“That wasn’t dancing, Tallia. That was fucking foreplay,” he says, stepping into my space as “Teacher” by Nick Jonas starts. He then takes my hands and puts them on his hips. “Your little hands go here, not on his, feel me?”
I nod as he places his hands over mine and drags them up under his shirt as his hips start swaying to the music.
As Nick’s voice booms “Oh my, oh my, oh my God” over the speakers, Memphis’s hips circle while he moves down slowly until he is hip level with my hands on his shoulders. I close my eyes and start swaying as his hands run up the back of my thighs and stop right below my butt. Then he lifts the hem of my tank top with his nose and runs it across my stomach before I feel his tongue against my skin.
My knees weaken, and I clutch his incredibly strong shoulders while he continues to lick, kiss, and graze his teeth across my now exposed flesh. He senses it and places a kiss on my hip as he slowly kisses up my side and then turns me so my back is against his body. He takes my hands in his and runs them up my body as he sings, “So let me teach ya,” in my ear, sending chills all over my body.
My hands now rub up my front and over my chest, and he groans in my ear.
“So let me teach ya,” he sings again, my hands now behind his neck.
“Hold tight; don’t let go,” he commands against my neck. “Rock with me.”
He sways, and I follow his lead as his hands grip my hips and pull me toward his hard body. And his body is hard everywhere.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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POW! EXPOSED
Memphis
“Feel what you do to me?” I say in her ear. I am in a club with hundreds of people around and hard as steel. “Fuck, Tales, you can move.”
While her body presses more tightly to mine, I see her chest rising quickly up and down.
“So sexy, Tallia. Fucking heartbreaker.” I know she is. I feel it deep.
“Me?” She looks up at me like I’m nuts, flashing me those eyes. They look like that place with the witch, the dog, the lion, and the scarecrow. Aw, fuck, what’s it called? The John Lennon song’s one. “Good-bye, Yellow Brick Road”?
I move back to those fucking eyes. Fuck!
“You make me insane. Those emerald eyes, that tight body, those lips, and don’t even get me started on POW!” I say, turning her back to me.
“Pow?”
“Your ass, Tales, it’s like POW!”
She blushes, giggles, and shakes her head. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy in lust over you,” I tell her, and I’m not kidding. “Tonight’s the night, Tales. I’m going to show you what it’s like to be rocked.”
Once she swallows hard and gives a slight nod, I look up and see the boys surrounding Madison. She is laughing, and so are they. When Finn looks at me, I mouth, “Cover me,” and he nods, stepping in front of Madison’s view.
I run my hand up Tally’s back and she squirms. I love it. I grip the back of her neck gently enough but also letting her know who is in control. Then I use my other hand to lift her chin, and her eyes roll slightly and close.
I lick my lips at the same time she licks hers before pressing my lips and swiping my tongue against hers. She opens to me, and I slowly stroke my tongue along hers, unable to hold back the urgent growl rising in my throat.
My hand leaves her face, grabbing her ass and pulling her body to mine. She takes in a quick breath as I roll my hips against hers, showing her exactly what I was talking about, showing her what she does to me. When I lick inside of her mouth again, I am that little blonde chick, and this porridge is just fucking right: clean, sweet, fucking mine.
I open my eyes to find she has hers open. Emerald City, that’s what they are.
“Fuck, Tales. You taste like fucking more. I want more.” My lips crash against hers, and she meets me with just as much urgency, her tongue coming out to play. How she strokes my tongue is hot and sweet.
I bring my hands to the side of her face, tilting her head so I can get in farther. My tongue needs control—I need control—so I take it.
Breathless, I eventually pull back while she leans into me, wanting more.
“Damn, Tallia.”
She opens up Emerald City, her chest rising and falling, nipples hard as hell. She is trying hard to control her breathing, looking confused.
“Talk to me, Tales,” I say, knowing she can’t.
“I-I—”
I take her hand and pull her behind me, walking by Madison and the boys.
“Tales needs a break. We’ll be upstairs.”
“You okay?” Madison yells to her over the crowd.
“Stubbed my toe,” Tales responds.
I have to bite my cheek so I don’t laugh.
We get upstairs to a private box overlooking the dance floor, and I shut and lock the door behind me.
“Breaking all the rules, are you?” I smile a little as I turn to look at her.
“I lied. I know it’s wrong, but—”
“And you suck at it,” I say, taking her hand and leading her to the U-shaped couch.
“Do you think she knows?” she asks as she sits down and clasps her hands together on her lap.
“No,” I answer, grabbing two bottles of water. I open one and hand it to her. “You drunk?”
“No,” she says, looking at me like I’m crazy.
“I don’t want any excuses, Tales. When we do this, it’s us—you and me, sober.”
“Do this?” Her voice squeaks.
I look at her and try to push away the annoyance the question gives me.
“This happens tonight, you feel me?”
“This?”
“You and me, naked and sweaty. I have three more nights after tonight, and I am telling you right now, I need to get this out of my system. I want you so fucking badly, and I know damn well you want me, too.”
“Everyone wants you, Memphis,” she whispers, looking down at her tangled hands.
I sit down next to her. “I’m sure anyone who got close enough to smell that … that fucking smell you emit feels the same.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She scowls slightly.
“Pheromones? Your perfume? You? Fuck, whatever it is, it’s insanely sexy.” I want out of this conversation and into her. It’s confusing, that smell.
She opens her mouth to respond, but I don’t give her a chance.
I grab the back of her head and pull her toward me. My lips smash against hers, and she whimpers. My tongue pushes into her mouth as I pull her on top of me.
“Memphis,” she moans as I kiss down that pornographic neck, licking, sucking, tasting, and trying my best not to eat it or mark its perfection. As my lips come to the base, I have no desire to stop there, so I don’t.
I pull the back of her tank top up and unclip her bra with one hand. Her back arches, and she whimpers again.
Her shirt is off, and her bra is fucking next. I would tear it, but I need to slow down, or it’s going to be over before it begins.
“Tales, no one has ever made me feel so fucking insane before. I am losing my mind,” I say between kissing and nipping down her shoulder, pushing her bra strap down as I go.
Her body trembles as I pull her leg up so she is straddling me while taking the strap in my teeth and lifting her arm as I pull it free.
“Memphis,” she gasps as I kiss the soft silhouette of her perfect, little globes, heading toward her peaked, little ruby reds. “Stop.”
Fuck, I scream in my head and look up.
She looks stunned, covering her mouth.
I pull it away. “Talk to me, Tales. Tell me what you need me to say, to do in order to get deeper inside of you.”
“This is wrong,” she says quietly, looking down and covering her breasts.
“What feels wrong about it?”
“You, me. It’s not like—”
“Like what?” I ask as my hands rest on her thighs.
“We’ll see each other again.”
“Right and it will be uncomfortable.”
“Only for a while.” I can’t help smirking. “You’ll stretch, get accustomed to my—”
She slaps my shoulder lightly and covers her mouth to muffle her laugh, completely letting her tits show again. She notices when I make it obvious, so being the … gentleman I am, I pull her against me so they’re covered.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to make you more comfortable,” I tell her, holding her tightly to me with one hand as I lean forward, looking into Emerald City as I pull my shirt over my head and kiss her hot, little mouth again.
When I pull the shirt out from between us, she gasps into my mouth, and I kiss her harder. Her hands grab my shoulders, and I feel her push slightly. Then she shocks me by pulling me closer.
Her tongue strokes mine, and I release her back to cup POW!, pulling her snuggly up against my rock hard erection.
She whimpers, then tangles her hands in my hair. I feel the muscles in her ass clench. She’s trying to hold back, so I raise my hips a bit and give her a nudge. She cries out and tries to pull away.
“Tales, did that feel wrong?” I nudge her again.
She cries out, “No.”
“No as in stop? Or no as in it feels fucking good, Memphis?” I ask with another nudge.
Her body quivers, and she bites my collarbone as she cries out against my flesh.
I grab her hips, knowing she’s on edge, and I know damn well I am going to be the one to push her right the fuck over.
I guide her back and forth against my strained, denim-covered cock.
“Memphis, stop. Oh, please stop,” she says, so I ease up, but she is rocking it now.
Back and forth, her hips move as I kiss her neck with POW! firmly in my hands.
“I can’t—”
“You’re there, babe. Let go. Take what you want, what you need,” I groan as I suck on her neck.
“Oh, Lord,” she says as her body stiffens, and then she cries out my name.
“Fuck,” I whisper, pulling her closer as her body relaxes against mine.
She is panting, and I feel her heart racing, beating like a drum.
I rub slowly up and down her back as she comes down from an orgasm. She doesn’t move, even when I know she has come back down from cloud Memphis. Her body grows tight again, less relaxed.
I let her sit there for a moment because, quite frankly, my cock is hard as fuck, and the pressure against it is welcome.
Finally, she sits up and scurries off my lap, her knee nailing my sack.
“What the hell, Tales?” I half-laugh, half-groan as I grab myself. “Da fuck?”
“Sorry. That was … um—”
“You better get over here and kiss it better, Tales,” I groan.
“What?” She looks at me in confusion.
“You kneed me in the nuts.” I rub myself a little.
She gasps and covers her mouth. “Sorry.”
“Kiss it better, and I’ll—”
“Will not.” She laughs nervously.
“Fine.” I give an exaggerated sigh. “At least come back over here.”
She shakes her head as she grabs her tank top and puts it on.
“What’s the problem?”
“Embarrassed,” she mumbles.
“Because you got off on my lap?”
“Memphis, good Lord,” she grumbles, making me smile.
“It was fucking hot, Tales,” I say, standing up and reaching down my pants to adjust myself. “That’s a first for me, sweet cheeks.”
“Well, me, too,” she says as she reaches behind her and tries to snap her bra back on.
I get up and walk behind her. “I am giving you a hand.” I do it slowly, purposefully. “Why is this going back on?”
“Because,” she says and steps forward, “they’ll wonder where we are.”
“They know where we are, fixing your banged-up toe.” I pull her back by her bra strap and attack her neck.
She squirms. “Tickles.”
“Tastes fucking good.” I lick her again.
The door handle jiggles. “Open the door!”
“Oh no, oh no, no, no—”
“Sit. I’ve got this.” I walk toward the door and get hit on the back of the head with my shirt. I look back and give her a what-the-hell look, and she smiles and shakes her head, then looks down. “Foot up on the couch, sweet cheeks.”
I throw my shirt on and open the door as Mads is about ready to beat it down again.
“I can handle my damn self,” she huffs with a smirking River and Finn following her in. Billy looks annoyed.
“What the hell’s going on?” I fixate on Billy.
“Those guys came back. I was dancing with them and he”—she points at Billy—“started shit with them.”
“No, Madison, they pushed past me and—”
“Man the fuck up, Billy. You want a piece of me, take it,” Madison steps up to him.
“Whoa, whoa! What the hell did you just say?” Billy gasps.
“Pft.” Madison pushes past me and heads to Tallia. “He’s lyin’, and denyin’, Tales. Who the hell wouldn’t want a piece of this?” Tally laughs as Mads puts her head on her shoulder. “How’s the piggy?”
“Fine.” Tally leans her head against Mads.
“Did my brother try to get down your pants? ’Cause, if he did that, I would cut—”
I smirk. “She tried to get in mine.”
“Lyin’ and denyin’.” Tally giggles.
Her giggle hits me in the junk, too. It makes me smile.
“Tell yourself whatever it is you need to, Tallia Annabelle Priest. You know you want me.” I wink.
“Her initials are T.A.P.?” River laughs. “If that’s not an omen, man …”
I smirk because I have thought about those initials for years, but I never wanted to embarrass her that badly.
Billy starts to walk out.
“Where are you going?”
“Your sister told those guys to back off; they didn’t listen.”
“How do you know? You weren’t even…” Madison snaps, and he interrupts.
“I just do,” Billy snaps back then walks out.
River follows. “It’s about to get fun up in here.”
“Let’s go, ladies.” I nod to the door.
“No,” Madison whines, sticking out her bottom lip and the whole thing.
“Queenie, get your ass—”
She stands up. “I have to pee first.”
“Right there.” I point to the private bathroom.
“Right there,” she mocks, then stomps and whines all the way there.
“Meet me out front?”
“Yeah, man. You get the chicks. I’ll grab the dicks,” Finn says as he walks out.
As soon as he’s out of earshot, Tally jumps up. “Your shirt is on backwards.”
I look down. “So?”
“So, they’ll notice.”
“I’m pretty sure they’re gonna notice what’s going on between us. I have no intention of hiding it.”
“I don’t want Madison to think less of me, Memphis.”
“Less of you for wanting me?” I point to myself ‘cause I’m pretty sure she just insulted me.
“The way she talks about your groupies … I don’t want her thinking I’m like—”
“You’re nothing like any of them, Tales. Come on, she would never—”
“She would, because I do,” she says quickly then covers her mouth, surprised by what she said. She clears her throat. “Your shirt, please.”
“If you want it fixed, come and fix it. I couldn’t give a fuck less what anyone thinks about me.”
She groans before walking over and pulling my shirt up. “Happy?”
“No, not fucking really.”
I pull my arms out, and she turns the shirt ov
er.
“All better.” She steps back, and I grab her hand.
“Let me ask you something, Tales?”
Her eyes dart to the door and back to me. She is panicking a little.
“How do you think I feel about this situation? Do you think I consider you to be like the women I’ve fucked?”
She pulls her hand back. “You haven’t fucked me.”
I swear to God my jaw hits the ground when she says fuck. At the same time, my dick is instantly hard.
“Tales.” I can’t even hide the growl. I am amped up and ready to rock. “You’re right, but you’ve fucked me, so let me ask you something: do you see me the same way they do, like a conquest, like something you can check off your bucket list?”
“Screw you, Memphis!”
“What did he do now?” Madison asks as she walks out of the bathroom.
“Nothing,” Tally says as she hurries away.
“I stubbed my fucking toe,” I say, opening the door. “Ladies.” I pause, hoping that stings her a little, exactly like she just stung me. “Let’s go.”
We are at the top of the stairs when I see Billy swing and connect with some preppy fuck’s nose.
“Get the fuck out of here!” I yell at Madison and Tally as I skip about twenty stairs to get to the bottom.
It’s a fucking brawl. Finn is lifting some fucker up by the collar, and River is ducking, weaving, jabbing, and laughing his ass off. Billy sees me out of the corner of his eye.
“Look out!” I yell as the bastard he hit nails him in the nose.
I dive into the crowd, swinging. Motherfuckers don’t fuck with my friends.
I feel someone grab my arm, and I swing and make contact with the face of the same fucker that was giving me hell about Tales. I feel something sharp hit the back of my head, and then liquid heat.
I turn and swing, and before I can stop myself, I see the broken bottle.
“Fuck!” I scream when I connect with the broken bottle. “Motherfucker!”
I swing with my other hand, knocking the fucker out with a right uppercut. I then feel someone pulling me by the back of my shirt.
“Get him the fuck out of here.”
I grab my left hand and pull it tightly to my chest where blood is pouring out. I am getting dizzy.
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