by Starr, Faith
She took my extended hand, and we went into the living room, making a pit stop at my gym. “This is where I work out. I converted the second bedroom into a gym.”
“A punching bag? Do you box?”
“Punching and kicking the bag works wonders for releasing tension and energy.”
“That’s why I run. The whole endorphin rush thing.”
“Exactly. Can I offer you a drink before we sit down?”
“Water is fine, thank you.”
“Sparkling or regular?”
“You have sparkling water?”
“Sure do.”
“I’ll take a sparkling then, please.”
“Hope lime works. That’s the only flavor I’ve got at the moment.”
“Lime is great.”
“Perfect. Then one lime sparkling water on the rocks coming up.”
I filled two cups with ice, popped open a can, and poured some of the fuzzy liquid into both glasses. She stood next to me in the kitchen, almost as if afraid to move without me guiding her.
“Let’s go sit on the couch.”
She followed me into the living room.
“Make yourself comfortable.”
She kicked off her shoes and sat down. I handed her a glass, and she tasted the beverage. “Mmm. I don’t think I’ve ever had this brand. I’ll have to buy some.”
“It’s a Target special.”
“Did you buy it while you were on a MILF hunt?”
“You know it.” I chuckled and sat next to her. “Music or television?”
“How about music?”
“Music is it. Any preference?”
“I’m sort of into the band On The Fence. Have you heard of them?”
“I believe I have. I hear the lead singer kicks ass.”
“He does. He’s just dreamy.” She swooned.
“Should I be jealous of this guy?”
“Nah. He’s got nothing on you.”
“Why, thank you. How about Styx? Are you into classic rock?”
“You mean you aren’t going to put on Barry White and try to seduce me?”
“Nope. Tonight we’re going to hang out.”
“Thanks, Ryan.” She took my hand in hers. “I really mean it.”
“I may talk a lot of shit, but I’m not a dick.”
“I never said you were.”
“Most of the stuff you see and read about me is garbage.” I motioned for her to scoot closer. “Come here, you’re too far away.”
She inched over to me. I wrapped my arm around her, and we rested our heads against the back cushion of the sofa. While listening to “The Best Of Times,” “Come Sail Away,” “Show Me The Way,” and “Don’t Let It End,” we had our fingers interlocked and spoke about any and everything under the sun.
A big yawn escaped her.
“I’m tired too.” Her yawn was contagious.
“It’s been a long day.”
“And an even better night. Stay over. You don’t have to work until tomorrow night.”
She hesitated.
“Have I behaved myself so far?”
“Like a perfect gentleman.”
“Exactly. And I will continue to do so. I’ll leave it up to you to tell me when you’re ready to move forward.”
She yawned again. “Okay then.”
“Just okay? Do you know how many women would pay to sleep in my bed?”
“Fine. How about this instead, ‘I’d love to spend the night, Ryan. I fantasize about it every night while I’m staring at your beautiful face on YouTube and touching myself. Please. I beg of you. Take me to your bed and make mad, passionate love to me all night long.’” She spoke in a starstruck tone.
The last part stuck out because she had told me no fucking yet. I’d get her back for that Freudian slip.
“I hate to tell you, but my fans wouldn’t ask me to make love to them. They’d ask, rather, beg me to fuck them until they couldn’t walk straight.”
“Sorry to say there will be no begging tonight nor will there be any fucking.”
“I’m busting your chops.” I winked at her. “I’m well aware of that. You’ve made it perfectly clear. Now the part about you touching yourself…”
She laughed.
“What? That’s hot. Maybe your alter ego texting self will get bold and show me some of that. In the meantime, let’s go wash up. I’ll lend you a T-shirt to sleep in.”
We went to my bathroom, not before I silenced the music. While doing so, she shot a quick text to someone. I had no idea who and didn’t bother to ask. It was her business. As long as she didn’t change her mind about crashing at my place, things were all good by me.
I snagged a spare toothbrush out of a drawer. The dentist had a thing for giving patients small bags of dental shit; hence, I had lots of toothbrushes and samples of floss.
“Here you go.” I handed her a packaged one.
She glanced inside the drawer. “Do I even want to know why you have a drawer full of sealed toothbrushes?”
“It’s not what you think. Remember, I don’t bring women here. They’re from my dentist.”
“That’s hilarious. My dentist gives free toothbrushes too.”
“Great marketing tool. Look”—I showed her the handle of the toothbrush—“here’s his name.”
“You go to Dr. Ellington?”
“Don’t tell me he’s your dentist too?”
“For years. How crazy. What a small world.”
“One might say it’s fate. Same dentist. Same center my grandfather is at.”
Why was I saying this type of shit? I’d already told her I wouldn’t hurt her. I was leaving soon. Hopes couldn’t be raised.
“Let me get you a T-shirt so you can change.” I left her in the bathroom to finish washing up and fished a T-shirt out of my dresser for her. While in my room, I took a few deep breaths.
“Here you go.” I handed her one of my favorites.
“Styx? First, we listened to their music, and now I get to wear one of their shirts.”
“Yes, ma’am. I love the band. Sadly, they broke up.”
“I love their music too.”
Another coincidence?
Enough with the fate and coincidence shit!
She held the shirt against her chest, not budging. Guess she wanted me to leave the room so she could change in private. This entire scenario was so new and unfamiliar to me.
“O-kay. I’ll be in the bedroom. Take your time in here.”
She shut the door after I exited the bathroom. How bewildering.
She joined me in bed not a minute later, my T-shirt more like a minidress on her. I pulled her warm body snuggly against mine. I clicked on the television and put on a soft rock music station.
“Don’t tell me you have to fall asleep with noise?” she asked.
“Why do you ask?” Did she think I was a sissy?
“Because I have to fall asleep with the television or radio on, otherwise I imagine every noise is a ghost or spirit and can’t fall asleep.”
What?
“Same here.”
“How interesting.”
There were many things about Lizzie I found interesting. That in itself was a major problem because it was a good kind of interesting—as in, inquiring minds wanted to know kind of interesting.
“This feels nice.” She cuddled against me.
Unfortunately for me, it felt too nice.
“Goodnight, Lizzie.” I kissed the back of her head, not adding more to her comment or mine. The whole fate thing? I had gotten ahead of myself with that one. From what I’d learned so far about women, if you gave them an inch, they’d take a mile. In their minds, a kiss turned into a white picket fence, kids, and a dog or two. Not that I didn’t want those things for myself one day, just not anytime soon.
With my arm draped over her, and our fingers entwined, I fell into a peaceful sleep.
* * *
Believe it or not, I woke up feeling incredibly refreshe
d and well rested. Odd because I never shared my bed. As in, ever. I craved my space.
I slipped into the bathroom to take care of things. When I came out with minty fresh breath, Lizzie rolled onto her back and opened her eyes.
“Morning. Sleep well?” I asked.
“Amazing. You?”
“Like a baby.” She had made a comfy pillow.
I climbed back into bed and pulled her into my arms so I could give her a kiss. She covered her mouth. “Let me go brush my teeth first. Hold that thought.”
I sure as hell would.
She dashed to the bathroom and back.
“Much better.” She got cozy in bed again, her body next to mine, facing me. My hand went directly to her hair, twirling her curls.
“Where were we?”
“I think you were saying good morning.” She kissed me, taking the initiative.
The soft brush of her lips against mine, again and again, had me rock hard. Her lips were satin puffs of heaven, her tongue smooth. They were like feathers dancing over my lips.
My hands drifted down to her ass to cop a feel.
Mmm. A juicy handful. Delicious.
Her entire body could be compared to a candy store. I wanted to sample all the sweetness it had to offer, starting between her thighs.
We rolled over so she was on her back with my body resting on top of hers. I gazed into her eyes and stroked her cheek. “Remember you said we could do other things besides having sex?”
“Oh, I remember perfectly.”
“Then tell me, am I allowed to do this?” I raised her shirt, putting those luscious breasts of hers on full display. I peered up at her eyes. They would tell me the truth. They gave me the green light to continue.
My tongue swirled around her nipple, the peak hard. I sucked it in whole.
While I feasted on her breast, taking turns between the two of them, she played with my hair, her fingers curling into it. She seemed to do the hair thing a lot. It only heightened my mood.
Her chest rose and fell with bigger movements.
I kissed a path south, constantly checking in with her to see how far she’d let me go.
Her body was relaxed, so I continued my descent to the waistband of her G-string. And what a sight it was. A small piece of purple triangle fabric covered her pussy. It was all I could concentrate on. That was, after I did another thorough inspection of her glorious tits, her nipples perfectly erect.
“I need to see for myself if you taste as appetizing as you look. Do you have an issue with that?” My body rested between her slightly parted thighs, her scent tempting me, driving me wild. If she put an end to this, I would literally have to excuse myself, go to the bathroom, and remedy the ache in my dick with my hand.
“N…o.”
“Good.”
Her eyes closed.
“Open your eyes. I want you to watch me.”
She blinked, and did as instructed. “What?”
“You heard me. Let the worries go. I want you to see that I’m going to enjoy this as much as you are.”
The purple fabric had to do a disappearing act. I tugged it down her thighs, her marked state of arousal taking me by surprise. So much I had to slow my breath.
I glided my palms up her shins, over her knees, to the top of her legs, allowing them to settle on her inner thighs. I widened the space between them to see her glistening folds ready and waiting for me.
She shut her eyes again.
“Open them, Lizzie, or I’ll stop.”
“You’re a frustrating man, Ryan.”
I smiled and kissed her leg.
Now that I had her attention again, I dove right in, sucking on her swollen flesh, savoring the delicacy that was Lizzie.
Not to brag but I’d had pussy. Loads of it. Try shitloads. But hers was sweeter than a Georgia peach. The perfect snack. Better yet, a meal I wanted to indulge in, binge on.
Her hands reached for mine. Sorry, babe. They were occupied. One was finger-fucking her while the other held her lips open to give my mouth better access.
When she realized she’d have to wait for some handholding action, she played with her tits. I’d have to memorize this scene so I’d be able to fantasize about it when I got back on tour. I doubted anything could top this.
She raised her hips, meeting my mouth and fingers in the middle.
Again, her eyes closed. I didn’t say anything. Instead, I joined her, allowing mine to shut as well so I could totally immerse myself in the moment. In her.
“Ryan…” she mumbled. “Please… don’t stop.”
Not a chance in hell. And I fully planned on carrying this out at a deliberately slow pace. She’d appreciate it later even if she grumbled in protest now.
“You taste like heaven. I could remain buried here all day.”
Her fingers gripped my hair again.
“Tell me, do you like my tongue soft when it fucks you?” I probed her, my tongue flat as it glided in and out of her.
“Yes… That works.” Her hips bucked.
“Or do you prefer it with more aggression?” I tensed the tip of my tongue and fucked her hard and fast.
“That works too.”
I smiled against her. “Which one is it? Soft, hard, or both?”
Her struggle to continue had me feeling proud that I could make her feel so incredible. God, I couldn’t wait to bury my dick inside her. The thought alone had me grinding it against the comforter.
“You have me so damn hard I’m going to explode.”
“Yes…”
The probing ceased so I could focus on her clit. I kissed it sweetly. Sucked it gently. Licked a path to her opening, then back up to her nub.
She began to tremble. Her fingers released their death grip on my hair and took their frustration out on my comforter instead.
“Yes! Yes!”
Her vocalizations drove me crazy with need. I loved women who gave me clues as to their preferences in the bedroom. I considered myself to be a decent enough lover, but I was only as good as the woman I was with. They were all different, and each woman’s body had to be learned.
I didn’t let up, flicking her clit.
She tried to push my head away. “It’s too much.”
It wasn’t too much. She could more than handle it. Still, I eased up. I kissed her thighs and looked up at her to see her glowing and breathing hard.
“Oh my God, Ryan. That was… incredible.”
“And here I thought you were trying to help suppress my ego.”
“Not when it comes to this.”
Let’s hear it for me and my dick, who would hopefully get some action of its own.
“I’m exhausted.” She took in some air and watched me stand, my dick at full mast.
“Well… well… well, what do we have here.” She sat up and scooted toward the end of the bed. She dropped her feet over the edge and placed them on the floor.
Hurray for me! Her alter ego had entered the building. My dick was in fact going to get some action.
12
Lizzie
Holy shit. He was huge. As in huge—his flavor salty, decadent. It had been a while for me.
His hands went to my head, gracing it with encouraging touches.
My hands got involved too. One of them slid down his shaft and pumped him steadily. The other held on to his ass. And what an ass it was. I was quickly discovering all parts of Ryan were breathtaking: the back, the front, the top, the bottom, and especially where it counted the most—his heart, from what I could gather about him so far.
“Mmm.” I let him know I was enjoying taking care of his needs, same as he had done with mine. And it wasn’t a lie. I glanced up at him and smiled to indicate my truth to discover his eyes glazed over, staring into mine.
With him watching me, I became more self-confident. I glided my tongue down his shaft to his sac and sucked on the delicate flesh. It was soft and forgiving in my mouth. In the meantime, my hand continued to pump him.
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br /> I made sure not to neglect the tip. I’d read once or twice that that sensitive area required a lot of attention, so I made sure to give it an abundance of it.
After the fun had below, my mouth made a reappearance on top. My tongue explored the ridges of his shaft, a joyride of up, down, and all around.
“Fuck, Lizzie. Where did you learn to give head? Forget it. Don’t tell me. It’ll ruin the fantasy of me being the only one.”
My inner self applauded me for a job well done.
“It’s your turn to tell me. Do you like my tongue soft against you?” I licked a line from his balls to the tip, only to suck on his rigid length.
“Aah.” His body twitched.
“Or do prefer it rough?” I hollowed out my cheeks and took him as far as my mouth would allow without gagging, using my hand to prevent him from going to deep. I skimmed my other hand up and plucked at his nipple.
“Lizzie…”
“Which one is it? Soft. Rough. Or both?”
No response.
“Use your words, big guy. And I mean that in a variety of ways.”
“All of it is good. Right now since I can’t be buried inside you, deep throat me.”
“Rough it is then.”
Not wasting a second, I brought my fist up and down over his length and added my mouth, closing my eyes, relishing in the fact I was making this strong man weak in the knees.
“I’m going to come,” he huffed. “Suck or swallow. Your choice.”
My answer came in the form of me continuing with the task at hand, rather, mouth. His warm liquid shot out deep into my throat. I swallowed it down, licking the remnants off my lips before releasing him. I kissed his stomach. Our gazes met.
“Wow. Where did that come from? You surprised me.”
“Now you’re boosting my ego.”
“You deserve it. The award for best blow job goes to you.”
“Come on.” I shrugged off his comment, feeling somewhat bashful again.
“I kid you not. That was beyond impressive. You’ve wiped me out, and here I thought I was well-rested.” He collapsed onto the bed, pulling me with him. He caressed my arm and back. “I want to clean up but feel too tired to stand.”
“I’ll race you to the bathroom.”