by S R Watson
I’ve been waiting for her to fall at my feet like the rest and beg for the dick. Clearly, that won’t come to pass, but it is even more apparent that she wants me just as badly as I want her. We’re at a stalemate—a battle of wills. I don’t chase, but fuck it. Tonight we took a step toward the inevitable. She wants me, and that is exactly what she’s going to get. It’s time that I show her what her body craves. She needs a tender and gentle approach, and I’ll give her that right before I fuck her world. My dick jumps with excitement for what’s about to come.
Harlow
I sit here at a loss for words. That kiss was off the fucking charts intense. I don’t know how to feel right now. Phoenix and I can’t happen. I was just pissed with his performance in there, for fuck’s sake. That being the case, why did every second of that moment feel so right? Animalistic desires are brought to the surface. I could feel his hardness through my jeans, and I wished there was no barrier between us. All of my anger toward him from earlier had dissipated. Maybe “we” can happen if I let go of any expectations for more. For a small window of time, I was able to let go of the pain that usually holds me captive. I wanted this man to devour me.
I didn’t care about the skanks in the bar, probably still lined up to get a piece of him. He was with me. He chose me. Maybe we don’t need to define what this is and just go with it. I’m deep in thought, replaying our kiss when the guys show up outside carrying their equipment. That was quick. I guess they are foregoing their usual sexcapades that go on after the show. These guys are super talented, and they’re only playing gigs for local bars right now. I can only imagine the ass they’ll have lined up when they make it to the big stage. I will have to keep this in mind going forward with Phoenix. I can’t let my heart get invested. If we give in to temptation, there will be no expectations of a relationship. The sex can be the building blocks I need to reinvent myself and take back my sexuality. Nothing more. Nothing less. Just sex.
During the ride home, the guys discuss how they think the show went with the mix of cover songs. They talk about starting to gradually introduce more of their own material. Phoenix notifies them that he has some record labels he plans to get in touch with. He seems unaffected by tonight’s occurrence. I’m anxious to see how he will proceed. Will he pretend it never happened, or will he make the next move? I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was hoping for the latter.
I disappear to my room as soon as we get back to the lake house, in part because I’m afraid this emotional storm passing through me will read easily on my face. Asher will sense something is wrong. Also, I don’t know if Ren told Killian what he walked out on. I don’t want things to be awkward. I turn on my night lamp to dimly light the room. I connect my iPhone to my iHome so that I can drown my thoughts out with some Adele. Her latest single, “Hello,” plays through the speaker, and I set it to repeat. I love her music. I lay across the bed, getting lost in the sultry lyrics when my bedroom door opens. Phoenix stands there for a few beats before coming in and closing the door behind him. I sit up as my heart slams against my chest. I can see his intent in his eyes.
“Oh, you don’t have to get up for what I have in mind,” he warns. “If this is not what you want, speak now.” I swallow the lump in my throat. I’m speechless. I want all that he is silently offering me. “Okay then,” he says with finality. He crawls onto my bed in true predator form. I watch as he pulls his T-shirt over his head. Sweet baby Jesus…this is really happening. I tremble slightly at the thought. Phoenix grips my inner thighs before pulling me down closer to him. I lie flat on my back as he undoes the button on my jeans.
I’m thankful that I have my pretty black lace panties on tonight.
“Lift,” he commands. His voice is thick, rough, and one of control. He’s still Phoenix, but different somehow. I lift my hips as he instructs. He pulls my jeans and panties down with one pull. “Last chance, Harlow. No regrets.”
“No regrets,” I whisper. That is all the reassurance he needs. He strips my jeans and panties the rest of the way off.
“I can smell how fucking wet you are for me,” he says, hovering over me. I cover my eyes with my hands. “No hiding tonight, baby. I’m going to worship this pussy and fulfill all the fantasies you never knew you had,” he vows. The vulgar promises he spews make me even wetter. This feeling…this moment… this is how it should be. He sits me up partially, so he can remove my shirt and then my bra. When he has all of my clothes off, I’m naked in every aspect of the word. I hope he knows that I’m giving myself to him in every way—more than just with my body. Though I’m not a virgin, nobody has gotten this far with me consensually. He lays me on my back and brings his body down on top of mine. We’re chest to chest, and the heat from the contact is scorching. He gives me a wicked smile before bringing his lips to meet mine. This kiss is so soft. Our tongues slowly meet in a sensual dance that builds the ache between my thighs.
He parts my legs open with one of his jean-clad muscular thighs, and I rub myself against him—desperate for the friction. He deepens the kiss while grinding against me. I swear I can come from his kiss and dry humping alone. He nips at my lips and immediately licks away the pain. My body trembles now for a different reason than nerves.
“Hmm. Patience, baby.” He plants gentle kisses along my neck before following a trail down to my breast. He gives them each attention with just the right amount of licking and nibbling. So I see he is a nibbler, and it is sexy as fuck. He continues south, and I know where he’s heading next. I brace myself as he takes that first lick to my clit.
“Fuuuuuck,” I moan. My thighs tighten on their own accord around his head, but he isn’t having it.
“Let me in.” He pushes my legs apart while simultaneously sucking on my nub. He sucks, then nibbles in a frenzy so enthralling, I feel a sensation of release on the precipice. I grab his hair as I ride the fuck out of his face with wild abandonment. Phoenix is right there with me. He pushes his tongue deep into my entrance and works me toward that orgasm my body so desperately needs. I squirt so hard my whole body shakes. Phoenix looks up at me, so proud of himself. In one quick instant, he rids himself of his jeans. Damn, he is commando.
He takes the condom he pulled from his pocket and slowly rolls it over his hard cock. He is giving me a show. And oh, what a beautiful cock it is—pink perfection. The length and girth are intimidating, but I will take every inch. I watch as he gives it a few strokes with his hand. “I want your lips around my dick, but right now, I can’t wait for a second longer to be inside you,” he admits. My legs open as an invitation, and he doesn’t hesitate to accept. He positions himself at my entrance and teases me with a few strokes with just the head.
“Stop teasing me,” I plead.
“So greedy.” He winks. I’m about to object, but then he slams into me, and the words are lost on my tongue. He stills briefly, allowing me to savor his fullness. He stretches me to capacity, and it feels amazing. He eases back and slams into me again. I whimper at the heavenly assault. I claw at his back, so desperate for him to go deeper. He pounds into me a few more times before alternating his thrusts with a slower grind. Meanwhile, Adele continues to be the soundtrack for this fucktastic fucking we’re having. I’m already close to the edge again. Just when I can no longer hold off the impending nut, Phoenix changes things up. In one swift move, he flips us so that I’m on top. He puts his hands behind his head and looks at me expectantly. “My turn, doll.”
“What?” I’m guessing he wants me to ride him.
“Fuck me, Harlow. Ride my dick like you own it.” Fuck, I love the dirty talk.
Unsure of how to proceed, I just do what feels good. I sit up until I’m fully mounted. I lift slightly until only the head of his dick is left inside. I alternate sliding completely down his shaft and just the tip. My pussy clenches with each stroke while my tits bounce with the rhythm. His hooded eyes tell me he is enjoying the ride. I’m on fire. I can feel myself dripping down his length. His legs tense underneath me, an
d his control snaps. He grabs my hips and pushes me down on his dick. He takes over as his hips piston upward to meet mine. He is topping me from the bottom.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he warns. “Shiiiiiiit,” he groans as he finds his release. I can feel the residual twitch of his dick as he throbs inside me. That sensation is enough for me to fall over the edge with him. I throw my head back and come all over him. I then fall forward to rest on him, but he is not done with me. He pulls out of me and tells me to get on my knees. He slaps my ass and pulls off the used condom. He hands me a new one and tells me to hold on to it. He positions himself behind me and nudges the tip of his cock between my ass cheeks.
“Uh, Phoenix,” I begin.
“I’m not going to take you here yet, babe.” He smacks my ass once again, and the sting makes me wet. “Not tonight, anyway.” I don’t miss the insinuation of “more.” This is not a one-night stand. Oh, my stars. He nudges me again, and I can feel him already growing hard again. “I will be taking this sweet pussy from behind, though, so hold on.” He takes the condom from me and rolls it down that beautiful gift of his. I look back at him, and his eyes never leave mine as he enters me from behind. He brings me to three more orgasms before the night is over. I’m deliciously sore and looking forward to this “more” that he promises.
Chapter Eight
Phoenix
Last night was epic. More than I could have possibly anticipated. The guys turned in early, so I decided to continue where I left off with Harlow. She was more than willing. She came beautifully over and over again. Her body responded to mine in every way, and it was fucking perfect. The demons that I hide wanted so desperately to turn things up a notch, but I couldn’t let her see that side of me just yet. It would crush me if she ran. For the first time, a woman’s openness to my kink matters. She’s not replaceable like the groupies. I need to feel her out to see if she can handle my true dominant nature. Is she capable of submitting in the way that I desire? Sure, last night, she followed my lead, and I was in control, but that isn’t the same. My tastes are extreme, especially to someone as vanilla as her. She has some underlying issues that I can’t quite put my finger on. I need to go slow until I determine her threshold for submission.
The guys are lounging around the living room this Saturday morning. Ren hasn’t said anything to me about what he saw last night, but I know he’s waiting to get me alone. I’m playing various Issues’ songs with a pep in my step while I’m in the kitchen fixing everyone an omelet—a page out of Harlow’s book. Speaking of the vixen herself, I see her coming down the stairs.
She’s walking a little slower this morning. I can’t help the devious smile that forms on my lips, knowing my dick is the reason for that walk. Feeling mischievous, I switch the song playing to John Legend’s “Tonight (Best I Ever Had).” I watch as her face flushes as she picks up on my idea of humor and reference. I sing about being the best she’s ever had as she gets closer.
“Stop it,” she shushes me.
“Best you’ve ever had,” I repeat in a whisper. I grab her ass as she passes to get to the coffee maker. She nearly jumps out of her skin. “Round two later,” I whisper in her ear. I go back to making the omelets, but I relish in the permanent blush she is now wearing. I wish I knew what thoughts inspire that blush.
“Maybe,” she replies as she grabs her coffee and hurries past me. She made sure she got the last word in. Oh, there will definitely be a round two, and I will make sure she pays for that little defiance. I was going to wait, but I think I might just have to give her a small taste of what I’m capable of. I have to keep things in perspective. I’m still in control. Her body belongs to me, but she hasn’t figured that out yet. I’ll just have to help her see it, and it will be my pleasure to do so.
Today, I have to bring Harlow back to school. Yesterday, I wasn’t able to deliver on my promise of round two because I was busy with the guys until our gig. We introduced two of our original songs to get feedback from the crowd, so we needed a little more rehearsal time before the show. Harlow decided to stay at the house, which disappointed me because I wanted her response more than anything. I get her reasoning, although she feigned being tired. She didn’t want to see me interact with my female fans after we had such a magical night. For that reason, I couldn’t be mad. It would have been awkward, to say the least. She was sound asleep by the time we made it in, so I let her rest. The fucking guys insisted that we go sit down and eat somewhere after our gig, so we could discuss how we think it went. It went fantastic, but I couldn’t justify a reason to hurry back to the lake house. Now everyone is up again this morning, lounging around the living room. Don’t they have some pussy to get into? I need to find a reason to get Harlow away for a few hours before I have to take her back.
“Morning, princess,” Asher says with too much excitement for 9:00 a.m. “You missed a hell of a show last night.” Harlow comes into the living room and takes a seat next to her brother.
“Sorry. I had some homework I needed to get done before tomorrow, and I was tired.” She sneaks a glance at me. “What time did you guys get in last night? I stayed up until one a.m.”
“Oh, it had to be well after three,” Killian volunteers.
“Hmm. Must have been some night of celebration,” she hints as she glances in my direction. I catch the undertones of her insinuation. She thinks we fucked some groupies after our gig. I wasn’t even tempted last night. I wanted to get back here and finish what we started.
“Yeah, these knuckleheads wanted to hit up the pizzeria. Fuck my diet,” I clarify.
“Yeah, no groupie love last night,” Ren jokes, but I know he caught onto the same insinuation that I did. He still doesn’t know that the two of us have surpassed just kissing. He is just being the ideal wingman and helping me out. She giggles, so I know everything is okay.
“You and that diet of yours. I don’t know how you stick to it while these three eat up everything,” she says, pointing at the other guys.
“Hey,” Asher says. “Not everything. Besides, Phoenix has the restraint of a saint.” If only he knew. Not when it comes to his sister. Ren chokes on the OJ he’s drinking. Again we’re on the same page. Asher tells Harlow he wants to take her to brunch to spend time with her before she leaves today, and I can see my window of opportunity to spend time with her getting smaller and smaller.
We arrive back at the university just before sunset. As I predicted, Asher spent the entire day with Harlow. She gets off my bike, and I’m disappointed that things didn’t work out the way I wanted them to. It’s funny, but I’m not ready to say goodbye. She must feel it too.
“You should see the arboretum we have here,” she mentions.
“Arbor what?” I question.
“Arboretum,” she repeats with a snort. She covers her mouth, embarrassed for a second. “It’s like an enchanted forest with trails of mostly tall trees and whatever flowers are still in bloom. It’s beautiful, and here on our campus,” she continues. I can’t say that I really give two shits about this arbor place, but if it means I get a little more time with her, then I’m down.
“Get back on then. Take us to this mystic place,” I taunt. That earns me another snort from her. It is so endearing. She hops back on the bike and uses her hand to point in the direction I need to head. We go as far as we can go with the bike and park. I have to say she didn’t exaggerate. The oranges and browns of the fall leaves look picture perfect. We walk the trails as she points out various flowers and trees with excitement. I can tell she’s been here multiple times. This is not something I would have been interested in, but I admit I’m enjoying this place.
It’s so quiet and peaceful. I bet it would be a great place to escape and just write some of our music.
“Isn’t this place awesome?” The smile on her face is priceless.
“It is,” I answer honestly. She grabs my hand and pulls me until we reach this platform with a canopy view of the forest. “Nice.”
“I knew you would like it. You seem like a guy who likes his solitude. This place is so vast; it is easy to get away from it all and just be. I like to come here and think,” she admits.
“I bet it would be a great place for other things, too,” I hint. She slaps my shoulder in mock exasperation.
“It’s only open for maybe another hour. It closes at sundown. No getting your forest freak on,” she jokes. “So, I’m sorry I missed your set last night. I really would like to hear some of your original music,” she says, suddenly serious.
“I guess you’re just going to have to come to our show this coming weekend.”
“Oh, I see. I have to wait to hear some with your fans. I’m not special.” She looks me in the eyes with those piercing grays. At that moment, I know she has the potential to be dangerous if I’m not careful.
“Well, it’s not like I have any music out here,” I point out.
“A cappella will be just fine,” she assures. I look around, and we’re alone. She takes a seat on the wooded platform, so I join her.
I mentally shuffle through the songs that I could possibly share with her, and then I just know. It is a piece that is not yet finished, so this goes against my rules. I don’t even share my lyrics with the guys until they’re done. They have a chance to participate in any edits or additions after the fact, but the initial concept is always mine alone. The truth is, I’ve only started it today while Harlow was out with Asher. This song is about her.
