The second we’re both settled and take off, I lean my forehead against the window and watch the city’s lights stroll by. I’m fairly certain Taylor is taking me back to my place, but I don’t want to ask to know for sure. He did punch Mark, which was completely unexpected, and I don’t want to infuriate him further. I can only hope he’s taking me home.
Taylor shifts gears. “What were you doing with that guy outside of the club?”
“Who? Mark?” I know exactly who he’s talking about, but I really have no idea how to communicate right now.
“Pffft, Mark.” Taylor shakes his head. “Were you planning on leaving the club with him?”
“No, we were just hanging out. I needed to take a breather.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know, I just...” Didn’t want to see you having a blast and dancing with my mortal enemy.
“You smell like cigarettes.” He presses harder on the gas. “You know that stuff will kill you.”
“I took one puff.”
“Are you trying to get cancer or something?”
“I’m not going to get cancer from one stupid cigarette, Taylor.”
“Yeah, well, I can smell it on you from all the way over here.”
“Okay,” I swallow. “I’m sorry I’m stinking up your car. You can let me out at the next stop.”
He shifts gears once more, picking up speed. “I don’t want to see you smoking again.”
How dare he! “You can’t tell me what to do.” I glower at him.
“I’m not going to repeat myself, Rerun. I don’t ever want to see you smoking. Ever. That shit will kill you.”
Jesus Christ, this man. Who does he think he is?
“Look, I can do what I want and when I want. I do as I please, and I don’t understand why you’re making a big deal out of this. Me. Cigarettes. Smoke. And I certainly don’t understand why you got into a fight with Mark. You looked like you were having a good time without me, with someone else! So, I don’t understand why you would give a shit about whether I took a drag of a friend’s cigarette.”
“Because I do give a shit!” he snaps. “For the first time in my life, I care! I’ve never given a shit about anything before.” He spins the steering wheel, taking a sharp turn into an alleyway to park and shuts off the car to front me. “Do you have any idea how fucking worried I was? I couldn’t find you anywhere. And your stupid bartender friend refused to help me.”
I look out the window, trying to get my bearings. It looks like we’re at the back of the conservatory. “Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you cared so much.”
“Damn, woman, I do. And I swear I won’t leave you alone like that again.”
I keep my focus planted in a dark corner of the alleyway as we both sit silently for a minute.
“Ree, look at me.”
I don’t want to look. The second I do he’ll have me feeling lost in the same way he does whenever I’m working on his photos, applying a different contrast—making his features look brighter or darker. If I look at him, I won’t be able to think clearly. I’ll be blinded by his beauty and he’ll be able to do whatever he wants. Scold me. Tease me. Poke fun at me. Use me if he wanted to because my mind will be a goner. Like a cuckoo, I’ll behave like any other one of his crazed fans. And why he says he cares, I don’t understand. He could pick from any one of those women. Loyal. Sexy. Beautiful.
“Ree,” he leans over the console, tugging on my chin. The aroma of his sweet sweat and cologne forces me to breathe and now I want to look at him. I open my eyes. Capturing my gaze, his lips move, “Ree, I’m in love with you.”
What! Did he just say he—
Clasping my face between his palms, he kisses me deeply. His tongue enters my mouth as my head falls back into the seat. His head rolls as his lips press to pin me deep into the bucket of leather.
One of Taylor’s hands starts to wander. Dear Lord, if he wants to scold, tease, poke, or use me, I afraid that I must let him.
His fingers trail down my neck until they find my breast where they squeeze and let go to wander down further. He hikes up my skirt to stroke his fingers up and in between my thighs where he slips his fingers under my tight panties and invades me.
“Uh,” I gasp, throwing my head back as his finger slips in and out.
He bites my bottom lip and tugs, leading my mouth back to his so he can kiss me more passionately.
“Mmm,” I moan as he swirls his digit within me, exciting my core.
“Oh fuck, Rerun.” He laps at my lip as he speaks. “Baby, I need you. I need you right now.”
Taylor swiftly withdraws and I’m suddenly in shock. I’m breathing so heavy, trying to regain focus, recollecting my senses. The euphoria I’m feeling, I’m itching to have more as I watch Taylor get out of the car, walk around the front, and throw open my door.
Eager, hungry, needy, he leans in, grabbing under my knee to spread my leg and turn me towards him. He unbuttons his shirt and my eyes ogle his abs.
I remember the first time I saw a portion of that six pack in real life on the bus. As Taylor unclasps his belt, I reach up to smooth my hands over his ripped front. He grips my palms, kisses both, and places my hands over his crotch.
“You want that?” he asks, helping me to rub my fingers over the fabric that covers his hardness. “Tell me you want it. Take it out and I’ll give it to you right now.”
I turn my head towards the street, but Taylor jerks my head back and up by the chin to meet eyes with me. “Don’t worry, Ree. Nobody can see us back here.”
Nobody can see. The thought excites me. It’s just the two of us right now and, although I’m in the front seat of his car spread open like a hooker in an alley, I don’t really care. I smell like cigarettes anyway. Taylor has always seemed to live among the elite. His lifestyle seemingly pristine. But being back here? In an alley? And rubbing his dick?
I feel so dirty.
And I like it as much as I see he does.
Taylor slips his thumb into my mouth as I fondle his erection through his pants, making his chest twitch. His muscles are practically dancing the way his pecks flex and his hips move with each stroke of my hands. I move one hand up and down along his shaft as the other caresses the curvature of his head.
“Suck on my thumb,” he says and I suck.
“Pull me out,” he says, and I undo his pants and reach in his briefs to release him.
“Suck on my cock,” he commands.
I open my mouth with a pucker. I’m not exactly sure what I’m supposed to do and I pause to stare at the one-eyed mass staring back.
Taylor chuckles before he grabs hold of his erection at the base. “Wider, Ree,” he says, touching his shiny heated tip to my lips.
Taylor plants his hand behind my head as I open wider and he glides his erection into my mouth.
At first, he tastes sweet and the smooth velvety rub of his skin encased by my mouth is surprisingly appealing and delicious. Even the little bit of saltiness I taste, escaping him—his precum—makes me eager to swallow the full length of him whole.
“Ah, fuck,” he moans as I suck, bobbing my head up and down along his length also getting it slippery to make it easier, which I think I’m doing right since he’s stopped guiding me.
But I can’t take him in fully. He’s too big and I fear I’ll gag when he’s too far back although I’m trying.
“Shit, you little... You make me wanna...” He yanks at my hair and a pop sound resounds when he pulls himself free of my suctioning mouth.
“I want you,” he says, leaning in to kiss me. “You want me, too?”
“Yeah,” I say, smearing his sweet and salty wet residual across my lips with my fingertips.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he says, leaning heavy on me.
Lifting my legs, he reaches under my dress to pull my underwear from my ass and leads my leg open, in the air, so I’m fully spread to him. He yanks me forward until our groins touch and he’s able to run
the tip of his prick along my throbbing wet slit.
Taylor enters me. Slowly. I attempt to keep my focus on his lean torso, bellying to allow his member to engage with me. My body tremors against the penetration, the stretch, and then the deepening. I clench my eyes shut, unsure of what is to come.
He leans over. Pressing his chest against me and snakes one hand behind my waist as he whispers in my ear, “You okay?”
“Mhm.” I breathe.
Groaning, he pulls out and glides in again.
I whimper. There’s an ache between my legs. An ache that says some parts of me have already had enough while others yearn to feel more.
He kisses my cheek sweetly and then my neck. “Are you sure you’re okay? Because I can stop if this is too much.”
“Mmm, no. It’s not too much.” In fact, I think I want to feel him work harder. All these toned muscles in my grasp? I trace my hands along his taut ass. “Please,” I beg. “I want more.”
“More?” Taylor lifts himself slightly to hover and ask, “If that’s what you want, Ree, I got more for you. Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
With one swift thrust, I howl, until another thrust and another bring me to silence.
I can’t think. I can’t speak. Mercilessly, Taylor invades my body, taking my heart, my soul, my virginity. He pounds his cock into me like he means to fuck me into oblivion. And I hope he does as I’m sure there’s no turning back now.
I’m his forever. That deep sleepy dream from which there is no awakening, which I was afraid to fall into? I’m there.
With each palming of my breast and clawing at my hip, I am his.
With every lap of his tongue on my lips and every fondle of his finger on my clit, I am his.
Even with those painfully ravenous bites clamping down on my neck and every repeated slam of his hard cock into my raw, torn pussy, there is no denying Taylor Rose can do and have whatever he wants. Like everyone else who falls for him, he owns me.
“I can’t do this here.” He stops!
“What?” I clamp my legs together as he pulls out.
“I want to do right by you.” He pulls up his pants and zips up his fly.
“But you were doing right by me. It was good, Taylor.”
Really it was more than good. I hate to sound like one of his groupies, waiting in the wings, but I’d totally spread myself open flat on the hood of his car and even try to take it up the ass if that’s what he wants. I’ll do anything.
As long as he doesn’t stop. Especially not right now. All that power, eloquence, beauty, and testosterone running through his veins—I want it. I need it.
I reach for him and he grabs my hand, pulling me from the vehicle. He grips his fingers under my armpit to keep me from shuffling as he finds his keys in his pocket, shuts the door, and clicks on the alarm system.
Swiftly, he leads me to the school’s back door where he fumbles with the keys to open it.
“Where are we going?”
“Inside,” he smiles. “I want to lay down with you.”
“Oh.” I blush.
Once the door is open, I’m swooped up. I laugh as I’m carried to the ballroom where Taylor plants me to sit on the floor. He pulls out a mat, dragging it next to me, and encourages me to climb on top as he walks towards the stereo to play a tune.
Billie Holiday sings through the speakers and Taylor comes free of his clothes. I bite my lip, admiring him coming forward with a spin, skip, and a leap. Crouching in front of me, he helps me out of my clothes and nudges me to lay back with a heavy kiss.
“That’s better,” he says, getting on top and settling between my legs.
He takes one whiff before he kisses my neck. I’m not exactly sure what his obsession is with sniffing me constantly, but I remember that I must smell like tobacco.
“I’m sorry. Do I still smell like smoke?”
“Mmm,” he hums and thrusts his tongue in my mouth to slide against my own tongue before he speaks. “Surprisingly, I like it. It reminds me of the old photos of this place we keep in the library.” He plunges his tongue into my mouth again, swirling, tasting. “You taste like danger. I had no idea my Rosie was such a dangerous girl.”
“I’m not a danger to anyone,” I chortle and he enters me.
Gasping, I claw into his back.
“You’re right,” he says, thrusting. “You’re a danger to no one.” Taylor lifts my leg to dig himself deeper and go harder. “No one but me.” With a nip on my ear, he groans. “You already make me want to come, Ree. I want to come with you. I want you to tell me when you’re almost there. Not too soon, I hope.” He gnaws on my chin. “But when you come on my cock, I’m going to come in you.”
Raking my nails across his back as he penetrates me, I worry. “Taylor, you’re not wearing any protection.”
“I don’t care.”
“Shouldn’t we—I could get pregnant.”
“I know and I don’t care.”
“But Taylor—”
“Shh. Please, Ree. Can we not give a damn? For one night, just be with me. And let’s not fear or care or worry about anything.”
15
Taylor
Six weeks later...
Stupid. I am so. Fucking. Stupid.
I should never have signed that contract eight weeks ago when Ree threw it in my face in front of Penny.
I roll over and wrap my arm around my Sleeping Beauty, pulling her flush against me.
She snorts. It’s cute. She even does it sometimes when we have sex, which is pretty much all the time. Morning and night, we fuck like rabbits and it's not just because I want it. The woman can’t keep her hands off me!
Although right now, I can’t seem to keep my hands off her. I palm her breast, kneading.
“Taylor,” she chuckles, keeping her eyes closed and reaching behind her back to grab my stiff woody.
I love this woman!
Wrapping my palm around her lazy fingers, I cocoon my cock between our joined hands and thrust.
“You want breakfast?” I whisper in her ear, fucking her hand.
“Mmm. Yeah,” she smiles, her eyes still closed.
“After breakfast, I’ll make you something to eat. Would you like that?” I ask.
She nudges her plump little ass back against me. “Yes, please.”
Removing her hand, I glide the tip of my cock along her heated back crack and maneuver my body until I’m skimming along the inner folds of her silken slit.
It’s early. The sun has barely risen and she’s already wet for me. I love this girl.
Dipping my tip at her entrance, she claws me. “Taylor, wait.” Reaching to fumble through the box of condoms on her nightstand, I sigh and she leans back to pass me one.
Reluctantly, I take it. I hate this thing. It’s not that I hate wearing condoms in general. Truthfully, in the past, I’ve been afraid not wear protection, but with Ree—
“Do you need me to open it for you?” she asks, her head twisted awkwardly backward to stare wide-eyed at me.
“I got it,” I say, tearing through the outer plastic.
Rolling the damn thing over my hungry cock, I consider Tucker. Yes, I’m talking about Ree’s foot. He’s become a personality to me, too. Ree is still self-conscious about Tucker no matter how many times I try to assure her he’s... it’s fine. I like her foot. Her foot and I are similar in some ways so I feel sorry for us both. I’ve seen Ree get around without the boot when we’re indoors, but she insists wearing that clunky shoe when we’re out because she’s not just afraid to trip but to also let her foot be seen. But strapping on a sock and boot looks rather agitating so I can empathize with Tucker. Rolling this damn condom over my cock is equally agitating. I hate feeling so restricted.
Confession: I get it. I could get Ree pregnant and I’ve known her for barely two months now, but—
Ree’s phone rings and Goddamnit! She escapes, leaning over to answer. If I didn’t have both hands fighting with this flimsy
piece of latex, my dick would already be drenched in Ree’s juices and that call would be non-existent right now.
“Hello?” Ree answers. “Yes, Penny,” she says, and I shake my head wildly, flailing my arms, accidentally tossing the rubber aside.
Ree puts the phone out to me. “She wants to talk to you.”
Ugh. I love Ree, but she’s so fucking honest, it kills me.
I cover the mouthpiece, speaking lowly. “Why do you keep telling her I’m here?”
“I don’t like lying to Penny. She could get me fired.”
“She’s not your client,” I whisper. “I’m am.”
Ree gives me the puppy face. “Will you just talk to her?”
Taking a breath, I put the phone to my ear. “Good morning.”
“Son.” There’s a growl in Penny’s tone. “I thought we had an agreement. We agreed you wouldn’t get involved with the market girl.”
“She’s my manager.”
“She’s not your manager. I am. How can you behave so stupidly? That crippled little thing is only after your money and your fame. She’s using you to boost her career.”
“She’s doing no such thing,” I say, brushing Ree’s hair from her face so I can look at her.
“Taylor, you’re making a big mistake spending so much time with her. Are you planning to stay with her again tonight? Are you at least going to the exhibition this morning?”
The exhibition. I don’t want to do that either, but I know Ree needs me to be there.
I nuzzle Ree’s neck before I answer. “Yes, ma’am, I am.”
Penny sighs. “You’re a fool, Taylor. Even if you’re dumb enough to believe this gold digger might love you, trust me when I say this isn’t going to end well. She’s not the type to understand the level of commitment it takes to be a dancer. Consider her disability. I understand you might feel sorry for her, which I’m sure is part of your attraction to her, but you need to get rid of this girl before you tire of her and ruin her, like all the others. Look at what you did to Diamond. That once sweet girl has been behaving irrationally with your break up. Now, considering the condition the market girl is in, she’s going to take it a lot harder than most when you let her go. I doubt there’s a man who’s yet to have shown her as much attention as you have. It’s my understanding you’ve been there every night for the last several weeks. Is this true?”
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