by Hamel, B. B.
“Is it that obvious?”
“You’re like a taskmaster.”
“But a benevolent one.”
“No,” she says, although I can hear the smile on her lips. “You’re the kind that enjoys the whip.”
“I think you’ll enjoy my whip,” I say.
She groans. “I left myself open for that one, didn’t I?”
“Practically begged for it.”
“Yeah, yeah. Well, what can I do to help?”
“I need your ears. I feel like… I’m too close to it, you know?”
“I’m pretty close too.”
“But you’re not the one doing the editing.”
“True. I’ve only heard two versions, plus whatever we’ve done in the studio.”
“This is version number five hundred thousand,” I say.
She laughs. “It can’t be that bad.”
“No, not that bad, but it’s probably the worst it’s been for me.”
“I thought you were some magical producer.”
“Me too,” I admit. “But I’m stuck and I’m asking for help. This isn’t easy for me, you know.”
“Fine,” she says. “But you’re paying for my Uber.”
“Be ready in ten minutes.”
“Better get going, I’m not wearing any underwear right now.”
She hangs up and I grin at the phone like a moron.
* * *
“You’re having a problem with… this?”
Alice cocks her head, sitting on my couch. I’m sitting next to her, leaning forward, while she’s lounging back, legs curled underneath her.
“Shh, just listen.”
The latest mix of “Tune” flows from the speakers. She frowns a little and closes her eyes, arm over the back.
This is probably the best version, but I always think that. Caleb’s bass line is fantastic, a little funky in stark contrast to Alice’s flowing piano. Tony keeps a stark and brutal backbeat for the first half, eventually devolving into some really lovely jazz drumming, soft brushing and stomping kicks.
Meanwhile, I’m singing away, playing my guitar. I think my voice sucks, but it doesn’t sound half bad right now, which is probably the nicest I’ve ever been to myself.
It lasts six minutes. The radio version will get cut down to four, most likely.
“I like it,” she says, opening her eyes and looking at me. “Seriously. I really like it.”
“I keep hearing all these little… I don’t know. Artifacts from previous takes. Moments I think could be better.”
“I honestly can’t imagine this could get better,” she says, laughing a little bit. “I never thought that stupid melody could sound like this.”
I grin. “What did you think you had?”
“I don’t know,” she admits. “Something more… ambient. More classical, maybe.”
“Oh, no, not at all. Maybe all on its own, but you’ve got me now.”
“Lucky me.” She laughs a little and stretches. “I can’t believe you dragged me out here for this.”
“I’m serious, Alice.” I get up and walk over to my CD player and start the song over again. “I’m falling apart here. I’m obsessing way too much.”
“Just stop,” she says, standing up and coming toward me. “Seriously, it’s really good.”
“But is it perfect?”
She shrugs. “I think it’s finished,” she says. “That’s the best I can do.”
I sigh and look away. “Yeah. You’re probably right.”
“Hey.” She puts her hand on my arm and I look back at her. Our eyes lock for a moment. “You’re doing great. Seriously. This is good.”
“But good enough to actually put out into the world?”
“I think so, but I’m a little biased.”
Her smile drives me crazy. I know I’m being an insecure little bitch, and if Alice were anyone else, I’d hide it from her. I’d deal with my shit all on my own like I always have.
Except it’s her, it’s Alice. I don’t know what it is about her that makes me feel like I can be myself, flaws and all. I don’t know why I want her to see how ugly I can be inside.
Maybe because she doesn’t make me feel ugly. Instead, she makes me feel wanted. Makes me feel exciting.
“The song is really good,” she says again. “I promise.”
I stare at her again and step closer. She blinks, a little surprised. I’m suddenly aware that we’re alone in my apartment late at night, and she’s so fucking sexy. It’s hard to stay away from her right now.
I feel bare, fucking naked. And now I need her to feel the same way.
I tip her chin up toward me. I look at her, hesitating, giving her a chance to turn away.
She doesn’t move.
I kiss her softly at first, testing the waters, just getting a taste. She kisses me back until I pull her tighter as our song plays around us. I hold her tight, tongue in her mouth, her tongue against mine, her taste all over my skin.
I feel like I’m floating. It’s good, a heady rush of desire.
I move her back toward the couch, taking the hem of her shirt and pulling it up over her head. She groans softly as I toss it aside, fumbling at her jeans next, unbuttoning them. We pause next to the coffee table as I tug them down over her ass.
She groans when I cup her breast and kiss her neck. She unbuttons my jeans, pulls them down. I step out of them, cock straining against my boxer briefs.
I’ve been picturing this moment since that night in the studio. I need her body so badly it almost hurts me, and I know I can’t hold myself back any longer. She’s here, right now, and I’m going to take what I’ve been craving.
She groans as my hand slides down her skin and slips underneath her panties. She’s wet already, which makes me smile as I kiss her neck and tease her pussy.
“Is this why you invited me over?” she moans into my ear.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I wanted to strip you down.”
“You really are a bastard. What happened to professional?”
“Fuck professional. I’d rather sink my cock between your legs and listen to you beg for more.”
She groans at that as I slip my fingers inside her pussy. I push her back down onto the couch and I kneel in front of her, kissing her lips, fingers inside her dripping cunt. She writhes a little, moans into my kiss, and spreads her legs wider.
She’s so fucking sexy, I’m losing my mind. Her hips, her round ass, those perfect tits with hard nipples, it all drives me wild. She does this thing with her lip when she’s excited, bites it a little bit, lets it out slowly, and I need more of that.
I need more of every little detail.
I bite her lower lip, press my fingers deeper, teasing her clit before fucking her with them again. She moans, writhing more.
“Every single day we’re together, this is what I’m thinking about,” I whisper in her ear. “Tasting you. Taking you. Having every inch of your skin.”
“You’re a bastard,” she whispers, breath syncopated and harsh. “You’ve just been waiting for this.”
“Absolutely.”
I bite her lip again and slowly move down her body, kissing her chest, her stomach, her hips. I spread her legs open and roughly push her panties aside. She gapes at me and grabs my hair, running her fingers and pulling tight.
I laugh softly and lap at her pussy, teasing her clit, getting a taste of her. I love it so much I can barely stand myself. I run my tongue top to bottom, touching every inch of her, keeping her legs spread wide, panties pushed aside.
She groans as I start to lick and suck her faster. My tongue laps up her clit, rolling it around, making her tense and stretch. I want to hear her groan my name, pant it, whisper it. I want her to scream when she comes, unable to help herself.
I slide a finger inside of her, curling it and running the tip along the top of her pussy. She gasps, loving it when I find her spot, rolling and pressing as I lick her clit. She grips my hair harder, moving her hips,
pushing them against my mouth and finger.
I feel like she’s riding my mouth and I love it. She’s so fucking wet and delicious as I suck and lick faster, listening to her breathing, her moans. I can read her like a book and every new reaction makes me push her just a little bit harder in all the right directions.
She groans as I pull back, smirking at her. She’s so fucking sexy, legs spread, pussy dripping, breasts covered by a little black bra. I stand up and take off my shirt and boxer briefs, taking my big cock in my hand.
She leans forward, gripping my shaft with her right hand. She takes me into her mouth without hesitation, sucking the tip. I watch as her free hand strays down between her legs and she starts to gently stroke herself as she sucks my cock.
There’s nothing better than a fucking sexy woman moaning with your cock down her throat. She sucks me faster, rubbing herself, moaning and gagging as I push her down along my shaft. I can’t help myself, I need to fuck her pretty little lips. She sucks me faster, harder, pleasure moving through me.
“Look at you, dirty fucking girl,” I whisper. “Touching your own dripping pussy with my cock down your throat. You love this shit, don’t you?”
She groans in response.
“I knew you would. You’re fucking filthy. You love sucking cock and getting your pussy fucked until you scream.” I pull her hair, making her look up at me, a line of spit running from her lips to the tip of my dick. “Tell me you love sucking my cock.”
“I love it,” she whispers.
“You’re dripping wet for me right now, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Please, Ben.”
Hearing my name drives me wild. I force her up to her feet and turn her around, getting her knees up on the couch, her ass up in the air. I spank her once, twice, and pull her panties down to her knees as I grab her hips and pull her against me.
I tease her with my cock as she looks over her shoulder and kisses me. I take it slow at first, sinking my cock into her pussy as she moans, turning back around to grab onto the couch.
I know she’s not used to a big man like me. I go slow, rocking into her, and she responds by grinding her hips. She’s desperate for it and that just drive me wilder. I love when she’s begging me name, moaning over and over, gasping and groaning. I press myself deep and hold it there as I grab her hair and pull her chin back to me.
I kiss her neck. “That’s right,” I whisper in her ear. “That tight pussy right there, wrapped around my cock. That’s what I’ve been needing. That’s what you’ve been waiting for.”
She doesn’t have a chance to respond as I pull myself out and thrust back in. She gasps in both pleasure and pain as I rock in and out again, grinding and pressing. She pushes back against me, her muscles straining.
I unhook her bra and she lets it slide forward as I start to fuck her, moving in a rhythm with her hips. I tease her full breasts, squeezing her nipples, rolling them in my fingers. She groans as I fuck her faster, harder, spreading her wide and rough.
I pull her hair tight as I rock into her tight pussy. I love her ass as it rocks back against me, sliding up and down my cock as I fuck her deep and rough. I’m losing myself, completely in the moment.
This is what I’ve been dreaming about, her tight pussy, her body. It’s like I’m an addict finally getting the score I’ve been craving for so long. It feels good, so fucking good, and it’s Alice’s cunt that’s wrapped around my cock.
The thought drives me totally fucking wild. I fuck her faster, harder. She responds by bucking her hips back against me, looking over her shoulder with these fucking sexy eyes. She wants more, I can see it. She’s whispering my name, begging me to fuck her more.
“Ben,” she says softly as I thrust hard. “Oh, fuck, Ben. I’ve needed this too.”
I rock into her harder, harder, rolling into that tight pussy. She’s panting, gasping. I slap her ass once, twice, squeeze it, grab her hips, pull her hair. I’m sweating and I can see beads of it rolling down along her skin, too.
I reach around her hip to rub her clit. She pushes forward, moaning, and I slide out of her pussy, sitting down onto the couch. I pull her over to me, making her straddle me and slowly ride back down along my shaft.
She sinks along me and I groan, kissing her. I bite her lip as she starts to ride me, working her perfect ass up and down my cock. She’s dripping wet and gliding along me, panting and moaning into my kiss as I hold her ass and spread it wide open. I tease her ass with one finger, pushing it inside and out as she rides me.
She bends forward, leaning over my shoulder. I rock into her, fucking her pussy as she pushes back against me. I can see the sweat on her, beading and glistening. She’s so fucking gorgeous as I push a finger into her asshole. She gasps and moans. I slap her ass, wanting more.
I fuck harder, deeper. She pants, whispers my name again. “I want it so badly,” she groans, almost a whine.
“You want to come,” I say. “You want to come on this big fat cock.”
“Please,” she begs. “Oh, fuck. I need it.”
I fuck her faster, holding onto her hips. She groans and rides me, ass rolling, hips working. I tease her breasts, take a nipple in my mouth and bite gently. She gasps and I kiss her, pulling her hair back, slapping her ass.
Every inch of her skin is mine, every inch of her body mine to play with. I grab her hips and pull her off, turning her around, pulling her back. She sinks down onto my cock again, hands on my knees, and she rides up and down along my shaft.
I love her back, muscular and tight. I roll my fingernails down along her skin as she rides faster and faster, pushing back against my big cock. “Fuck, Ben,” she keeps saying, over and over, moaning my name louder.
I know I can’t take it much longer. I don’t know how long we’ve been fucking but it feels like hours, years, or only ten seconds. We’re both sweating, panting and moaning, time losing all meaning. I pull her off my cock and push her down onto the couch, spreading her legs wide, kneeling in front of her. I sink my cock deep inside again before she pulls me down into her.
She rolls her hips as we kiss. I pull back and spread her wide, fucking her deep. I tease her clit with my thumb as I fuck her, kissing her breasts, her neck.
“Every day I think about this, about making you moan,” I grunt into her ear. “I think about getting you off and filling you with my hot cum.”
“I want it,” she groans. “So badly. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“You can take so much more, Alice, and you’re going to.”
I fuck her hard, without any mercy. I work her clit and slam my cock deeper, deeper, as her moans get louder. I know she’s close when she tenses her whole body, and I don’t let up.
She comes in an explosive moan. Her whole body tenses and tightens as I fuck her through it, pushing her, making it last longer than I bet she’s ever experienced before. I sit back onto my knees and fuck her hard, knowing I’m not far myself.
As her orgasm finishes, she starts to roll her hips, and I don’t need anything more. I come deep into her pussy, huge spurts of pure pleasure, filling her up. She takes it all, moaning the whole time, saying my name over and over again.
Fucking hell, I love to hear my name on her lips.
I pull back and she curls up next to me. I kiss her, slow and deep. This time, it’s a different kind of kiss, slow and loving. I hold her like that for a while, not worrying about much of anything else in this world, content with our own little universe right here on this couch.
16
Alice
I can’t decide if the night before was a dream or if I let myself make a huge mistake.
Either way, I don’t care. I’m not thinking about it. Well, I can’t stop thinking about it, but I’m not obsessing. I’m not going to beat myself up over it or whatever.
It happened. We slept together. It was amazing and I loved it and blah blah blah, whatever. So what if it was the best sex of my life, even better than be
fore?
I’m still pregnant. It’s still his baby. And he still has no clue.
That’s all I keep thinking about as I head to the studio. I’m running early, by a half hour at least, but I couldn’t keep sitting around my apartment wondering if I royally screwed up.
I figure I’ll go into the live room and warm up before the guys arrive. I know Ben won’t say anything about last night in front of Tony and Caleb, but afterward…
Well, I don’t really know. I guess I’ll find out.
I get to the Somesuch studio and enter the passcode. I head inside and walk down the familiar hallway, humming a little tune I came up with on the walk over.
It sums up all my feelings: dark, stormy, passionate, confused.
“Well, hello there.”
I stop in my tracks and peer into the control room. I’m surprised to see Markus sitting at the console.
“Hi,” I say to him. I had no clue Markus came to the studio, let alone knew how to work that stuff.
“You’re early. Not scheduled for another half hour.”
“I know. I figured I’d warm up before they arrived, assuming nobody else was here, of course.”
“And if they were?”
“I would’ve just left.” I give him a smile but he doesn’t seem in the mood.
“Right.” He nods a little at the live room. “It’s all yours if you want.”
I don’t budge. I watch him for a second, trying to figure out why the heck he hates me so much. “What are you doing, anyway?”
“Listening to your sessions,” he says.
I blink, startled at his honestly. “Uh, does Ben know about this?”
“Nope,” he says. “And I hope you won’t tell him.”
“Uh, why wouldn’t I tell him?”
“Because I’m asking you not to.”
I sigh, shaking my head. “What kind of game are you playing?”
He laughs softly and swivels in my direction. “No games, believe it or not. I just have Ben’s best interests in mind.”
“I’m not so sure that you do.”
He sighs, stretching a little bit. I hear his neck crack as he regards me like I’m a disobedient child.