Guitar Face Series Box Set: Books 1-4

by Sasha Marshall

  Come on, Hen. Come on me. Please fucking come undone while I’m inside of you. As if she could read my most inner thoughts, she moves her hands around to cup my ass and pulls me in harder, faster, and deeper.

  “It’s right fucking there,” she says as she chases her release.

  “Ahhh, fuck me!” she yells out as her eyes flutter shut. Her mouth drops open slightly, her head falls back and her back arches. Now that my friends, is what a woman is supposed to look like when she comes. I put an arm behind her arched back and pull her as closely as I can get her to me. I feel the walls of her cunt spasm and clamp down on me. Jesus Christ.

  “Fuck!” She calls out.

  When the spasms cease, she falls limp in my arms, making me smile. I put an arm behind her arched back and pull her as closely to me as I possibly can. I slow my rhythm so she can come back down to me.

  I kiss the side of her mouth and ask, “You okay?”

  She opens her heavy lids and gives me a sated smirk, “Yeah.”

  “I’m not done,” I say and hope it’s okay if I keep going.

  I have never in my life told a woman I wasn’t done, I’ve just always taken it until I was.

  Her thumb pulls on my bottom lip and before she kisses me, she says, “So what are you waiting on?”

  Before I can drive back into her, she pushes against my chest. When I lose my balance, she hooks her legs around me and flips me onto my back. Dammit girl. She slides me inside of her and eases all the way down my shaft. Fuck me. Her hand presses down on my chest as she rides me, grinding at a slow pace. When I die, I want this to be heaven, fucking her nonstop. When we’re dead there’s no reason to eat, drink, use the bathroom, or shower… unless it’s continuing doing this.

  I miss her lips, so I lean up to pull her to me, but she pushes me back down.

  “Not yet,” she smiles.

  Her body moves with such grace as she slides on my dick. I want to kiss her so bad right now, but I can’t say I’m not enjoying the view. The ecstasy has her round tits swollen and her nipples hard. Her lean stomach and curvy hips are on display for me and since I can’t kiss her I rub my hands all over her body, not wanting to miss a fucking inch. When she lets out another moan and closes her eyes, I have to hold back. I want her to breathe into me when she comes.

  She licks her lips and her tempo falters. When her pouty lips part, I know she’s about to come again. I sit up fast from the bed and wrap an arm around her back while the other grips her hip. I kiss her gently, but she tries to close her mouth.

  “No, open up,” I say.

  I take over and thrust into her with quick movements, exchanging oxygen with her as she chases her orgasm.

  “Kip,” she says.

  “Give it to me,” I beg.

  “I’m…” she starts.

  “Oh Hen, please.”

  Her pussy quivers as she cries out in ecstasy, while I swallow her cries of pleasure into my lungs. Beautiful. She collapses onto my shoulders and her body shudders a few more times. She’s spent after two orgasms. My ego just swelled in size. I guide us to the edge of the bed and place my feet on the floor. Gripping her hips, I guide her body up and down my shaft while I give her a few moments to recover. She’s wrapped up in me, her arms around my neck and her face buried in the crook of it.

  When she unwraps herself, she leans back to watch me taking over control of her hips. I lean in and kiss her swollen lips, guiding my tongue into her mouth. She tastes like whiskey and Henley. She speeds up her pace until she’s bouncing up and down on my dick. Jesus Christ. Something inside of me snaps.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” I command.

  She obeys. so I stand us up and take a few steps until I press her against a wall. I wrap a hand around the side of her neck and pull some of her hair into my fingers. My other hand supports her ass as I drive into her over and over again. I fuck with everything I have, fast, hard, and raw. Every time she moans I speed up my pace, not able to stop until I come undone inside of her. Henley bites her lip and I lean forward to pull it out with my own teeth.

  “Come again,” I demand.

  “I don’t know…”

  “I’m not stopping until you come again,” I warn.

  “Kip, I’ve had two,” she argues.

  “Third time is a charm, boo.”

  I fuck so hard I swear my dick is going to explode. I can’t finish until she gets another one. Watching her mouth part and hearing the sounds come out of her one last time might be enough for me to hold on to. It might be enough to help me remember this really happened.

  “Fucking come, Hen,” I beg.

  “I’m almost there, just keep fucking,” she whispers.

  I continue to pound my dick into her, waiting for the telltale signs I’ve learned that signal to me she’s going to erupt. Her eyes flutter shut first, and she gasps for air. I wonder if she closes her eyes so she can concentrate on the feeling of me inside of her. I pull her bottom lip in between my teeth again, then lower my head to pull her nipple into my mouth. I nip and suck and that does it. She trembles and shudders while moans slip past her parted lips.

  I stop holding back. I release her nipple and crash my mouth into hers, bruising us both. We kiss roughly as I feel my own orgasm start to build somewhere in my body.

  “Fuck,” I growl.

  “Take it Kip,” she encourages.

  It builds and builds and right before it pulses in my dick, I shout out in pleasure.

  “Shit,” I growl as I empty into her.

  My knees are weak and there’s no way in hell I’ll ever get us back to the bed, so I slide her down the wall as I find my knees. She’s still partially on the wall, but I’m still supporting her and inside of her. As we both gasp for air, I hold her face in my hands and litter kisses on her forehead, then her eyes, the tip of her nose, her jaw, and then softly on her lips.

  We sit there like that for some time. We kiss and touch each other all over. I could never go back from this. I could never fuck a random chick again after knowing it could be like this. I’ve always tried to be a thoughtful lover, making sure a girl got hers and not treating her like a whore afterwards, but this is something entirely different. I’ve never held anyone after sex, and I’ve sure as hell never known what it was like to want to continue kissing and touching a woman after I spent my load.

  “I need to get you cleaned up,” I say.

  Henley smiles and nods.

  It takes a lot of strength, but I manage to stand with her around me and walk us to the bathroom where I place her on the counter and pull out. I reach for a cloth under the sink and wet it with warm water before I clean my come off her legs and in between them. I reach up and kiss her while I do it because I can’t seem to get enough.

  “Are you on birth control?” I ask.

  “Yeah. I’ve got the implant in my arm. It’s more effective than pills,” she answers.

  “So I can keep bare backing you?” I ask.

  “I hate condoms,” she confesses. “They smell bad, and can pinch at times. It doesn’t feel nearly as good for women either.”

  “Necessary evil though,” I admit.

  “Yup. I’m clean, Kip. I got tested after the last time…. which was months ago.”

  “I haven’t had sex since I last got tested either.”

  She nods and smiles up at me. I swear to God she’s glowing. I don’t know if my dick ever made another woman glow before, but I sure as hell won’t be disappointed if she glows every time I’m inside of her.

  “I’m gonna shower,” I advise.

  “K,” she says and jumps down from the counter as I run the shower.

  Chapter 2

  Kip

  The warm water cascades down over my head and down my tired muscles. My body is tense from the stress of my father’s death. I’m not sure if I’m upset by his departure or because my mom is so distraught. The last time I saw or spoke to him was when I came
back from California to record. I saw him once, we had words, and that was it. That was our last exchange. I walked away after I’d ignored him. I refused to sit at his dinner table and fight with him in front of my fragile mother, no matter how much I wanted to slam my fist into his face.

  I walked away to keep the peace, to save my mother the anxiety over our inability to bond. I think back to my first memories of him, and I can’t find one single moment where he smiled down at me like Henley’s parents do when they see her and Koi, and even me. I never remember him hugging me or telling me he loved me. Not once did he read me a bed time story or put me to sleep. He made it to one little league game and only berated my efforts on the field. I was seven and had only hit a double. A double wasn’t good enough, it wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t a home run. I remember holding my tears back until we reached home where I hid behind the comfort of my door and cried. He wouldn’t step foot in my room because he just didn’t give a shit.

  I’d like to say my father was just a hard man that had seen so much while protecting our freedom and serving our country that he was incapable of letting his guard down, but that wasn’t the case. He never gave a shit about me or mom. I don’t remember ever hearing how they met or the details of how they fell in love. Most kids know that shit about their parents, even if their parents aren’t together. They still know how two people met and created life, but I don’t. I don’t know if they were excited about my conception or if they were scared. I doubt he ever wanted me.

  I place my hand on the wall and lean forward as the water continues to drip down my body, mixing with the tears that fall from my eyes. I cry for the father I never had, for the one who never loved me. He didn’t understand his own son and never made the effort to. I got good grades, was a gifted student, and a damn good musician but it never seemed to be enough to make him love me. I took care of mom, paid the bills, kept her out of trouble the best I could, and left him alone to play soldier. I didn’t ask him for a goddamn thing, but even I have to admit I wanted the bastard to love me. The silent sobs wrack through my body as I grieve for something I never fucking had.

  Hands wrap around my midsection, small soft hands that now know my body. I want to tell her to leave me be, to let me cry alone so I can say I was strong and stoic in the midst of tragedy, but I can’t do it. I need her to make it better because since the day I’ve met her she’s always made it better. She gave me a childhood, a family, love, and now her. Finally, her.

  She hugs me from behind as I sob, pressing her petite body against mine. Henley doesn’t speak or try to stop my tears. I guess she understands the need to purge the pain better than anyone. She understands what it means to be lost in the world and feel like it’s difficult to keep your feet on the ground.

  The water runs cool before she releases me. She steps around me in the shower and ducks in between my arms that remain on the shower wall. She turns towards the wall and adjusts the water temperature before she turns to face me. Her hands rub down my arms before she reaches my shoulders, trail up my neck, and then hold my face between them. I don’t open my eyes, I just let her take care of me. Henley kisses my tears away before she grabs the soap and cloth and begins to wash my body. She handles me like glass, like I might break or shatter underneath her touch.

  She takes her time cleaning me, and then she eases me into the corner seat of the shower. She adjusts the head on the shower so it sprays on me, returning to massage shampoo into my scalp. It helps to relax me a little. Her fingers continue to massage my scalp as she washes the suds from my hair. When I’m clean, her fingers knead into my shoulders working at the knots. I let her soothe my soul, and before the hot water is completely cold I grab her hands and stand to look down at her light ash eyes.

  I reach up and move the shower head back down to us and then use my fingers to work the water through her long blonde hair. The need to kiss her overcomes me so I lean down to touch my lips to hers and slip my tongue inside. For however long it takes to wash her hair and body, I keep returning to her lips.

  When she’s clean, I pull her around my waist and press her back into the wall where I push inside. I can’t pull my lips away from hers though, so I sweetly move in and out of her body. I want to break from her and tell her I love her… that I always have. I’ve told her I loved her before and it meant so many things, but it always meant this. Now that I’m inside of her I’m afraid to utter the words I’ve said a million times over the last sixteen years. I’m afraid my love is too much for her, or at least right now. I want to tell her I want her to be mine, and only mine, but I think she knew that when she took my hand and decided to travel this road with me. Kip and Henley could never be casual lovers, only forever.

  She bites my lip when the ecstasy creeps up on her, furrowing her brows and gasping. I take in every feature and expression of her face as she comes apart. I can’t come until she’s done. I can’t miss a second of this, of me inside of her, of her coming while I’m inside of her. When her eyes fly open, I follow. She pulls my mouth back to hers as I come inside of her, and rains kisses on my cheek while I catch my breath.

  ***

  After I shower and dress, I find something for her to wear from her suitcase. She pulls on the clothes quickly and climbs into my bed.

  “Come lay with me,” her voice is sleepy.

  I didn’t think I’d be able to sleep, but I crawled under the cover anyway, and pulled her small body to mine. After I tangle my legs with hers, she tucks her face into my neck and is sound asleep within minutes. I listen to her steady breathing and feel my eyes grow heavy moments later.

  I realize I fell asleep when I wake alone in my bed and cold. The urgency to piss prevents me from going back to sleep so I take care of business, then sit on the edge of my bed trying to get the grogginess to pass. I wonder where Henley went. I reach for my cell and look for the time to see it’s two in the morning.

  Panic sets in. She left. Oh fuck, I fucked her, and she left. She freaked out and left me. What did I do? I buried my pain inside of her and she left when she woke and realized what I’d done.

  Fuck!

  I throw on some shoes and head downstairs to check for any sign of her or see if mom’s seen her. I take them two at a time and run through the family room and skid to a halt into the kitchen where I see Henley, her mom Grace, and my mom sitting at the kitchen table with mugs of coffee and photo albums I’ve never seen before.

  “Hey,” Hen looks up and smiles at me.

  “Hey,” I say out of breath.

  “You okay, Kip?” Mama Grace asks.

  “Uh, yeah. Sorry I didn’t realize what time it was,” I answer.

  I look across at Henley who redirects her attention to a picture.

  “You were such a cute baby,” she laughs.

  “Who grew into a sexy man,” I answer and the women laugh.

  “You want some coffee?” Mama Grace asks.

  “That would be great,” I say.

  “Come on baby, let’s go get you a cup,” she stands, grabs my hand and takes me to the kitchen with her.

  She drops my hand and begins to make me a cup of joe.

  “When did it happen?” she asks.

  “Ma’am?”

  “You and Henley.”

  Fuck.

  “On tour. Just a little over a week ago.”

  She turns and hands me a cup of coffee with a shit ton of sugar, just the way I like it.

  “I thought it would happen before now. Caleb… his death sort of threw life into chaos for a while though. I always wondered when you were kids if you had ever come together.”

  “No ma’am.”

  She looks at me long and hard for a moment. I’m not sure what she’s looking for though. When she closes the space between us, she places her hands on my cheeks like a mother would.

  “My sweet boy. You are such a good man, and it breaks my heart that you don’t see that. You are the kindest man I’ve ever met, Kip.
You’ve always loved her, yeah?”

  Tears swell in my eyes because this woman loves me more than either of my parents ever did.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  “Then why did you stand by and let Jagger happen? How could you possibly watch that?” she asks.

  “Caleb died and Henley was gone for so long and so was my opportunity to make a move I guess. When she came back around, Jagger and she were like two magnets and it had to be resolved, Grace. There was something between them that had to be resolved. I tried to be happy for them, and I guess I was. I gave up hope that I’d ever be with her, and then he tore her apart. So, once again I didn’t have an opportunity to tell her. I honestly didn’t plan on it happening when it did. It just did, but I didn’t let her run away from me because I think she thought about it for a minute. You know, she asked me the same thing you just did?”

  “So you stood by and watched fire and gasoline collide? Those two were explosive.”

  “We all have to make our mistakes in life, Grace. You taught me that. We have to live and fuck up to learn and grow as human beings. She and Jagger both needed to get it out of their system and be able to learn and grow from it. I had to let her do that. I told her when she asked me the same question that sometimes a person is supposed to be in your life at a certain point so you can become the person you’re supposed to be when it’s time to be with the person you’re supposed to be with.”

  “Henley and Jagger hurting each other was bad, because it hurt a lot of people in the process, and we had to watch them both suffer. They made mistakes and hopefully learned from them. I know my daughter is happier and more at peace than she’s been since Caleb left us, but Kip and Henley… tearing each other apart isn’t an option, love. If you two do this and it falls apart, this whole family falls apart. You’re a Hendrix…”

  “Ma, that sounds incestuous and scandalous,” I tease.

  She laughs, “You aren’t blood related, son. Anyhow, just make sure you both understand the repercussions of a relationship between the two of you falling apart. I’ll have two children who won’t speak, and two people will lose their best friend, their other half.”