Arizona Skies: The Muse

by S. Cruz

  “Wait, there’s more,” he said, pulling away to reach over for one more package. “You keep distracting me with that sexy body of yours.” He handed me the box. “Come on, let’s get this over with; I’m anxious to see you in this,” he said, rubbing his hands together. I chuckled and took the box out of his hands. I made short work of the ribbon to see what he’d bought this time. My eyes widened when I pulled out a white, see-through nightie. I raised one eyebrow to look at him through the material.

  “That’s for me to see, nobody else,” he said, folding his arms in front of his chest. “Honey, I’m so damn horny right now; hurry up and put it on.”

  “Only if you undress me,” I said, pulling his arms apart.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” he said, pulling me up from the bed. I turned so he could unzip my dress. He kissed his way down my back as he pulled the zipper down. I was already a mess, and he hadn’t even taken the thing off my body yet. What this man did to me with only his hands and his mouth. He let the dress fall to the floor, taking my hand to help me out of it. I’d worn red thong panties and a red, lacy, strapless bra under my dress, so I turned so he could get the front view.

  “Mmmm…very nice. If I’d known what you had on under that dress, we would have left the party three hours ago,” he whispered as he kissed my neck, leaving a trail of kisses down my chest. His fingers were circling my nipples through the lace of the bra. “Turn,” he groaned. I complied, turning around for him to admire my state of undress. A week ago I would never have even considered putting my body on display for a man. He said he’d changed since he’d met me, but I’d changed too!

  He growled as he leaned down to remove my shoes.

  “You are so damn sexy,” he said, running his finger up my thigh to my core. “I need you, Bailey, so badly right now; I don’t think I can control myself any longer,” he whispered.

  “Then don’t; I want you just as badly,” I confessed, unbuttoning his vest. I made short work of his shirt, and when I pulled his zipper down, he lost it. He picked me up and flattened me against the wall.

  “This won’t be easy; I can’t wait to clean off the bed,” he said, unhooking my bra, then yanking my panties down. I wiggled out of them as he pulled his boxer briefs down and took his cock in his hand, stroking it. I reached down to touch it, needing to feel how badly he wanted me.

  “Say it,” he groaned, looking at me with hooded eyes.

  “Say what?” I asked, confused.

  “What do you want, Bailey? I need to hear you say it,” he said, kissing me hard. “Now’s not the time to be shy; I want to hear it.”

  “Fuck me, Jesse,” I said, meaning every word.

  “That’s exactly what I needed to hear,” he said, kissing me as he pushed my legs apart. “Hold on, baby!” was all the warning I got.

  “You don’t know how badly I need you!” he repeated as he thrust hard into my core, pushing my back against the wall. We both groaned as our bodies came together. I held on to him as he pumped his cock into me with all of his strength. He kissed me with such fury, brushing against my breast before taking it in his hand. I was alive with sensation, taking everything he gave me and giving it back to him. He was rough, but I didn’t mind. I knew he’d wanted me all night, and after that song he wrote, I couldn’t get close enough to him.

  Our minds were gone, lost in lust. “I’m not going to last long, baby,” he groaned in my neck. He reached between us to stroke my clit, and I shot off like a rocket, pulling him along for the ride. My body quivered around him, sending him into a primal groan that came from somewhere deep in his chest. I held him tight as his eyes lost focus. It was my turn to watch him lose it, and it was a sight l would never forget. The muscles in his back bunched up, the cords in his neck popped, and his mouth opened as he groaned. I stroked his back lightly when he fell against me, holding me so tight I couldn’t breathe.

  “Are you OK?” he whispered.

  “Jesse, I’m fine,” I said as his head pulled back to look in my eyes, searching my face to make sure I was OK. He kissed me tenderly as he pulled me away from the wall.

  He stepped back and leaned over with his hands on his thighs to catch his breath. I stroked his back to calm him; he reached for my hand and brought it to his mouth.

  “Bailey, you don’t know how badly I needed you. Come here let me hold you,” he said, pulling me in for a much-needed hug. “I never want to let you go; you blow my mind every time I’m with you,” he said as he kissed me. Then an evil smirk appeared on his face, and I knew mischievous Jesse was back.

  “Put that nightie on for me, sweetheart,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes. He cleared off the bed, putting all my presents on the dresser. I slipped into the filmy slip of material, pulling the thong panties over my wet crotch. When I looked up, he clicked a picture with his cell phone.

  “Jesse,” I protested. He just grinned, showing perfectly straight teeth.

  “I got one of you in that red dress too,” he said with a sly grin. “When we have dirty sex talk, I’ll be looking at this picture.” He looked at his cell.

  “What makes you think I’ll have dirty sex talk with you?”

  “Baby, you wanted me just as much as I wanted you. After all, you’re the one that told me to fuck you,” he chuckled.

  “You made me say that.” I swatted at him. He laughed and ducked.

  “I didn’t tell you what to say; you decided that all on your own, sweet cheeks,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. I launched myself at him, knocking him over on the bed. I started tickling him, but he rolled me over and started tickling me until I was convulsing in laughter. “I love to hear you laugh,” he said, stopping to watch me.

  “How many candid pictures have you taken of me, Greene?” I asked playfully while pulling the ponytail out of my hair.

  “Oh, about ten or twenty,” he snickered. “Some are pretty provocative, but they’re just for me, baby.”

  “Jesse, what if you lose your phone?”

  “Don’t worry; I’ve never lost my phone. Besides, I have no intention of showing them to anyone; you’re mine, all mine!” he said, taking my chin to give me a delicious kiss.

  I kissed him back, our lips sliding over each other, our tongues dueling in our mouths. I held his soft hair in my hands, moaning as my body began to heat up. I could feel his erection between us, our bodies responding to each other with just a kiss. He untied the front of the nightie, exposing my breasts to the air. He held a breast in his hand, kneading and pinching the nipple.

  “I love your breasts,” he said, looking down at his hand. “Does this feel good, sweetheart?” he asked as he looked up at me. I nodded yes, watching his eyes roam over my body. His hand continued its path down the front of my chest. He skimmed his finger over the fabric between my legs, making me moan.

  “Does this feel good, baby?” he asked, looking at me. I nodded yes, raising my hips to meet his finger as he stroked me through my very wet panties.

  He was watching my reaction to his touch; our playfulness had suddenly turned serious. He wanted to know what I liked, and it pleased me that he cared enough to ask.

  “I love your pussy,” he said, kissing me. His eyes were already hooded. I could feel how excited he was by how his cock bobbed up and down as he moved his body to look at mine.

  I thought I needed to know what he liked too, so I swallowed and reached down to stroke his cock.

  “Do you like that?” I asked.

  “Yes, your hand feels so good around my cock, baby,” he said.

  He was always very verbal when we had sex, telling me exactly what to do, so I figured I’d continue. I ran my hand up his chest and around his shoulder, then back down to grab his ass.

  “Does it feel good when I stroke your body?” I asked, watching his response. Even though I could see his reaction, I still wanted to hear him say it.

  “God, yes,” he said, looking into my eyes.

  “Do you like it when I suck your cock?”
I asked.

  “Do you?” he asked with a smile.

  “Yes, I love it,” I confessed.

  “It’s the best feeling in the world. I love watching these lips wrap around my cock; just the thought of you sucking me off makes me hard,” he said, brushing my hair out of my eyes. “Do you like it when I eat you?” he asked, leaning in for a gentle kiss.

  “Mmmm…it feels so good,” I confessed, feeling a slight warming of my cheeks as I admitted that.

  He chuckled. “You’re blushing, baby,” he said, kissing me again.

  “I’ve never talked like this before.”

  “I know; that’s why I’m enjoying this so much.” He smiled at me.

  “You like to see me squirm, don’t you?”

  “Yes, but I like to know how you feel deep down,” he said, putting his hand over my heart. “I want total honesty from you. If you want to fuck, you need to say that to me.” He kissed me into complete submission. “Your confessions tonight mean more to me than all the money in the world! I’ve noticed how good you are at hiding your feelings. Baby, I need to know what you’re feeling and thinking. You are important to me; never forget that,” he said, holding my chin so I couldn’t look away.

  A tear escaped, and he caught it. Holding his finger up, he watched that tear roll down his finger; then he closed his hand and held it up.

  “This tear means everything to me,” he said.

  “It’s a happy tear,” I said, looking at his fist.

  “I know, and that’s all I want from you are happy tears. It tears me up inside when you cry, Bailey. I was a fucking mess this morning when I heard you in the bathroom, and I knew I was responsible for your sadness,” he said.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No, baby, I’m sorry. I needed to see you like that to realize what a total fuckup I was. I was so scared you were going to leave me,” he confessed.

  “Jesse, I love you.”

  “I love you too,” he said, pulling me up into his arms. “Bailey, I can’t promise I won’t screw things up again. But promise me we’ll talk things out like we have tonight; that’s all I’m asking.”

  “I promise,” I said, kissing him.

  “OK, now I want to ravish this beautiful body,” he said, smiling as he pulled the wet panties down my thighs. I giggled as he stroked and licked my folds. “Open up, baby,” he said, shifting my legs so they were over his shoulders and my core was open to him. He looked at me, licked his lips, and dove in licking and sucking my pussy. I lay back, just enjoying watching him.

  “Mmmm…tastes like you and me,” he said, taking my legs off his shoulders to push my knees up as he covered my body with his. He kissed me, and I tasted the salty, musty combination of our lovemaking.

  “Taste that, baby; that’s you and me,” he said, looking into my eyes as he slowly entered my body. “Ahhh…that’s the best feeling in the world,” he said, kissing me. I had to agree as he slowly inched all the way into my body.

  “Feel me loving you, baby; you feel fucking fantastic,” he said, pulling out and then pushing back in with a moan.

  This was not frenzied sex this time. His skill in the bedroom was apparent as he totally captivated my body with his stamina. I held him and lifted my pelvis to meet him thrust for thrust. He kept up his sexy bedroom talk, driving me higher and higher until we both exploded.

  “That’s makeup sex,” he whispered.

  “I like makeup sex,” I said, smiling at him.

  “So, let’s see, we’ve had first sex,” he said with wiggly, raised eyebrows. “All sorts of bed sex,” he chuckled. “Shower sex, oral sex, wall sex,” he smirked. I couldn’t help but blush at his list of sexual encounters we’d had so far. He looked at me for a response.

  “Mmmm…” was all I could say.

  “Oh yes, frenzied sex, slow and sensual sex,” he ticked off on his fingers, smirking at me. “Personally, I liked the frenzied sex! Let’s see, then there’s morning sex, and now makeup sex,” he continued while stroking my back. “What was your favorite?” he asked, lifting my chin to look him in the eyes. “Remember, total honesty.”

  “All of them, but frenzied was a particular favorite of mine,” I confessed. “When I see you up on that stage, I can’t wait to get your clothes off and feel you loving my body.” There, he wanted total honesty; I gave it to him.

  “Hmmm…nice to know. There are still a lot of positions to explore and a lot of surfaces to cover,” he chuckled. “But you’re tired, so I’ll save those surprises for when you come to Arizona.”

  “Mmmm…maybe now I’ll be able to have a conversation with Shelly about sex,” I chuckled.

  “Just don’t take her up on that offer!” he warned.

  “I don’t think I’m that adventurous. I’d get embarrassed, and she’d never let me hear the end of it. Girl has a memory like an elephant,” I said.

  “Shelly is something else, but I’m glad you have her as a friend. I know nobody will mess with you while she’s around,” he chuckled. “I think you’re right; she’s perfect for Scott. Two blond forces of nature,” he laughed as he kissed my lips and tucked me into his body.

  “I’m not done with you, so you rest for a bit while I hold you,” he said, kissing my neck. “Oh my God, you’re so sweet,” he groaned. He started to hum as he held me. I could listen to him forever. I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up, the clock said three thirty a.m., and I was alone. I looked up, and Jesse was sitting back against the headboard watching me.

  “Hi,” he smiled when I looked at him.

  “Jesse…you didn’t take any more pictures, did you?” I asked, noticing I was completely naked, and my nightie was on the floor.

  “Umm…maybe just two or three,” he said, looking sheepish.

  “Damn it, Jesse, what if you get famous? You know how people hack into cell phones and computers. I don’t want anyone to see those.”

  “You just looked so beautiful, I couldn’t resist—don’t worry; your face was covered by your hair,” he said. “I’ll make you a promise. When you move to Arizona to live with me, I’ll delete the pictures from my phone.”

  “Blackmail, really, Jesse; you don’t play fair!”

  “Whatever works, baby. But as long as I can’t have the real thing, I’m going to have these,” he said, holding his phone as he clicked another picture of me on my hands and knees as I crawled toward him.

  “Jesse Greene, put that thing away.”

  “Come here, baby; I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said, lowering his knees to reveal his hard cock. I wondered how long he’d had to wait with that erection for me to wake up.

  “Something’s looking for you,” he said, pulling me onto his lap. “Straddle me,” he instructed, holding my waist while he positioned his cock. “Now sit,” he said, watching me as his cock disappeared inside me. “Ummm…that’s it, baby,” he groaned as I wiggled to fit him in. “Ahh…now you have me; what are you going to do with me?” he smiled with raised eyebrows.

  “Jesse, you’re so bad,” I chuckled.

  “Baby, sometimes it’s good to be bad,” he said with a groan. “I’m surrendering to you, so let’s call this Surrender Sex.” He groaned again as I started to move.

  “I like this when you surrender power,” I moaned, rocking my body.

  “I do too; I get to watch you riding my cock. It’s very erotic; you look so beautiful,” he said, holding me steady. I glanced at his phone sticking out from under the pillow. He followed my gaze.

  “Don’t even think about it,” I warned.

  “Only thing I can think about, honey, is your sexy body riding me right now,” he groaned, that was all I needed to hear, succumbing to my intense need to make love to him one more time before we had to part.

  Jesse

  After the captain left, I was anxious to get Bailey alone. I did a little shopping after I chewed Scott out. Bailey was too stubborn to let me buy her anything, so I decided I’d figure it out for myself. I knew
she didn’t have a lot of money and figured this cruise had totally wiped out any savings she had, so I bought a few things that I’d like to see her in.

  She had bought that ridiculous T-shirt three sizes too big to sleep in, so I picked up a little white nightie, more for myself than anything. I knew with her skin color and that dark hair, it was going to look fabulous on her.

  The pictures that Shelly took were fantastic, but I needed a few candid shots only for my eyes. I knew that once she was gone, my body was going to ache for her, so I decided to give myself some very provocative pictures for my private collection. I’d already taken some when she wasn’t looking, but like a man possessed, I needed more.

  Remembering the night I ripped her thong panties off her, I stopped at a lingerie boutique and chose three sets for her. I put my hand around the cup of one of the bras to guess her cup size. Luckily, the saleslady was slim like Bailey, and with her help, we figured it out. I brushed past this long, red bathrobe; the fabric was so soft I stopped to feel it.

  “This is nice,” I must have said out loud, because the next thing I knew, the saleslady was by my side with a big smile. Remembering how pretty Bailey looked in red, I decided to buy it for her, and of course I had to get matching slippers. Knowing that Philadelphia gets cold in the winter, this was perfect.

  I had everything gift wrapped and moved on to the one big item I’d figured every college student needed.

  I had an Apple computer for my graphic-design classes and had my mind set on getting her one. They’d gotten slimmer since I’d been in college and came in many colors. I chose a red laptop—keeping with our red theme—and picked out a leather carrying bag to go with it. Very classy, like my girl. I had the store clerk put in my e-mail address and set up Skype for me so we could see each other after she was gone.

  The saleswoman wrapped the box for me with a big, red bow. Perfect!

  I put all her packages on my bed and got ready for dinner at the captain’s table. I decided to wear my vest with my black jeans so I’d be a little more dressed up.

  The Green Room was standing room only for our final performance. We ended the night with my new song. When the spotlight shone on her, she was crying. I was concerned, but she told me she loved it. This was a night of celebration and happiness. I was in a good mood, and the band was toasting every fucking thing they could think of. Our producer was happy, and we were headed home to cut our first album. Shelly was busy taking pictures; I even smiled at her to let her know that our little altercation was over. I had my girl, and that was all I cared about. I’d already made love to her earlier today, because I needed to feel that connection to know we were all right before I performed. She put me in the right frame of mind, keeping my head in the game without liquid courage. I wished my father had a chance to meet her; I thought he would have loved her. I was sure my mother was going to love her after she got over the shock. As we headed out of the Green Room for the last time, I looked around with fond memories.