by Rye Hart
Why was he so damn sexy?
Without thinking, I unzipped my pants and slid my hand down in between my legs. I rubbed myself through the panties, wetness soaking through the thin material. I groaned lightly as I rubbed my clit.
I slipped my hand underneath the thin, cotton material and circled it, feeling a warmth growing inside of me.
“Yes,” I moaned quietly. I closed my eyes, picturing Drake naked, imagining what his body looked like underneath those jeans. I'm sure I wasn't the first woman to have such thoughts about him, and I wouldn't be the last, but damn it felt good to imagine him touching me.
I penetrated myself with a finger, just one. I'd never been with a man before, so I could only imagine what it would feel like to have a cock buried inside of me. In this case, Drake's cock. I knew he was well-endowed, would it hurt? I mean, if we were to hook up. Not that we would, but in my head, we'd already gotten undressed and were in his bed, him hovering above me, pressing into me.
I thrust two fingers inside of me, and I cried out. My body arched upward as I imagined Drake's cock thrusting into me instead.
“Oh God, yes,” I whimpered. “Drake, yes...”
I fingered myself, burying my fingers in deeper and deeper, faster and faster, picturing Drake's glistening body above mine, moving in perfect harmony. My toes curled as a wave of pleasure rushed over me, and I cried out, “Drake, yes!” over and over again as my head flailed on the pillow.
My eyes opened wide in the midst of my orgasm, pulling me from the fantasy almost too suddenly, as I saw a figure standing in the doorway, watching me.
I pulled my hand from my pants and sat up, my cheeks flushing red.
“Drake, I-- umm... I can explain...”
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked. His eyes burned with something, and I couldn't tell if he was turned on or angry with me. Neither one of them sounded like a good idea to me.
“I don't know what came over me, honestly,” I said. I buried my face in my hands, unable to even look at him. I prayed the Earth would open up and swallow me, but there was no getting around this one. Drake had caught me touching myself. Had he heard me calling his name? Hell yeah, that was obvious. I finally pulled my head from my hands and stared up at him.
His face glistened with sweat, his hair was sticking to his forehead. Probably from the performance, but the heat in the trailer didn't help matters any. He stared down at me with big, brown eyes and a look that would make most women drop their panties. So yeah, he was hot, I'm not denying that, and seeing him there, and being in such a confined space with him did things to my body that I couldn’t even describe. Standing up, I zipped up my pants and headed toward the door. Drake was standing in front of it, not budging.
Whiskey permeated the air, he smelled heavily of it. His words were slurring just a bit. He'd obviously had more to drink since I drove us here this morning. Shocker.
Drake's eyes washed over me, eating me up as if he was looking at me for the very first time. He moved forward, taking my head in his hands and kissing me before I realized what he was doing. His tongue pushed past my lips and into my mouth, and I tasted the liquor on him. His lips were warm and soft against mine, and I didn't pull back right away. I savored his lips for a moment before finally pushing him off me.
“Wait, no, I’ve never—” I trailed off.
“Fuck,” Drake said, his eyes growing wide at my near admission. He walked to the other side of the trailer giving me some space. He paced as best he could, running a hand through his hair. “I shouldn't have done that, Delia.”
“You're right, you shouldn't have,” I said. I stood tall and defiant, with my hands on my hips. I was not about to acknowledge that I kissed him back, even for a second. At least for now, it took the focus off what else had happened, my little awkward moment. My cheeks were still warm and red, but I managed to act composed somehow. Kudos to me. Maybe he was so drunk that he didn’t even realize that I’d done.
“I’m ready to go if you’re still driving. If not, I get it. I’ll catch a ride with Hank,” he said.
I nodded as I picked up my purse, making my way through the bus as he followed me. We walked back to my truck and got in, neither of us saying a word as I drove us back to his place. The car ride was completely silent, but this time it was awkward. It wasn’t angry like this morning, and it wasn’t tense like yesterday.
It was simply uncomfortable.
I pulled up into the driveway of his home, prepared to tell him I was leaving. I wasn’t planning on staying for the rest of the day.
“Umm. I think it’s best to call it a day.” I said.
“Not a problem. I’ll have Hank email you my itinerary,” Drake said. “You’re fine to go. I’ve only got a few more days before I’m back on the road, so spend your time packing.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. The man had just caught me pleasing myself at the thought of him, and he was acting as though nothing even happened. Maybe he really was too drunk to know what I’d done, although he seemed quite sober now in this very moment.
“I’ll keep an eye out for Hank’s email. In the meantime, if you need me, you can contact me through Hank.”
“I’ve got all your contact information,” he said.
“Then use it if you need it. Otherwise, I’ll see you in a few days.”
I watched as Drake slid from my truck. He picked up his guitar and made his way to the house as I watched his ass flex in his jeans. I drew a deep breath and shook my head, trying to get the feeling of his lips off my own.
My mother always told me a woman’s first kiss was her most memorable.
As I stared at Drake’s ass one last time before he disappeared into his home, I knew she was right.
CHAPTER 9
Drake
Fuck me. I couldn’t hold myself back from kissing her. Not after what I’d just witnessed.
That was so fucking hot. I couldn’t hold back. She was just standing there, and she smelled so fucking good, her lips were practically begging to be kissed. I knew she was into me, crying out my name while she touched herself told me that. At least that's what the liquor had made me think.
I'd have taken her right then and there, but she was a virgin. She thought I didn’t hear her admit it but I did. Load and clear. The idea of taking her virginity, of being her first, scared the shit out of me. Sure, Shannon and I were both virgins when we got together, but that was different. We were each other's firsts.
It should be special, and me being wasted and coming onto her, knowing she was thinking about fucking me? Nah, that wouldn't have been special. Besides, people get attached to their first, and that's the last fucking thing I needed. I'd been in love once, and only once. All the other women came and went in my life. I'd fuck them, but only as a means to an end. It was purely physical, no emotions or feelings involved.
Being someone's first now was way too much for me.
I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Not one bit. The thought of her consumed me all damn weekend. I no longer trusted myself around her. Knowing how good her lips had tasted was going to make it rough. Thinking that she might be a virgin – hell that thought alone was making me hard. Damn. Delia was starting to consume more and more of my thoughts, and that wasn't a good thing.
I worked on the ranch, breaking sweats like never before just to keep my mind off her. Most communication was via phone calls and emails, but I redirected her to Hank as much as I could so I could get her voice out of my ear.
I couldn't fall for her. Nope. I needed to keep my distance. For her sake and mine. A guy like me would fucking destroy a sweet girl like that. She deserved better. She was different than all the groupies. They threw themselves at me. Delia was smart and fiery, sassy and strong. In many ways, she reminded me of Shannon, and that's what scared me the most.
I tossed around bales of hay like I was throwing sacks of feathers. I chased calves for the hell of it to try and erase her from my mind. I worked on the tractor with
Paul and even got started working on some of the other broken-down equipment I’d told him I would repair over the years.
I even rode every horse around over the course of the weekend.
Anything to put that woman out of my mind.
But now, she was on her way to my house. Monday morning at fucking six, like none of us had a damn life to lead. The band and I had a short tour to go on. A few stops here and there, some awesome fucking shows to put on for women who adored us. That was what I needed to be thinking about. I needed to be preparing for these damn shows. Running sets in my head and belting lyrics in the shower. That was what I needed to be doing.
I headed to the shower, hoping to clear my head. I washed off the sweat from the day, scrubbing my body with soap and trying to clean out the memory of Delia screaming my name. As I ran the soap over my groin, my cock perked to life. My balls were begging for release, and I thought maybe if I could jerk off, it would clear my head. Might as well try.
Leaning forward, I held myself up with one hand while taking my cock in the other. I stroked my dick, closing my eyes and trying to imagine anything but Delia's tight, virgin pussy.
It didn't work. That's all I could think about.
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, imagining that first thrust into her tight little hole. It would hurt her, but I'd be gentle. I'd move slow, at first, just like my hand moved on my cock. Slow and steady, guiding it between her pussy lips and filling her up. I could still hear her calling my name, and damn, it sounded so sexy. The way she moaned and writhed on the bed, it would feel fucking fantastic if she were beneath me, letting me pummel my dick into her.
Her long, slender legs would wrap around my body, pulling her into me. I'd try to prevent myself from coming too quick, but with a pussy that tight, it would be hard. I'd want to make her come, hard, though. I'd want to make her scream my name over and over again as I bury my shaft deep inside of her, all the way to her fucking cervix.
Once she climaxed, I'd go all the way. Maybe bend her over and take her from behind - that tight little ass wiggling against my body as I fucked her.
“Oh God...,” I groaned.
Streams of cum gushed from my dick, landing on the shower walls and dripping down. So much hot seed came spilling out of me, I wasn't sure it would ever end. My orgasm rode through me like a wave, crashing into me and causing me to shudder until every last drop of cum was clinging to the walls of my shower.
God dammit. I'm a fucking screw-up. Can't even work with my personal assistant without yanking my cock and cumming all over the shower tiles.
I finished up and dried off, and from down the hall, I heard Paul's voice.
“Whatcha readin’?” Paul asked.
“It’s a book I got her this weekend,” Tammy said.
“I finished my human behavior book, so now I’m reading on human interaction,” Elsie said.
“Found anything interestin’?” Paul asked.
“I only started it last night,” Elsie said. “But the first chapter was—interesting.”
“How so?” Tammy asked.
“There are certain human interactions I don’t understand yet. Some I do, but some I don’t. Like the idea of kissing. This book outlines the reasons and behaviors behind kissing. But I don’t understand it.”
I grinned as I listened to Elsie talk to Paul and Tammy about the basics of interacting with another person.
“Elsie, are you okay?” Tammy asked.
I heard the couch squeaking as Elsie rocked back and forth on it.
“Els? Can ya tell us what’s goin’ on?” Paul asked.
“She’s here,” Elsie said. “She’s here.”
I heard a knock on the door that signaled to me that Delia was here. I got up from the kitchen table and sighed, knowing what I had to do next. Elsie was getting uncomfortable with Delia’s presence. Especially since she didn’t know who Delia was. I’d have to introduce this woman to my sister.
But my fear wasn’t that my sister wouldn’t like her. There were ways of getting around that.
My fear was that Elsie would get attached. Then I wouldn’t be able to get rid of Delia that easily.
I opened the door and took her in, raking my eyes down her form. She took my breath away.
Delia was wearing another pair of tightly-formed jeans but had on one of her nicer blouses. It fell around her breasts perfectly but left something to the imagination with the dip in the waist. She still had on those scuffed boots, though, and I grinned as I took them in.
But before I could walk my eyes back up her body, she pushed through and headed straight for the kitchen.
She set a bag on the table and pulled out her laptop. Before I could even get in a word, she already had my itinerary popped up and ready to go. I leaned against the doorway as I continued to listen to the couch squeak. My sister’s movements were getting more volatile, and I knew I had to do something to diffuse the situation before it got any worse.
“You ready to work?” Delia asked.
“Yep. Just got one thing, not on that itinerary that I need from you,” I said.
I could see her shuffle a little in a nervous fashion. “What that?” she asked.
“Gotta meet the baby sister,” I said.
She looked up at me with a quizzical expression but stood up from the kitchen chair. I turned and left, listening for her to follow me without speaking a word to her. We rounded into the living area where Paul and Tammy were sitting, their eyes filled with worry as Elsie continued to rock and fiddle with her fingers.
“Elsie honey, this is Delia. She’s my personal assistant. She’ll be around here a bit when I’m not on tour. Delia, this is Elsie. My sister,” I said.
I watched as Delia broke away from me and stood in front of my sister. She held her hand out to her and Elsie looked at it. Her body was still rocking, and her hands were still fidgeting, but Delia was patient with her. I could see Delia’s eyes looking around fluidly, trying to discern the type of situation she had just landed in.
And I nearly grinned when she put the pieces together.
“Hi Elsie, it’s really nice to meet you.”
Tammy and Paul were both trying to settle Elsie down as Delia kept her stance soft and still.
Elsie’s rocking slowly stopped, and I saw my sister stand to her feet. She cleared her throat and placed her hand in Delia’s, shaking it with a firm grip. I saw Elsie studying the contact, taking in the way their hands molded together. The way Delia’s fingertips folded over her hand. That was the thing with Elsie. Once she engaged in something, she had to have the time to take it in fully.
And Delia was giving her that time. Damn this woman was full of surprises. I pushed myself away from the door, trying to hide my relief. I could feel my nerves settle down, but a drink would be the perfect remedy. I heard the two of them talking as I made my way into the kitchen, searching for the bottle of booze I used to fill up my flask.
My pocket felt lighter than normal. Which meant I was almost out.
Soon, people were departing and settling down. Paul went to start his work for the day, and Delia made her way back to her laptop. Tammy and Elsie were sitting in the room, talking about that damn book Elsie had picked up. I filled up my flask before I tipped the bottle back, feeling the burning alcohol slide down my throat.
“When you’re done, come sit. We’re going over dates,” Delia said.
“Yes ma’am,” I said.
“You have four concerts laid out over the next two weeks. Your hotel rooms have been confirmed, and the tour bus has been cleaned for you and your band. You have two interviews outside of the concerts, one before the second concert and one before the third. I’m in the process of handling the media in all the towns to give you as much peace as possible but be ready to be bombarded.”
“I’ll make sure to hold my tongue,” I said.
“I was thinking more along the lines of finding a different place to store your flask.”
“My ass pocket
doesn’t work?”
“Not when your fans are constantly staring at it.”
“What is it with you?” I asked, as I turned around. “What do you have to be so offended about?”
“Besides the fact that you literally think you can take what you want without repercussions?” she asked.
Her eyes sank hard into mine, and I felt the tension growing between us. I knew what she was talking about and I knew she was angry. But damn if that emotion didn’t look good on her. I walked over toward her, bending over her shoulder so I could see my schedule. I groaned at the sheer amount of it all and sighed, noticing that Delia didn’t move away from me. No matter how much I wanted to stay away from her, I wanted Delia. I wanted her untouched body. I wanted her fiery mouth around my cock. I wanted the whole of me to silence the sass that poured from her lips. I was perched above her, one hand behind her chair and the other on the table, with a perfect view down her blouse.
Fuck. She could drive any man wild.
“You done?” she asked.
She looked up at me with those fiery eyes, all wide and brimming with hidden want.
Damn it. I was in so much fucking trouble with this one.
CHAPTER 10
Delia
I hated how aware he made me feel. Aware of all the things I still had yet to experience in life. It was easier when I didn’t know what I was missing.
Now, I did. Thanks to what happened on the bus and the way he looked at me after he caught me. I knew what I was missing. How wonderful someone else’s lips tasted on mine. The way a man looked at you in the throes of lust. I was painfully aware of the heat he generated against my body, and I was helplessly aware of how much my body had wanted to lean into it.
Not to mention, he'd caught me calling out his name. It was painfully awkward to be around him after that.
I was here to do a job and nothing else. I was here to pave a way for my life that would sustain me after college. I wasn’t here to fall in lust with some asshole of a man who thought he was God’s gift to women. He was cocky. He was arrogant. And I wanted him.
