by K. A. Finn
Yeah, this is a new one for him. He’s all about getting clothes off as fast as he can in whatever order they happen to come off. He’s done stuff like this for photo shoots, but this is different. This is in front of Chloe.
‘How exactly do you envision my shoes and socks in this display? Ditch them first or maybe you’d prefer I leave them on? You like that naked with socks on look?’ He laughs when she makes a face and shakes her head.
‘Okay, you’re going to have to work so much harder to get that image out of my head. Take them off first. I beg you.’
He removes the offending items and straightens again.
‘Now, take off your waistcoat.’
Tate open his mouth, but she shakes her head.
‘No more talking. I said, take off your waistcoat.’
Tate takes a deep breath and clenches his jaw. He can either laugh off what she just said or do as he’s told and see how it plays out. Nothing to lose by doing as he’s told for a bit.
He keeps his eyes locked on hers as he unbuttons his waistcoat and drops it to the ground.
‘Your shirt next.’
Starting at his chest, he undoes each button on his shirt, then unfastens one cufflink followed by the other, dropping them on to his waistcoat. He slowly slides his shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Chloe intently watches his every move as she traces her fingers down her body, cupping each breast. When she pinches her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and moans softly, Tate’s cock twitches in response.
Chloe’s eyes slowly travel up his body then settle back on his crotch.
‘Belt, trousers, and boxers now.’
His belt ends up on the floor then he opens the button on his trousers and unzips his fly. He pushes his trousers over his hips and down his legs, followed by his boxers then stands naked in front of her.
He nearly launches himself at her when she slowly uncrosses her legs. Chloe’s fingers skim over the lace thong as she moves her legs to the side. His dick hits against his stomach as she moans again.
She’s driving him fucking crazy and she knows it. If she has any sense she’ll let him touch her. Instead she leaves him where he is, frustrated, horny, and desperate to be released.
Chloe rubs her fingers against her pussy, covering the thin lace in her delicious juices. He clenches his fists at his sides. He’s wound like a fucking spring, every single muscle locked to keep himself in place.
He needs to get his mouth, tongue, and fingers all over her pussy. He can picture exactly what he’s going to do to her in detail. He can taste her on his tongue and he hasn’t laid a finger on her yet.
He’s not used to being held back like this. Not used to being told what to do and he fucking loves it. The longer she holds him back the harder he’s going to fuck her when he eventually gets his hands on her.
‘Now, I want to see you make yourself come.’
∞
Chloe peers up at Tate and waits for him to react to what she just said. Every single time he’s been naked with her, she’s been mesmerised by his body. Watching the way he moves, the way the muscles flex and contract when he was with her drove her nearly as crazy as what he was doing to her. The thought of watching him towering above her, every inch of his body on show while he touched himself has been something she’d imagined a lot since their first time together.
Even just watching him undress had been intense. His dark eyes hadn’t left hers the entire time. She is under no doubt he’s going to make her pay for drawing things out for him. And she can’t wait. But first she desperately wants to see him do this in front of her.
With his gaze still locked on her, Tate’s arm lifts from his side. Chloe’s heart beats faster as his tattooed hand begins to slowly and steadily work over his shaft, back and forth. She can feel him looking at her but there’s no way she can tear her eyes away from what he’s doing to himself. His hand clenches and slides, gliding up, covering the head and the thick piercing in his fist then twisting back down in a steady rhythm.
She knew seeing him like this would be incredible, but not for one second did she think it would be so downright hot. He’s not exactly being gentle with himself. Just like everything else he does, he’s not holding back. Chloe had been cautious with his piercings, but he can take a lot more than she’s been giving him.
Chloe slides her fingers under the thin lace of her thong and slips a finger inside. She has no idea whether she’s doing it to frustrate him or to pleasure herself. Maybe a little of both.
Tate’s breath comes out in short pants as he works himself harder and faster. She can see he’s getting close. See the tremors working through his body, see the muscles in his arms tensing, his stomach tightening as his hips flex.
Then he reaches up and pulls on his nipple piercing, twisting it in his fingers.
With a shout, he comes all over his hand. He braces his legs as he keeps stroking himself, his body trembling and his breathing rapid. Tate shudders and meets her eyes as he lets go of himself and drops his arms to his side again. The fact he hasn’t said a word to her since she told him to get undressed only adds to the all-consuming look in his eyes. Time to let him go. She licks her juices from her fingers, and she swears she hears him growl.
‘Would you like a taste?’
‘Yes.’
Yeah, that was as close to a growl as he could do without actually growling at her. ‘Yes, what?’
She can see the muscles in his jaw move as he clenches his jaw. ‘Yes, please.’
‘I really think you should get on the bed now.’
Chloe barely has time to scramble out of the way before Tate launches himself onto the bed. He pushes her onto her back and slides her thong down her legs. Tate pulls her hips back and Chloe gasps as he buries his tongue in her as deep as he can go.
Tate’s rough hands grip her hips, holding her firmly in place so he can suck and lick her with a desperation that has her gasping for breath. Her body jolts as his tongue circles her clit, massaging her as his fingers plunge into her. Chloe’s body jolts and she screams into the sheet as her orgasm slams through her.
∞
‘Get onto your hands and knees then don’t fucking move.’ Tate grabs a condom from the bathroom and slips it on. Without hesitating, he thrusts into her hard and deep, wrapping his hands around her waist to hold her in place as he drives into her.
Chloe’s arms give in under the strain of his attack, so Tate wraps an arm around her, pulling her back against his chest as he keeps up the pace. When he slides his other hand down her body to rub her clit, Chloe moans loudly and reaches back to grab his hair.
His sole purpose at the moment is satisfying the raw need that’s taken over as the pressure builds in his balls. He tilts Chloe’s head back against his shoulder, holding her tightly in place so he can kiss her neck.
‘You better fucking come now, Chloe. Jesus Chloe, now!’
When she tightens around him he covers her mouth with his hand, stifling her scream. Her pussy squeezes him firmly, and two thrusts later the spasm works through his body.
‘Fuck me!’ The shout tears out of him before he can stop it. He holds on to Chloe as the intense grip on his dick keeps his own orgasm coming.
He loses track of time as their bodies slowly come down. When she eventually relaxes in his arms, he pulls out of her then lowers them both on to the covers as they try to catch their breath.
Chloe sighs and runs her hand along his arm. ‘Please say the room is soundproofed?’
‘I hope so otherwise I might be on the banned list after that.’
Chloe turns around to face him. Her face is flushed and the sly smile she gives him is sexy as hell. ‘Was it worth it?’
‘What do you think?’ He brushes her hair back from her face and traces his thumb across her bottom lip. He leans closer and kisses her. Unlike the frantic raw need of a few minutes ago, the kiss is slow but no less intense.
Tate rests his forehead against her and sighs. �
�I really don’t want to move but I better get cleaned up. You hungry?’
‘Excuse me? You’ve just had a five-course meal. How can you possibly be hungry already?’
‘I’m talking about real food not whatever they served tonight.’
She gets up and slips on one of the plush hotel robes as he sorts himself out in the bathroom. ‘Let me guess. You want chips.’
She throws him the other robe when he joins her in the bedroom. ‘That predictable, huh?’
She traces her finger over his chest and abs. ‘Where exactly do you put it all?’
‘Don’t worry. I plan on working it all off.’
‘Is that so.’ She takes his hand and leads him into the living room. ‘Let’s get you some chips then.’
When room service arrives, they sprawl out on the couch, watching The Mummy while they demolish two plates of chips with plenty of sauce.
Tate gets caught up watching Chloe for a minute. He’s in a posh hotel after spending the evening at a star packed awards event but eating chips on the couch with Chloe far exceeds all of that.
She licks her fingers and turns to look at him. ‘What?’
‘You’re a dark horse, Chloe Quinn. You know that?’
‘In what way?’
‘What you did in the bedroom.’ He taps the side of his head. ‘You’ve gotten in here. I don’t know how the fuck you did it but you know exactly how to push my buttons. And I mean that in a good way.’
‘You’re not that difficult to figure out.’
He moves back from her so he can look down at her face. ‘I’m an enigma thank you very much.’
‘You’re a control freak, Tate. You like to be in charge. Like things to go your way. I would imagine you’re not a fan of being told what to do.’
‘And?’
‘So I wanted to see how you’d react if I took that away from you. Like I said, it wasn’t difficult. It was going to go one of two ways. You’d either get a bit irritated about it and nothing would happen, or you’d get worked up so much at being told you couldn’t do what you wanted that you’d go a little... well, alpha male on me. You have no idea how relived I was when you leapt onto the bed like the floor was on fire.’
Tate stares down at her. He’s been with his share of partners, but not one of them had taken the time to figure him out. Then again, it’s not like he tried to figure them out either. The fact she’d even thought about how he’d react in that situation is surprising.
It also helps that she figured him out before he did himself. He never thought he’d like or get so fucking turned on by being held back like that. ‘Watching you look at me playing with myself... Yeah we can do that again. But next time I’m finishing in your mouth.’
‘You are such a sweet talker, you know that. I’d never guess you were a songwriter.’
‘That’s award-winning songwriter thank you very much.’
Chloe smirks at him. ‘Sincerest apologies.’
‘I should hope so.’ He leans over her and kisses her. ‘And if you’re naked in front of me there will be absolutely no sweet talking. Just a hell of a lot of me fucking you.’
‘Like I said, such a sweet talker.’
She snuggles into his side and traces the tattoo on the back of his hand. His eyes drift close as the exhaustion, great sex, good food, and Chloe’s touch work their magic on him.
‘Tate?’
‘Yeah?’
‘I’m proud of you.’
He pulls her closer and tucks her head under his chin. ‘For what?’
‘Tonight. And I don’t mean the awards. I mean obviously I’m proud of you about those. I really am. But I mean for facing everyone. I know it wasn’t easy for you.’
His stomach does a bizarre flip at her words.
She peers up at him and runs her finger down his jaw. ‘I know you didn’t want to go, and I know you were far from comfortable, but you did it and I’m proud of you.’
‘I really thought I’d done a better job hiding it from you.’
‘You tried. I’m getting to know you though. I can tell the difference between your real smile and fake smile. You were performing for most of the evening.’
‘Am I that fucking transparent?’
She laughs and reaches up to kiss him on the cheek. ‘Like I said, I’m getting to know you.’
‘So much for thinking I’m an enigma. You’ve well and truly destroyed that.’
‘Sorry about that. You must be losing your touch.’
He gathers her in his arms and rests his chin on her head. Either that or he’s dropping his wall for the first time ever.
∞
Chloe yawns and opens her eyes, smiling when she sees Tate beside her. He’s still asleep, lying on his front with his arm over his face. The imposing and highly detailed griffin peers across at her from his bicep.
Moving slowly so she doesn’t wake him, she props herself up on one elbow and examines the tattoo that stretches the full width of his broad back. She dreads to think how long it took to complete. Whoever the artist was, they did an incredible job. Each and every feather is drawn to perfection and remarkably realistic giving it a three-dimensional feel.
It’s the same with all his tattoos. From the Celtic knots on the back of each hand to the swirling Celtic designs circling both arms and surrounding the griffin. Each design blended seamlessly into the next turning Tate into an impressive canvas of Celtic artwork.
‘You want a picture?’
Tate peeks out from under his arm and smiles at her.
‘Sorry. I was just admiring the detail. They really are stunning.’
‘They’d want to be. We had a love/hate thing going on while they were being done.’
She traces her finger over the wing on his back, following the lines down his side. Chloe looks up at his face. He’s staring at her, his head resting on his arms, his dark blue eyes focused on her.
‘You’re absolutely gorgeous, Tate.’ She winces as the words come out. He’s probably heard that from countless people over the years. Surely she could have come up with a more inventive way of telling him.
‘I am?’
‘You know you are. I’m sure enough people have told you.’
‘People blow smoke up my ass all the time. Doesn’t mean I take any of it seriously. No one I give a damn about has said that to me.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah, really.’ He wraps his arm around her waist, pressing his chest to her back as he kisses the side of her neck. Chloe moans as his hand moves down her body.
‘Tate?’
‘Yeah.’
‘I want you inside me.’
‘Since you asked so nicely.’
When she finally manages to extract herself from him, it’s an hour later and her stomach is seriously complaining about the lack of food.
While he’s checking in with the rest of the band, Chloe brushes her wet hair then turns to face the enormous bed. There’s no way she’s leaving it like that for housekeeping to find. The pillows are on the floor and the sheet a tangled mess hanging over the side. As she does her best to make the bed, she looks over at her dress draped across the chair at the side of the room.
Last night had been incredible. She will never forget the feeling of taking Tate’s hand and stepping out of the car in front of all those cameras. The initial fear of the unknown had quickly disappeared with him by her side. Even when she was led away for a few minutes so he could get photos taken, she didn’t feel scared or intimidated. Everywhere she looked she saw familiar famous faces. And in the middle of it all was her Tate.
Watching him interact with the press, with the other celebrities, and having countless photos taken was surreal. It was like there was two sides to him. Seeing him in that environment last night, dressed the way he was... she couldn’t have been more proud of him. Or more attracted to him.
She knows he wasn’t looking forward to the evening. It was his first time in front of the world since he finished reh
ab. The fact he agreed to go in the first place was an achievement. Wining two awards was the affirmation he desperately needed. Hopefully, after last night, he won’t be so quick to second guess himself. He’s an incredible singer, songwriter, and performer. Nothing that’s happened since Christmas changed that. His confidence just needs to be built up again.
Tate steps out of the living room in his usual jeans and t-shirt. How the man can look equally good in a three-piece suit or jeans she’ll never know.
‘How are the guys?’
‘Yeah. Good. Pippa has a sore head. Not surprised with the amount she was putting away. Think she was making up for the rest of us not drinking.’
Chloe doesn’t comment. She doesn’t know Pippa and it’s not her place to pass judgement. As much as she wants to.
Tate has a problem with alcohol. Pippa knew that. While the rest of the table had shied away from the copious amounts of free drink being offered, Pippa happily drank glass after glass of champagne. Tate hadn’t been exaggerating the issue between Luke’s girlfriend and him. Pippa didn’t hold back on the dirty looks being thrown across the table.
It was actually a relief that she hadn’t acknowledged Chloe’s existence. Apart from glaring at Tate while she drank her expensive champagne, there was nothing from the woman.
As the night went on, Chloe couldn’t help but feel sorry for Luke. Pippa and her mood completely overshadowed the poor guy all night.
‘You hungry?’
Chloe nods enthusiastically. ‘Absolutely.’
‘We’re out of time to go anywhere. Our ride will be here in an hour or so. Pick what you want from room service.’ He pulls out his phone and grimaces. ‘I better take this. It’s my mum.’
Chloe peruses the menu as Tate has what sounds like a conversation with his mother he’s not winning. He ends the call and looks across at Chloe.
‘Is everything okay?’
‘Depends on your definition of okay. She was just quizzing me about you.’
‘Me? You hadn’t told her we’re going out?’
He shakes his head. ‘Nope. I’m sorry about this, but she’s insisting we meet up tonight for a quick dinner thing. She doesn’t take no for an answer. Ever. Could you spare a few hours?’