Beautiful Mistake

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “Be a good boy and stay still,” I instructed in a deep lust laden tone.

  I kissed his shoulders, then the side of his neck until I finally reached his mouth. I dove my tongue into him and sucked on his lips, passionate, feral, and in control. I kept going as I kissed up to his forehead and crawled up until I placed my hot, dripping pussy over his mouth.

  “Eat me,” I commanded as I rubbed my pussy into his face. He lapped at me like a puppy.

  His warm tongue dove in and out of my vagina then sucked on my swollen clit. I rocked on him, making him go deeper and deeper in with his tongue. Feeling him eat me out electrified my body and sent shivers up and down my skin. I couldn’t take any more. I lifted myself off of his face and danced my way down his body until my pussy was aligned with his massive hardness.

  “Yes,” he hissed with his hands grabbing for my hips.

  “Ah, ah, ah.” I lifted myself off him. “Remember, this is my show.”

  His eyes rolled back in his head as he let his hands fall from the bed, and he relented to me.

  “Good boy.” I then slowly impaled myself upon him, feeling his size fill me.

  I rocked him in deeper and deeper until everything shivered from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head. I moved slightly forward to get more leverage and started riding up and down on his cock. I was proud of him for letting me have this. I rode him soft and easy, feeling the friction build between us. I never let it get too rough, even though I increased my pace.

  His hips tried to meet my thrusts, but I had him pinned to the bed. He didn’t have enough purchase to slam into me as he had before when in the throes of passion. I was going to climax on my terms this time. I held his arms at his sides to make my point.

  “No touching,” I warned as I sat all the way down on him, feeling his cock slide deep into my body.

  The deep penetration was enough to make me crazy, so I impaled myself on him until I was sitting on his balls. It was at that point I lost myself. I was so dazed with love and need and who knew what else, my alpha game faltered. My arms went limp, and he took advantage of my euphoric state as his hands caught my hips and held me steady as he thrust in and out, remaining gentle, but determined.

  “I promise, baby. I won’t hurt you, but I have to do this.” He pushed in deeper than I thought humanly possible.

  I loved it and cried out as my mind began swirling with ecstasy. My stomach twisted in knots, my toes curled under, and sharp blades of passion sliced across my sex and my vagina clenched while I was gripped in an orgasmic vice.

  “I’m going to come,” I announced as I bounced up and down on him more and more until I was blind with passion.

  My pussy clenched hard, and I exploded around him. Just as I was blasting off to Mars, he flipped me onto my back, pumped into me with a few hard grunts and shot a load of cum deep inside. He filled me with everything he had, and he shuddered for a long time until he was so spent, he fell on top of me and didn’t move.

  His heavy body on mine made it hard to extract my arms from under him. He kept his wilting cock inside of me and suddenly, this wasn’t my game anymore, and I was okay with that. He needed this finale to be his. I stroked his sweat saturated back and just held him. No other man ever had me so completely as he did. I was starting to love him with my heart and soul, knowing that at the moment it was just sex and music driving us. Laying there, vulnerable in my arms, I knew he’d released a part of himself to me that he’d never shared with anyone.

  Chapter 7

  Sage

  I was nervous about letting Melody have sexual control. I’d always been an alpha, and the women I’d dated had never challenged that. I needed to be the leader in all things. My three brothers and I had dominant personalities. My mother and father were the same. Letting go and trusting someone else was daunting. Melody being in charge tonight proved my feelings for her were deeper than just lust and admiration. She was quickly infused into my soul. I laid on top of her catching my breath, still buried in her beautiful body. I wanted to stay like this with her forever, but as my sweat dried and chilled my body, I pulled out and moved to her side. My hand traced over her breasts.

  “That was amazing,” I breathed quietly.

  Her warm lips kissed my cold forehead. “It was,” she answered.

  We laid there for a while and said nothing to one another. I think neither of us had the ability to form words that were as meaningful or as important as just being there together. I had told her we were just going to fuck and smoke a fat joint, but our physical connection was deeper and more emotional than I’d ever expected. I was reeling in the aftermath.

  When the chaos in my brain had settled, I leaned on my elbow and looked down at her. “You’re unbelievable,” I complimented, stroking her skin.

  “Thanks,” she closed her eyes and let me touch her.

  “You wanna midnight swim?” I was calm and peaceful, and yet also restless.

  I wished I could have stayed in bed next to her and be content as she was, but inside I felt antsy. I wanted to have sex with her again; however, my cock wasn’t going to recover any time soon. I knew fucking again was out of the question, so letting the water cool my passions seemed like the next best thing.

  “Do you have a pool?” Her eyes opened in surprise.

  “Yes, on the roof. It’s my own private pool, and since it’s on the top of the building, no one can see us.”

  I sat up and got out of the bed, grabbed my robe from behind the bathroom door, and pulled out a long dress shirt for her. I placed the dress shirt over her shoulders, not wanting to cover her nakedness as she had the most incredible body. She had a tattoo of a bird flying up her arm and a dragon flying across the upper part of her back. Her legs were shapely with the perfect thigh gap framing one of the most beautiful pussies I’d ever seen. She was perfection.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I commented, and a small shy smile crossed her face. “The pool is just down the hall and up the stairs,” I said as I took her hand and led her out of my bedroom.

  When we got to the roof, I threw off my robe and dove into the water, not standing on ceremony. The pool was the perfect temperature, and it soothed my sex ravaged skin. The cool water was just what I needed to tame the beast threatening to overtake me. Since it was Los Angeles, the air was brisk but not cold. I always kept my pool heated for this reason. She dove in behind me, and we both played in the water. I splashed her relentlessly, and she dove underneath the surface to escape the onslaught and grabbed my balls in retaliation. Little brat. That was all she had to do to get me to stop torturing her.

  “Do that again,” I threatened playfully, “and I’ll have you right here on the roof.”

  “Will you now?” She smiled seductively.

  If we both hadn’t been so sore and tired from being up almost the whole night the night before and having just had sex, I may have made good on my threat. Instead, the two of us swam and played underneath the moonlit sky. It was fun. I had huge floating loungers that we laid on together and just watched the stars, naked and serene.

  I loved hanging out with her. Being in her presence alone was almost enough to never want anything else. As I laid there with her in my arms, the bond between us grew. I was feeling honest, safe, and reflective, so I confessed my deepest fear, hoping she’d somehow make everything right for me.

  “I’m not good at relationships,” I said out of the blue. “I haven’t had any that have lasted more than a few weeks. I mean, I’ve tried to remain friends with some of my exes and we’ve tried to sleep with each other occasionally, but I’ve never really invested myself in anyone. I always told women my music and my career were the most important things in my life. That was usually enough to end the relationship. I’m only twenty-nine, so I have time. I’m not in any hurry to rush into a marriage or a long-term thing.” I was rambling.

  “It’s only been two days, Sage. I’m not ready for anything long term either. I know we’re a “family,” but we
can and should take this slow. We both have a lot going on right now.” Her hand swirled on my chest, and she didn’t sound disappointed which made me happy.

  “I’m falling hard for you, though,” I confessed.

  “The view from down here is really nice.” She laughed. “I’ve already fallen pretty hard for you.”

  I laughed at her cute joke, but suddenly I was feeling that overwhelming stress again. “I don’t see how you and I can make any of this work, though. We’re both going to be really busy with our music and our lives … and we need to make time for each other too.”

  “I don’t see why we have to rush. Like I said, let’s take our time, play music, make love, do our thing.” Her hand swirled closer to my cock, which was starting to stir again.

  “Like just jam, fuck, and run around naked?”

  “Sounds good to me.” She smiled as her hand started to stroke my growing cock.

  She was my muse. Feeling her ignite my passions again confirmed she was my absolute inspiration. Not just in the way my body responded to her, but her music, her beauty, and her incredible personality inspired me to strive to be better.

  “You sure you don’t want more?” I was surprised that she was so chill with the idea of a noncommittal thing.

  “Of course I want more, someday. I would love a house and a family, taking my kids on tour, making music with the man I love, but I’m not in a rush. If you’re that man, Sage, then that’s amazing, perfect even. However, if you’re not, I don’t want to sew pieces of my shattered heart together. I don’t mind taking it all in stride until the time comes when I can’t anymore, and then we’ll deal with the bigger questions. I got this gig to do and music to work on … so men … or a man,” she looked me in the eye, “should not be my first priority anyway.” She stroked me harder. “But this is fun, and I could love you …” Her voice trailed off.

  She was everything I could have wanted, and I knew she was going to inspire me to write that hit song. I could feel it. The words, the tune, and the music would eventually come if I stayed with her. So for now, we were living in bliss, and it was the rightest thing in my world.

  We laid on the raft for a long time, her stroking my cock until I had a mild orgasm and dribbled cum down her hand. It was peaceful and perfect. We could have stayed there all night, but eventually, we both got wrinkly and cold. We dried off and went back to the house.

  I lit up a smoke and the two of us toked a few hits of marijuana before getting sleepy and crawling into bed. I fell asleep with her cuddled by my side. In my dreams I had visions of her beautiful body, she was singing and carrying our child in her arms; she was a goddess. I woke up from the dream and watched her sleeping beside me, so perfect with her purple hair and tiny upturned nose that had a shiny silver ring glinting in the light. I couldn’t resist her, so I spread her legs and played with her pussy while she slept.

  Chapter 8

  Melody

  I woke up in the middle of the night to him setting my pussy on fire with his fingers. We made love again, gently laying side-by-side. He entered me from behind, his body weight heavy on me as his gentle strokes pulsed in and out until we found our climax in a slow and sensuous dance. It felt so good to have him make love to me softly, kissing my back, shoulders, and neck as he eased in and out creating that delicious friction that made me crazy.

  When he finished inside of me, I hadn’t quite reached my peak, so he pressed hard on my clit. He rubbed his finger back and forth fervently as his cock pulsed his cum deeper inside as I ricocheted off him, feeling tense. I finally flooded his fingers with my passion.

  I heard him pop out, and the mix of our releases flooded the sheets. Not wanting to sleep in our aftermath, he cuddled me closer to him as we scooted to the edge of the bed. His body enveloping mine as I heard his heavy breaths. Sage had fallen asleep. I wanted to sleep and needed to sleep but was too overwhelmed to let sleep claim me. I tried to calm myself down and get some rest because I was really tired, but my heart was alive and kicking. There was no way it was going to settle down, so I decided I couldn’t fight it any longer.

  I carefully untangled myself from Sage’s arms and walked over to get my guitar. My guitar would always be my first love, and it settled me when I was feeling excited or anxious. I sat naked beside Sage and slowly strummed the strings. I gazed at his sweet gentle face laying on the pillow, sleeping soundly. I imagined what he may have looked like as a little boy, probably innocent with a little devilish streak.

  Now he was the man who had my heart. I couldn’t tell him I was falling in love with him and that he was the one I wanted to be my lover and father of my children. I could tell he was asking permission not to be my boyfriend as the idea of it seemed too constricting for him. I wasn’t sure what “not committing” looked like for him. Would there be other women? Was it just his time he didn’t want to be constrained? I wasn’t willing to give it all up yet, and I was serious when I said I’d let it all play out. That was the only real choice I had, so, like a million times in the past, I let my music say what my mouth could not.

  I watched his lean, muscular body breathe deeply. I looked at his tattoos and wondered what they meant to him. He had a Samurai with swords, an eagle, and a tomahawk. They were beautiful tattoos, so detailed, and the face of the Samurai warrior was exquisitely handsome but concerned and contemplative as he held his sword high over his head. The hawk had laser focus and the tomahawk, with soft feathers dangling down was poised to strike, but didn’t. I made a note to ask him one day what these symbols meant to him.

  His arms softly bent, and his flaccid cock, which I knew could grow to an incredible size, was laying sweetly across his leg. Everything about human sleeping in front of me was consuming my world. His sexy voice, his skill as a guitar player, his incredible cock, and the way he made love with it … ah, the only piece of him missing, was him. I didn’t really know much about the man behind the music.

  I sat there and wrote about loving a person who was so completely and beautifully present in your life. The person who you would take a bullet for, carry a child for and grow old beside. He was my happily ever after and yet, he was also an elusive prince, so I wrote a song in a spiritual gospel style. It spoke about ever after and what it meant, what it was, and how much of our lives were a fantasy.

  The music came easily and filled me with love and inspiration.

  “Ever after you and me, so happily, living the fantasy and I am fine … and we’re sublime as long as my eyes can’t see, what’s in front of me and that you aren’t real and never will be.”

  The song was upbeat and cautious and reflected my feelings perfectly. I ended it on an up note. The singer dives into the abyss and let's go to the bliss … because you only have today.

  I loved the song so much … it said absolutely everything. By the time I had finally perfected it, my eyes were heavy with sleep, so I set my guitar down and crawled back into Sage’s arms.

  “That was beautiful,” he said sleepily.

  “Mmmm,” was all I said as I nestled into his warm neck.

  I woke up to Sage kissing me all over from my head to my toes.

  “Oh babe, I can’t have any more sex. I’m completely spent and exhausted,” I grumbled, not even wanting to open my eyes.

  “That’s okay, babe. I just want to kiss you before I make breakfast.” He kissed my shoulder.

  “God, breakfast sounds amazing.” I laid my head back, not wanting to move.

  “Well, come on. Let’s shower and then you can watch me cook.” He popped out of bed, saluting like a soldier.

  “I’m not getting in the shower until you take care of that thing. I’m too tired to be of service this morning.” I closed my eyes and was immediately hit with a pillow. “What? I’m communicating my feelings. Couples, even people who just fornicate, should communicate,” I said sarcastically, not meaning to rhyme.

  “I’m being passive-aggressive, and I want you in the shower. If I can’t have you, at leas
t I can see you naked,” he pretended to argue. He had a fair point.

  “In a minute.” I figured that would buy me a little time.

  I waited for a little while then joined him in the shower. He soaped my body and washed me while I enjoyed his attention. After he finished washing my hair, we dried off, dressed, and went down the hall to his state of the art kitchen.

  “Geez, this place is insane!” I noted as I took a seat at the kitchen island.

  “I only furnished it, my mom and dad are the ones with modern tastes. They really love to buy houses. They have a bunch all over the world and, thanks to Air Bnb, they keep making millions. They’re like a hotel chain almost. So, it looks like I have pancakes, granola, eggs, and spinach, what will it be? The cleaning lady must have stocked me up. I usually don’t have this much food around.” He grabbed the spatula and swung it in the air.

  “Egg whites and spinach, please … and coffee. Do you have coffee? If not, I’ll walk barefoot, naked in sub-zero degree weather to get some for us,” I teased scanning the kitchen for a coffee maker.

  “No need to brave the perfect California weather in your jeans and T-shirt to suffer the Starbucks line, I’ve got a bunch right here. Do you like a dark roast?” he asked, pulling an espresso grinder down from the shelf.

  “I love it, the darker the better …” I winked. “Just like my men.”

  “I hope you’re talking about their souls and not their skin; otherwise, I might be on the pale side,” he joked as he poured dark glossy beans into the grinder.

  “Their souls, silly. I don’t care what color a guy’s skin is … although I must say, you’re no Lenny Kravitz.” I licked my lips seductively.

  “Yeah, no one is … sadly.” He ground the coffee and got to work on breakfast.

  As I watched him putter around the kitchen, I felt inspired to share the song I’d written in the throes of passion last night.

  “Hey, is it okay if I give you my Christmas present early? I know Christmas isn’t for a couple of days, but I want to give it to you when it’s just us.” I dangled my feet, swinging them back and forth on the barstool nervously waiting for his answer.