by Brandy Ayers
Lacy whimpers and rubs her hips against me, my distended cock pressed between us.
“You might be a brat, but you’re my brat, and I love everything about you.”
Lacy’s eyes slip back down to my chest. “No one has ever said that to me. Said they loved me. At least not that I remember. Maybe my Mom did, but I was too young to retain it.” Her shimmering eyes look back up to me. “Thank you.”
Pride strikes me right in the chest, my heart swelling and beating in a way I’ve never experienced before. I’ll be the one to give Lacy what she needs, protect her, from the moment I beat the shit out of that rapist bum to the moment they put me in the ground.
Unable to hold back any longer, I take her mouth in a hungry kiss. Immediately, her tongue finds mine, and we’re clutching at each other, trying to get as close as possible.
“Need to feel your skin.” I rip her dress over her head, quickly followed by my own shirt. The second our naked chests touch, I calm. This is right. This is where we belong.
Everything slows. Now that the heat of her presses against me, the frenzy of just seconds ago clears away. There is no need for it. Forever stretches before us, and I plan to use every second of that time to make her happy, to give her all the love she’s never known before.
I glide my hands down the curves of her body. The calluses of my fingers scratch against her perfect skin. Hooking them into her panties, I slid the smooth silk down her legs to puddle at her feet.
Before I can reach for her, Lacy backs up and lays down on the bed, pushing aside the clothes she’d piled there. “You thought it would be that easy? Thought you could lie to me for weeks and then fuck me?”
Her words aren’t said in malice. Her eyes are playful, mischievous.
“You’re going to stand there.” Lacy’s hands skate down her belly, her fingers creeping slowly between her thighs. They're closed tight so I can’t see all that I crave. Just her fingers rubbing up and down between her swollen pussy lips. “You’re going to watch. No touching. Not even yourself. You’ll see what bad boys get when they don’t behave.”
Fuck. Me.
Chapter Eleven
Lacy
In all our encounters, Scott has always been the one holding the reigns. Even when he let me be on top, it was still him in control. Now that I’ve taken the lead, I find the power goes to my head.
Because, yeah, I want to punish him a little for lying to me for so long. And this is how we communicate, how we correct. Through sex.
Scott stands there, his hands fisted at his sides so tightly, I can see his knuckles turning white, an accomplishment with his deep bronze skin. My hands are both shoved between my thighs, my breasts plumped up between my straightened arms.
I’m wet. No, soaked. The fire in his eyes and the tension visible in his muscles as he keeps himself back ramps up my need. “Good boys get to touch this pussy, Scott. Are you a good boy?”
“I’m not a boy. I’m a man. Your man. And I swear, I’ll be the best damn man you’ll ever meet.” The words are low, grit and smoke churned up through his vocal chords.
“But men tell the truth. Men are brave. I think you need to see what you’ll miss out on when you’re a bad boy.” I let my knees fall open and spread my feet wide on the bed. Nothing is hidden from him.
A few dresses still litter the bed, and I push them aside with one foot.
The movement distracts him, and Scott’s eyes drift to the mess I’ve made. “Why did you empty our closet? I don’t like not having your things hanging next to mine.” There is regret in his voice, a tinge of panic. Not as bad as when he thought I was packing to leave, but still recognizable.
I want to punish him, but I don’t want him to doubt my intentions. I’m not going anywhere. This is my home now. The first place I’ve felt safe. Free. I have no plans to leave. Ever. “It’s what I do when I’m mad. I re-organize my clothes.”
Getting back on track, I slip my fingers down inside my pussy lips, then sweep them back up as I separate them, exposing my cunt to his eyes.
He groans.
“Can you see how wet I am? Even when you’ve been bad, you still do this to me.”
He inches closer, but as soon as he does, my fingers still and I shoot him a look that needs no interpretation. “Please, Lace, let me make you feel good.”
“I can make myself feel good. Just like I can take care of myself.” I run my middle finger back down to my entrance, pushing inside and thrusting a couple times. Lust is throbbing through my veins, pooling between my legs. My fingers feel good, but I know his will feel better. “I let you make me feel good. It’s a privilege. One you earn.”
Scott runs a hand over his face, tugging at his beard, his signs he’s on the brink of losing control. That little move makes my walls clench around my finger. So, I add another. My breaths come faster. Pulse quickens. A drop of my juices runs down between my ass cheeks, and Scott licks his lips.
“Take off your jeans. I want to see you while I pleasure myself. But don’t you dare touch yourself. If you do, I won’t let you watch while I come.”
Silently, Scott obeys my order, and I can’t help but admit to myself that watching him do as I say sends power zinging through my body. Is this what it feels like to Scott when he spanks my ass?
“Hand me the black shoe box.” I nod to the floor and watch as he bends to pick up the box and lay it at my side. “Back to the end of the bed. If you’re too close, I know you won’t be able to control yourself.”
“That’s cute that you think being at the end of the bed is going to give me more control.”
I send him a wink and move one hand to open the box while still slowly fucking my pussy with the fingers of the other. Clumsily, I shift through the box of goodies, one of the ones Syn gave me in addition to the dresses. She used to sell sex-toys on the side to help make ends meet. Thanks to my posts, she no longer has to and gave me the extras. I haven’t used a single one, since Scott takes care of all those needs for me.
“I’m not sure anything in here can compare to your size.” I pull out a big purple dildo, and yeah, it doesn’t even come close to the monster hanging thick and heavy between Scott’s thighs.
Scot growls and takes a step forward so his knees are pressed against the bed. “Nothing inside you but me, Lacy. Not even silicone.” Anger and arousal swirl in his eyes.
I’m half tempted to get myself off with the big toy just to really punish him. But he’s right. I don’t want something fake filling me when the real thing is within reach.
But I can tease him a little. I wrap my fist around the dildo and bring it to my lips, licking the smooth head. It lacks the salty taste of Scott and does nothing for me. But the way Scott’s chest heaves with the effort of holding himself back does.
“I don’t know. Toys don’t keep secrets.” I move the dildo between my legs, shifting the hand that had been playing there to my breasts. I spread my juice across my nipples. They glisten, and Scott’s eyes shift restlessly between my pebbled points and the purple toy which I rub lazily up and down my slit. “You want to taste me, don’t you?”
Scott nods.
I sit up and hold my fingers to him. Planting one hand on the mattress, Scott leans forward and sucks them into his mouth. His eyes slip closed, and an expression of pure ecstasy washes over his face.
“Maybe I should let one of these toys have my ass first.” His eyes pop open, and pure anger lives there, but he keeps sucking my fingers. “I know how badly you want to be the first to break me in back there. Would taking that honor from you teach you a lesson?”
He bites down on my fingers, and I gasp, the sharp sensation making my toes curl against the sheets.
“Don’t you dare.”
Slowly, I lay back down. I put the dildo to the side and pick up the small bullet vibrator. This I have no issues using while he watches.
“On your knees, Scott.” No hesitation, he does as I ask. “Hands behind your back.” He obeys, and that se
nse of power surges inside me again.
I scoot down so my pussy is directly in front of his face, feet propped up on either side of the bed. “You’re going to watch me come. You aren’t going to touch yourself. You aren’t going to touch me. If you can do that, I’ll let you make me come again with your mouth. If I’m feeling nice, I’ll let you fuck me to a third orgasm. But you don’t get to come inside me tonight.”
Scott’s eyes on me are a wildfire, damn near burning me from the inside out. There is no doubt he is willingly giving up control to me. He knows as well as I do that he could flip the script and take me anyway he wanted right now, and I’d love it. I’d welcome it. But somehow, he senses how much I need the control in this moment. Whether it is simply to prove a point or to take back some of the confidence the events of today damaged, I don’t know. But I need him to follow me. Words aren’t needed for him to understand.
I’m already wet and primed, so with the bullet pinched tightly between my fingers, I press the vibrating little piece of silicone just below my throbbing clit. Immediately, my back arches and my thighs widen further. Circling it around, I don’t touch the little bundle of nerves begging for attention.
“Fuck, Lacy. You are so beautiful.” Scott licks his lips. Leans in close enough I can feel his warm breaths washing over my already heated flesh. “All pink and wet. Come so I can taste you. I need you.”
“I need you, too. But you know why you can’t have what you want yet.” I arch my hips off the mattress so my pussy hovers right before his face. “Now be a good boy and watch what you’ll miss if you ever lie to me again.”
He groans, and I swear the sound waves coming from that low rumble amp up my quickly approaching orgasm. Slipping the hand not holding the vibrator down between my legs, I swirl my fingers around my entrance, then plunge one inside. Holding my finger, now coated in my juices, in front of his mouth, I don’t need to tell him what to do. His mouth envelops my finger, and I press the bullet directly to my clit. Somehow, his thoroughly cleaning my digit elevates my orgasm to damn near apocalyptic. Balanced on my shoulders and feet, I twist and arch even more dramatically.
As soon as the orgasm begins to ebb away, Scott lunges. His hands clasp around my hips, drawing me to him and hooking my legs over his shoulders. I barely get a breath out, and his tongue laps at my entrance, cleaning the wetness from between my legs. But it’s a losing battle he’s fighting, because his ministrations have my sex weeping for more.
“So fucking sweet and salty. Just like you. Perfection.” He returns to his work. Sucking and nibbling on my clit.
It’s mere seconds before I’m blasting off again, into the stratosphere where all I can see is stars and bliss. And Scott. His intense gaze stays with me through it all.
I’m still coming when Scott gets to his feet, scoops me up, and turns around so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and I’m straddling his lap.
“Can I?”
I nod, and he positions himself at my entrance, slowly sliding his cock inside me. I’m swollen and on edge and so goddamned wet, that I moan and sigh and want to cry all at once. “Don’t come inside me.”
“Please. Please. Lacy.” His words are sharp notes puncturing the scant air between our mouths. “I need to be inside you. Not just now. Always. Somedays, it is the only way I stay sane, knowing even when my cock isn’t stretching your pussy that a little piece of me is still inside you. That I never really leave you. I can’t stand knowing I won't be in there. Please.”
His rough hands pump me up and down his shaft, angling my hips so the blunt head of his dick rubs against my walls with every thrust. Those hands are so wide, his thumb can reach my clit even while his fingers press into the flesh of my hip.
“I want you there too. Always. But that takes trust. You dented that. A lot.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my vulnerability suddenly too much. I don’t want him to witness how close I am to falling apart.
“Oh Jesus, I’m so fucking sorry. That tears me apart. I hate knowing I’ve done that.” He threads his fingers into my hair and pulls me back, so I have to look at him. “I love you, Lacy. So much, it is terrifying. And now that I know I have your heart, I’m going to protect it so fucking hard. You’ll never wonder. Never. I swear. I’ll fix it.”
We stare at each other as sweat drips down between us, my thighs burning from swift speed of our fucking. Or making love. They seem the same somehow. It doesn’t have to be slow and sweet to be love. It can be fast and dirty and love.
“I can’t last. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Lacy you need to get there. And you need to tell me where to come.” He dips his head, sucking one of my nipples hard into his mouth.
My nails claw at his back, and I know there’ll be marks there when we’re done. Good.
The third orgasm is quickly taking away any reason and making me forget why I’m punishing him. Those eyes are so full of regret and passion mixed together, I know I don’t want his cum anywhere but where it belongs.
“Come inside me. I trust you. I love you. I want you inside me, always.”
Our lips seal together. He pinches my clit, and I scream into his mouth, my body going limp from the pleasure. Peripherally, I realize Scott is yelling my name as he empties himself deep inside me, holding my hips in a grip so tight, he’s marking me just as much as I did him.
We cling to each other, regaining our breath, and with it, a little bit of sanity.
“Don’t hurt me, Scott.” The tears that I never let fall before today track down my face. I’ve cried more today than in all the years since my mother died. “Everyone I’ve ever loved has hurt me. Please, don’t be the next.”
He holds me tighter, placing a gentle kiss to my shoulder.
“On my life, I swear.”
Chapter Twelve
Scott
Had I known telling Lacy the truth would be this freeing, I wouldn’t have been scared shitless to tell her who I was. The month since it all came out has been better than anything I could have ever imagined.
Never have I felt this connected to another person in all my life.
“He lives!” Geoff clomps into my apartment, not bothering to knock. It’s cool, though. We knew he was coming, so Lacy and I are fully clothed for once. It doesn’t happen often.
We do that back-slapping hug that lets us maintain our masculinity while showing another dude affection and break apart.
“So, this is what’s kept you in hiding, huh?” My drummer, and best friend, gives Lacy a slow perusal up and down her body, and I slap him upside the head for checking out my woman. “Damn, I had a piece of tail like that, and I’d never leave the house either.”
I’m about to put him in his place when Lacy speaks first. “If you had a piece of tail like me, you’d be required to shower more than once a month, brush your hair, and buy some clothes that didn’t smell like cheap whiskey. So, it’s best my tail stays where it is. For both our sakes.”
I swear, Geoff’s jaw is on the floor. Recovering quickly, he rears back with a deep laugh. “I like her. You need a no-nonsense broad.” His meaty hand claps down on my shoulder before he goes walking back to the studio to set up his kit the way he likes it.
The renovations are finally done, and today, the whole band is coming over for our first session. Lacy’s going to be taking some pictures and clips for social media, which she’s now handling for the whole band. Turned out our PR team was loyal to the record company, so we had to find a replacement fast. Lacy was more than happy to help out with the social stuff, and she recommended a guy to handle press and tours.
With the help of my lawyer, Lacy was able to set up a corporation so she could start charging for her services again. We never did hear back from that fucking agent who showed her the pictures, so her accounts are still on lock down. It doesn’t even matter anymore. We’re moving on.
I throw my arm around Lacy and pull her in for a kiss. We keep it short and PG rated since the man-baby is lurking around the place. “I love th
at you just put him in his place. One more thing to add to the list.”
“I love that you were about five seconds from beating up one of your oldest friends for me. But there is no need. I can tell Geoff is about as threatening as a Saint Bernard.”
“Yeah, but I drool less.” The fucker waltzes back in and goes straight for the fridge. He grumbles about the lack of booze, and I just shrug. Finally picking out a sports drink, he comes back over to us. “So, when’s everyone else getting here?”
As if his words conjure the rest of the band from thin air, suddenly, our normally peaceful place is filled with cursing rock stars. Everyone is hugging and pushing at each other. We turn into a pack of puppies when we all get together. That night I saved Lacy from the attack was the last night the band was together. Our last show with the record company. The future stretched out in front of us as free agents, and despite it being scary as fuck, we’re excited to see where we go without being shackled by a bunch of pencil pushers.
“What do you say, fuckers? Should we record some music?” The guys yell out affirmations, and we head back to the studio. Happiness like I’ve never known flows through my soul. I got my arm around my girl, my band at my back, and music swirling in my head, begging to be let out into the world.
It’s six hours later, and we finally decide to take a break. Lacy stuck it out for the first two hours, but once we get in the creative space, the rest of the world fades from around the band. The guys all raid my fridge and call every takeout place in a ten-block radius while I go in search of my brat. Maybe I can convince her to lift her shirt and let me lick her pussy while she bends over the desk. The office is sound proofed, so we don’t bug her while the guys are here. Playing always makes me horny. Something I ignored when I was celibate. But now I’ve got Lacy to unleash the passion that builds up in my body while playing.