by Zoey Derrick
I feel him searching, fishing for something. “What are you doing?”
Then his hand comes out with a condom in it. I grab it from him and throw it on the floor. “We’ve breached that barrier, so to speak, no going back.” I smile sweetly.
The next thing I know, his shorts are coming down, his cock is slapping against my pussy, and he lines himself up and slams into me.
“Ahh, fuck,” I cry out. He stills. “Jesus, don’t stop,” I whine and he smiles wickedly at me. “Fuck me, Dex,” I growl; ready to just let it all go. “Take me,” I moan as he thrusts in and pulls out. In and out. The head of his cock rubbing along that special spot, my legs tremble.
His head dips, taking a tender nipple into his mouth, the pain quickly melts into pleasure and I moan. He doesn’t let up, sucking and flicking his tongue against the tight pebble. He lets that nipple go, and licks along my chest until he pulls the other one into his mouth. I put my hands into his hair, holding him to me, but that’s not what he wants. He rears up, off my nipple, and he steadies himself quickly and grabs my wrists. He pulls them from his hair and pins them over my head. I wrap my legs around his waist as he continues sliding his hard cock deeper into my pussy. His hands are hard and heavy over my head and his lips land on mine, soft and passionate.
I moan into his mouth as he swallows my cries of pleasure. I pull my head back, gasping for air. “Fuck,” I cry out and he slams into me harder. There’s a stab of pain that is quickly washed away when he withdraws and slams in again. “Dex!” I cry out. “I’m…fuck…I’m coming.” My legs tighten around his hips, the orgasm he started with the look in his eyes the minute I opened the door is boiling now. Ready to unleash, to explode. I bite my lips and he grunts.
“Give it to me, Raine,” he growls, and I release my lip as my orgasm explodes all over his cock and he thrusts harder into me. Pushing past the tight squeezes of my entrance, milking him, sucking him in deeper, he explodes inside me as he calls out my name.
“Come on, sweet girl. Let’s go to bed,” I say quietly as we break from a kiss.
“It’s like eight o’clock.” She giggles.
“Well, I didn’t say we had to sleep.” I smirk at her and wiggle my eyebrows.
‘Horny bastard.” She laughs.
“I resemble that remark.” I kiss her again and reach down, behind her, pulling back the covers. Then I set her back on her feet. Fuck, there is nothing in this world more gorgeous than when she is completely naked. “Climb in, princess.” She smiles and lies down. I lean down and kiss her forehead. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
“Where are you going?”
“Just going to run to my room, grab some clean clothes. I too have to be up early tomorrow. We have a show.”
“Stay, we’ll get clothes tomorrow.” I kneel down. “I really want to fall asleep with you,” she says and yawns. “I won’t make it until you get back.”
I smile, stand up and strip off my shorts. He’s wide awake of course and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Raine. I watch as she licks her lips. “You’re a dirty girl.”
“Horny bastard,” she mumbles as she reaches out for my cock. I don’t stop her. She’s been begging to suck my cock and frankly, I’m tired of rejecting her. Her hand wraps around the base of my cock and she pulls, pulling me closer to her. I step closer and watch as she wraps her lips around the crown.
“Ahh, fuck,” I moan out as her tongue strokes along the underside, tickling that super sensitive, sweet spot. Then she strokes up and sucks me down her throat. I wrap my hand in her hair and she moans, sending vibrations along my cock and straight into my balls. My knees wobble and I fight the urge to call out. I add my other hand to her hair, holding her head to me. When my fingers slide along her scalp, I can feel three raised scars. One is very long. The other two are shorter. I pull my hand back.
She releases my cock. “It’s okay.” She looks up at me. “It doesn’t hurt. I like it when you put your hands in my hair.” I smile at her and she strokes upward. My eyes roll up, what I wanted to say dies on my lips and I can’t remember when her tongue strokes along my shaft once more. She begins licking and sucking, the mission clear. She wants to make me come.
I step back, out of reach. She pouts at me. “I have a better idea,” I tell her and she smiles, throwing the covers off of her. I shake my head. “Cover yourself back up,” I say with a smile. She smiles back and covers up. I walk around the bed and climb in on the other side and I spoon behind her. My cock presses along the crack of her ass and she grinds her hips into me. “You’ve got to be sore,” I whisper.
“I am,” she says softly. “But I enjoy it too much when you’re inside me. “
“Good,” I say into her hair and kiss her head. “Relax for me, princess,” I tell her quietly and she settles in. I push her right leg, the one on top, forward. “Bend it for me.” She does and she’s half on her stomach and I run my hand up the seam of her cunt. She’s wet already and I love it. “Is this for me?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she moans as I find her clit with my finger. She squirms and pushes her pussy back into my hand.
“So eager.”
“It feels so good.” I continue playing with her clit until I know she’s close and I can feel her pussy get warmer and wetter. I pull my hand away and she groans.
I grab my cock and run it along the same seam and she moans, relaxing further into the mattress, giving me more access as I start to push inside her from behind. She adjusts, allowing herself to slide down further on me and I keep pushing forward until I’m buried as far as I can go. It’s like heaven, steel wrapped in silk and I won’t be able to sit still for long. I wrap my arm around her, snuggling into her and holding her to me as I find the leverage I need to slide slowly in and out of her.
Her pussy is so tight, I have to fight the need to come the minute I’m inside. Skin to skin is something that’s so amazing, so perfect, I’m so glad she’s my first.
The thought occurs to me that maybe, just maybe, this woman may be that last notch.
“Oh god,” she cries out, and her pussy tightens around my shaft, but she’s not quite there. Not yet.
“Close your eyes, and just feel it,” I whisper into her ear. I slide my hand under her arm and find a perfect nipple. Thick, long and hard. I play with it gently and she relaxes a little more, giving me more room and more access to tug and twist.
“Fuck!” she mewls and I’m so fucking close. I need her to join me. I can’t come without her. I need to feel her orgasm.
“There’s no place I’d rather be than right here,” I tell her. “Buried in you, claiming you.”
“Fuck, Dex!”
“I love it when you scream my name.”
I slam into her. “Dex,” she cries out as I slide out and slide home again. I start to tug on the nipple between my fingers. Her arm comes up, wrapping around my head, her fingers slide into my hair and she tightens her fist. Pulling hard.
“Argh.” I slam into her, pulling on her nipple harder, and her hand pulls harder.
I adjust myself by getting my left arm under me, and lifting myself up so that I am over her. Her hip hits my pelvic bone and she rolls her shoulders back, exposing her nipples to be licked and sucked. My hands are on her hip and thigh, pushing down as I slam harder into her. Her eyes roll up. “Don’t. Stop,” she moans and I take her nipple into my mouth. Her hand comes back into my hair and I can’t resist the nip and pull of her nipple in my mouth. Her pussy spasms, her hand tightens, her legs lock down and my cock explodes, tipping us both over the edge and into oblivion.
Once our breathing returned to normal, Dex wrapped himself around me from behind. His cock is soft and my eyelids will no longer open. He’s holding me tightly to his body, like he needs me to breathe, to survive, and it comforts me as I fall asleep wrapped in his arms and his warmth.
When the alarm fires off at six thirty, my eyes barely want to open. But I manage to see the alarm clock enough to turn it off, or hit the s
nooze, not sure which. Dex is no longer wrapped around me but the soft snoring coming from behind me tells me that he didn’t hear it. Taking my chance, I roll over softly and watch him sleep.
He looks ten years younger, so peaceful in sleep. I can see how vulnerable this man really is and my heart melts a little more for him.
He scared the hell out of me last night when he said something about me going back to California. I was so afraid that’s what he would want and it was stupid of me to think that he would really want me to stick around. It was rather selfish of me to think that my climbing on board would be anything but professional. I just assumed that my climbing on board would mean that we could possibly further our relationship. If that’s what this is.
The sex is off the fucking charts amazing. I’ve never felt so whole and complete when sleeping with someone and ironically enough, being with Dex is the first time I don’t feel dirty or like I’m doing something scandalous while having sex. I know it probably sounds ridiculously stupid, but it’s the truth. Yes, I’ve only slept with a handful of men, but none of them have ever treated me the way Dex does, has.
He’s conscious of my body, what I’m feeling, making sure I’m not hurting and even more importantly, it’s very important to him that I come first or with him and I adore that about him.
I said yesterday that we weren’t a couple, that I needed him to prove to me that he really wanted this before I could make that kind of commitment, but in reality, it almost feels like I need that commitment to know that he’s going to be with me and me alone. Sure, I’m fresh, I’m new, but what’s going to stop him from turning on the assholian switch and finding someone else to sleep with?
“What are you thinking about so hard?” I start a little. I hadn’t realized he’d woken up.
“Good morning.” He rolls toward me and kisses me sweetly on the nose, and then he settles back, with his elbow bent and his head on his hand. He looks so young and sexy like that.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he says back with a smile.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask him, deflecting his question.
“Stop deflecting, answer my question, please.”
“I was wondering how long this was going to last.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Elaborate, please?”
“I’m worried about the assholian returning. Finding something better, greener, and then what?”
He reaches over and tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “No one compares to you.” He smiles.
“Now, sure. This is new, fun, fresh, it’s easy, but what happens if we fight? Or I do something you don’t like?”
‘What do you want, Raine?” he asks questioningly.
“I think I’m starting to rethink the whole boyfriend - girlfriend thing.”
“Okay now you have no choice, explain please,” he says slightly exasperated and I don’t blame him, I’m being unintentionally vague with him and I’d be getting pissed too.
“Remember yesterday, when I told you that I needed a chance to see, to know, to feel that this between us is real?” He nods. “And I said that I needed to be able trust that you won’t run off with the next piece of ass that captures your attention? Sure, it’s easy to look the other way now, but I realize that this will only get stronger. What I’m feeling is only going to get stronger and I need to decide whether to cut it off now, or jump in with both feet and see if I can swim.” By the time I’m done, I’m whispering.
He doesn’t say anything right away but his hand comes to rest on mine. “I don’t have a clue how to do this, a relationship. Aside from the guys, and maybe even Addison, I don’t have relationships with people, friendships or sexual. The guys are not my friends, they are my family. They put up with my shit. They deal with my being an assholian.” I snort at my name for him and he smiles. “They don’t judge, and I would do anything for any of them, without hesitation. In fact, I have. But had it not been for me, 69 Bottles would have died before we even got started. Talon, Eric, Calvin, and Kyle are the reason I stayed sober. They’re the reason I was able to get up every day and function. They are the reason I am able to do the one thing in the world that I love more than anything, play music. I kept the band afloat. When we were out of money, needed new equipment, needed a new van to travel around to the bars, I paid for all of it. Minus the money we’d made at different gigs. It’s the reason I’m the primary payee of the band, at least until I’m paid back, but that’s moot.” He takes a deep breath. “My point is this, if I bring you into this circle, my circle, my family, it will be impossible for me to let you go. The idea of another woman makes me sick. There is no woman out there that makes me feel the way you do, that makes me wish I was a better person, or that makes me feel worthy of being in her presence like you do. I’ve told you already that I will find a way to fuck this up. Without a doubt, I am going to hurt you along the way, but I can tell you this, no woman holds a candle to you, so finding another woman that will turn my head is impossible. I also know that I need to prove that to you. Whether we’re ‘officially’ a couple or not, the rules remain the same. I respect you too much to ruin this when it’s only just beginning.”
He wipes a tear away from my cheek. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to cry,” I mumble and wipe the rest of them away.
I left Raine shortly after our relationship talk. I’m not entirely sure what to make of it anymore. I am so fucking confused about how I feel about this girl. I mean, come on, for the first time in my life, I don’t want anyone else. For the first time in my life, I feel like…like I’ve found my equal.
When I return to the hotel after beating away like an idiot on my set, or a giddy school boy with new toys, depending on how you want to look at it, I’m standing in the hallway talking to the guys about our plans for the rest of our stay in DC, though there does not seem to be too many at this point. When I’m asked about going out, I decline, but not fast enough. Raine opens her door and joins in the conversation.
I watch as she steps back, toward her door, holding it open for me.
“Are you coming or what?” she says softly and I can’t help sauntering toward her.
“Not yet, but I plan to be,” I tell her with an evil smirk on my face.
“Does that fucking line ever work?” Peacock says and he laughs. I’m too distracted to really care.
I watch as she looks around me, finding the guys. “I’ll let you know later tonight,” she giggles.
“No way,” someone says.
“Why is it always the fucked up drummer that gets the girl?” Mouse says, jokingly.
“Tell me about it,” Beck says and the rest of them just laugh. She grabs my hand, pulling me into the room.
Just as the door closes someone says, “Lucky bastard.”
“He’s right. I am one lucky bastard. Though I’m disappointed.”
My smile falls.
He laughs.
“Why?” I say sheepishly.
“Because you’re not waiting, naked, in bed for me.” His expression is hard, but his eyes speak another language altogether.
“I’m sorry. You said ten minutes. I haven’t slept, so I either needed to get up or you would have found me asleep. When I heard the commotion in the hall, I… I’m sorry.”
He runs a finger down my cheek. I look up to him and the little crinkles in his eyes are there and I know that he’s happy to see me, regardless of my disobeying his request. “Sweet girl. You should probably sleep.”
I shake my head. “I’ve been waiting all day to see you.” My candor surprises him and even me.
“You really meant it when you said you missed me?”
“Didn’t you?” I ask.
“I did, very much miss you today,” he tells me with a smile.
“Well, I did too. It sucked being here, in this room without you.” I give him a small smile.
His hands cup my cheeks and he tilts my head up. “Well, I’m here now,” he says as he lays a firm kiss against my lip
s. My body ignites with need and all sense of tiredness is gone in a flash. I would stay awake for days if it meant him kissing me like this. My hands go to his shirt and I tug on the hem, trying to tell him that I want it off of him and he shakes his head against my lips. “Not yet,” he whispers and goes back to kissing me. I deflate and he smiles before kissing me harder. Running his tongue along my bottom lip, tasting and teasing me. I do the same, but he still won’t let me in.
“You’re mean,” I whisper and he chuckles. Then, he takes advantage of my position. Defenseless, I feel his thumbs graze across my cheek and I let out a rushed breath and he steals his chance. Sliding his tongue lightning fast into my mouth and my heart starts beating faster sending blood rushing through my ears. My inability to breathe causes me to sway as his tongue dances with mine.
My body heats, my pussy warms and my clit throbs, remembering just how wonderful that same tongue feels against my clit. Finally his hands come away from my face but he doesn’t stop kissing me. I whimper at the loss of the warmth in his hands, and then shiver when I feel his hands skim across my breasts. My nipples harden fast and he quickly finds them through the shirt. I quiver with excitement and moan into his mouth.
He pulls back from his kiss and lifts my shirt. “I need to see you,” he breathes as I lift my arms. Giving him what he wants. A view of my body. Once my shirt is tossed aside, he pushes down on the waist of my pajama bottoms and they quickly fall to the floor. I’d thrown them on in my haste to get to the door, so I’m wearing nothing underneath. His breathing stutters as his eyes rake over my body and he takes a step back. His eyes are hooded and dark. Something about them has me desperate to be on my knees. To please him.
I step out of my pajamas while maintaining eye contact with him. I lower myself to the floor. Tucking my feet up underneath me, I spread my knees wide and lower my head.