by Lane Hart
“Would you have been?” I ask, when I grab her hand that’s smacking me and start sliding it lower, down my stomach slowly, until she’s covering my swelling cock.
“Yes,” she replies softly, as she gives my shaft a squeeze that makes it even bigger.
“Is Ben really doing better?” I ask. He is my friend, even if I’m tired of hearing him snore every damn night.
“Yes,” she says.
“Good,” I say before I reach for the back of her neck and slam my lips over hers. It’s a rough, brutal kiss with probably too much tongue, I’m sure, but how else am I supposed to kiss her when she’s made me wait so fucking long?
Tessa moans into my mouth, then she starts kissing me back, while her hand keeps stroking my cock through the soft cotton. It feels good, but I need more. I want her hand on my flesh. Or even better, her pretty little red mouth that’s sucking on my tongue like she wants the same thing.
Batting her hand away, I shove my boxer briefs down my legs and reach for her shoulder. When I give her a push, I ask her, “Will you get on your knees and make me feel better?”
“That’s not the treatment Ben received,” she replies before she finally gives in and kneels before me, then wraps her small, delicate hand around my hard shaft. “But I don’t mind trying to apologize using some oral therapy on you.”
“Trying?” I ask, even if it’s becoming incredibly difficult to think with all the blood in my brain rushing south to the place Tessa’s holding in a tight grip.
“Yeah, I’ll try to fit all of you in my mouth,” she says as she looks up at me with a smirk. “I can’t make any promises.”
“Oh, we can make it fit, baby,” I assure her.
Grabbing a fistful of her long, blonde hair that’s still perfectly styled, I bring it forward to my cock, loving that I’m the one who’s messing it up. “Open wide,” I order.
Tessa does as she’s told, but it’s not enough to take all of me. “Wider, baby doll.”
She tries again, and this time I’m able to push the tip of my dick past her lips. Her tongue slips over it, and my knees nearly give out.
“That’s it,” I tell her, pulling her head back and then forward again to take a little more of me the next time. I keep it up until she’s got at least half of my cock down her throat. Knowing she probably can’t take anymore, I don’t go any farther. Hell, what she can take in her mouth is fucking incredible. One of her soft hands cups my balls, rolling them around and making my eyes cross.
“God, Tessa.” I groan as I grit my teeth to try and hold off coming just yet. It’s impossible though, when she starts sucking me harder and faster, the sloppy wet noises fucking indecent as hell. “I wanna come inside you,” I tell her. She hums and nods but doesn’t stop before I feel the first pulse of my release spraying her tongue.
“Fuck!” I shout, as my entire body jerks from the force of the pleasure shooting down my spine and tightening my balls.
Once I can speak the English language again, I say, “Damn, woman. Why didn’t you stop?”
“I wanted to taste you,” she states, as she looks up at me with her tongue still licking up the spilled seed that’s left on my shaft. “You can come inside of me the next time.”
“Give me about ten minutes,” I reply.
“I think I can wait that long.”
“Good, because that’s how long it’ll take for me to get you naked and have your pussy dripping on my tongue.”
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Tessa
I’m not the type of girl who goes around giving men I barely know blowjobs, but there was something about the look on Davis’s face when he opened the door, showing me the disappointment and pain that I had caused when I couldn’t come over. I wanted to make it disappear.
And then when he told me that he had company? My heart dropped in my chest. I hadn’t even thought about him being with someone else before he said that, and it hurt. We only just kissed the other day, out of the blue. It was unexpected, and we never talked about what the two of us are doing, but maybe we should so that neither of us gets surprised.
“What are you thinking about?” Davis grumbles before he grabs my chin between his finger and thumb to make me look up at him from where I’m still kneeling in front of his huge, naked, beautifully tattooed body.
“I’m just trying to figure out what you and I are doing,” I tell him.
“We’re about to fuck,” he says, as if it’s that simple. And I guess it is to him. He’s a man, and they can be inside a woman and it not mean anything to them at all, except for making them feel good. I learned that lesson when I was fifteen, from the first summer I traveled to gigs with my father and his band. He warned me that men don’t ever really want more, so I shouldn’t take sex too seriously; that it just feels good, and all I needed to worry about was not getting knocked up like he did to my mom. When I was sixteen, I got the IUD to make sure that didn’t happen for ten years, and haven’t ever had any serious relationships. I have protected sex with men and then we both go our separate ways. That’s how it works, right?
“So, we’re just fooling around?” I ask Davis. “And I don’t mean at just this moment.”
“Yeah, fucking, fooling around. Whatever you want to call it,” he agrees. “I’d rather be doing it than talking about it, though.”
“Sorry,” I reply. “I wasn’t sure.” When Davis holds out a hand, I take it and let him pull me to my feet. “Are we gonna fool around for days? Or weeks? Or just right now?”
“How about you show up when you want to fuck me?” he asks.
“Yeah, that sounds simple enough.” I agree with him, since I know better than to expect more than sex from any man, but especially a member of one of the rock bands that I’m handling. “But I can’t come every day,” I warn, so that I won’t have to see that disappointed look on his face again. I thought he missed me, but I guess he just missed the chance to sleep with me. “There’s a lot of work that needs to be done for the band, and I don’t want the guys to know about this, okay?” I ask, when I look way up into his hazel eyes.
“I won’t say shit to them about it,” he assures me.
“Good, thanks.”
Being with Davis once in a while will be a great escape from the pressures of my job and the band’s future success. And I’m determined to make them successful. Which means that in a few months, they’ll be back on the road, sleeping with groupies, and I’ll be back in the office, working at a desk.
Things between Davis and I need to stay simple, uncomplicated, and fun.
Speaking of which, before I know what’s happening, big hands on my hips pin my back against the living room wall. One quick jerk upward and my shirt is over my head, then I’m being spun around so that he can unclasp my bra and lower it down my arms.
“Hands on the wall,” Davis informs me as both of his giant hands come around to cup each of my breasts, squeezing and weighing them. I’d love to say I’m more than a handful, but in his, I’m only about half a handful. One of his palms stays on my breast while the other lowers to undo the front of my jeans, then tugs them and my panties down with one hard yank. He helps me get my shoes and clothes off, running his large hands up my legs until they can’t go any further. The tip of one of his fingers against my entrance feels as big as at least one of my previous lovers’ cocks. “Tell me if I hurt you,” he says from behind me. “You’re a small woman, and I’m a big man.”
A puff of nervous laughter comes out, since big is an understatement for how to describe the club he’s swinging between his legs. It was all I could do to get my mouth completely around his girth. There’s no way I could ever manage to put his entire length down my throat.
I’m unable to form the words to speak and tell him not to worry about that before his lips move down my spine to my bottom, and then… “Oh, my God!”
Both of his hands grip my hips to tug them back so that my ass sticks out, making it easier for him to bury his face in my most private place.
The tip of his tongue grazes my clit, and I almost come.
“Yes! Right there!” I encourage, so swollen and needy after sucking his cock that it won’t take much pressure on my button to set me off. I’ve never really been a fan of giving blowjobs, always considering it to be more of a necessary chore than something arousing for myself. Maybe that’s because I’ve never seen one as large and impressive as Davis’s. Just holding his cock in my hand made my mouth water wanting a taste, even though I knew it wouldn’t be an easy undertaking. Hearing the sounds he made when I did something he enjoyed, the way he jerked roughly on my hair, it all turned me on more than I’ve ever been before on my knees.
Out of nowhere, I happen to think about the girl who was between Ford’s legs that first night. I didn’t get to see what he was packing, but she looked pretty proud of herself when she finished. Did she feel the same enthusiasm about pleasuring him as I did for Davis?
“Ohhhh, God!” I cry out when Davis’s thick, blunt finger plunges inside of me while his tongue continues to dance over my clit in the best rhythm ever. My forehead presses into the wall when my knees threaten to collapse, but with as tight a grip as Davis has on one of my thighs, I’m pretty sure he’s strong enough to keep holding me up.
The pressure in my lower belly coils and heats up a little more with each pump of his finger—or fingers, now—and brush of his tongue on my flesh until I can’t take another second.
“Oh, God. Oh, God! Ah! Davis! Yessss!” I scream as my orgasm bursts from me in tidal waves that start with a trembling in my knees and works its way all the way up to the tingling of my scalp. “Yes,” I murmur again as the tension in my limbs is released and I feel like I could float away.
My little mini orgasm from a few days ago, when we kissed, was nothing compared to the nine-point-oh magnitude earthquake I just experienced.
“Can I fuck you now?” Davis asks from above me, and I don’t remember when he stood up.
“Yes,” I tell him on an exhale. Hell, I would let him do anything he wanted to me right now.
“I don’t have any condoms,” he warns me as he rubs the tip of his cock against my wet slit.
“Fuck,” I mutter as my head drops back onto the wall and my high starts to wind down with that dose of reality bursting my bubble. “Do you ever use them?”
“Always,” he assures me. “But I don’t have any here.”
“Okay then,” I reply over my shoulder, my desperate need overriding common sense. “I’m on birth control, so let’s do it without this time, but I’m buying some for next…AHHHH!” I don’t get to finish my sentence before he thrusts into me, stretching me in ways I’ve never felt before. Thankfully, I’m good and ready for him, so he slides in easily. It’s just, I’m so…full.
“Damn, you’re tight…and hot…and so wet…your sweetness is dripping down my shaft,” Davis informs me. “Can you take more of me?”
“There’s more?” I exclaim in disbelief, causing him to chuckle before he shows me how much more. So much that I’m on my toes with my fingernails digging in the wall, trying to take him.
“Push back on my cock when you’re ready,” he whispers in my ear and then swirls his tongue inside, making me gush between my legs as I remember his tongue down here. I try to move but it’s just too much. It’s impossible.
“Let…let me turn around,” I suggest.
Davis pulls all the way out, leaving me emptier than I’ve ever been before in my life, then he spins me around to face him. When I stand on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck, he gets where I’m going with this and grabs my ass cheeks to heft me up his body in one swift move, pressing my shoulder blades to the wall. Just feeling the head of his cock nudging at my opening has me squirming, so close to coming again. Using his shoulders for support, I hold myself up and then lower my hips down on his shaft. In this position, I’m able to handle most of his length.
“Ugh!” I cry out and grit my teeth when he hits the dead end.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks.
“No,” I say, and then amend the statement. “A little…but in a good way. It’s gonna take me…a minute…to get used to…all of you.”
The next second, we’re moving through the cabin and then Davis is lying back on the bed with me on top of him, our bodies still connected. “There,” he says. “Ride me as much or as little as you need.”
Looking content to give me control, his hands come up to squeeze both of my breasts. He lifts his head to suck one of my nipples into his mouth.
I moan at the sensation, which makes me relax a little more between my legs.
“Keep going,” I tell him as I flatten my palms on his chest to press my hips down on him.
Before long, I’m even able to ride him slowly up and down, up and down like the most erotic seesaw ever.
When my eyes drift closed to focus, chasing that rainbow that I can see on the horizon, he asks, “That feel good?”
“So good,” I gasp, while I keep moving. “So good, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…I’m…ugh…ugh…ohhh yes!”
I ride more of those wonderful waves that are so intense they’re almost painful before I’m flipped to my back.
Davis’s much larger, heavier body pounds me into the mattress, his hips pumping so hard and fast all I can do is dig my fingernails into his back and hold on tight. My body trembles once again with a release before Davis growls as if in agony, and then I feel the hot flood of his release inside of me.
His hips roll a few more times, pressing deeper as if to milk the last drops from his cock before he finally rolls off me and lies flat on his back next to me on the mattress. His big, tattooed barrel chest heaves up and down like rolling mountains.
“I’ve never…felt…wow,” he grumbles between panting breaths.
“Same,” I agree, understanding the sentiment he was trying to express. I think. Turning to face him, I run my fingernails through the hair on his stomach and chest, so well sated and happy that I’m probably glowing. I can’t remember the last time a man gave me one orgasm, much less three.
My sweaty skin is just beginning to cool when Davis gets up from the bed and says, “I’m going for a run. See you in a few days, I guess.”
And just like that, the giant naked man who just blew my mind several times is gone.
Lying flat on my back, I look up at the rows of logs running along the ceiling and quickly blink my eyes to try and prevent the tears from escaping.
What did I expect from Davis, other than sex? That he would spoon with me? Or we’d fall asleep wrapped around each other?
It was sex. Great sex, but that’s all he wants and all I should ever expect. If I get all stupid and emotional now, then I’ll miss out on more hot moments with him before the band heads back out on their tour bus.
Pushing the ridiculous, girly need for cuddling aside, I clean up and get dressed to head back to the house and check on Ben.
Yes, I already feel better thinking about how I can help him. I like being needed. It would be great if I were wanted, but I’ll take what I can for now.
Thinking about how Ben and Ford need me to keep them away from their vices reminds me that I haven’t heard from Clarke since we got into town. I bet he could use a day out to try and relieve some of his stress, and I have an idea how to do that for him. Helping him will give me something to do besides think about coming back to see Davis right away until I can get a better grip on my heart. I’m already getting attached to the big guy, which is a mistake. What is it about sex for women that makes us start having feelings for the man, and yet they rarely, if ever, feel the same about us?
Chapter Fourteen
Clarke
When Tessa called and asked if she could steal me away from my family for a few hours, I didn’t hesitate in telling her hell yes, and immediately sent her the address for her to come and save me.
I love my parents and my little sister, who’s grown up and graduated high school while I’ve been gone. It’s been grea
t to catch up with them but sitting in my childhood home, day after day, is making me even more anxious than I was traveling to a new city every few days.
The boredom also gives me too much time to think and worry. At least on the bus, the guys were loud, and we were constantly moving so I couldn’t get lost in my own head. Now, since I’ve been home, that’s pretty much all I do.
How the hell are we gonna get at least a dozen or so songs written and recorded in seven months? I don’t know how it’s possible, which means I’m counting on Tessa to have some ideas when she picks me up this afternoon.
I can’t help myself from looking out the window every time I hear a car come down the street. That’s how excited I am to see her again.
Finally, a little red four-door sedan pulls up slowly in front of our yard.
“Be back later!” I call out to my mom, who is doing laundry in the back of the house.
“Okay, love you!” she replies.
“Love you too!” I tell her before I head out the door and start down the sidewalk. Tessa is just getting out of the car when I reach the passenger door.
“Oh, hi,” she says with a warm, dazzling smile that I didn’t even realize I had missed this week until I saw it again. God she’s beautiful, and not only that, she radiates this warmth for other people, making me think that she would save the whole world if she could.
“Thanks for picking me up,” I tell her over the top of the car. Smacking the top, I ask, “Rental?”
“Yeah, the label finally hooked me up,” she says.
“Great. Let’s go,” I reply, before climbing in and shutting the door.
“Why the hurry?” Tessa asks when she sits down in the driver’s seat and we put on our seatbelts. “You don’t even know where we’re going. It could be someplace brutal for like…a bikini wax, or acupuncture.”
