ENDLESS: A Less Than Zero Rockstar Romance: Book 1: Ty & Zoey

by Kaylene Winter

  It was exciting times for LTZ. The guys were setting up in the recording studio to be ready for sessions with Carter and their producer the following day.

  “It’s all happening, babe!” My heart filled with pride for Ty.

  “I know! Limelight’s management company is on deck to manage us.” Ty took my hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss.

  “Wow! And the tour is completely booked now too. I can’t believe you’re opening for Limelight in New York.”

  “Well, if all goes well in the studio, hopefully we can all quit our day jobs after the tour.” Ty locked the apartment. “Thanks to Jace, our social numbers are close to a hundred thousand now. Zane fought us, but I’m all for a little nepotism from Carter. It’s helping us launch nationally without signing our lives away to a record label.”

  “I’ll miss you while you’re so busy, but I’m so excited for you, Ty.” I had made a vow to myself to be the most supportive studio girlfriend in history.

  “I want you to be there as much as possible. I’m not going to be needed all the time, we are laying down tracks old-school style. The summer is slipping by, I’m not giving up any time with you, butterfly.” Ty smooched my forehead before we got into my RAV.

  After the jam session at Carter’s house, Alex felt a lot more comfortable hanging out with me and the band during their recording sessions. She and I could get lost in our own private world of giggles and gossip, so we were lucky the guys seemed to genuinely enjoy both of us. We were both in heaven, feeling grateful to witness LTZ create such great upbeat, hard-rocking anthems that I was sure would become part of Seattle rock history. Bringing them Alex’s mom’s pies, Dick’s burgers, and Slurpees didn’t hurt.

  “He’s so fucking sexy, look at his arms.” Alex ogled Jace, who kept his eyes decidedly averted from my BFF.

  We were sitting in the overstuffed couch in the lounge off the control room, which gave us a bird’s eye view of the Viking drummer laying down tracks for Rise. The other guys were off in another studio making changes to the chorus of another song.

  “Have you at least got him to kiss you yet?”

  “He isn’t interested. He treats me like I’m a child. Did you hear him calling me ‘Beanie’ because apparently, I’m skinny like a string bean?” Alex slumped. “Have you made it past second yet?”

  “I wish. Ty’s taken on so many shifts at the bistro to save up money, when I actually see him, we’re lucky to even sneak a kiss in without my parents hovering.” I pouted. “I think they have spidey sense that things are moving in that direction and they are trying to thwart us.”

  “Well, duh.” Alex rolled her eyes. “You guys are so completely whacked over each other, I’m sure they think you’ve already gone there.”

  “How’s the Instagram coming along, Beanie?” Jace tromped toward the door to the alley. Apparently, he had finished playing and we hadn’t even noticed.

  “Good,” she called out after him.

  “Sweet.” He held a hand up but kept walking.

  “See? I hate it.” Alex wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure why I keep crushing on him, he so clearly has put me in the ‘little sister’ category.”

  “At least he’s helping you build up your social,” I encouraged. “Plus, he’s easy on the eyes.”

  “And he’s super witty,” Alex continued the list of Jace’s attributes. “His commentary on the studio time is so funny, he could have been a professional comedian.”

  “I’m not a fan of his annoying ‘spycam’ posts of me and Ty making out,” I grumbled. “The girl fans are going to hate me so much.”

  I’d grown very fond of all of the LTZ guys. Although Connor and Jace’s sister had been dating for years, Ty and I were teased relentlessly by all the guys whether it was kissy faces or sex jokes. As the social media guru, Jace recorded every moment. I hadn’t realized how seriously he took the stuff and how instrumental his work had been to propel the band forward. Religious about his algorithms, tracking post engagement and views, Jace was the wizard behind LTZ’s PR and social strategy.

  I especially adored Zane, the process he and Ty had developed to write songs was fascinating. They fought like cats and dogs over lyrics and guitar lines, but the result was magic. He was super affectionate and was always hugging me. Not in a sexual way, in a brotherly way that made me feel accepted into the LTZ family.

  Connor was quiet and introspective and harder to get to know, especially because I was extremely bashful around him after he walked in on us. He was devoted to his girlfriend and seemed to have an endless number of brothers and sisters who were always getting themselves into situations that required Connor to come to the rescue. The big, gruff ginger was a bad boy with a marshmallow heart when it came to his family.

  Ty was hyper-focused on making sure his vocals came out perfect and not wasting the expensive studio time. He had a serious pre-recording routine, drinking hot tea with lemon and doing all his vocal warm-up exercises he learned in school. He nailed every take on both lead and backing vocals.

  My heart swooned when I listened to the playbacks of Ty’s raw vocal tracks. Now that I knew him so well, I could hear every nuance in his voice. His burly yet soulful yowls were a combination of rough sensuality tinged with sorrow. His lyrics, while sometimes playful, were poignant and exposed the raw vulnerability he tried to keep hidden. Like one of his Seattle idols, Chris Cornell, Ty’s natural voice was deep, almost baritone, but he also had no problem reaching higher pitches with his incredible, multi-octave range.

  In other words, he was exceptional.

  In the middle of their recording session, we finally had a break to spend time alone. A tech company paid big dollars to book out the studio for a day, so we found ourselves with a full day to ourselves. It was our chance. Ty came over early after my parents went to work, and we raced up to my room and shut and locked my door. Stripping his worn jeans and black T-shirt down to his sexy, black boxer briefs in two seconds flat, Ty reached for me and I slipped into his tight embrace.

  “God, Z. You’re so incredibly beautiful, I can’t believe you’re mine.” Ty pulled me closer to him and ran his hands up and down my back while kissing me so passionately, I could barely remember my name. Slowly, he slid one hand across my side over the soft swell of my stomach and cupped my mound over my yoga pants. Gripping his soft hair at the nape of his neck with one hand to make sure our mouths didn’t lose contact, I yanked down my waistband and Ty helped me shimmy out of my bottoms.

  Our tongues danced together. He worked his fingers down into the wetness under my panties. Moaning at his touch which ignited every sexual desire I’d ever had; it was impossible for me not to surge against his fingers seeking more.

  Feeling the rough pads of his fingers in my most private area was a revelation. Smiling against my mouth, Ty suckled on my bottom lip then licked and kissed along my jaw to my neck and under my ear. Holy hell, when he slipped an entire finger inside me every muscle in my pussy clenched around it. Every molecule in my body felt like a live wire. My belly knotted in arousal, and I couldn’t stand up anymore.

  We sank side-by-side onto my bed, his finger still buried inside me pushing in and out and spreading my wetness everywhere. I kissed his neck, caressed his face, and reached down to feel his thick, hard cock straining in his boxer briefs. We were still fumbling novices, but the passion was real in our soulful kisses as we explored each other and worked our bodies into a frenzy.

  Panting, our lips parted for just a moment and he traced my face with the fingertips of the hand that wasn’t giving me the greatest pleasure I’d ever known. I ran the pads of my fingers over his knuckles and turned his hand over and traced each finger, and whispered, “I love you” over and over. Ty gently cupped my face and whispered that he loved me too.

  Ty withdrew his finger and together we pulled my white tank top up and off me, exposing my nipples, which were already puckered almost painfully tight. Staring in wonder at my breasts, Ty caressed them with
both hands, running his thumbs over my diamond-hard peaks. Electricity shot straight down to my pussy.

  “Holy fuck, Zoey, you’re so—soo—fuuuuck,” Ty looked at me with such devotion, so much unconditional love, I hoped he knew that I felt the same way.

  Bending over me, he worshipped each breast in succession, kissing and swirling his tongue all around my flesh, sucking my nipples into his mouth. The sensation of his wet tongue and the gentle suction nearly sent me over the edge. Whimpering with untethered desire, I clutched at his shoulders and ground my core against his thigh, desperately seeking pressure where I needed it. Ty’s hard cock pressed against me as he continued his adoration of my body, exploring my arms, belly, back, and thighs thoroughly, as if he were cataloging every inch.

  Shifting us so that I was straddling him, Ty set me against his bulging cock so that it nestled tightly against my pussy through our underwear. Instinctively, I thrust against him, bracing myself on his chest. Ty’s eyes were half-mast, watching my boobs jiggle. We moved against each other, his hands gently guiding my hips back and forth to build our pleasure to an absolute boiling point. He moved one hand to cup my bottom and pull me even tighter against his big cock, and the connection made me so wet that I soaked him through my panties.

  Growling with desire, with one hand he pulled my face to his and we kissed fiercely. His other hand gripped my hip and continued to move me back and forth against his hard length. The stimulation was overwhelming.

  “Zoey, God. You feel so amazing, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Ty couldn’t stop touching me, moving me against him.

  “Ty, please let me see you. Ohmygod, this feels so good.” My full sexuality was unleashed, desire for my guy was the only thing that mattered to me in the moment.

  “Yes, yes.” Ty released his grip on my hips, running his hands along my legs, encouraging me to take what I wanted.

  Eagerly, I scooted down his thighs and slowly pulled down his plain white boxer briefs to reveal his cock. Like a present, it protruded up from a thatch of dark hair against his flat stomach. His penis was the first one I’d seen in real life, and it was utterly magnificent. Awestruck, I tentatively reached out and grasped him with one hand, stroking him slowly. I felt slightly petrified at how he would ever fit inside my virgin walls.

  Still straddling his thighs, I must have been staring, fascinated at feeling the smooth, velvety skin stretched over his iron-hard length, because Ty caressed my face with one big hand and brought me back to earth with a sexy smile. Gently he closed his other hand over mine and together we worked up and down his shaft. I watched our hands in awe as he showed me how he liked being touched. Not long after, I couldn’t resist leaning down to lick and then suck on the bulbous head of his cock.

  “Jesus, butterfly.” He bolted up and I comically flopped to the side of him on my bed. “Putting your mouth on me, fuck— It feels too good and I’m already hanging on here by a thread.”

  “Do you have a condom?” I asked hopefully. Huge or not, I was so excited, I just wanted him inside me.

  “I don’t, babe. We need to take things slowly.” Ty rolled toward me, took me in his arms and reached down and traced circles around the edge of my panties with one hand. “It’s probably going to kill me not to be inside you though.”

  “But—” I protested, pouting because all I could think about was that we could be doing this right now.

  Ty laughed softly. “Hear me out. As much as it pains me to say this, it will be better if we wait. I’ll get tested so that way you’ll know I’m clean. Maybe you could go on the pill or something? I want so bad to be inside you with nothing between us. Does that freak you out?”

  “No, of course not. I started taking the pill a month ago, Mom brought me in.” I stroked his hair.

  “Your mom knows?” Ty’s eyes widened in horror.

  “She saw the kiss at the graduation party, she’s not stupid.”

  “Your parents are going to fucking kill me.” Ty buried his face in my hair, then peeked up, smiling, and we kissed again. Our lips were like magnets.

  “They know I love you. I told mom you were the right guy for me,” I assured him between kisses.

  “I am the right guy for you. I’m the only guy for you.” Ty tickled my ear with his tongue.

  I giggled at the ear invasion. Ty rolled on top of me, caging my torso with his arms and suctioned my left nipple with his lips while swirling his tongue in circles around the peaked tip. He lavished my nipple, then I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience when he moved my panties aside with the pad of his finger. After exploring my parts for a bit, he gently traced circles directly on my clit. I’d never known what it was like to be so stimulated, and my hips involuntarily thrusted against Ty’s hand when he circled more furiously. He was the first person to touch me like that, and I couldn’t believe how much more intense it was than when his finger was inside me.

  Pure fucking ecstasy.

  “Ohmygod, Ty,” I whispered as my arms flung up above my head, unable to do anything but give in to the pleasure. Ty propped himself up on one elbow, and his expression was wondrous. He watched his finger move against me inside my panties as I undulated like a wild woman against him. When he slowly inserted his long, middle finger back inside my tight channel, he twisted his hand so the heel of his palm applied direct pressure on my clit. The combination was overwhelming, my head lolled back on my pillow.

  “I love figuring out your body, butterfly,” Ty whispered. “I want to make sure I know what makes you feel good.”

  I couldn’t speak because nothing could have prepared me for the fantastic dual sensation of him pumping his finger in and out of my wet pussy while pressing against my mound. I couldn’t help but whimper with pleasure and clench around him like a vise. Ty carefully worked his finger even deeper inside me, watching my reaction as he tested out different rhythms of his strokes. Without a shadow of a doubt, I knew I had entrusted my heart to the right man.

  “Z, you are so, so tight.” Ty’s hard length twitched against my thigh. “I don’t want to hurt you. We’re going to need to get you ready, for um—”

  I bit my lip and nodded, still unable to talk because of the intensity of having his finger inside me but understanding completely. He was so huge, it would hurt if we had just gone for it.

  “Does this feel good, baby?” Ty added another finger into my channel and circled my now fully extended nub with his thumb. Flooded with sensation, my body was overwhelmed with the staggering strength of what he was building, and everything was starting to go hazy. Keening when a full-body zing flooded me in waves, my entire body seized and my pussy convulsed around Ty’s fingers. My first orgasm was as intense and amazing as I’d ever hoped it would be.

  “Oh, you are so, so beautiful, butterfly, watching you come—” Ty sucked on his fingers that tasted of me, shook his head and smiled, whispering, “Babe, I’m going to become addicted to learning all the ways to make your pretty eyes flutter like that. Will you be my birthday present, so we can remember our first time together forever?”

  I panted and clenched through what seemed like a million aftershocks, overwhelmed by what had happened. When I was finally coherent, there was a lump in my throat.

  “That felt amazing, I had no idea. I’d love to be your birthday present.” I was splayed out next to him, overcome with emotion. We loved each other. We had no reason to rush when we were going to make each other feel tremendous for the rest of our lives.

  “I’m not nearly done, yet.” Ty’s big palms spanned my hips and he shifted over me, the same glint in his eye.

  Seducing me with his lips moving down my body, he traced below my breasts and the line of my ribcage with his tongue before heading farther south. I was incapable of speaking, only moaning. His dark hair fell forward, blocking his face and brushing my skin. He moved down my body as it tightened and flexed, every nerve ending on high alert. Moving even lower, Ty kissed my belly button and slightly rounded belly. Knowing
I hadn’t shaved down below, when he kissed my pubic bone, I tried to move him away, but he wouldn’t have it.

  “No, Zoey, everything about you is sexy, please don’t ever hide yourself from me.” Ty looked up from under his hair at me.

  When I moved my hand away, Ty beamed at me. His hands smoothed over my thighs, gently moving them apart. Bending down, he licked and swirled his tongue around my sweet spot, causing my eyes to roll back into my head. Holy mother of God, I thought that what he did before was as good as it could get. This. Holy shit. I hadn’t known anything could feel so amazing. My whole body shook when he relentlessly kissed and sucked all around my pussy and fucked me with his tongue. Propped on my elbows, I couldn’t help watching him lavish me down below, crying out and detonating again into a puddle of bliss when he sucked my clit hard into his mouth. At some point I realized that Ty was still slowly lapping at me, easing me down as my spasms subsided. He smiled when he saw I was coherent.

  “It’s official. I’m addicted to watching you come,” he whispered naughtily into my hair, after moving up to snuggle me tightly into his side. His erection against me was so swollen it was leaking at the tip.

  “I’m already hooked on you making me come,” I whispered into his ear.

  “I did okay?” He nuzzled me.

  “You were worried?” You didn’t need to be, that was amazing. I’m not sure I’ll be able to take any more awesomeness than that.”

  “Can I admit something to you?” Ty feathered kisses along my jawline.

  “Oh God, what?”

  “I watched a couple of porns because I’d never done that before. I wanted it to be awesome for you.” He grinned like he just got an A+, which, come to think of it, he did.

  “That is too funny. I read a couple of blogs about blowjobs because until today, I’d never seen one of these in real life.” I reached down to stroke him the way he showed me earlier. “I wonder if I’m as good a student as you?”

  Not waiting for an answer, and still intimidated by my inexperience, I rolled my thumb over his crown while I stroked him up and down with my other hand. His other hand reassuringly stroked my hair as he bucked into my fist. Spellbound at his reaction, I stroked faster, using my thumb to rub the ridge under his crown. Ty’s mouth lolled open and his breathing became more rapid. Feeling so powerful to have this effect on my man, I kept pumping and crawled down his body, kissing and suckling his flat, brown nipples, and licking my way down his stomach until his cock was right in front of my face.