Who I'm Becoming

by S. Q. Williams

  Her eyes softened, and a gentle smile appeared on her lips before she fell in for a taste of me. I grabbed her hips and brought her closer, groaning as she rocked back and forth on my cock. It didn’t help that I was wearing sweat pants, and it definitely didn’t help that she had on a pair of tight leggings. I could feel everything. I squeezed her plump ass in my hands, and she broke the kiss, sighing.

  Before I knew it, she’d pushed me onto my back, and she was staring down at me, a hint of a smirk on her lips. “It’s my turn,” she whispered, bending over me. “Just relax for me. Okay?”

  I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded. Her grey eyes locked on mine as she brought her hands down and tugged at the elastic waistband of my sweat pants. I lifted my hips, watching as she gradually brought them down. She pulled my boxers down as well, and my dick stood tall and mighty, throbbing for her to touch it.

  But she didn’t right away.

  Instead, she came back up and slid her tongue between my lips, kissing me slow and deep. My cock thumped and tensed as she ran a hand up my thigh and wrapped her palm around my length. She stroked me up and down while continuing the kiss. My body locked. It felt so good. Her tongue continued to sweep mine, and I imagined it running across my tip. I imagined her sucking me dry.

  It wasn’t too long before she pulled her lips away, her hand still stroking my cock, and lowered herself. She spread my legs and once she was in between them, her head dipped down, and her tongue curled around my tip. My mouth spread into a wide “O”, and as badly as I wanted to sit back and relax, I couldn’t. Her eyes were glued to mine, heightening my arousal. She was going to make me come on the spot if she kept that up.

  Lauren finally removed her hand, but her lips parted, and she swallowed me whole. “Shit,” I breathed.

  She moaned, causing an unexplainable vibration. Her head bobbed up and down, and she sucked, slurping and tasting me like I was fine wine. My tip hit the back of her throat repeatedly, and I groaned because it was coming. Her head was glorious. It was head I’d never felt before. Bringing her hand back up, she stroked me while sucking, and that was it.

  I’d reached the brink. I pumped myself into her mouth, tensing and throbbing with each suck, lick, and stroke. She groaned around me and looked me in the eyes, as if she enjoyed the way I hammered myself into her mouth. With that, I lost control. My eyes rolled to the back of my skull, my entire body went rigid, and I exploded into her mouth.

  I came hard and quick, but she didn’t stop sucking, which only caused me to jolt and spasm. When I looked down, she kissed the tip of my cock and smiled, her lips wet and swollen.

  She knew what she’d just done. She’d just pleased me with her mouth. I felt weak and limp, but I knew it was my turn, whether she was expecting it or not. I wasn’t going to be completely satisfied until she was. So I sat up quickly, and flipped her onto her back.

  She giggled. “Montana, what are you doing?”

  “It’s my turn,” I said, bringing my body down.

  “No, no, no,” she breathed as my face landed between her legs. “I was pleasing you,” she said.

  “I know, and I appreciate that, but you know just as well as I do that I won’t be completely satisfied until you are as well. That’s just the way it is, babe.” I kissed the inside of her thigh then glanced to my left, spotting the can of whipped cream. At the sight of it, a wicked smile snaked across my lips, and I reached for it.

  Lauren’s eyes expanded as I yanked her leggings down and squirted the cool whipped cream on her exposed thighs. “You’re kidding,” she said, breathlessly.

  I bent down, licking a portion of the cream away. She sighed and bit into her bottom lip. “Does it look like I’m kidding?”

  She shook her head.

  “Do me a favor and relax,” I murmured. She nodded hard, placing the back of her head on the blanket. “Watch the stars,” I said. “Or watch me… it doesn’t matter.”

  She laughed momentarily, but as I leaned down and licked the whipped cream away from both thighs, making sure I sucked warm and hard on each one, she tensed. I had her built up. I could tell by the way she squirmed that she wanted me to go further.

  And I did.

  My tongue slid through her folds, and her moan came out loud and thick. She was already wet, and she tasted fucking divine. My tongue flickered over her clit, and she breathed my name. She liked that, so I continued. I buried my face deeper, sucking and swirling my tongue as she rotated her hips. Her hand landed on the back of my head and she pushed my tongue deeper, arching her back. She was panting and trembling. She was close.

  I finished her off in less than the usual four or five minutes. Her back arched further, and she tugged on my hair, causing me to groan between her sweet, slick folds. Then she cried out, and I was sure everyone that had a room on the top floor could hear her cry of pleasure.

  After a few quick licks, I pulled back, and her body died down, her chest heaving. Sliding up to her side, I placed her head on my chest, and lay on my back, smiling dominantly as I stared up at the stars.

  “I’m satisfied now,” I said, grinning.

  “I bet,” she breathed. She tilted her head, running her hand down my chest. “I’m having a lot of fun.”

  “Yeah? Me too.”

  It became quiet between us for a short moment. “When will you go to see your parents again?”

  I shrugged. “Not sure. Whenever they tell me to come and see them I guess.”

  “I’m sure they don’t mind you coming at any time.”

  “Yeah, I know but… things are still kinda weird. I need time to readjust.”

  I felt her nod. “It’s so strange,” she said.

  “What is?”

  “How your childhood differs from mine, yet how you seem so much stronger than me.”

  I glanced down at her. “What do you mean?”

  “I had both of my parents when I was a child and still do to this day. I have a younger brother. We were like the perfect family. Of course every family has their downfalls, but other than that, I could never complain. I love my Mum and Dad. I’m not sure what I would’ve done without them in my life.”

  “I’m sure you would’ve turned out just fine,” I said softly.

  “Maybe… but maybe not. The day I get married, I refuse to have an unhappy home. I’m glad your parents are back on good terms again.”

  “I know. Me too.”

  She sat up and leaned on her elbow, looking me in the eyes. “Promise me that if you start to become bored with me or even the slightest of annoyed, that you’ll tell me. I know how I can be, and sometimes, I’m not easy to deal with.”

  I smiled, stroking her cheek. She cuddled her face into the palm of my hand. “I’m not going to promise you that, Lauren. I won’t get bored with you. And if anyone’s to get annoyed, it’ll be you getting annoyed with me. I’m not normal.”

  She laughed. “You’re normal enough for me.”

  “I will promise something else though…”

  “What’s that?”

  “I promise to repeatedly tear that ass up and devour you each chance I get.”

  She gasped and sat up, slapping my shoulder while trying to fight a grin. “Montana! I swear you have no filter whatsoever!”

  I burst out laughing, rocking back and forth as I clutched my sides. “I’m just being honest!”

  “You’re crazy,” she said. “That’s what you are.” She ran her finger down my chin, her eyes warm on mine. “But that’s what makes you who you are. I feel odd admitting it, but deep down, I adore it, craziness and all.”

  I leaned up on my elbows, stealing a kiss. “I adore your crazy ass as well.”

  She kissed me again. “I’m not crazy.”

  “You are. But it’s okay.”

  She smiled behind the next kiss, and her arms landed on my shoulders. We made out for what seemed like an eternity, but it never felt like enough. I couldn’t get enough. She felt good beneath me—warm and comforting. Tempti
ng and tasty.

  We were crazy, but the really crazy thing was how we could be crazy together. How we could go crazy on each other. How we could do crazy things like fight and make up, and act like none of it ever happened in only a matter of seconds.

  This thing between us was crazy, but I loved it. I loved every fucking moment of it.

  LAUREN

  Twenty

  Things with Montana and I were really starting to pick up. I didn’t think I’d become so comfortable with him, but a week and a half had passed, and they were some of the best days of my life. He did things for me—things I never thought a man would do. He spoiled me, took me to get pampered, and of course, he took care of my body by pleasing me with his own. Our relationship had really grown, and I was happy about it.

  As I entered the hotel conference room, I spotted Shelby standing in the corner, downing a cup of coffee. “Hey, Shelby,” I said, pulling out a chair and placing my things down.

  “Hey… you’re here early, aren’t ya?”

  “Well, surprisingly I didn’t get held back by Montana. He let me go without putting up one of his usual play fights. I think he’s up to something…”

  She took the seat beside me. “Really? Something like what?”

  “I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I think he’s planning something for tonight. I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon, and he isn’t too happy about that. It makes sense, right? For him to plan something before I leave? It’ll be another two weeks or so before he can fly over and see me. FireNine will be practicing nonstop for the upcoming tour.”

  “It makes perfectly good sense,” she said, nodding. “Wow… I can’t believe you have him so wrapped around your finger—but that’s good. Very good.”

  I nodded.

  Shelby cleared her throat as I fingered through the papers in my folder. I looked up, but she wasn’t looking at me. She was staring past me at the door. I whipped my head, only to see Montana leaning against the frame of the door, dressed in all black. His hair was slicked back, just the way I liked it, and a hint of a smile was on his lips. At the sight of him, I nearly sprang out of my seat. My smile felt too big for my face.

  “Montana,” I called quietly as I walked towards him. “What are you doing here? Is something wrong?”

  He shook his head. Once I met up to him, he stepped back and smirked. “I just got you the rest of the day off. You and Shelby.”

  “What?” I asked. “How?”

  “I called Ben. He called your boss. You should be getting a phone call soon.” Just as he said that, I heard my phone buzz on the long oak table. Shelby picked it up and brought it to me.

  I looked from the phone to Montana before answering.

  “Just make sure the plans are sent to me when you get back home, Harkin.” It was my boss, Mr. Rice. His voice was gravelly and rude like always, and of course, he wasn’t going to answer with a polite greeting.

  “Yes sir,” I said and then he hung up.

  “What did he say?” Shelby asked.

  “We don’t have to work today. He’s not coming in.”

  Shelby beamed. “Oh, thank God! I couldn’t handle another day of smelling his horrible breath!” She rushed away from me and gathered her things off the table. After collecting her items, she met up to Montana and me again. “So, I guess I’ll see you in a month!” she said to me. Then, she looked at Montana. “And good luck to you and the rest of the band. The tour is gonna be killer.”

  Montana nodded. “I appreciate it. Thank you.”

  “But don’t screw my girl over. I’ll have to be the one that goes all killer on your ass.” Shelby flashed a bold smile at him and then waltzed out of the room.

  I laughed, and Montana gave me an odd look, fighting his smile. “Now I see why you two are friends,” he said. I shrugged, taking a small step back. “You don’t seem happy about getting off…” He tilted my chin with his forefinger.

  “I am,” I said quickly. I grabbed the hand he had on my chin and placed it between mine. “I am. It’s just… Rice has never given us time off early. Like, ever. He works us down to the last minute.”

  “Never ever?” Montana asked.

  “Never ever, ever.”

  “Never… like ever never ever?”

  I laughed, and he did as well. “Well, Ben runs the show. He’s the shit. I told him you were leaving tomorrow and that I wanted to spend time with you before you go… and we all know how Ben loves a good love story.”

  “He’s a hopeless romantic,” I sighed.

  Montana nodded. “Anyway, I was thinking we could go catch some breakfast. I’m sure that donut didn’t fill you up.”

  “Breakfast would be nice. Let me get my things.”

  After I fetched my papers, Montana took my hand, and we made our way out of the conference room. The sun beamed down on us as we stepped outside and started down the sidewalk. Montana reeled me in by the shoulders and glued me against his side, smiling down at me.

  But as we started down the sidewalk and I looked ahead, my smile faded instantly. My joy faded because the person I was seeing couldn’t be real. At the sight of him, my heart thundered in my chest.

  He looked the same, his black hair gelled up in spikes, his ears pierced with gages, and his right eyebrow pierced three times. He stood tall and lanky in his grey T-shirt and tight skinny jeans. Once he spotted me, he revealed a crooked smile, but my face remained blank. I stopped walking, grabbing Montana’s hand and turning him the other way.

  Montana looked down at me, confused. “What are you doing? You don’t wanna try the place you’ve been talking about since you got here?”

  “No… I need to go back and change first. I’m so uncomfortable in these shoes,” I said. I hurried forward, and luckily, Montana didn’t take notice of my odd behavior.

  Instead he said, “Yeah, those do look like a bitch to walk in.”

  I forced a smile, and once Montana looked ahead again, I glanced over my shoulder. He was still standing there with his hands in his pockets, his face solemn. Dark. When he finally turned around, so much relief washed through me that I had to exhale audibly. I blinked my tears away then smiled up at Montana, kissing his cheek.

  But inside, I was all twisted up. I was terrified. What the hell was he doing here? I couldn’t believe it. How did he even find me?

  ***

  I was on edge for the remainder of the day. I knew it was going to be a while before I saw Montana again and I needed to cherish this time, but I couldn’t stop thinking about earlier. Seeing him had done a number on me. It was nearing six in the evening, and Montana had finally noticed.

  “So are you gonna tell me what’s been running through your mind, or do I have to come over there and force it out of you?” he asked, leaning back in his seat. He studied me from across the table, his eyes roaming up and down.

  “I’m fine,” I lied. “Just kind of down about not seeing you for a while.”

  He smiled over his beer. “It’ll go by fast.” He leaned forward and grabbed my hand. “I’ll call you every day, Princess. It’ll be like you never left.”

  I forced a smile. “You promise?”

  “I promise. Now, cheer up. I’m bummed too, but I don’t wanna feel down tonight. We’ve gotta live it up…”

  “Yeah,” I breathed. “You’re right. We do. Things have been going so well between us.”

  He nodded in agreement. “Let’s get outta here. Enjoy the rest of the night.”

  That was a brilliant idea. I really needed to get it together. I was going to enjoy the rest of my night and be gone tomorrow afternoon. He wouldn’t find me that fast. He had no clue where I was… or so I thought.

  ***

  Candles were lit and soft music was playing as we entered Montana’s condo. My heart sped up a notch, and I smiled, turning quickly to look at him. “You didn’t,” I said.

  “I did. I called in and someone took care of it for me. Why not make this night a bit on the romantic side?”

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bsp; I bit a smile, craning my arms around his neck. In an instant, he picked me up, and I willingly locked my legs around his waist. Without hesitation, Montana clutched my ass and groaned while making his way to the bedroom. My back bumped against the bedroom door before he opened in. Once we were inside, I landed on the bed gently. He stared down at me, his eyes intense from the flickering of the candlelight on the nightstand. His icy gaze bore into mine, and I ran my hands across his shoulders, leaning up and placing a warm kiss on his cheek.

  He became greedy, moving his cheek so that my lips could connect with his. I moaned as his tongue rolled around mine, causing my core to clench. “I’m gonna miss you when you leave,” he whispered to me after our lips parted.

  “I’ll miss you too,” I whispered back. “Promise you’ll hurry to me once you’re free?”

  His teeth glistened as he revealed a full smile. “I promise. As soon as I’m free, I’ll be on a flight to France first thing.” He dipped down, his damp lips landing on the base of my neck. “And when I see you, I’ll make you mine all over again.” I sighed as he thrust himself between my legs. “I’ll kiss you, just like this…” He tipped his head up, and his lips came down on mine. It was soft and sweet. He kissed me again, a little deeper this time, then he caught my bottom lip between his teeth, and a soft moan escaped me.

  “What else will you do?” I asked.

  “Then, I’ll grab you like this—” He clutched my hips and lifted them up. My pussy throbbed as he thrust his hard cock against me. “And I’ll kiss you again, just like I did before… and I’ll make hot, sweet love to you.”

  “Love?” I questioned.

  He nodded, blinking slowly. “Yes. Love.” He paused, scanning me with gentle eyes. “I know you feel it.”

  I wanted to smile, but I couldn’t. In that moment my face felt frozen. He… loved me? I couldn’t believe it. “I do feel it,” I whispered, nodding as my eyes glistened.

  His lips spread to smile. “Thank God! I would’ve felt dumb if I was the only one!”