“I can’t wait.” He turned her again. “I need you.” His palm rubbed her mound, as his fingers parted her lips and teased her clit. “I love you.”
She moaned when he put more pressure on her clit. “Love you too.” Then a finger slipped into her pussy. He toyed with her again, making her wetter and wetter.
“Ready?” His lips brushed over her neck.
Not able to talk, she nodded. Her eyes closed as he took a step back. When he pressed the head of his cock into her, she leaned back. Her head resting on his shoulder. She gasped as he thrust in further.
He sighed in her ear as he gripped her hips. “God, Noelle… Ah, damn.”
Slowly, he buried himself into her. It was more intense than ever. The sound of the surf somehow made him feel like they were completely alone, yet part of something bigger. Every stroke brought more pleasure. When finally, he couldn’t get any deeper, he wrapped his arms around her and looked over her shoulder at the ocean.
“Not quite as beautiful as you,” Dominic whispered. “But I love listening to the ocean. Wish I had bought a vacation house on the shore… I mean, beach.”
She put her hands on his arms. “You still can.”
“True.” He held her tight, and then ground into her. “Would you share it with me?”
With a smile, she replied, “Of course.” Then she leaned back, looking up at him.
He kissed her lips. “Then it’ll be a great place.” For a few seconds, he imagined them listening to the waves while they lay in bed. When the image faded, he groaned and pressed her to the railing, bending her over slightly. “For now…” He withdrew and pushed back into her. “…we have this.”
Words stopped when he thrust into her again. They moaned as one. He gradually built up his rhythm. Noelle clutched him tighter and cried out. He gasped as her pussy pulsated around his shaft. Dominic’s fingers dug into her sides. She leaned forward a bit more, her body unable to stay still.
“Perfect,” Dominic murmured.
His strokes came faster as the pleasure built. Her moans grew louder, which fueled him even more. The need to hold her close, faded when she cried out again, calling his name. He couldn’t hold out. Her internal grip sent sparks to his groin.
“Fuck… Noelle! God, Noelle!” He clung to her as he pumped semen into her. Pulling her upright, he wrapped his arms around her. “Damn, that was so much better than I expected.” He sighed into her hair, still lodged deep within her.
They didn’t move for a few minutes. When Dominic pulled out, Noelle turned around in his arms. “Can we walk on the beach? It’s beautiful.”
He closed his eyes and stiffened, unsure. Images came to him, but for the first time, tears didn’t sting his eyes with the slight ache. He took a deep breath and slowly looked down at her.
“Sounds good.”
Feeling his hesitation, she touched his cheek. “You sure? Something’s wrong.”
“I’ll tell you… while we walk.” His eyes shut again while he nuzzled her neck. “It’s not easy.”
She rubbed his back. “I know.” The whispered words filled with emotion. She knew the talk would be about Claire. “I’ll always be here for you.”
“Thanks.” He tugged her inside. “I know you will.”
After showering, they dressed in casual clothes and headed downstairs. Dominic stood at the end of the concrete looking at the sand. For years by then, every time he stepped foot on it, his heart raced and memories flooded his mind. However, that had not started. He glanced at Noelle. She was waiting patiently, her shoes already off.
“We don’t have to do this,” she assured him. “If it’s too much, I’ll do it another day without you.”
He breathed deeply a few times. “I want to. I’m just nervous.” The admission was difficult, but he felt safe and calm with her. He took her hand in his. “Slow though, OK?”
She nodded and let him lead her. “We can go back upstairs whenever you want.”
After a few steps, he stopped and turned to her. “Claire loved the beach.” Her smile gave him strength. “We used to come as much as possible.” He started towards the surf again. “We rented a bungalow once, for a weekend. She was out in the water at like seven every morning.”
Watching his face, she saw him smile. That was a surprise. “I would be, too.”
“Yeah.” He kissed her hand. “You have a lot in common with her.”
She froze. “Is that why you love me? I’m like her?”
He spun, shocked at her tone. “I love you for a lot more than that.” He searched for the right words. “I only noticed recently how much like her you are in some ways. There’s a lot that’s different too. It’s just… because you’re like her, I understand why I fell in love with you. It’s the big heart and love of life in you. She would have liked you too. The day I realized that, was the day I accepted my feelings for you. Even though I still fought it.”
She stared at him. “I was scared that…” She sniffled, tears starting to fall. “I don’t want you to look at me and see her.”
“I don’t. I swear.” He pulled her into his arms. “What we have is so different. It was unexpected and welcome.” He kissed the top of her head. “You helped me heal more in a few weeks than I have in 15 years. That alone makes our relationship unique to me. I don’t mean to compare. I just meant, you like some of the same things and… you love me for me, like she did. No one else ever has.”
She gripped the back of his shirt. Her fear had gotten to her. “I’m sorry. I thought…”
He quickly lifted her face and kissed her hard. When he pulled back, he softly told her, “I know. It’s OK.” He touched his forehead to hers. “I’ll put it in a better way next time. Can we walk again?”
“Yeah, sure.” She stepped back and followed him to the crashing surf. They let the water touch their toes. “It’s getting cold.” She squealed, then laughed at herself.
Dominic smiled. “Can I tell you something else?”
“Another memory?” When he nodded, she grinned. “Tell me.”
He closed his eyes, seeing Claire as if it were yesterday. “When she was pregnant with Annabeth, we spent every other Sunday at the beach. I can still see her kicking the water at me while I tried to take her picture. One day she wore this long flowing white dress. She looked like an angel. Except for the huge belly, of course.”
“I’ve seen those pictures.” She was glad he shared them with her. “She was beautiful.”
He sighed. “Yeah. She was.” He tugged her hand to his chest. “This is the first time I didn’t freak out here. Well, at a beach I mean.”
“Progress is good.” Noelle was glad to support him. “Glad you can get through it this time.”
Feeling the same, he put an arm around her shoulders. “It feels right with you.”
They continued walking until there was an unlit area, and they turned back. With every step, Dominic could feel he was letting his family go a bit more. The pain had dulled, and the memories made him smile. Never in his wildest dreams did he think it was possible. His guilt had finally subsided, and he no longer blamed himself. It was the best feeling; relief.
“I’m tired.” Noelle leaned her head on his arm as they approached the rear of their hotel. “Do you mind if I go to bed?”
He let her hand go and wrapped an arm over her shoulder. “As long as I can hold you.” He paused. “Instead of flying home after this, can you come to my place for a while?”
Knowing she needed to work on songwriting, she wasn’t sure she should. The band had still not decided which record deal to sign. Going with Demonfire meant being in New York for an extended time. That had advantages and disadvantages. Mitchell and Emilio were fine with it, but Jack and Trevor wanted to stay in Seattle.
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” she started out. “But I have to work on music.”
Dominic stared straight ahead, disappointed. “Yeah, work is important.”
“So are you.” Noelle tugg
ed his hand to make him stop walking. “The fact is, you inspire me, but I am so distracted by desire, I can’t focus. I don’t wanna leave.”
He closed his eyes, wishing their obstacles were smaller. “What if you accept Jon’s offer? Then you’ll need to be around anyway.”
“We haven’t chosen yet.” She cupped his cheek and looked up at him. “Look at me, please.” When he did, she smiled. “Me, Mitchell and Emilio want that. It’s not majority rules. We all have to agree, or things fall apart.” She chewed on her bottom lip, worried what she said next would upset him. “Jack and Trevor are married and have kids. They don’t want to leave them for weeks or months.”
That was something Dominic had not known. Neither wore a wedding ring. He thought about other Demonfire bands that did not live on the east coast. “Jon’s put families up in his house and I think once he let a band record at a local studio and send in the tracks. He and Tommy are flexible.”
“I’ll tell them that.” She sighed. “This is a big deal for us. It’s across the country. I don’t really have any ties there, but everyone else does.” She got on tiptoe and kissed his lips. “I’ve never written music alone. We kinda jam, and it just happens. Weird, I know, but it’s our way.” She played guitar, but only when writing music.
He tugged her into an embrace. “It’s not weird. I’m glad you told me. How about just a few days? I’ll give you some space to write. Or we could play together so you get in the groove.”
“You really want this, huh?” She couldn’t deny she did as well. He nodded and nuzzled her neck. She loved when he did that. “OK. I’ll give you as much time as I can.”
He squeezed her tightly. “Thank you.” His voice was soft. “Just tell me if you need some space.” He knew she had not lived with anyone since Stephen, other than the tour bus. They walked up to the suite, hand in hand. “Do you want a drink or something to eat?” He had adjusted well to being in a relationship.
She smiled. “No. I’m fine.” She led him to the bedroom. “Tomorrow we can have breakfast together.”
The four-poster king bed dominated the room, but the dark dressers and nightstands on either side went well with it. Noelle undressed and slipped into the bathroom. Dominic also undressed. Then sat on the bed waiting for her. They had unpacked a bit before heading to the beach. All their toiletries were in the bathroom.
When Noelle was done, she slinked over to Dominic and stood between his legs. “Much better.” She kissed him hungrily, her exhaustion evaporated.
“You taste good.” Dominic pulled back. “Let me brush my teeth too.”
Relenting, she stepped back then climbed on the bed and slid under the covers. ‘I’ll be waiting.”
He looked back at her and grinned. “You better be.”
Chapter Thirty Seven
Tommy woke up to the bus shaking. Did I pass out last night? He opened his eyes, surprised he was in the bus’ bedroom. Then he turned over and discovered he wasn’t alone. A naked woman lay next to him, asleep, her back to him. Dirty blonde hair, milky white skin, no tattoos, no visible piercings but her ears. He couldn’t see much of her, though. Who the hell did I bring back here last night?
Then the bus hit a bump. “Shit!” He never let women travel with him.
Gently, he turned her over, and his mouth dropped open. It was Andy’s sister Jen. Fuck! Andy was going to be pissed. The last thing he remembered was doing shots with Jon and Dean. A few flashes of laughing and some conversation came to him. He enjoyed the pretty accountant, but he had not intended to sleep with her.
“Hey, you’re awake,” Jen murmured as she stretched. When she remembered she was naked, she grabbed the sheet and covered her body. “Um… About last night…” Then she too felt the bus moving. “Crap, Andy’s going to be so mad. I was supposed to leave for home with him.”
Tommy climbed off the bed. “I’ll come up with an excuse.” He smiled, trying to assure her. “Gotta pee. Be right back.” He left the room naked and was back within minutes. “No one’s up yet but the driver. I can ask him to drop you off, or I can get a flight when we get back. I’ll pay for it. Sorry I crashed on you.”
“It’s OK.” Jen blushed. “You were pretty drunk, but you talked me out of my clothes.”
He cringed. “Yeah, sorry. I have a bad habit of doing that. Don’t tell Andy we fucked, OK?”
“But we didn’t.” She watched his body. Muscles flexing and tattoos moving with them. He looked good for 36, in her eyes. “You passed out on top of me.”
He covered his face with his hands. “Are you shitting me?” That had never happened to him before. “Please don’t tell anybody.” His face heated up. “What the fuck did I drink?”
“I think Dean put something in your glass.” She sighed. “I should’ve said something. He took your drink when you weren’t looking. Then after you finished it you started acting weird.”
A scowl formed on his face and fury built. “I’ll fucking kill him.”
“Hey, no harm done.” She knew she opened a can of worms, and she regretted it. “Come back to bed. I liked when you held me in your sleep. But you kept mumbling about a crystal or something. That must have been some strange dream.”
He let the anger go a bit, deciding he had better things to do. He checked his pants, which lay on the floor and tossed a piece of gum in his mouth. His breath had to be rancid. Then he got back in bed. “So, since I missed out last night, are you willing to give it up now?” His eyebrows rose, expectantly.
“Uh…” He was much cruder than she was used to her lovers being, but her brother’s friends were that way. “I’m a bit nervous.” She was sheltered in a way, like her brother teased her. She had only been with three men, and she was quite unsure of herself.
Tommy knew by the look in her eyes that she wanted him. She stared at his cock as it grew. He knelt on the bed, letting her get a better look. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes,” was her throaty reply.
He licked his lips. Wanting her to stay relaxed, he put his hands around her head and softly brushed his lips over hers. She didn’t move, so he did it again. Still nothing. He kissed her harder. That elicited a reaction. A hand moved to the back of his head, and her lips parted. He thrust his tongue in and searched hers out. Kissing as foreplay was something he shared with few women, but he really enjoyed it.
When he pulled back, she bit her lip and glanced at him. He quickly tugged the sheet down, exposing her breasts. “I’ll take care of you,” he promised. “Don’t worry.” Leaning down, he sucked her left nipple into his mouth. “You’ll leave here very happy.” Her back arched when he teased her other nipple with his tongue. “You like that, huh?” He kicked the sheet off the bed and straddled her hips. After letting the head of his cock brush her belly a few times, he leaned on his elbows. “Want more?”
She nodded, shocked by how his touch made her feel. He toyed with one nipple with his fingers as he circled the other with his tongue again. Involuntarily, she pressed it into his eager mouth. Sucking hard, he met her eyes. He obviously enjoyed her pleasure. The reaction between her legs was instant. Already wet and swollen, his desire-filled look made her ache.
“You want me, don’t you?” He wanted to thrust into her bareback, while she was unable to respond, but he couldn’t be such an ass. “Tell me you want me,” he breathed in her ear.
She whimpered, on fire. “Please.”
“Please what?” He needed to hear it.
To encourage her, he slid a hand down her body and combed her pubic hair slowly, making sure she was OK with going further. When her hips lifted, he smirked and his fingers continued. Just grazing her clit made her moan.
“Tell me what you want.”
Her lip quivered, the words on the tip of her tongue. However, she had never uttered them before. “Please,” was all she could come up with again.
“I won’t until you say it.” Tommy could hold out for another minute or two he was sure. He quickly buried two fingers in he
r pussy, and Jen cried out, gripping him and grinding into his hand. “Nice. Didn’t think you’d be that easy.” He pulled his fingers out and sucked on them. “Mmm, wonder if I can make you cum again.”
He moved down the bed, and then lowered his head between her legs. She fisted his hair as he ran his tongue through her folds randomly. He liked that she was inexperienced. Slowly, he explored every crevice, looking for what gave her the most pleasure. Sucking on her clit did little but make her squirm. Flicking it did almost nothing. Rimming her ass got a reaction, but not the one he hoped for. She didn’t like it.
Suddenly, he pushed his tongue into her pussy, and she pulled his hair. Her hips pushed against him, forcing him deeper. He obliged, reaching as far in as he could, fucking her with his tongue. He soon had to pry her hand out of his hair.
“That’s starting to hurt.” And not in a good way. He almost laughed at his inner monologue, but stopped himself. Knowing she was beyond ready, he reached to the nightstand and grabbed a condom from the top drawer. After rolling it on, he knelt between her legs. “How do you like it?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t what you want or what you like?” He watched her blush. “Ah, just too shy to say. How about you let me know if you don’t like something?”
She nodded, nervousness returning. When he came down to her and hovered above her, she looked up at him. “This way?”
“Would you prefer something else?” He thought missionary would ease her mind, and liked the way she kissed. “I aim to please.” He gave her a gentle kiss.
She lowered her eyes, submitting to him without realizing it.
He shifted his legs, spreading hers open wide in the process. While getting down on his forearms, he prodded her with his cock until he found his target. To distract her, he kissed her again, sucking on her lip until she let his tongue in. He moaned as she grabbed the back of his head again, urging him on. Their kisses got aggressive, and he could no longer wait. He thrust into her until she tightened up.
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