and his eyes burning with lust. She let her fingers play against her stomach, where her hand had rested after he laid her on the mattress. She scraped her nails back and forth over the soft skin, her breath catching at the piercing pleasure that shuddered through her. This only happened with Tom. She couldn’t give herself this much pleasure, not without his touch as well. And she knew no other man could even come close.

  “So damned pretty,” he groaned, sending a flood of warmth washing through her. “I’ve never seen anything prettier than you, especially when you’re flushed with pleasure and aching for my touch.”

  How the hell was she supposed to hold on to any self-control, let alone any part of her soul when he said things like that?

  Then it didn’t matter. Tom reached out, his fingers touching hers, easing them aside; then he ran the tips over her stomach as she had done.

  And it was so good.

  So good and so hot, causing her to arch to him, to whimper for more. More of his touches, his kisses, whatever the hell he wanted to give her.

  Her hand fell from her stomach, her fingers clenching in the sheets beneath her as he ran just the tips of two fingers along the parting the bare folds of her sex. Finding the small triangle above her clit and brushing his fingers against the curls there, his diabolically knowing fingers also brushed the softest caress against her swollen clit.

  “So wet and ready for me,” he whispered, his head lowering to nip at her thigh. “And I can’t wait to taste the softest treat I’ve ever had between my lips.”

  And she couldn’t help but watch. She wanted to watch.

  Pushing her weight to her elbows and staring down her body, Elena watched as he delivered a gentle, light-as-air kiss to her swollen clit.

  And nearly made her come.

  Her hips jerked toward his mouth in response, desperate to hold him to her, to rush over the climactic cliff she could feel awaiting her.

  “Don’t tease me,” she whispered desperately.

  “Now why would I do that?” he questioned her with such patently false innocence that she knew he would do exactly that. “Why would I think of making you ache without giving you any release,” he taunted her.

  “You are punishing me for the last time, aren’t you?” she said, panting and catching his gaze as he looked at her through the thick, spiked lashes that nearly covered his eyes.

  “Hmm” was the only response she got before his head lowered again and his tongue swiped through the narrow slit of her pussy.

  Elena fell back, unable to support her weight any longer, even to watch what he was doing to her.

  Because it was so good.

  It was incredibly good.

  His tongue licked in one long stroke through the sensitive flesh, caressing nerve endings that had never been so sensitive, so responsive. Her knees lifted and bent, her feet pressing into the mattress as she thrust her hips to the tormenting lick of his tongue. It flicked through the parting her folds, probing at her tender clit, then moved to the saturated entrance of her pussy.

  Just when she thought he would impale the aching flesh with his tongue, he pulled back. Tormenting her, teasing her, he flicked a heated lick through the sensitive folds once again. Probing tastes led his tongue to the burning nub of her clit, and he caressed the swollen bundle with flicks that threatened to have her begging in far less than the aforementioned five minutes.

  Hell, forget begging, she would be crying. Screaming.

  “Ollie. Oh God, don’t tease me like this,” she moaned brokenly, her head twisting against the sheets as her hands gripped his hair, holding tight just in case he decided to move or to stop. Oh God, what would she do if he stopped? She didn’t think she would be able to bear it.

  Rather than answering, Tom let a low groan rumble from his throat and vibrate against her clit as she cried out again, her body straining to get closer to his teasing tongue.

  She couldn’t even close her legs or escape the deliberately taunting licks of his tongue. His hands were flat against her inner thighs, holding them apart, creating the space he needed to drive her crazy with his touch.

  Flashpoints of incredible pleasure reverberated through her pussy, traveled in quick zaps to her pussy with sensual little explosions that didn’t even come close to release.

  “Oh God, please,” she moaned as he licked down the narrow slit. The taunting licks and kisses moved to the clenched opening of her vagina again. There, he rubbed at it with the flat of his tongue until every cell in her body was poised in anticipation. She needed his tongue doing what it was supposed to do there. He was supposed to push it inside the painfully needy flesh and use it to stroke her to release.

  And he could, so easily.

  Pulsing, painfully clenched, her inner muscles throbbed with the need to be stroked, stretched, and fucked. She needed it until she felt poised on a pin edge of agonizing lust.

  But did he do anything to relieve it?

  Did he even try to ease the need burning through her?

  Oh, hell no.

  With his tongue still flattened between the plump folds, he licked back to her clit then surrounded the little bud with his lips and gave it deep, erotic kisses that almost—just almost—threw her over that edge.

  “Damn you!” she cried out as he eased back to lay several kisses along the slick, soaked folds.

  She couldn’t stand it.

  Panting, she strained to get closer to him, to convince him to give her just a second of what she needed. Just one hard licking thrust—his tongue surging inside the fluttering, gripping tissue.

  “Oh my God. Tom yes, oh my God—” Sensation exploded inside her, tossing her into a chaotic wave of incredible pleasure. Her hips tilted, lifted, desperate for the deepest touch possible. Just as quickly as he thrust inside her, his tongue retreated.

  A quick little thrust, the barest taste of her, and then he was gone.

  Completely.

  Her eyes opened quickly, staring down her body as his head lifted, his gaze catching hers.

  His lips were swollen, damp from her juices, and as she watched he licked them with sensual enjoyment. The gold in his gaze flared as though in response to the taste of her.

  “What are you trying to do to me?” she whispered. Her entire body was burning and all too aware of him as he lay between her thighs.

  “Making you feel,” he replied, before he lowered his head between her legs once more. The feel of Tom’s tongue pushing inside her, licking against the delicate walls of her pussy, sent desperate, aching surges of sensation racing through her. Elena swore she would die if she didn’t come. If he didn’t make the throbbing ache ease she was going to die.

  Reaching, lifting to him, a strangled cry tearing from her throat, she was certain, so certain she would fly straight into that abyss of rapture if he would just speed up the licking thrusts a little. Just a little—

  That body-clenching, flaming, complete-destruction-of-the-mind pleasure that she’d only found in Tom’s arms had to be within reach.

  It was right there.

  “Tom, please!” she gasped, fighting to twist in the grip he had on her hips, tortured, desperate to meet the chaos reaching out for her.

  And still, it remained just out of reach.

  Torturing her.

  Teasing her with that elusive promise of rapture. Hinting at the burning pleasure that was becoming more addictive to her than any drink or drug could ever be.

  Just as quickly as she was pushed to that brutal edge, his tongue retreate
d, his lips leaving the desperate ache between her thighs as he rose between them.

  One hand gripped his cock, his fingers guiding the heavy stalk of flesh as he hovered over her. She watched him grab the condom he had dropped on the stand beside her bed earlier, staring appreciatively as he fitted the rubber over his erection. Then he leaned over her and placed his hips between her thighs, his gaze locking on hers and Elena felt her breath catch. Scorching hot, throbbing, pulsing with demand, as the flared crest pressed against her opening. Tilting her hips to him, her gaze following Tom’s as it slid down the center of their bodies, she watched—

  Her breath caught, a whimper leaving her lips as the dark, flushed head began stretching her, parting the sensitive entrance as he began working it inside her.

  The swollen folds of her pussy flared out around it, cupping the very tip of his cock until it penetrated her. Slick, glistening with her juices, the snug flesh of her entrance began cupping the crest little by little as he worked it against her.

  Sensual flames ignited as she struggled to accept him, her sex tightening, clenching then releasing around the wide crest working its way into the suckling heat.

  Lifting her knees to grip his hips, Elena was unable to turn away from the sight of it. She could not help herself as she both felt and watched the steady impalement of her pussy. The blistering eroticism of the act amped her own arousal to a height she couldn’t have imagined reaching before.

  She wasn’t going to just fly into release when it came. When it came, she was going to explode into it.

  “Fuck yes,” he moaned, a dark, rough groan that caressed her senses as the head of his cock disappeared inside her greedy flesh.

  Where it was stopped by the heavy, flexing muscles inside her sensitive vagina.

  Not that Tom was about to let that actually stop him.

  The pleasure increased for both of them as she was forced to stop watching the penetration, her head falling back and a cry whispering past her lips.

  “Fuck me,” she moaned, her need for him obliterating everything, anything else. “Please, Tom. Hard. Fuck me hard. Now.”

  She wanted that bite of pain. She needed to feel it, as his cock slid inside her hard and fast.

  “Are you sure, baby?” His lips fell to her neck; he was unable to watch himself possess her for even another second but desperate to tease them both with the pleasure just a little longer. “Are you very sure this is what you want?”

  “Damn you, fuck me,” she cried out.

  His hips stilled, bunched.

  “Yes. Yes.” He was going to give it. She could feel him tensing, preparing to surge inside her.

  There was no way to prepare herself for the coming sensations. Pleasure. Pain. A fiery combination of both sensations so extreme she knew a part of her wouldn’t survive it.

  Blazing.

  The first, hard thrust buried him only inches inside her, not even half of the hardened length of his cock filling her. It struck a match to the already blazing wash of feelings and sent ecstatic pleasure careening through her body.

  Before she could process one sensation, he retreated then returned, amplifying it, throwing her so hard, so fast into another level of sensation that she couldn’t even process the full scope of how each felt.

  They clashed together in burning, surging waves of pleasure so extreme that pleasure and pain merged.

  Stretching, agony and ecstasy, burning heat and a heavy, erotic stroke that almost eased it, then suddenly made each sensation glow brighter, erupt with greater intensity than any other time he’d touched her.

  Her hips writhed beneath each heavy thrust, her breath rasping in her throat as she gasped, whimpered, and couldn’t find the breath to cry out.

  All she could do was hold on to Tom and pray she lived through the ride.

  Coming over her fully, he let one hand grip her thigh, his elbow braced at her shoulder, as his powerful knees spread her thighs wide. His knees dug into the bed, his muscular hips powering every fierce penetration of his body into hers and pushing her closer to an edge she was already poised to race over.

  Closer.

  Each hard stroke of his cock shafting to the depths of her pussy dragged an agonized cry from her lips. Pleasure screamed through her. Each penetration ratcheted sexual tension deeper, higher, until every cell was at peak reception, peak sensitivity.

  “Please, please—” She was crying the word, barely aware of it slipping past her lips as a chant, a plea, the only way she had of begging for release.

  “God yes,” he groaned, his breathing rough and heavy as his lips parted at her neck, spreading kisses over the sensitive flesh there.

  “So fucking good. So fucking good and so fucking tight. And so fucking—ah God, Elena. Baby—”

  His lips reached the uplifted curve of her breast, the brutally tight tip of her nipple—

  Covering the hard peak and sucking it into the heat of his mouth, he set off a chain reaction inside her body that destroyed her.

  The lightning stroke of sensation began at her nipple, struck with brutal pleasure to her tightening pussy, then the painfully swollen bud of her clit.

  Each strike of agonizing pleasure sparked a reaction until that chaotic abyss she’d been reaching for so desperately finally enveloped her.

  Sensation shot from her sex through the rest of her body. It exploded and surged through her like a tidal wave.

  Ecstasy tore through her system at the impact.

  Complete. Perfect. Pleasure.

  Rapture.

  Her eyes flew open. Her gaze caught with his, locked, widened, and felt that rapture detonate as two hard, deep thrusts buried Tom to the hilt inside the tightening flesh, the milking, fluttering waves of her release triggering his own.

  With a groan, they both fell to the bed, Elena’s hands slowly scoring his back as she struggled to retain the senses she just lost in that climax. After a few seconds, as she found herself slowly drifting off to sleep, she felt him push himself up and cried out in protest, clutching at his chest.

  “Need to clean up here, babe,” he informed her, his voice thick and dark with satisfaction. She heard the sound of water in the bathroom connected to hers, then a few seconds later, the bed dipped and his arms curved around her stomach. Sighing in contentment, Elena fell asleep, the soft beat of the heart inside the chest resting against her back the most perfect of lullabies.

  Chapter 12

  Elena slowly blinked awake and rolled over to her side, disoriented. Then the events of the night before came crashing back and all of a sudden the empty space beside her felt much colder. She turned around, listening to hear Tom somewhere on the bus and instead saw a sheet of paper propped on the nightstand. She grabbed it, already guessing, and denying what she was sure would be its contents. Eyes on the first line, she began to read.

  You look so cute asleep, I didn’t want to wake you up. Had a nice time yesterday and you can’t begin to imagine how honored I am that we got to do that. Anyways, the repairs on my bus have been completed and I’ll be moving in today. Won’t be back in time before your flight, so wanted to say thank you for the wonderful experience of going on tour with you. I had a really great time Tom.

  Elena felt her heart break into two jagged pieces, her back falling to the bed as tears rolled down her face her heart splintering into pieces. The pain a continuous loop that had her shoving the sheets into her mouth to silence the keening wail that broke out from her throat. In that moment, she realized she finally had the irrefutable proof she had always sought out. A lonely heart was indeed better than a broken one.

  Chapter 13

  “That was a great show out there,” Addy commented as she walked behind Tom into his tour bus. Tom just grunted, walked towards his fridge and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels he had started on the day before. Foregoing a cup, he twisted the cap and lifted the bottle to his lips.

  “Whoa, what the hell is going on?” Addy asked, staring at the bottle in his hand.
“Are we having a problem here?”

  “No problem, Addy. Just leave me alone.”

  She planted her feet in front of him, crossing her hands and waiting until he was finally forced to look at her. “What do you want?”

  “Nothing,” she shrugged. “Elena landed safely back in New York.” She dropped that information, and saw the small tensing of his lips when he heard Elena’s name. “What the hell did you do, Tom?” she asked wearily, dropping onto the chair beside him.

  “I haven’t done anything, I swear.” He protested forcefully, almost as if he were trying to convince himself of something.

  “If I found out you hurt that poor girl, I’m walking out on you. And I mean that, Tom.” Addy pointed a finger at him.

  “You can stop protecting her, okay,” Tom muttered. “She is a big girl you know. She can take care of herself.”

  “Usually, yes. But when it comes to you, I don’t think she has the ability to see things clearly.”

  Tom sat up a bit, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. “What do you mean?”

  “I remember the first day she saw you, we were going into Gold Records offices to finalize talks on her deal. I mean, she was so good we didn’t have any problems with our demands. Do you remember flirting with her without knowing who she really was?”

  Tom nodded his head slowly, remembering that day quite clearly. “Yes, I do.”

  “Well, Elena was smitten, kind of. I mean it was not hard to do, the way she was smiling at you, blushing so hard and talking as if she needed to impress you or something. I knew you, knew your reputation so I hustled her out of there as fast as I could. Couldn’t have you making her another one of the many celebrities you slept with. We finished the meeting and were on our way to the car. Elena was trying to maneuver me into her getting to see you once again. Then she came outside and saw you helping this big chested blonde into your car. I’ve never seen her look so hurt. She hated you after that, hated you more when I came to work for you and I told myself that knowing the real you would have divested her of that silly crush. Now, I’m thinking I was wrong.” She looked at Tom and he got the sense that she was really angry at him. “I’m thinking that you two spent a couple of days together and you were so charming that you woke those feelings again. You got what you wanted and now, as usual, you want nothing to do with her. Tell me I’m wrong, Tom. Please tell me I am wrong.”