by Sarah Curtis
"Do you play?" she asked with a nod to the guitars.
"A little."
"Will you play for me?"
He traced a finger down the exposed skin of her back, creating goose bumps down her arms. "I'd rather play you." He found the clasp at her neck, unsnapping it. The bodice of her dress fell to her waist as his hands reached around, palming her breasts. He pressed his erection into her back, his lips finding her ear. "How many notes can I make you hit? Shall we find out?"
She emitted a deep moan when he pinched her nipples, rolling them, while his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking the skin between his teeth, biting lightly.
"I do love that sound, but shall we try an octave higher?" he murmured, tracing a path with his tongue back to her ear, capturing the lobe and flicking it with his tongue. He unhooked the button at her waist, and her dress fell from her hips, puddling on the floor.
Her head lolled back, still in her ridiculously high heels, it smacked against his shoulder. His hand skimmed her lower back over her hip to her stomach then down into the front of her panties. The pad of his finger found just the right spot, slowly circling the already slick nub, his other hand kneading and squeezing her breast. "Oh, God."
She heard an answering muffled groan, his face, again, buried in her neck.
In a blink, his hands were gone, but only for a moment. She soon felt them on her shoulders as he spun her around, so she faced him. She carefully stepped out of her dress as he backed her up a few steps, stopping her when her legs hit the bed.
"Sit." He gave her shoulders a slight push, her ass encountering the cool material of the comforter. He took a few steps back, and she looked up. His eyes were on her, blazing, a deep rich brown. His expression was fierce, jaw locked tight, hands fisted at his sides. He looked hungry, no starving, and she was his feast.
Oh, boy.
* * * * *
He had to get himself under control. His dick was so hard it was straining within the confines of his slacks, begging to be set free. Fuck, she was perfect, sitting there waiting just for him. All for him.
She was his.
He slowly loosened his tie as he took her in. Tits, perfectly shaped with dark-rose nipples and voluptuously more than a handful. Tiny waist, flaring hips, and slightly rounded stomach, the skin smooth and creamy, completely unblemished.
Finished with his tie, he shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it carelessly to the floor then got started on his shirt buttons. "Take off your underwear. I want to see my pussy."
Her eyes widened, but she did as he asked, hooking her thumbs in the waistband, slightly raising her hips then peeling them down her legs. Getting hooked up on her shoes, she made to take them off.
"No, leave the shoes on."
She took it upon herself to lean back on her hands and part her legs. His nostrils flared, and he licked his lips almost positive he got a whiff of her pussy, and he couldn't wait to dive in.
He peeled off his shirt, throwing it on top of his jacket and toed off his shoes before prowling back to her, getting on his knees before her. He picked up her foot, raising her leg, his tongue coming out to flick against the small rounded bone on her ankle. His eyes skimmed the length of her leg, pausing at her fully exposed and open pussy before continuing up. He caught her eyes with his. "I'm going to feast on you. Tell me you want that."
She answered by spreading her legs wider.
"I want words, mi amor. Tell me to suck your pussy."
She licked her lips. The pink tip of her tongue teasingly darting out. His cock throbbed in response. "Please, I want your mouth." She punctuated her statement by sliding her ass to the very edge of the bed.
He placed his mouth on her inner thigh, nibbling kisses up its length, the scent of her pussy drawing him in like a tracking beacon. He parted her lips with his thumbs, licking through her folds. Her taste so intoxicating, he knew he would never get enough. Could never get enough.
She pressed herself into his mouth as he sucked on her flesh, lapping up the juices hitting his tongue. She made a sexy-as-fuck mewling sound in the back of her throat that had him reaching for the button on his pants.
"Fuck, I'm so hard I'm about to explode, and my cock hasn't even touched your pussy yet."
She dropped her head back, the movement pushing her tits out. "Then stop teasing and fuck me."
He stood, pushing his slacks and underwear over his hips, her eyes flaring as he came into view. His fist tightly gripped the base of his cock, hoping to get it under control.
She sat up, her eyes never leaving his dick. "Change of plans. I want to taste you."
He never thought he'd turn away a blow job, but just the thought of her full, ripe lips surrounding his cock nearly had him coming. The reality would send him over the edge. "Your mouth on me, sweetheart, don't think I would last."
She shrugged, her hands reaching around to grab his ass. "We've got all night."
Then he was at a loss for words, too overcome by the sensations of her lips slowly sliding down the length of his cock, her heat engulfing him as she took him in deeply to the back of her throat. His hands guided her head, his fingers entangling in her hair.
Fuck, her mouth felt like heaven. Now, forever spoiled, he knew no other mouth could ever compare, and he seriously hoped she didn't have plans for at least the next sixty years.
He felt his balls tighten as she sucked him off, her tongue doing some crazy shit, bringing him over the edge. He loosened his hold on her hair, shouting a warning—which she did not heed—right before he emptied himself into the back of her throat.
He pulled himself from her mouth, taking a few seconds to get his breathing and heart rate under control. He'd never come so hard and unbelievably, his dick was already stiffening in anticipation of coming in her pussy.
He fully removed his clothes then went to the nightstand and pulled a condom from the drawer. "We'll both get tested, soon. I don't want anything between us. You on birth control?"
She nodded slipping off her shoes and scooting to the top of the bed to pull down the covers. "I'm on the pill."
"Good." He helped pull the covers back then slipped between the sheets pulling her into his arms. "I've been very neglectful," he said rolling her under him, his mouth latching onto her nipple, sucking deeply.
Her back bowed off the bed, her hands made a grab for his head, her fingers digging into his scalp. She groaned his name, and he swore, never hearing anything sexier. He moved his mouth to her other nipple, paying it the same respect, until her hips started moving, rubbing herself against him.
He spread her legs so he could fall between them then slid his dick through her folds, testing her readiness before slowly slipping inside. It was his turn to groan. Fuck she felt good. Warm and tight.
Her fingers trailed down his back, her hands finding his ass, nails digging into his cheeks, encouraging him to thrust harder. Grabbing her legs behind the knees, he raised them, dislodging her hands. "Reach above you and brace yourself with the headboard."
Without hesitation, she did as asked, and he pounded into her harder. He was getting close, and he could tell from her whimpers she was getting close too, but he needed her to find it. Removing his hand from behind her leg, he reached between them and found her clit, circling the tiny bud until she cried out, begging him not to stop.
Soon her lips parted in a silent scream as her legs tightened, squeezing him about the waist. His lips crashed down on hers, his tongue thrusting into her mouth at the same time he pushed into her one last time, coming.
* * * * *
He rolled them to their sides. Both breathing hard, he buried his face in her neck, giving her light
kisses between breaths. His hand slowly rubbed over her ass, down the back of her thigh, then up again. It felt good, so she hooked her leg over his hip giving him easier access, encouraging more. She ran her hand through his hair, loving the feel of the silky strands between her fingers. She grew relaxed, the pulls through his hair coming slower as she started to drift.
"Te quiero con todo corazon, mi amor."
Her eyes popped open, and she leaned back to see his face. "You said that earlier too. What does it mean?"
He sighed. "I thought you were asleep."
She shook her head and waited, refusing to give him an out.
He rolled to his back, bringing her with him, tucking her into his side and laying her head on his shoulder. He encircled her wrist, placing her hand on his stomach. "Te quiero con todo corazon, mi amor," he spoke soft and slow, inching her hand up, stopping when it covered his heart. "I love you with all my heart, my love."
Her heart stopped for a few beats then started pounding again, crazy quick.
"Your heart rate spiked. I can feel the pulse at your wrist. I scared you."
She got up on her elbow so she could look at him. "No, you didn't scare me, but I am scared because I think I love you, too."
He raised a brow, a cute little pout tugging at his lips. "You think?"
She smiled. "No, that was a lie. I'm just scared to say the truth out loud." She thought for a moment. "How about I say it like this." She reversed their hands, taking his wrist and placing his hand over her heart. "Tee cue erro con too do cora zan, mi amor."
And...he laughed at her. Trying desperately to suppress a smile, she exaggerated a pout. "Here I am, pouring my heart out to you and you laugh?"
"I'm sorry, mi princesa, but that was the worst accent I've ever heard."
Still fighting her own smile, she failed spectacularly when she started to giggle. After a minute, she got herself under control. "Okay, say it again, slowly."
He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Te quiero con todo corazon, mi amor."
"Tee cue ero con todo core zon, mi amor."
He smiled, leaning up to kiss the tip of her nose. "Better."
Sighing, she stated, "I'll never get it right."
"Yes, you will." He tucked her head back under his chin then wrapped her tight in his arms. "We've got the rest of our lives for me to teach you."
Closing her eyes, still scared but finally willing to take a chance on love, she fell asleep with a smile on her lips.
Epilogue
A little over a year later
"I've got everything taken care of on my end. You got everything squared away with Steph?"
"Yes. I just got off the phone with her. Alice just left your house, and I'm en route to pick her up now."
Max sighed as he nervously paced the ballroom. "Okay, good."
"You know, I'm still not happy with all this sneaking around and lying to my best friend."
"We both know if I were to have asked her, she would've hemmed and hawed for months just to be stubborn, when in the end her answer would be yes. I'm saving her stress by springing it on her last minute."
"I know, you're right, and that's the only reason I agreed to these shenanigans." Alexis giggled. "You know, she complained because she said the dress Alice brought for her looked more like a wedding gown than a ball gown."
Max stopped pacing and scowled into the phone. "She's wearing it though, right?"
"I think so. She didn't say she wasn't."
"Leave it to Steph to be stubborn without even knowing it."
Alexis giggled again. "I'd better go. I'm almost at your house. Steph and I will be there in twenty."
Max disconnected a smile tugging at his lips. He couldn't wait to see Steph's face when she arrived. He recalled the past year, the highs and the lows—Steph could be one stubborn woman—and he wouldn't have changed a thing. He looked forward to the rest of their lives with Steph by his side.
Battle number one had been getting her to move in with him. He'd understood she liked her space, her independence. But he'd wanted her in his space, dependent on him. This was when they'd learned to compromise. Sit down and talk things out. She'd learned it wouldn't be so terrible depending on him for certain things and he'd learned, giving her space wasn't the end of the world so long as they ended each day in each other's arms.
Battle number two had been a tougher fight. Getting her to quit her job and come work for him. She hadn't wanted a free handout. He hadn't wanted her running around in a skimpy outfit with guys trying to pick her up every night. She hadn't liked the idea of people thinking she got the job solely because she was fucking the boss. He hadn't liked the hours she put in, the times she had to work, and how tired she was at the end of a shift. Again they'd compromised. She'd agreed to come work for him if she didn't work for him. It hadn't been his ideal, but hey, that's what that compromising shit was all about, right?
He was certain that wouldn't be their last battle, he could see many more on their horizon, but he would love every second of them because just having Steph in his life as his love was worth the fight. And the making up part wasn't too bad either.
He made his way over to where Jack, who held a squirming Amber Lynn in his arms, was talking with his parents, Frank and Barbara Cole. They'd be hosting their annual New Year's Eve party in a few short hours, and he was grateful they'd allowed him to use their ballroom for his secret wedding ceremony on such a busy day.
Having their wedding today served two purposes. First, it was on this day a year ago Steph had finally agreed to go out on a date with him and second, thinking she was attending the Cole's annual ball, she wouldn't become suspicious with the dress he'd chosen for her to wear. Yes, it was white and mostly lace, but it was also form-fitting and could easily pass for a ballgown.
Steph's dad walked into the room, his wife Linda on his arm with her two daughters trailing behind. Steph had gotten to know and truly like the three new additions to her family, even Brittany, once she got the hint and stopped flirting with her man. He waved the group over.
"Everything good?" Jack asked.
Max looked at his watch. "Yeah, as long as the minister arrives before the girls do."
Jack elbowed him in the side, pointing at the door. The minister. Thank fuck.
The time had finally arrived. He'd just received a text from Alexis, she and Steph were pulling into the driveway. Everyone got in position. Max and Jack standing with the minister at the front of the room, Steve by the door, waiting to walk Steph to Max, and the rest—Linda, her daughters, Jessica and Brittany, and Jack's parents, holding a still squirming Amber Lynn—sitting in chairs they'd brought in for the occasion.
Max fiddled with his bow tie, smoothed the sleeves of his tuxedo jacket, and checked to make sure his cufflinks were in place.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Nervous?"
Max gave Jack a sheepish grin. "More anxious. I've been waiting for this day for over a year."
Jack raised his brows. "You were that sure Steph was the one?"
"From the moment I first laid eyes on her."
"Same for me with Alexis." He shook his head. "Funny how that love at first sight shit will fuck a guy up."
A commotion had all eyes turning. Max's breath stilled as his heart pounded, feeling as if it were about to escape his chest. Steph, his real-life princess, the love of his life stood in the doorway.
* * * * *
"Why are you acting so funny, and why are you holding my hand?" Steph asked Alexis as they ascended the stairs leading to the ballroom. She knew they were early for the party but figured Alexis had thing
s she needed to do.
"I'm just so excited," she said, squeezing Steph's hand, making a high-pitched squeal noise.
Steph eyed her suspiciously. Alexis was usually a happy, peppy person, but this attitude was a little over the top, even for her.
Steph did her usual look around, eyeing the paintings, but the house was eerily quiet distracting her attention. She'd never been to the Cole's home when it wasn't teeming with people and attributed that to the weird vibe she was feeling.
Wanting to break the creepy silence, she said, "Max didn't say what time they were coming. Did Jack?" The boys were meeting them later. They'd had a meeting with people from out of town they hadn't been able to reschedule.
"Oh, um, no, but I'm sure they won't be too late."
They'd just reached the top of the stairs and Alexis, gripping her hand tighter—if that were even possible—dragged her to the open door of the ballroom. "If you let go of my hand, I promise not to run off, Mommy," Steph said maybe just a bit more sarcastically than she'd intended.
"Yeah, well, we'll see about that," was Alexis's cryptic reply, but before she could call her out on it, she saw her dad standing in the open doorway.
"Dad? What are you doing here?" She looked past him into the room. A long, thin, red carpet led to Max and Jack, looking sharp in their tuxedos, standing next to a woman holding a folder and wearing a black robe. Her step-mom and sisters along with Jack's parents sat in chairs, off to the side. All eyes were on her as things started to click into place.
Her head jerked back to Max. He wasn't smiling. In fact, he looked a little ill, as if he may pass out. She took a step his direction, but her dad halted her, taking her arm. "I need to walk you down the aisle."