by Dani René
“Come sit.” I pull her onto my lap, and when she wiggles, my cock pulses. “Are you trying to get me hard, baby?”
“Maybe…” Her cheeky smile and those chocolate orbs are filled with wicked intention. Lifting her as I rise, I walk over to the sofa that I had put in here if I had Ryan or Callum over for work, and I lay her down.
“Close your eyes and don’t move.” She obeys and I glance around the room when an idea hits me like a freight train. Grabbing the guitar strap laying on the floor, I proceed in tying her hands above her head. Once it’s attached to the steel arm of the sofa, I grab my brush and kneel next to her. “Keep those pretty eyes closed.”
“Okay, but what are you—”
Her words are halted when I run the brush over her nipples. The material of the tank top is so flimsy that her buds harden into little peaks, and I can see them pushing against the cotton. The steel bristles of the brush run lightly over them again and again until she’s whimpering.
“So beautiful,” I whisper in her ear. Moving my hand lower, I run the tips of the cold steel over her stomach and down between her thighs. It’s cold, and I see her shiver as goosebumps rise on her skin. When I reach the apex of her thighs, her legs fall open instinctively, and I tease her panty-clad pussy with the brush.
“Liam, oh fuck.” Her hips rise up and her body arches.
“Do you want to feel it against your sweet lips, baby?” She nods and I drag her panties off. As they hit the floor, I find myself staring at her beautiful, bare pussy. It’s glistening with arousal already, and I can’t wait to taste her.
Bringing the bristles up her inner thighs, I alternate between left and right. An object that always creates intense beats on my drums now composes beautiful music with her body.
Her body undulates, and she’s now writhing. As soon as it comes into contact with her core, she cries out. “Liam!” She’s so fucking beautiful in the throes of ecstasy.
“Shhh, I am here, I will take care of your ache, Peach.” I lift her tank top just above her beautiful, pert breasts and tease her nipples with the brush. They pucker and harden even more, and my mouth is watering with the need to taste them.
My cock is steel, aching to be inside her. Dropping the brush that will now forever hold a special place on my shelf, I lave at her nipples. Sucking them into my mouth, one by one, tweaking and tugging them until she’s begging for release.
Planting kisses down her body until I reach her smooth mound, the scent of her arousal fills my nostrils, and I savor it. Flattening my tongue, I lap at her core. Her taste is my drug and I am addicted. I push her legs apart and glide my tongue along the slickness. Sweet, musky, and sexy. She’s perfect. I glance up and find her staring at me, her teeth raking against her bottom lip as she bites down hard.
Our gazes are locked, and I see the fire in her eyes as I suck her clit into my mouth. “Fuck, Liam. Please just fuck me?” Sliding two fingers into her, I feel her walls cinch against me, pulling me into her. In and out, so slow, so agonizing that her hips rise trying to hasten my movements.
“You want my dick inside you, baby?” She nods. “Do you want me to fuck you hard and deep, making you coat my cock with your sweet essence?” Another swift nod. “Tell me, Peach.”
“Liam, fuck me, please? Stop teasing and torturing me. Just fuck me.” That’s all I needed to hear. She’s letting go, and I’m going to be there to make her fall and when she does, I’ll be the one to catch her before she hits the ground.
Making quick work of my sweats, I fist my cock. He doesn’t need any more encouragement because I’m holding steel. Kneeling between her smooth, creamy thighs, the crown of my cock nudges her. The heat emanating from her pussy has me groaning in satisfaction as I edge my way into her.
Her body opens for me, letting me in, devouring my cock. My hips move slowly until I’m fully seated inside her. “Open those eyes. Look at me.” She does, and I find the exact emotion that I want when I look at her. Love.
“I love you, Liam Hayes.” She smiles, and I follow suit. My hips move, back and forth as I make love to her. As much as my body is screaming at me to fuck her, I can’t, I don’t, because I want to love her.
“I love you, too, Emma Quinn.” Her hips rise up and meet mine as our bodies move rhythmically in time. Our hearts beat in tune with each other, and when I look at her, I know my song is complete. She’s mine.
Rolling over, I find the bed next to me empty. There’s a small note on the pillow, and on the front is my name, scrawled in Liam’s messy handwriting. Grabbing it, I unfold it and smile.
* Peach, I have a meeting at the record label. Be good. Will see you in a couple of hours. And if you’re not good, take some photos and send them to me. -L *
As I swing my legs over the bed, the doorbell alerts me that someone is here. Padding to the intercom, I press the button for the speaker. “Hello?”
“Em, it’s me.”
My sister isn’t one to just drop by, she normally calls first. As soon as the door is unlocked, I push the remote and the gate eases open. Her new car is exquisite. A bright red little Mini Cooper with the black soft top. It fits her perfectly.
“Hey, sis,” we hug, and I can feel the tension radiating off of her. “What’s up?”
“The boys are at that meeting for the new contracts, and I wanted to take the chance to talk to you.” Her eyes are so expressive, and as I look at them, I can tell exactly what this is about.
“Come in, let’s get coffee. I just woke up.” We head into the open-plan space, and Tay settles on one of the barstools. The coffee machine is state of the art and normally I would be hesitant to use it, but Liam bought me a smaller, easier-to-use one.
Getting the filter ready, I scoop two large spoons of the dark roast in and fill the water. Turning it on, I pivot to my sister. “Coffee will be a ready in a minute.”
“Thanks. How are you doing?” She’s apprehensive and I can understand why. We haven’t really had a chance to talk about everything.
“Better. I have been to that shrink Kierra suggested, and she’s been helping me.”
“Good. I wanted to tell you… I mean it’s been years, and I hid what happened to me from you to keep you safe. I suppose it was a bad idea.” Her smile is sad, and her normally bright, blue eyes are dull. I hate seeing my sister upset.
“It’s not your fault. You can’t keep me safe forever, Tay. This is something that happened, and I need to deal with it. That guy, he was a psycho. He blamed Dad for how his life turned out. But he was the criminal.”
“I know…” I turn and grab mugs. Pouring the freshly made coffee, I hand a mug to my sister.
“Let’s sit on the terrace.”
The bench seat is comfortable, and I sit cross-legged watching my older sister work up the courage to talk to me. To tell me what she went through.
“After you, Mom and Dad moved, I had a roommate at college. She told me about a job she had found where she was going to make enough money for her own apartment within a month or two, and since I was pretty much living paycheck to paycheck, I was intrigued.”
She sips her coffee slowly and her big, blue eyes—now shimmering with unshed tears—stare out at the ocean. “But that’s good, right?”
“Kind of, I mean, it was risqué.” Her gaze snaps to mine, but I don’t respond. All I can do is wait. “I had to dance. You remember that yoga I used to do?” I nod. “Well, they wanted me to do that, I wouldn’t strip, just dance. Granted the outfits were questionable, but I had made enough to afford books for school, clothes, and soon enough a small apartment.”
“Tay—”
“I was there for about three months, and then one night he walked in. I didn’t recognize him at first. He had changed from what I could remember of seeing him a few times with Dad. He asked me to dinner and being naïve, I went.” She lets out a small, wry laugh.
“It was only after a month that he told me who he was and when I threatened him, telling him I was going to the
It’s then that my sister rises and places her cup on the table. When she lifts her top, I see that her whole back is filled with ink. I remember seeing glimpses of it in London, but she never showed me the full tattoo.
An angel wing on one side and the cherry blossoms on the other. It’s breathtaking. “I love that, but what does that—” When she turns to the light and sits right in front of me, that’s when I see it. A sob chokes me, and I can’t speak. The tattoo blurs as my vision fills with tears, and as soon as I blink, they run down my cheeks.
“He did that.” She inhales a deep breath and continues. “One night he told me if I didn’t listen and obey, he would find you. So I did. I laid on a table…” She goes quiet, and the only sound is of the waves crashing on the shore.
“I laid on the table and he did that.” She turns to face me then, and I see her cheeks and nose are red from crying and her eyes are bloodshot. “I just didn’t want him to hurt you.” I pull her in and hold her as my sister cries in my arms.
My tears are streaming down my face, and I can’t stop the sobs now. “Girls…?” Liam’s deep timber interrupts the bonding session, and we pull away to find both Hayes brothers staring at us in shock.
“Baby, are you okay?” Callum is at his wife’s side in a matter of seconds, and the way he looks at her makes me smile.
“Yeah, it was time to tell Em what happened, and I guess we got emotional.” Liam stalks over to me, offering his hand. I slip mine into his and he pulls me against him.
“You okay, Peach?” I nod.
“Right, that’s it. You girls deserve dinner. What do you say, bro? We can take them out tonight. Somewhere fancy.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll call Ryan and see if he and Kierra want to join us.”
The boys head inside and I glance at my sister. “Thank you, Tay. You’ve been a big sister that I can depend on, call on, and lean on all my life. And you’re someone I look up to, always have. I love you, always.”
“I love you, too, little sister.”
Three months later
“This is fucking infuriating.” Turning to the front of the stage, I find my brother chuckling. “Callum, what the fuck did you do?” His shrug is enough to annoy the everliving shit out of me.
“Bro, seriously, I didn’t do anything. I think the crew forgot to pack them. Tay is at home, she’ll bring them through now.” Since my sister-in-law found out she’s pregnant, Callum has made her stay home and handle the PR instead of touring.
I know she hates it, but there’s no arguing with my brother when he’s got his mind made up. And now I am stuck with the fucking idiot doing my set up, and he’s driving me up the fucking wall.
“Thank God we’re close to home,” I growl out, knowing my brother is enjoying my frustration. Ryan, on the other hand, is sitting and watching us like we’re the most amusing television show.
“Liam, seriously dude, you’re all strung up. Do you need to get laid? Is Em not putting out?”
“Fuck off, Ryan.” I know he’s joking, but sound check is in two hours, and I haven’t even made sure my set up is ready. I always need to be ready in advance. Let’s just say, I am a pain in the ass when it comes to my set.
“I plan to. As soon as this show is over, I’m going after her.” My best friend’s words rip me from my mood, and I turn to him in shock. Kierra left a month ago. We’re still not sure what happened, but Ryan has been worried about her. We all have been, but she told us she’d be back.
My brother is pretty much a one-man show now that she’s gone. Poor Tay has had to pick up the work, and I know my brother is a pain in the ass to work with.
“You going to finally tell her how you feel about her?” I question. Both Cal and I stare at him—he’s made his decision. I can see it in his eyes. I know they would be perfect together.
“Yeah, it’s time to bite the bullet. She’s mine, it’s obvious. I just hope she sees it that way, too, because I’m not sure what I’m going to do if she tells me to leave. Or if she tells me she doesn’t love me.” It’s the first time in a long time I’ve seen my best friend so serious.
“Ryan, she feels the same, dude. It’s written all over her face every time she looks at you. If I didn’t believe that then I wouldn’t be here telling you to go after her.” My phone buzzing interrupts the moment, and when I glance at the screen, I can’t help smiling. My girl is fucking naughty.
The photo has my body aching for her, but it’ll have to wait until I get home tonight. Another message comes through, this one even naughtier than the last. Glancing up, I find both men staring at me. “What?”
“You’re so fucking obvious. That Em?” Blue eyes bore into me, and I nod.
“I’ll be back.” Turning, I make my way down to the dressing rooms, and as soon as the door is shut and the lock clicks, I flop onto the sofa and hit dial on her number.
“Hello…” Her whispery voice has my blood boiling.
“Peach, are you trying to give me heart failure?” Her giggle is sweet and sexy, which is why I am now sitting in my dressing room with the door locked and my hard cock in my hand.
“I was missing you. The house is quiet, and I was thinking about you.”
“And what were you thinking, lying on my bed—our bed—with that sweet little pussy wet for me?” Her breathing stutters on the phone, and I hear the soft whimper. “Are your fingers on those sweet lips?”
“Yes, they are.” Her breathy words shoot pure lust through me.
“Good, I want you to stroke yourself. Slowly. Then slide your fingers in deep. Imagine it’s me, baby. Imagine my fingers sliding into your hot, tight cunt.” My hand moves faster, stroking my cock. Fisting it as if it’s her heat tightening around me. The thought of being inside her has me throbbing.
“Liam, I am so wet.” A groan rumbles in my chest and my cock thickens.
“Jesus, Peach. I am rock fucking hard here. Finger your pussy for me, baby. I want to hear you moan for me.” And moan she does. Her sounds fuel the fire raging through my body. Sparks shoot through me, and I can feel my release building.
“Oh... Liam…”
“Baby, when I get home, you’re getting spanked for teasing me like this,” I rasp as I listen to her mewl and whimper. “Then I am going to bend you over and eat that sweet, tight pussy until you’re begging me to stop.” Her breathing is ragged, and I know she’s close. I want her to fly over the edge and soar into oblivion with me. “Then I am going to fuck you so hard and deep that you’ll be aching for weeks.”
“Liam, almost… I… “
My balls tighten in response, and I give her that final tiny push. “Be my filthy girl and imagine my cock buried deep inside your tight little ass while I finger your sweet pussy.” Her orgasm grips her and me, because I am shooting my load all over my stomach listening to her come apart on the line.
Fuck, I would love to be buried in that peachy ass right about now.
“Oh God…” Her breathing subsides and she’s quiet for a few minutes. My body shudders, still coming down from the orgasm.
“You okay there, baby?”
“Hurry home. I want round two.” With that, she hangs up, leaving me gaping at her sassy mouth. When I get home, she’s going to be eating her words, especially when she sees what I have planned for her.
Stalking through the door, with adrenaline pumping through my veins, my plans for dessert with my girl have me rock hard. The house is quiet, and the lights are dim, just enough for me to see that she’s not in the living room or the kitchen. Heading to the cupboard, I find what I’m looking for and make my way into the bedroom.
On my bed, I find the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And she’s all mine. Placing the items on the nightstand, I lean in and plant a soft kiss on her cheek. Trailing my lips over her exposed shoulder has a tremble rushing over her body, and a soft whimper falls from her lips causing my dick to throb.
“Wake up, baby.” Her eyes flutter open, and in the dark room, illuminated only by the full moon shimmering through the terrace door, I can see the mischievousness shining in her brown eyes.
“Liam, what time is it?”
“It’s time for round two, cheeky little minx.” Her melodic giggle echoes in the room, and as she rolls onto her back, my breathing hitches at the sight of her in my tank top and nothing else.
“See something you like, drummer boy?”
“Sweet Jesus, you’re going to fucking kill me.” Grabbing the silk rope that I normally use to tighten around the pouch I use for my drumsticks, I grip her wrists, tying them above her head.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m about to feast on your delicious body, inch by inch. Then when I’m done, I am going to fuck you so hard and so deep that you’ll feel me for weeks after. Your body is going to be so full of me, you’ll be molded for me forever.” Tugging the top up over her head, I step back and take in the woman that’s now completely naked on my bed. She holds every part of me, body, mind, heart, and soul.
“Liam…” Ignoring her, I grab the bottle that I retrieved from the kitchen. Uncapping it, I drizzle the clear, golden liquid over her nipples, watching them harden. The honey against her skin is luminous in the moonlight.
“Mmmm, that’s my kind of dessert.” Leaning in, I lave at her pebbled buds, raking my teeth over them, biting hard enough to send jolts of pleasure through her. “But I need something sweeter.” Offering her a smirk, I grab the other bottle. With slow precision, the chocolate sauce decorates her smooth, creamy skin. Drawing a small heart on each of her breasts, I admire the artwork before adding a dollop of cream in the center.
“That’s cold.” Her laugh is infectious and I can’t stop smiling.
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