Everything

by Erin Noelle

  “Now why would someone want to be found? Isn’t the purpose of hiding, to not be found?”

  “No. The purpose of hide and seek is to be sought after. So, tell me, gorgeous, did you want me to find you? Did you play this little game in hopes I would come looking for you?”

  Peering up at me through long, black lashes, she smirked. “Maybe.”

  “Maybe isn’t good enough.” I didn’t have to explain to her that I would demand an answer from her. The right answer. But my grip on her tightened just slightly. The pull I felt to her through our entire set was something I had never felt before. But, even though I had a pretty good idea I wasn’t riding that one solo, I needed to know from her that she wanted me too.

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly.

  My dick swelled at her sassy confidence, and instinctively, I raised my hands to cup her face. “I need to know your name before I taste this perfect little mouth like I promised. Seems only fair since you know mine.”

  “Belle. My name’s Belle,” she whispered, visibly liquefying under my touch.

  I leaned down to where the tips of our noses brushed against each other, lost in her warm chocolate gaze. “Pleasure,” was all I got out, before the pull became too strong. I couldn’t wait any longer.

  She made me feel reckless and brave and stupid, and before I could think it through, I was bending down and she was lifting up and our lips met, melded… melted. Her mouth parted naturally, surrendering, as our tongues met and glided along each other in an effortless, fluent motion. My hands slid from her jaw to the back of her neck then my fingers twisted in the hair at her nape, tilting her face upward and holding her at the exact angle I wanted.

  She grabbed on to my hips to steady herself, digging her nails into the skin through my T-shirt. It hurt so fucking good. I pulled her hair harder, and she moaned the sexiest damn moan I’d ever heard in my life. My cock throbbed in response, pushing uncomfortably up against the zipper of my jeans.

  “Fuck,” I panted, as we broke for air, my hands still buried in her long locks, “you taste even better than I coulda’ imagined, beautiful. I don’t think I could ever get tired of kissing your sweet little mouth.”

  My new favorite shade of pink stained her cheeks as she smiled up at me. “No one told you to stop, rockstar.”

  Her eyes sparked with pure lust as I feverishly claimed her mouth again. Fierce, intense, and borderline out of control, the kiss mirrored exactly how I felt. My craving for her overpowered all logical or rational thoughts. I was a man possessed.

  Without severing the kiss, I untangled my fingers from her hair and dropped my hands to her waist then lifted her off the ground to my chest. Instinctively, she locked her legs around my hips, hooking her ankles behind my back, and I began to move in the direction of my truck, which was parked in the back of the property in the employee lot, as I savored the way she felt clinging to my body. Soft. Warm. So fucking perfect.

  My truck was the first place that popped in my head where we could have some privacy without actually leaving. Having to tell my parents where I was going probably would’ve raised some questions about my age. Questions I really didn’t want her to ask. I suspected she thought I was at least twenty-one, which I knew she had to be too — that, or she had a fake ID. But with my refusal to shave over the two-week winter break, my dark facial hair made me look older as well, and I took full advantage of her assumptions.

  As we approached my fully-restored, baby blue ’56 Ford F-100, I returned her feet to the gravel and dropped a soft kiss on her swollen lips. “Hold on one sec,” I said, as I dug my keys out of my pocket to retrieve the blanket I kept in the front seat next to my favorite acoustic guitar for all those times I needed to just get away from it all to be with my music.

  “This is your truck?” she asked, the surprise in her voice evident.

  Chuckling, I snagged the blanket then turned back around to face her. “Yeah, why?”

  Next to my instruments, my truck was my baby. My other love. Along with my uncle and my dad, the three of us had worked on her for nearly two years, and when she was all finished not long after my sixteenth birthday, Dad handed me the keys and told me to love her like the one-of-a-kind she was. I hadn’t let him down.

  Belle eyed the classic truck then me, a heart-stopping smile stealing her face. “I dunno. I was expecting like a black muscle car or a motorcycle or something. But this…” She nodded at the truck as she closed the distance between us, looping her arms around my waist. “This is a surprise.”

  Unable to help myself, I brushed the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, rosy and swollen from my earlier kisses. “Good or bad surprise?”

  “Better than good.” Her tongue darted out, flicking over the tip of my thumb, and I groaned loud and deep. Holy shit, I’m in so much trouble.

  “Let me spread this out up there so we can get comfortable to watch the fireworks. They should start pretty soon.” I tipped my chin at the tailgate and she nodded her agreement.

  It took me no more than a couple minutes to open up the bed of the truck and get the blanket spread out for us to lay on, but it was a couple minutes too long without touching her. Without tasting her mouth. Without feeling her little body pressed against mine.

  “Hop up in here,” I instructed, holding my arm out to her.

  Without hesitation, she grabbed my hand and hoisted herself into the bed, but because she was so light, I accidentally pulled too hard and she ended up flying through the air, knocking me flat on my back and landing on top of me. I grunted on impact as she squeaked, but when she tried to roll off of me and apologize, my hands grasped her hips and I held her securely on top of me.

  “We were gonna end up in this position anyway,” I teased, shaking off the unexpected collision. I lifted up slightly to catch her lips with mine. “Plus, you look so fuckin’ sexy straddling me, baby.”

  Twisting her fingers in my T-shirt, she whimpered into my mouth and my cock twitched underneath her, pushing against the apex of her legs that was perfectly positioned over my crotch. Her eyes widened at first, carnal desire swimming in the depths of her dark irises, but then the little minx smirked and pressed her weight down, grinding her jean-clad sex on my aching erection.

  “Shiiiiiiit,” I grated out, as my hands skimmed down to her ass, my fingers biting into her lush curves.

  Taunting me in the most delicious fucking way, Belle rolled her hips up and down my shaft as she hovered over me, her long hair falling down around us like a curtain, hiding us from the outside world. Just me and her in our own little bubble. It was like starring in my very own porno with the sexiest woman I’d ever laid eyes on.

  “You like when I rub my pussy on you, rockstar?” she purred, leaning down to nip at and suck on my bottom lip. “You like knowing how wet I am thinking about what I want to do to your big cock?”

  A deep, feral growl rumbled in my chest in response to the unexpected filthy words coming out of that sexy-ass mouth I envisioned wrapped around my dick. Pride at the reaction she’d elicited in me lit up across her face, spurring her to continue her slow, sweet torture. Perhaps this sexy-as-fuck, doe-eyed beauty was more vixen than the kitten I’d originally thought.

  “Is this what you were thinking about when you got hard on stage? Having your dirty way with me? Making me beg for you?” Her hand slid down between us as she talked, making quick work of the button and zipper on my jeans, all while keeping her heady gaze fastened on mine.

  Intuitively, I raised my hips up off the blanket, allowing her to push my jeans over my hips and down my thighs, dragging my boxers along with them. Stiff, rigid, and dying for her touch, my cock sprang free, and without a second of hesitation, she encircled her small fingers around the thick base.

  The searing heat from the skin-on-skin contact brought my blood to a boil immediately. My eyes shot down to where her hand was wrapped around my girth and I hissed in a staggering breath, afraid I was about to seriously embarrass myself. This sensual, co
nfident woman was nothing like the timid, inexperienced girls I’d messed around with before. I’d waited nearly eighteen years to experience this kind of mind-blowing, earth-shattering sexual euphoria that so much music was based upon, and I’d be damned if I was going to fuck it up. A one-pump-chump I was not.

  “So good, Belle,” I breathed out her name, looking back up at her beautiful smiling face. “Your touch feels so fucking better than good.”

  Rocking up on her knees, she slowly scooted backward, moving down my body while lazily stroking my shaft. All I could do was watch in amazement as she lowered her mouth to the pulsing head and swept her tongue over the top, lapping at the glistening drops of pre-cum dribbling from the slit.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned seductively, the vibration from her voice echoing through my cock all the way to my balls.

  A guttural groan escaped from my throat as my hands fell to the back of her head, and I buried my fingers in her dark tresses. She swirled her tongue round and round the head of my dick in a teasing motion until it was wet and shiny while she continued to pump the shaft with her soft, warm hand.

  “Please,” I implored, tugging softly on her hair, ready to die from anticipation. My hips bucked on their own accord, desperate for her to swallow me until I felt my tip hit the back of her throat. “You’re killin’ me.”

  Grinning impishly, she dragged her tongue down the underneath part of my shaft, tracing the seam until she met her stroking hand then followed the same path back up. “I think I like killin’ you, rockstar. Death by blowjob isn’t a bad way to go.”

  Almost at my breaking point, I was close to taking over for her when she finally put me out of my misery, drawing me in between her parted juicy lips. Inch-by-inch, she took a little more of my cock into her mouth until I was nearly buried completely. Sliding her free hand beneath my cock, she cupped my balls with her tender fingers as she flattened her tongue along the underside of my pulsating shaft, licking base to tip.

  I still couldn’t believe this was happening. Not to me. I didn’t act recklessly, heedlessly; I prided myself at keeping control at all times. But as her head bobbed up and down in my lap, sucking my dick like a fucking pro, I was anything but in charge. My hunger for her blinded me to everything else.

  I needed her to want me. Wanted her to need me. I couldn’t wait any longer to touch her intimately. To give her the same pleasure she was giving me.

  “Come up here,” I rasped, moving my hands to her arms and pulling her up my chest. “You’ve got too many clothes on.”

  Although I immediately missed the warm wetness of her mouth surrounding my cock, I wanted even more to see her body. To suck on her full tits as I fingered her wet pussy like she was one of my favorite guitars. Playing an erotic melody I’d never heard before.

  In a single sweeping motion, I had the shirt over her head and her bra unlatched, freeing her beautiful tits. My mouth watered at the sight of her sitting topless across me, still leisurely grinding her hips against my exposed erection.

  “Breathtaking,” I exhaled, as I reached up to palm her breasts, skimming my thumbs over her rosy pebbled nipples.

  Music from the bar floated through the cool night air while fireworks lit up the midnight sky behind her, illuminating my perfect little pixie like the magical creature she was. I knew nothing about her except her first name and that she affected me like nobody I’d ever met, and that was enough to know I didn’t want to stop whatever this was we were doing. It felt too good. Too right. And something told me she felt the same way.

  “Everett, please,” she whimpered, peering down at me through her lust-heavy lids. “Kiss me. I need your mouth on me.”

  I didn’t need to be told twice. Holding her snug against my chest, I quickly rolled us over so that she was on her back and I had free rein to explore her sexy-ass body. Her entire body flushed pink under my predatory gaze, making my dick pulse with gratification.

  My mouth descended on one round globe as my hand massaged the other. I gave her nipple a firm suck first then flicked my tongue over the slick bud, watching her mouth fall open and her head loll to the side. Humming with satisfaction, I trapped the darkened peak between my teeth, tugging until her back arched up off the bed of the truck and she cried out with pleasure.

  “Oh, my God, yes,” she moaned, tangling her fingers in my messy mop. “Don’t fucking stop, rockstar. That’s it.”

  Stop? I chuckled to myself. As if I could.

  Kissing my way over to the other nipple, I repeated the routine to give both equal treatment. My cock was lined up precisely over her center and as I worshipped her tits, I couldn’t help but rub myself against her, the heat from her pussy radiating through her jeans. Jeans that needed to fucking go…

  I reached down between our bodies, my fingers fumbling with the button and zipper, then slid my hand inside the denim and silky lace, groaning when my fingers found her drenched to the core.

  “So fucking wet,” I mumbled, her nipple still captured between my teeth.

  “Yessss,” she hissed, as I started to glide my fingers through her arousal, spreading her juices all over her pussy and clit.

  I slipped one finger inside her tight, slick core and she moaned loudly, pulling my hair forcefully. Returning my mouth to hers, I kissed her slow and sensual, matching the rhythm of my finger stroking in and out of her. My dick throbbed even harder, desperate to know how mind-blowing it’d feel to be surrounded by her sweet heat.

  “Driving me crazy,” I rasped against her lips, mustering up the courage to tell her. “I need—”

  “Everett! Are you out here? Where the hell did you go?” Ashlynn shouted from the parking lot, her voice reaching us seconds before I heard the crunch of gravel under her feet.

  “Fuck!” I growled, hastily rolling off of Belle while trying to cover her with the blanket at the same time. “You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”

  Quickly pulling my pants up from around my ankles, I shot up to standing, hoping to keep my sister from coming any closer.

  “I’m right here,” I announced, my chest heaving and my heart pounding. “What’s going on?”

  Ashlynn stopped mid-stride and crossed her arms over her chest, scowling. “It’s almost time for the big countdown and we’re supposed to be on stage for it. Remember?”

  I glanced down at my watch and saw that it was fifteen ‘til twelve. Fuck, I’d forgotten all about Uncle Marcus telling us he wanted us to lead the countdown. “Yeah, okay. Give me just a minute and I’ll be there.”

  “What are you doing out here anyway?” my sister asked, cocking her eyebrow suspiciously. “You been gone all night. Are you—” Her eyes grew wide as they focused in on my still raging-hard erection beneath my jeans. “No fucking way. Say it ain’t so, big brother.”

  “Ashlynn, go back up to the bar. I’ll be there in a minute,” I gritted through my teeth, before stealing a peek down at where Belle lay unmoving, clasping the blanket over her bare chest.

  Rolling her eyes, my sister shook her head and turned around, sauntering back toward the party. As soon as she was out of earshot, I turned to apologize, but Belle was already frantically putting her shirt back on and fastening her jeans.

  “Hey, wait, slow down,” I coaxed, reaching out to gently grab her arm.

  “I’m sorry, Everett,” she whispered, moving out of my reach, refusing to look up at me. “I don’t know what got into me. I don’t, uh, usually act like this. I just need to go.”

  Then, before I could think of what to say, something to make her stay, she jumped down out of the truck and disappeared into the bright lights of the bar. Grumbling, I locked up the truck and trudged after her, blue balls and fucking all.

  My plan was to do the stupid countdown, kill my cock-blocking sister, and then hunt down Belle and finish what we’d started. Only when I got back to the bar, my sexy little pixie was nowhere to found, and by the time I finished the countdown, her friends had disappeared as well.

  Pissed of
f beyond belief, and now, physically in pain from the predicament my body found itself in, I stormed off to find Ashlynn. I’d always wondered what it’d be like to be an only child.

  Oh, and Happy fucking New Year.

  I TILTED THE rearview mirror down so I could check my reflection one last time before going inside. Even though the students wouldn’t return until the next day, it was still my first day at a new job and I was nervous as hell. I wanted to make a good impression with both my coworkers and supervisors, in hopes of landing a permanent gig for the following year. Assuming I like it, of course.

  First, running my tongue over my front teeth, I smiled brightly and gave myself a pep-talk. “You’ve got this, Belle. Go in there, charm them with your personality, dazzle them with your intelligence, and own this motherfucker like the badass bitch that you are.” I waited a few seconds, hoping I’d actually believe the words I’d just spouted, then grabbed my messenger bag and opened my car door.

  Cold, blustery wind whipped all around me as I dashed inside the front entrance of the high school, and I instantly wished I’d worn pants instead of a skirt. Only several days earlier, when I’d first arrived in Houston, the temperatures had been nearly twenty degrees warmer, feeling much more like September or October instead of the beginning of January. I sure wouldn’t have been topless in the back of a pickup truck if it felt like this outside.

  A shiver raced down my spine, but it wasn’t caused by the outside freezing temperatures. The thought alone of what I’d done Friday night with Everett made my entire body hum with desire. Every nerve ending awake and alert.

  I still couldn’t believe I’d been so brazen in my actions, throwing caution to the wind and surrendering my integrity to carnal urges and desires. I’d acted like a totally shameless slut. If his sister hadn’t interrupted us, there’s no doubt in my mind I would’ve rung in the new year stuffed full of rockstar cock. And loved every minute of it.