by S. A. Price
“I was talking to Lady Cavendish here.”
They frowned.
She nodded. “I need a shower, and possibly a delousing. Was it me or were bugs flying like crazy towards the stage tonight?”
“The lights genius.” He said and pulled her closer. “You still look damn cute though.”
This was interesting. He was completely past public flirting and was ignoring the girls. Well if that wasn’t a green light to his feelings and intentions she didn’t know what was. She leaned in. “And apparently you find drowned rats cute?”
“If they are you? Yes.”
“So Winter? We going to party or what?’
He looked over at them like he completely forgot they were still standing there and then shook his head. “Sorry hun, Ms. Cavendish and I have plans, don’t we Lo?”
She smiled at him and nodded. “As long as there’s a shower in those plans.”
He grinned. “Several.” He said and kissed her.
“Holy shit.” One of the girls said.
Lola leaned into the kiss, letting his lips, teeth and tongue own her, claim her in front of two other people that were hopeful of their attentions. He ended the kiss and then turned towards their audience, as if to say ‘well you have your answer don’t you?’ and then pushed away from the wall.
“Have a great night ladies, and it was great to meet you.” He offered and then turned on his heel and pulled Lola along with him as he beeline for the official backstage exit.
“You just seriously dissed two fans.” She said as they walked towards a waiting cab.
He scoffed. “My ass. Those were wannabe feathers. Spot them a mile away. No finesse, no imagination.”
“Ok fine then if that’s true, we just went public to two groupies.”
He didn’t look fazed. “Yes and no. They will report back to the other girls I hooked up with you in Camden, but they won’t know if it’s a permanent thing. They will wonder, and they will give me a wide berth.”
“But Winter, the fans make the music lucrative.”
They were now speeding from the grounds, and towards the city over the bridge.
“Fans do. Feathers are just looking for an experience that has nothing to do with the music. Fans I love. Feathers? Not so much. I’m not Rhys, you know? I don’t interact with them for my ego, which is his MO. They all want me as a conquest.”
She frowned. “You can’t be certain of that.”
“I can and I am. Trust me, they only want one thing from me.”
She turned towards him and grinned. “And what if that’s what I want from you?”
“Oh you’re going to get it, that’s something I can guarantee, and soon.” They had turned onto Spring Garden and were driving towards their hotel.
She climbed into his lap, her thighs resting on either side of his own and she leaned in, her mouth close to his ear.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
He nodded.
She smiled. “When you sent me that picture of you in the shower?”
He nodded again.
“I had to excuse myself, and I locked myself in the bathroom. It was so fucking hot Winter, seeing you hard, soapy and I knew it was me that you were thinking about…” she leaned in and nipped his ear lobe. “It took me three minutes to come baby… thinking about you in that shower, touching yourself. I wanted to be the one to do it.”
His hands gripped her hips and he ground her down till she was flush with his erection. He groaned.
“Oh you’re going to Nat, I’m going to destroy you, baby… just as soon as we get in our room.” he kissed her hard, bucked up so she felt as much as she could within the confines of his jeans, and she gasped.
They stopped and Winter pulled away, handed the guy a fifty told him to keep the change and in seconds they were through the lobby doors and in an elevator. He had her up against the wall as the doors closed, and lifted her up so she could curl her legs around his waist, her core once again snug against his cock. They kissed, nipped at each other’s mouths as the lift ascended.
“So you just decided that tonight you would jump me?” he asked and licked her bottom lip.
“Honestly? I wanted to this morning, and you know, you have been such a good boy, and so good to me… I think it’s about time we let nature take its course.”
“Good, because I need you like I need air. I need to feel you stroking me, that sweet pussy fluttering around my cock as you come. I need to hear you sigh for me, call my name in a hoarse whisper as the sun rises. I need to claim you Natasha, and by tomorrow there will be no question who owns you, of who you belong to. By morning everything will be right with the world. Trust me?”
She nodded.
“Then let’s get you that shower. I’m taking Natasha tonight, not Lola.”
His words made her shiver. She loved when he was coarse, loved that he talked dirty, loved more that he meant it. The elevator dinged and he grabbed their bags and strode out into the hall, with a swagger she adored. He made it to their door, keyed the lock and they were in.
They kissed and he dropped the bags, and unwound her legs from his waist, setting her on her feet. She pulled away from the kiss and frowned. “You’re not joining me? I figured you would just bee line to the bathroom.”
He shook his head. “I told you, tonight I’m taking Natasha. I think she needs to make her appearance. You know I adore Lola, but tonight, tonight is for Nat and Nat alone. Take your time.”
She smirked at him. “And just what will you be doing.”
He didn’t answer her, just started taking his clothes off, revealing all those yards of tan skin. She was torn. On the one hand, she wanted to watch him strip, on the other the shower was calling her name. She slipped her Mary Jane’s off and unrolled her stockings, watching as he finally took hold of the button fly of his jeans and popped the first button.
“Better hurry.” He breathed and licked his bottom lip.
She groaned and skipped to the bathroom and took one of the fastest showers she ever had in her life. Minutes later she was clean, devoid of all makeup and ready, for him. The feel of her own hand on her skin and between her thighs amped her up, and she was all but shaking as she walked through the door into the bedroom proper. The sight that greeted her stole her breath.
Winter, lounging nude on the bed, one leg propped up, the other prone, one arm, slung behind his head, the other at rest on his stomach, his fingers a scan’t inch from his belly button. Sweet hell he was hot. She never had a thing for guys with big bulging muscles, like her other friends had. It was because a lean, well toned and cut body, a swimmers build, was her first look at a real male body, and she loved it. Sure he was wide the shoulders, had great arms and thighs, but he was never imposing. Quiet strength she always thought of it as, and now was no different. If anything, he looked better than back then.
He had grown into his body, more comfortable with it, with everything about himself. Confidence the likes of which she had never seen from him. His shyness was gone, replaced by the man before her, the man that was eyeing her up like he was starving.
She smiled at him and dropped the towel that was wrapped around her body, standing in the low lights of the room. He took her in, his eyes traveling down the length of her, then back up, a soft smile on his lips.
He crooked his finger at her, the smile turning to a lazy smirk and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip slowly. Her core clenched, blooming tingles in the recesses of her being. She moved forward slowly, her steps shaking her hips with a gentle sway. When she reached him, she climbed up onto the bed and crawled over to him. She felt sexy, even devoid of all makeup and clothing, wearing nothing but her kitten collar, she, as Natasha, felt sexy and wanted. She always thought he wanted Lola, and only Lola, the girl she pretended to be. That he demanded her, the real her told her so much…
As she reached him and leaned in for a kiss he was quick, and she was all of a sudden on her back, her strong and sexy Winter on top
of her, cradled between her thighs. He looked down at her, that sexy smile returning for mere moments before he leaned in and kissed her.
She arched up to him, felt his hands on her sides, slowly sliding down to her hips.
“Sweet Christ you are so fucking beautiful Natasha…” he breathed into her mouth and then groaned as she arched again, making her intentions clear. He chuckled and shook his head. “This isn’t going to be a quick fuck Nat. I haven’t had my lips on you in years. I plan to kiss and lick every inch I can, make you whimper and beg me to slide into you. I have been dreaming about having you like this love,” he punctuated his words with a slow slide of his shaft against her, the glide made easier by the fact that she was getting wetter by the second.
“I love making you hard baby...” she said and sobbed. The friction, the sweet torture of his body against, not inside, hers, was making her crazy.
“Nobody gets my cock up like you do Nat.” he murmured and kissed his way down her throat to her nipple and sucked. She moaned, licked her lips. He bit down, just this side of pain, and she felt it down to her core. Then he traveled south, planting wet, open mouth kisses on her skin as he went.
He moved lower, reached for her thigh and pulled it up around his waist as he slid down her body till her knee was resting over his shoulder. His other hand traveled north, settling just around her throat, his fingers playing with the little snowflake crystal that dangled from the ring. She loved the implied possession, the way he held her down. It was erotic, the trust, but also the small possibility that his tastes had changed and he was going to get kinky. It excited her.
“I can’t get enough of how you taste Nat,” he said and placed a soft kiss on her mound. She arched again, her back lifting at an exaggerated angle, Winter looked up her body, his hand still on her neck and grinned, then lowered his face back to her body and slipped his tongue between her folds. She gasped as she felt two fingers slide into her and his lips sucked sweetly on her clit.
“Winter… please….I…” was all she was able to get out, the sensations he was creating were carrying her over the edge quickly.
He hooked his fingers, pressing on that little bundle of nerves from the inside and pulled down. She detonated her spine bowing as she sobbed out his name.
“Fuck I love watching you come baby…” he said softly, his fingers still pumping inside her. “But I like feeling it around my cock much better.”
She came down, her body going liquid under him and she looked down past her still trembling breasts to the raw heat in his eyes. She bit her bottom lip. “Please…”
She didn’t have to finish her sentence, he knew what she needed, he always knew. Perk of revisiting the man who taught you all about what your body liked.
He kissed his way north, nipping in places, amping her up all over again. His hands found hers, and he lifted her arms over her head as he got on his knees between her thighs.
Looming over her she watched as he transferred both her hands to one of his, and felt the soft material wrap around them. She looked up, to see him buckling her into fur lined leather manacle.
“This better not be rabbit fur.” She breathed as both his hands skittered down her arms slowly. His fingertips tickled, the delicious feel of the calluses on his fingertips made her shiver as he reached the swell of her breasts.
“Nope. Chinchilla.” He grinned. His hands had passed her breasts and were playing on her ribcage now, and moving ever south. She watched him, her arms immobile above her.
“So you got kinky then?”
Winter winked. “Got? Always was. I plan to introduce you to everything.” His hands settled at the flair of her hips.
Her gaze went lower, to Winter, his cock thick and at attention. She bit her bottom lip again. Was that… She looked up to his face and the smirk there told her everything. Her lover had gone and gotten pierced. “That’s new.” She said of the reverse fernum piercing and he nodded.
“Very. Maiden voyage in fact.”
Her pussy clenched at his words. He got pierced recently? She looked back at him and he grinned.
“Why?”
He gave her a very triumphant and heated stare. “You know why… Now let’s see how loud I can get you to moan.”
He shifted, notching himself at her entrance and gripped her hips tight as he slowly slid into her. He hissed as she felt the invasion, the snugness, and the little extra that tapped at her G-spot. Even at this angle, it was going to send her sky rocketing.
“Nat,” he groaned. “Look at me… Look me in the eye when I take you. I need you, needed this so much.”
She nodded and licked her lips.
“Now make some room for me baby, not too much, fuck I love how tight you are. That’s it…” he growled as he seated himself inside her fully. “Absolute heaven.”
She chuckled. “Bet you say that to all the girls.”
The look in his eyes was hard, possessive. “Never. You are my other half Nat, the other piece of my soul. You feel like forever, and so fucking good.”
***
She arched, reveling in the glide she felt with the piercing on her inner walls. Leave it to Winter to get pierced just to please her. And that was why. She had always told him it turned her on when they were younger. He had balked at the idea of a sharp piece of metal going anywhere near his cock, but it seemed he had gotten over that little issue, for her.
Fucking sweet hell it felt good to have him inside her again, the thickness stretching her, filling her so perfectly. Yes, he fit her like a key to a lock, always had. Everything about this felt right, in a way no other man in her life had. Winter belonged with her.
He gripped her hips and took her slowly, leaning down to kiss and lick her flesh, murmuring words of love and need to her. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the feeling as he took her higher.
“I got you baby… let go…” he grated out just before he sucked hard on her nipple and gave her a firm thrust. It was enough to send her over the edge, the piercing applying the most delicious pressure, prolonging the pleasure.
She moaned his name, panting as a second orgasm rose on the heels of the first just as he retreated, then thrust again.
“My god you’re like a vice baby… feels so fucking good. Gimme another…”
She moaned and wrapped her thighs closer to his hips. “Faster, please.”
Winter grinned at her and leaned forward, capturing her lips with his own and he took her harder, faster and at the angle he was now in, deeper. She gasped and arched harder, causing him to groan. “Nat, baby you are going to kill me…”
She was close again. Winter always knew how to play her body, but with his new little extra he was rocking the hell out of her quicker than ever. And gods was his technique so much better. Gone was the fumbling boy of their youth, and the mildly confident guy of later. He was a master of his movements. Precise, measured, perfect. Now, he was a fucking sex god. And he was all hers again. Finally.
“That’s it baby…” he whispered as she went over the edge again, sobbing his name. He held still, and she shivered with the feel of her body grasping his, fluttering around the column of flesh. She gasped and smiled, her hands grasping in the soft double manacle to touch him. She needed her hands on him, needed as much skin on skin contact as possible.
“Please… I need…”
Once again he understood and uncuffed her. Like a shot she was touching him, aroused all over again. Muscles tight, tensed as he pulled her up. He pulled out and she immediately felt the loss. She frowned at he and he grinned and kissed her, then turned her so her back was facing him.
Seconds later he was slowly lowering her down his shaft, one hand on her breast, the other on her hip. She moaned, the feeling of him filling her once more, the piercing torturing already sensitive tissue turning her on more. He pinched her nipple, and she arched hard as his hand on her hip slipped down to play on her clit.
“Winter…” she breathed and turned her head, her arm slung
back to grip the back of his head.
He kissed her, his tongue lapping at hers. She shuddered and he stopped. “Now fucking ride me Natasha…”
She did. Boy did she like this position. His hands busy between her thighs and her breast, his mouth planting kisses and bites on her shoulder and neck, his cock thick and demanding inside of her. She sobbed as she came again and he reached up to her hair and gripped it, forcing her to kiss him. Then she was pushed forward, her hands going to the bed to stabilize her.
His hand was still wrapped in her hair, pulling her head back. She moaned as sensation shot to her core. She liked him being a little rough, likes the possession in the hair pulling. He reared up on his knees, and took her more forcefully, his hands going to her hips to pull her onto his length.
She bit her lip, lowered her shoulders and cried out as she felt him. “Harder Winter, I need you..”
“You’re going to have me Natasha…” he growled and leaned down and bit her spine. She screamed. The action triggered another orgasm. Her vision went black, spots appearing as she closed her eyes. Vertigo assailed her, taking her to new depths of pleasure. One second she was moaning his name the next she was exploding anew, her nerve endings sizzling. The high left her sensitive, and she felt everything. Winter called her name and followed her over the brink, and she felt the pulse of him deep inside her.
They came down together, and she realized she was on her side, cuddled to him, and he was still inside her, nestled perfectly. Did she black out? She grinned to herself and then leaned down and kissed his forearm.
“You okay?” he murmured into her shoulder.
“I think you broke me.”
He chuckled. “Nah. You just haven’t had it good in a long time.”
“Not to feed your ego here but I never had it like that.”
“Are you suggesting I wasn’t proficient before?” he said with amusement in his voice.
She scoffed. Bastard wanted her to stroke his ego. Well, ok he did deserve it. She sighed. “I’m suggesting that you’re on another level entirely now.”
He kissed her shoulder softly. “Then I have done my job.”