Only You, Butterfly

by Rae Spencer

  She snuggled closer to him, her hand grazing his nipple. His body reacted and shockwaves cascaded over him from the slight touch. He rubbed his chin against her head.

  Why did she panic sometimes when she woke next to him? He wanted to find out. He didn’t like seeing the fear in her eyes or sensing the terror in her body. She admitted to never sleeping with someone before. He had to admit waking beside someone was a different experience, but she didn’t do it every time. It only happened in the mornings when she first woke up before her mind cleared and she recognized her surroundings.

  He brushed his fingers over her cheek. Flames shot up his spine as her scent wafted over him. He wanted to slide into her while she was still sleeping.

  He rolled her to her back and took a moment to stare at her beautiful body taking in every detail. From her slightly rounded breasts to the indents by her hips and the auburn hair nestled on her pussy. He pushed her legs open, sliding his fingers over her pussy and nuzzling her neck.

  She moaned in her sleep. Her body moved with his strokes and her slickness coated his fingers. He positioned himself and slowly slid inside her as his mouth touched hers.

  Arianna’s nerves were glowing embers as his cock slid in her body. The sensations vibrated over her body. Their passion soft and undulating. Pure sweetness.

  She caressed his arms. His fingers tangled in her hair. He arched her neck, kissing her exposed skin while moving slowly inside her.

  Arianna bent her knees, clasping Tom’s hips between her thighs. Her body light and her heart free. Her fingers slid into his hair, pulling his mouth up to hers and she kissed him softly as they moved in unison.

  The wave crested. Her body gave. She sobbed against his lips. He groaned as his cock throbbed inside of her. Together they floated, cuddled in each other’s arms their bodies still joined.

  ****

  Tom waited for Arianna to wake up. They would arrive at the venue late in the morning and he wanted to make sure he showed her around.

  She stretched and her body moved against his. He witnessed her terror. Her body trembled and her eyes flew open wide and panicked. He stroked her cheek. “Butterfly, what frightens you so?”

  She gazed into his eyes swimming with concern. Her fingers shook. Her mouth wanted to open and let the words flow, but her mind refused to let the truth slide out.

  She couldn’t tell him. What was she supposed to say? What would he think of her? Would he treat her differently? “It’s nothing.”

  The shadows in her eyes flamed the concern in his. “It is something. Talk to me, Butterfly.”

  “Really, this is just all new to me.” She rolled to her back and stared up at the ceiling.

  “Arianna.” His voice lowered. He wanted to help her and ease her fears.

  She sat up glancing over her shoulder. “Are you hungry? I'll make us breakfast.”

  She slid out of bed, grabbing her robe, she slipped it on and tied the belt. She walked toward the kitchen leaving Tom lying on the bed staring after her.

  Tom gritted his teeth. Annoyed. Something created her fear and he wanted to know what it was so he could fix it. He didn’t like the way her body jerked so violently against his or the momentary fear visible in her eyes when she woke.

  He stood, stretching, then picked up his shorts. He snapped them in the air before pulling them on. He walked out to the kitchen, and sat at the table, watching her every move.

  She put his coffee cup in front of him, but didn’t look at him. He gripped his cup his jaw locking. He liked her fear to look at him even less than her morning reaction when she woke next to him.

  She placed a plate overflowing with eggs in front of him and one with fewer eggs on her side of the table then sat down. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t look at him. She just sipped her coffee staring down at the plate.

  He reached over and laid his hand on top of hers. “I know something is going on. I’m here for you. You can tell me anything.”

  “I’m not ready.” She didn’t look up, but her fingers trembled under his.

  “When you are, I will be here,” he said.

  She smiled slightly, glancing up, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

  He flinched and gripped the cup tighter. She didn’t believe him and it hurt more than he thought it could.

  “Eat your breakfast then we’ll shower and get ready to hit the venue.” He pulled his hand away, beginning to eat his breakfast.

  ****

  Arianna sat on the bed, fidgeting with her shirt and watched the scenery out the window. She had finished cleaning up and dressed for the day. She couldn’t help, but wonder how long Tom would be angry with her. He barely spoke to her since breakfast.

  He had every right to be mad. He wanted to help her and she refused. It was only self-preservation. She didn’t mean to hurt him. Arianna loved how he made her feel. So alive, wanted, and loved. He genuinely cared for her. At least his words and actions spoke loudly. She didn’t want him to change. She wasn’t ready to take the risk he might. She shouldn’t think that way. She should have more faith in Tom she knew, but it was hard.

  Her nerves tingled as he walked in the bedroom. He was everything a man should be.

  “You ready, Arianna?” he asked.

  Her breath escaped in a rush. She quickly lowered her face so he couldn’t see her eyes. She fiercely blinked back tears. She straightened her shoulders and stood.

  He called her Arianna. Not Butterfly. Just Arianna. Was this the beginning of the end for her? For them?

  ****

  He walked down the steps turning toward the front of the bus tapping his fingers on the side waiting for Arianna. He was angry with her. Angry she didn’t trust him. Believe in him. Angry she wouldn’t tell him what was wrong. No, it was more than anger. His feelings were hurt.

  She stopped next to him, waiting for him to direct her on which way to go. His breath rushed out. He grabbed her hand, twining his fingers with hers. “Come on.”

  She walked side by side with him. He stopped to speak to some of the people milling around on their way back to the dressing room.

  He held the door for her to enter. She walked in and sat on the couch.

  She wasn’t sure what to do with herself or what to say to him. Her mind was flooded with thoughts of how he might react to the truth. She gripped her knees, wanting to tell him the truth, but afraid he would treat her differently. Just like everyone else who knew the truth. She shook her head, arching her neck and rubbing the tendons to ease the stiffness.

  Maybe he wouldn’t treat her differently. Maybe he’d understand. But if he didn’t she would lose him. He wouldn’t care or want all of her then. Would he offer her a place or money in exchange for sex?

  She rubbed her hands over her face, sighing deeply. Maybe this was a mistake, after all. The cushion dipped. He sat next to her. She wasn’t sure what to expect. What the plans were for the afternoon?

  She straightened her shoulders. She could handle this. Whatever he said or actions he chose she would survive. The one thing she knew how to do was survive. Whether her heart was intact was another story.

  “Arianna, are you okay?” When she didn’t turn to him, he reached out and cupped her chin, turning her face towards him. Her dejection visible in her eyes. He knew she didn’t realize he could see it.

  She smiled slightly.

  He stroked her lips. “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” Her brow furrowed.

  “For my behavior. Please don’t be sad.” He leaned forward brushing her mouth with his attempting to kiss her confusion and doubts away.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed tightly against him as her tongue met his.

  Shivers raced over her body and he sensed her fear. He hated her fear. Her emotions were so clear to him. Her eyes were a window to her heart.

  He ripped his mouth away from hers and stood. Disappointment washed over her face. She tried to hide it, but was not quick enough.


  He walked to the door and locked it walking back he stopped in front of her, holding his hand out.

  She placed her hand in his and walked right into his arms. Her neck tilted to receive his kiss and their mouths met in a fury of lips.

  His tongue plunged inside her mouth. He yanked her shirt up, unhooking her bra, and exposing her breasts to his hands.

  He dropped to his knees, sucking deeply on a nipple. His thumb stroked the other. He unbuttoned her shorts sliding them and her panties down in one sweep. His mouth traveled over her stomach feeling her muscles quiver in reaction. “Sit down.”

  She saw the need in his eyes and quickly sat.

  He cupped her knees, pushing them wide and dragging her to the edge of the couch. He buried his mouth in her pussy.

  Her hips jerked as he licked her clit, sucking it into his mouth. His hands teased her thighs. Her hips arched in time with his licks and sucks. Her fingers slid into his hair holding him against her.

  His tongue slid down her wetness, thrusting deep. He feasted on her flesh. Her hips arched and a sob ripped from her as she exploded.

  He licked her throughout her orgasm and when he felt her ease, he stood between her legs. He grabbed her hands and guided them to his jeans.

  She released his cock from his jeans and leaned forward, taking him into her mouth. She cupped his balls with one hand, stroking his shaft with the other while her mouth worked his head.

  His fingers weaved into her hair, holding her against him, thrusting in her mouth. She would finish him like this. Men liked that. Her friend Caroline had always talked about how much men liked blowjobs.

  He pulled her head away looking down at her.

  “Don’t, let me.” She cupped his ass pulling him back towards her mouth.

  “Are you sure, Butterfly?” He arched his neck.

  “Yes.” She licked his head then engulfed him in her mouth. She wanted to taste him like he did her.

  Her head moved up and down as he thrust into her mouth. She looked up, hearing his harsh breathing.

  She took him farther into her mouth, continuing to stroke his shaft. He gripped her hair, his hips pumping faster against her mouth.

  With a deep groan, his body shuddered, flooding her mouth.

  She swallowed what she could while sucking and licking his cock. She wiped off her chin with one hand. He gripped her head until his hips stopped pumping.

  He pulled her up kissing her softly. She sighed against his lips. He laid his forehead against hers, buttoning up his jeans. Bending he slid her panties and shorts up and buttoned them. She snapped her bra closed, pulling down her shirt.

  He kissed her again. “Are you okay, Butterfly?”

  “Yeah.” She smiled.

  He stared into her eyes, searching for answers he knew she didn’t want to give. He wanted her to tell him. To trust him enough to confide in him. As much as he hurt knowing she didn’t trust him, he also knew he was new to her, the tour was new to her and a relationship with a man was, too.

  He would have to wait until she was ready. He would try not to pressure her or get angry. He didn’t think he would always succeed, but he would try.

  ****

  Arianna sat at the table with the girls talking and laughing while the guys did the sound check and the meet and greets.

  Lily smiled from her seat next to Arianna. “Arianna, how are you handling the travel so far?”

  Arianna smiled, she liked Lily. “It’s hard getting used to the motion of the bus.”

  Melissa laughed. “Took me awhile to sleep while we were driving.”

  Lily giggled. “Me too. I thought I would be sick the first couple nights.”

  Amy looked at all three of them. “I love it, the motion helps me sleep.”

  They all burst out laughing and Amy blushed.

  “What’s so funny?” Clay asked, walking toward them.

  “Amy.” Lily wrapped her fingers in her husband’s as he stood behind her.

  “Why is Amy funny?” Kevin looked at his wife and the blush covering her face.

  “Because the motion of the bus helps me sleep.” Amy smiled at him.

  “That it does.” Kevin sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

  Melissa smiled up at her husband as he came over. “We were asking Arianna how she was adjusting to traveling on the bus.”

  Scott sat down next to her.

  “Hopefully better than Lily did.” Clay laughed.

  Lily made a face and stuck her tongue out at him. “I wasn’t that bad.”

  “No.” Clay laughed harder sitting next to her he kissed her cheek.

  Lily laughed glancing at Arianna. “The first night was bad.”

  Clay shook his head. “Very bad. Don’t know what would have happened if she hadn’t been able to get used to it.”

  Arianna glanced around, looking for Tom. Why hadn’t Tom come over yet? Was he avoiding her?

  “Melissa suffered the first few days, too, but not really bad. Just enough to keep her awake.” Scott squeezed her fingers.

  “Did you get motion sickness?” Amy asked Arianna.

  Arianna shook her head. “I’m just not used to the motion.”

  “You get used to it after a while and stop noticing.” Clay leaned back in his chair.

  “Stop noticing what?” Tom walked up from behind Arianna.

  She glanced over her shoulder.

  “The motion of the bus,” Clay said.

  Tom’s fingers brushed Arianna’s shoulder as he sat next to her. “Does take some getting used to at first.”

  “I was telling Arianna how Lily had such a rough time the first few nights on the bus.” Clay grinned at Tom.

  Tom laughed. “I remember. Clay was so upset I thought he’d demand to fly to every venue.”

  Clay glanced at his wife. “I was close.”

  Tom shook his head. “I know. I prayed Lily got over it quickly. She was worse than Melissa.”

  “Hey.” Melissa glared at Tom.

  Tom laughed harder. “She was. And Scott was as bad as Clay.”

  Melissa turned to her husband who smiled and shrugged.

  “Amy didn’t have any problems,” Clay smiled at her.

  “No, she took to the bus well. She likes motion. She falls asleep on the porch swing.” Kevin chuckled.

  Arianna laughed. “Really?”

  Amy nodded and blushed more. “I have a few times.”

  Kevin laughed and kissed her red cheek.

  “Let’s eat,” Clay stood.

  They all stood up walking to the tables. Tom’s fingers grazed Arianna’s waist. “Relax, all is okay.”

  She glanced up, wondering how he knew what she was thinking. She smiled. His hand wrapped around her waist pulling her tight against his side. They walked along the tables, putting food on their plates. Arianna paid attention to what he chose and Tom to what she chose.

  They all sat down at the table eating, conversing, and enjoying each other’s company. Arianna was at ease in her surroundings and with them. She felt like she belonged and smiled, glancing around at everyone. She would miss them, all of them when she left. She sighed.

  “Something wrong?” Tom turned hearing her sigh.

  “No.” She quickly glanced at him.

  Too quickly for Tom, his eyes were alight with doubt.

  She lowered her head staring at her plate of food. She wasn’t lying, just wasn’t willing to share yet.

  He didn’t say another word and went back to eating and conversing with his friends.

  She did it again. Annoyed him.

  Tom saw Arianna playing with her food and whispered in her ear, “Eat, Arianna.”

  She stiffened and tried to eat but her appetite was gone. It disappeared with his choice of names. Arianna and the girls walked over to the side stage area and sat down. They talked about shopping and restaurants. Arianna listened rarely adding anything to the conversation. She didn’t have anything to input having never been to a
ll the places they had.

  The lights dimmed and the pyro exploded. Arianna jumped along with the others. There was no talking this time. After the encore, they walked to the dressing rooms, talking about the show.

  Arianna walked into Tom’s dressing room and sat on the couch. She heard the water running. She picked up a magazine from one of the tables and flipped through the pages while she waited.

  “Arianna,” he called from the shower.

  “Yeah.” She flinched glancing into the bathroom.

  “I left my clothes on the table. Can you bring them in?” He didn’t even turn around to speak to her. She picked up his clothes, walking into the bathroom as he stepped out of the shower. “Here.”

  “Thanks.” He took the clothes and turned to the sink, laying them on the edge.

  Her breath rushed out blowing hair out of her face as she walked out. He hadn’t even looked at her. She flopped on the couch and leaned her head back.

  Tom walked into the main room drying his hair with a towel his shirt slightly damp around his shoulders. “We’re going back to catering, we’ve guests.”

  “Okay.” She watched him brush his hair.

  “You ready?” He walked toward the door, pulling it open. She stood and walked out the door. He wrapped his arm around her waist and they left.

  There were a lot of people in catering. She didn’t recognize most of them and there were a lot of girls. Young girls. She didn’t know if they were fans or friends.

  Tom stopped to talk and introduce her as they mingled in the crowd. Arianna quickly realized the girls were just girls. Girls allowed backstage to hang out with the band. Girls who were looking to hook up with a band member. She watched some of the girls lean against members of the opening band, cuddling and rubbing their hands over them.

  Her eyes raced over the crowd spotting the other members of Distracted with their wives. They only had eyes for them. Goose pimples raced up her arms. She trembled understanding why all the girls were there.

  Tom’s fingers tightened on her waist as they walked away from a group. “Relax.”