Save Me From Myself (Nashville Nights)

by Stacey Mosteller

  I’m not even sure how it happens, but all of a sudden, instead of straddling his behind, I’m underneath him. We stare at each other, neither of us saying anything, and then, he lowers his mouth to mine. Normally, we’re all frantic lips, tongues, and teeth. This feels different though. Instead of devouring, he’s savoring, kissing me gently and coaxing my tongue to play with his.

  David slowly moves his mouth across my jaw, then down my throat, pausing in every spot that drives me crazy. By the time he touches his lips to where my neck meets my shoulder, I’m writhing against him. While he’s teasing my neck, his hands travel down my chest. He palms each breast through my shirt, rubbing his thumbs over my already tight nipples, bringing them into tighter points, even through two layers of clothing. Moving further down my stomach, he eases his hands under my shirt so that they are gripping my waist, keeping me still.

  The fact that he’s holding me in place drives me crazy, in the best possible way. I struggle to move, trying to get any friction I can, but he moves so that he’s straddling my hips instead of between them, and now I really can’t move. Backing up slightly, David grabs my hands, pulling me up so that I’m sitting, and pulls my shirt off slowly, dragging his knuckles along my skin as the shirt gets higher. By the time the shirt is over my head, I’m panting. He makes quick work of my lacy black bra, and I’m bare from the waist up.

  Laying me back gently, he sits up and stares at my body. I’m blushing furiously under his scrutiny, and he mutters, “Beautiful,” while following the blush from my neck down to the tops of my breasts. I inhale sharply as he cups a breast in each hand, thumbing the nipples like he did before, only the sensation is heightened without the barrier of two layers of clothing.

  “Oh God, David!” Between his gentleness, and his attention to everything that makes me crazy, I’m about to lose what little control I have.

  Watching me, he lowers his head and takes a nipple into his mouth, tugging gently. My back arches, pushing my breasts further into his mouth and hands, and I feel him smile against my skin. His eyes are still locked to mine, and he’s rolling my other nipple between his thumb and index finger. The sensation of his mouth, his fingers and his eyes on me is more than I can take, and I shatter. I’ve read about things like that happening, but never believed it really could.

  When I can focus again, David’s moved off me, and he’s fully undressed. Catching me staring at him, he grins, “Damn darlin', that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  I close my eyes, embarrassed, but he’s next to me before I can form any negative thoughts. Cupping my cheek in his hand, David says softly, “Hey, what’s wrong?” I shake my head, still not looking at him, and I can feel him lean closer to me. “Baby, the fact that I could make you come with just my mouth and fingers on your tits, that’s a pretty indescribable feeling.”

  Opening my eyes, I meet his earnest gaze. His eyes are soft, and he’s smiling at me. Leaning over, he presses a gentle kiss on my lips. Pulling back, he strokes my cheek, and opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but then he pauses. He must change his mind, because what comes out of his mouth doesn’t match the look I saw in his eyes. “Darlin', I want you. More than anything.”

  I melt, whispering, “I want you too, David.”

  Unbuttoning my jeans, David pulls them and my panties down my legs before dropping them on the floor. I should be trying to cover my nakedness, but I’m so sated, I can’t bring myself to really care. He keeps watching me while he kisses from my ankle to my knee before switching to do the same to my other leg. By the time he reaches my right thigh, I’m a quivering mess. He alternates between kissing and licking each of my thighs, getting closer and closer to my core. I have to clench his sheets in my hands to keep from forcing his head between my legs, but he’s teasing me mercilessly. With every pass of his tongue closer to my pussy, he backs up to kiss the path he licked. I squeeze my eyes shut in an attempt to control myself, but as soon as they close, David’s mouth disappears from my body.

  My eyes fly open to find out why, and he’s smirking at me, “I want you to watch darlin',” he says, right before he licks from the bottom of my slit to my clit, causing me to arch off the bed, moaning loudly. David chuckles, and it sends vibrations through me. They feel so good, and I can’t stop the gasp that comes out of my mouth when he sucks hard on my clit. Just when I think I’m going to explode again, he releases it, and backs off. He licks me slowly all over, running the tip of his tongue around my clit and gently sucking my lower lips into his mouth.

  My breathing starts to slow, and I begin to relax before he pushes the tip of his tongue inside me. He pushes it in and out, the same way I want other parts of his body to. He doesn’t stay in one place for very long, and it doesn’t take much before I’m right back at the edge again. Sliding first one, then two fingers in me, he pulls my clit back in his mouth while he moves his fingers back and forth, alternating between keeping his fingers straight, and crooking them towards my front wall so that he hits the spot that makes me lose my mind.

  As I start to climax, he quickly removes his fingers and his mouth. I don’t even get the chance to complain, because he quickly moves so that he’s between my legs and with one deep thrust, he’s inside me. My orgasm goes on forever, it’s so intense after the way he stopped it earlier, and I’m thankful we’re not in my apartment, because my neighbors would be very upset with the sound of my cries.

  David doesn’t let me catch my breath. Still moving inside me, he leans down to take my nipple in his mouth, tugging gently at first, then harder. The combination of his body and his mouth has me trembling in no time. Then, he uses his other hand to circle my clit, alternating between pressing and pinching it. I can feel my muscles tighten, and he moves faster.

  “That’s it baby. I want to feel you come around my cock again.” He leans down to whisper dirty things in my ear. Things like, “The way you look at me when you come makes me so hard.” And, “That’s right baby, squeeze me. God, your pussy feels so good when it clenches around me.”

  If David was to say something like that to me in regular conversation, I’d be blushing and embarrassed. But, right now, those words are exactly what I need to trigger my release. “Fuck,” he breathes, thrusting hard twice more before he finds his own.

  ***

  David rolls so that he’s beside me, laying on his side. I’m so drained, I can barely move, so I stay on my back. Turning my head to look at him, I see him smiling at me. He leans forward to kiss me gently, before saying, “I’m glad you’re here, darlin'.”

  A grin spreads across my face, “Me too.”

  He must know that I’m boneless right now, so he moves me so that I’m on my side with my back pressed against his chest. Linking our fingers together, he holds me, both of us comfortable with the silence. I’m tucked close to his body, and I’m stunned to realize that while being with David makes me feel safe, I also feel completely content. Content in a way I’ve never felt before, not with anyone.

  Apparently, I’m not the only one laying here thinking, because after a few minutes, David clears his throat, “This is probably the worst time to bring this up, but did SarahBeth say anything to you about what was going on with her and Jeremy tonight?”

  It takes all of my willpower to keep from tensing up and alerting him that I know something is going on. I pretend to think about his question, before finally answering, “No, she didn’t say anything to me about it.” It’s not technically a lie, because she didn’t say anything to me. I only know what I saw.

  David grows quiet, worrying about his sister and his best friend. I could stop it, or maybe I’d just make it worse, I’m really not sure. He’s so perceptive though, I wonder if he’ll figure it out on his own without me even saying anything. I kind of hope he does, because I don’t want to be the one to upset him. We lay in silence, him stroking my hair with one hand, and me playing with the fingers on his other one until I drift off to sleep.

  When I wak
e up, David isn’t home. The note he left said that he had to go into the bar for a while, but he’d be back to take me to dinner before we go to the bar tonight. I’m still trying to figure out if I should tell him about SarahBeth and Jeremy. I’m not sure how he’ll react, but he needs to know that they were NOT acting the way people who say they love each other like siblings would act. I know she saw me last night, but since I left before either of them could say anything, I’m not ready for any conversation she might want to have. I don’t know where she spent the night last night, but I didn’t see her this morning, so I’m guessing she spent the night at Olivia's.

  Heading down to the kitchen to make something to eat, everything is still quiet. By now, I’m pretty comfortable in David’s house, although this is the first time he’s left me here alone. I make myself a sandwich and grab my MacBook out of my bag so that I can work on the review from last night’s band while I eat. I don’t get much done before the back door slams and SarahBeth walks into the kitchen, stopping short when she sees me sitting at the bar.

  “Where’s my brother?”

  “He had some things to do at the bar before it opens tonight.”

  “Oh. Well, good. I need to talk to you anyway.” SarahBeth leans against the stove, crossing her arms, and she looks so much like David that I have to bite my cheek to keep from smiling.

  Pushing my computer and sandwich out of the way, I fold my hands together on top of the bar. “Alright then, let’s talk.” This ought to be good.

  Narrowing her eyes, she begins, “I know you saw Jeremy and I in the bathroom last night, so don’t even try to play dumb.”

  “Wasn’t planning to.” If she wants to have an attitude, I’ll gladly have one too.

  SarahBeth takes a deep breath, “You can’t tell David what you saw. He’ll kill Jeremy, and he’ll be so pissed at me.” Her words tumble out so fast that it takes me a minute to really understand what she’s saying.

  “SB, what exactly is going on between you and Jeremy?” I have an idea - I’m not blind. I’ve seen the looks she gives Jeremy when she thinks no one’s looking. Even though she’s almost twenty one, she’s not experienced enough in subtlety to really make it work.

  SarahBeth doesn’t say anything at first. Uncrossing her arms, she starts to fidget. Finally, she seems to find the resolve to say whatever’s running through her mind, and she crosses her arms back over her chest before snapping, “I don’t think that’s really any of your business. You’re just the girl my brother happens to be screwing.”

  Whoa! That was the last thing I expected her to say. My back goes ramrod straight, my hands drop into my lap, and it’s all I can do not to lash out at her in return. I haven’t known her very long, but we’ve gotten along just fine up until this point, and I actually thought we were starting to become friends. My eyes burn with the tears that are trying to fall, and I look down at my lap where my hands are still clasped together trying to keep them from falling.

  SarahBeth doesn’t say anything else, and when I finally look up she’s still standing with her arms crossed looking nervous, and maybe a little apologetic. I don’t really know her well enough to be able to tell if that’s really what it is. She doesn’t take back what she said though. In fact, she pushes off from the stove to stand beside me, forcing me to turn towards her. Even sitting at the bar, I’m taller than she is.

  “Are you going to tell David what you think you saw?” She’s standing so close to me that I want to lean back so that there’s space between us, but I don’t want her to know that I’m intimidated by her.

  Making sure to keep eye contact with her now, I ask, “Don’t you think he deserves to know what’s going on with the two of you? You’re his sister SarahBeth, and Jeremy’s his best friend. If you don’t tell him, and he finds out, it’s going to be ugly.”

  SarahBeth narrows her eyes at me as I cringe inwardly waiting for her to go off on me. “Wow, really? I’m sorry, I’ve known my brother for almost twenty one years. You’ve known him what? Three months tops? I think I know a little better than you how he’ll react to things.”

  She takes a deep breath, and for a second, I think she’s going to calm down and talk to me rationally, but no, that would be entirely too easy. The more SarahBeth talks, the more upset she looks. Her hazel eyes, which are so much like David’s lack the warmth that’s always evident in his.

  When she finally speaks, I have to clench my fists in my lap to keep my composure, “Look, I know you care about my brother, but you need to realize something. He and I, we only have each other.” She stops, putting one hand on her hip and giving me a smug look. I really hope this girl took drama class, because she excels at building up to a dramatic moment. “What do you think would happen to you if I told David I didn’t like you?”

  My stomach drops, I know what would happen if SarahBeth didn’t like me. David isn’t going to invest in a relationship that can’t go anywhere. I’m wondering where she’s going with this, is she going to tell David that she doesn’t like me just because I saw her and Jeremy kissing?

  I have to clear my throat before saying, “You wouldn’t. Would you really sabotage your brother’s relationship just because I saw you doing something you didn’t want anyone to see? That’s messed up SB, really messed up.”

  “I’ll do anything I have to do to protect my brother and the relationships he has. Think long and hard, Lyric, about what’s most important to you - your relationship with my brother, or ratting me out. I won’t even be lying when I tell him I hate you if you tell him what you saw last night.”

  With those last words, SarahBeth storms out of the kitchen and I can hear her stomping up the stairs. I’m left standing dumbfounded in the kitchen, and I’m a little surprised that my mouth isn’t hanging open. I can’t believe she just gave me an ultimatum like that. Lie to her brother, or I’ll most likely lose him. I wish I’d never stepped foot in that bathroom last night.

  After the confrontation with SarahBeth, I can’t concentrate on either my food or the review that I need to do. I’m obviously not going to risk losing David because his sister hates me for telling her secrets. I’m so glad I didn’t say anything to him last night. Who knows what would’ve happened with SarahBeth this morning if I’d already told him.

  Cleaning up the kitchen gives me something to concentrate on. It doesn’t take me long, and I decide to go to David instead of waiting on him to get back. I don’t think I can take another confrontation with his sister today, and I need the comfort being his arms can provide. Running back upstairs, I finish getting dressed before picking up my bag from the kitchen and head out to the bar.

  ***

  Walking down the hallway to David’s office, I pass a couple waitresses getting ready for the night and one of the bartenders coming out of the break room, saying hello to all of them as I walk by. I reach the door to David’s office and just when I grasp the door handle to go inside, I hear Jeremy’s voice, then my name. After looking around to make sure no one else is nearby, I lean against the door, straining to hear what they are saying.

  “You need to be careful D.” Jeremy’s voice is low, but very serious.

  David sounds confused when he responds, “Careful of what Jeremy?”

  “That girl.”

  “That girl? You mean Lyric? What the fuck are you talking about man?” David’s voice has gone from confused to pissed in about three seconds.

  “Fucking hell, D. Of course I mean Lyric. That girl has some serious issues dude.” Wow, that kind of hurts. I barely know Jeremy, I’ve only really talked to him a few times. And, it’s not like he’s put any effort in getting to know me. The few conversations we’ve had have been either one word responses or him advising me not to hurt his friend. Where does he get off warning anybody about me? And what could he possibly know about my “issues” unless David told him, and I don’t think he would have.

  “Jer, what the fuck is your problem? You barely know Lyric.”

  “Yeah, Dave,
you’re right. I do barely know her. But, I know her type.”

  “Oh? And just what’s her type Jeremy?” Yeah, David is definitely pissed. He sounds just like he did when he was talking to Matt at my apartment. Biting my lip, I press closer to the door to find out what Jeremy thinks my “type” is.

  Jeremy sighs, “She’s just like Amy, man. As soon as something serious happens, she’ll be gone.”

  “What the fuck ever Jeremy.” David sounds exasperated, “You don’t know Lyric like I do. She’s nothing like Amy, and I really don’t appreciate you comparing them. You have no idea what Lyric’s life was like before she moved to Nashville. Judging her when you don’t even know her is fucked up, my friend. Seriously. Fucked. Up.”

  “You’re right, I don’t know Lyric like you do. But, I know the type. Her and Amy? They’re the exact same type. Lyric will fuck you over and you won’t even see it coming. Just like Amy did. You forget man, I was the one who was there for that. I was the one who went back to Charlotte with you to empty your shit out of that apartment. I was there when you got drunk and acted like a little bitch,” Jeremy says snidely, and I don’t want to hear anymore.

  How dare he! How dare he compare me to the bitch that left David during the worst time of his life. I would never do that to him. Pushing open the door, I step inside and close it behind me. David’s head is resting in his hands, but when the door closes, his head jerks up. When his eyes meet mine, they widen, and I know he’s trying to figure out just how much I heard.

  Jeremy turns to see what David’s looking at, and a guilty flush climbs up his neck. At least he looks guilty for the things he was saying to me. If it weren’t for the fact that I just told SarahBeth less than thirty minutes ago that I wouldn’t say anything to her brother about her and Jeremy, I would probably say something. In fact, Jeremy looks so nervous, he must think I am going to say something. Well, fuck him. I’m not breaking a confidence, especially not after SarahBeth’s ultimatum.