Holy crap. It’s like someone turned a faucet on.
My face flames red.
“Oh baby, don’t be embarrassed. It’s incredible,” he assures me.
Holding his weight above me, he grasps himself and slowly rubs his head against me.
“Oh,” I moan, closing my eyes. I’ve waited for this moment for so long, and I’m so glad I did. It’s that much sweeter.
“You’re sure?” he asks one more time.
“Yes!” I nearly yell.
He grins and ever so slowly, guides himself inside me.
It’s the fullness I feel first, the sweet knowledge of his perfect girth, stretching me just right, forcing my four walls to wrap snugly around him.
He makes the most delicious sound deep in his throat and I feel almost proud.
“You’re so tight,” he moans. Instinctively, I clench my muscles around him and he gasps.
“Again!”
I do it again and he moans louder.
He’s still pushing inside of me, making me stretch even wider for him. My own needy moan breaks through and then he can’t control himself any longer. With one hard thrust he’s fully inside of me, making his presence completely known.
“Oh, Carly,” he murmurs, rolling his hips, making me feel all of him. He teases me with tiny thrusts that only make me ache for more.
“Leo,” I beg and he laughs deep in his throat.
“Are you glad you waited?” he husks.
“Yes, yes.”
With no warning, he pulls nearly completely out of me before thrusting hard into me.
“Argh!” I shout as he rams into me.
“Again,” I breathe.
He gives me a few more hard thrusts, before easing up again, taking his time, and forcing me to arch my back and raise my hips to meet him each time. We fall into an easy rhythm, as if we’ve done this a thousand times, yet it’s completely new.
I run my hands along his broad shoulders, digging my nails into him, and then gently sinking my teeth into his shoulder.
He groans loudly, and I reach down to his muscular ass, cupping him hard and trying to pull him deeper inside me.
He reaches around to one leg, pulling it up to his shoulder, the penetration suddenly so much deeper. I cry out with the change, and in response, he pulls my other leg up to my shoulder, driving deep and hard into me.
And then we’re panting breaths, sweaty bodies with slapping skin as we move from lovemaking to primal fucking. I like the change, I want the change. He tugs my hair and I cry out.
He rolls over, keeping us securely connected, and then I’m riding him, my breasts bouncing up and down as I work my way up and down his shaft. His hands reach up to my chest, cupping each breast, and strumming my nipples.
The sensation, coupled with the angle of penetration is almost too much, and I press my sweaty palms against his damp chest, dipping my head to catch my breath, slowing rocking against him.
Leo lets me rest for a quick moment, and then his hands are gripping my thighs, sinking into my flesh, as he pulls me hard and fast against him. I cry out loudly, feeling the delicious friction as he hits my spot at just the right angle. I’m just about to come, when he flips me back over to my back. He thrusts inside me hard and fast, growling as he possesses me.
“Leo!” I moan, “I’m going to come.”
“Yes, Carly honey, come for me.”
And then I’m crying out, moaning, as I shake under him, my second orgasm more powerful than the first. I’m barely aware of what’s happening as Leo pulls out, flips me on my stomach, and pulls my hips up before he pushes into me from behind.
“Argh!” I gasp, as he slides against my backside, filling me again.
Leo tugs my hair; my head pulled back and drives into me from behind. I’m still experiencing aftershocks of my orgasm, my body slick with sweat. Moments later Leo grunts loudly, calls my name and then I feel him burst inside me, throbbing hard and fast as he empties himself.
“Carly, Carly,” he moans, collapsing against my back, nuzzling against me, his hands moving desperately against my body, needing to feel every inch of me. He slows down, pulsing inside me as he gently moves in and out. He’s still hard and he finally stills, keeping himself inside me.
He releases my hair, and my head falls softly to the bed. I press my flushed cheek to the silky sheet, relishing in the coolness of the material. Leo rolls off me, and I turn to face him, lying on my side. We’re both too sweaty to want to touch just yet, but I can feel the connection between us.
Something has changed, our relationship has altered, and I feel like I will never be the same again.
“Carly,” he says, struggling for words.
“I know,” I whisper.
He sighs, and falls back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“I wish we had done that a while ago, but I don’t think it would have felt like that.” He lets out a small laugh, and I grin at him.
We lay like that for a number of minutes, or maybe hours; I’ve honestly lost track of time.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says looking over at me.
Normally, I would feel self-conscious, but I’m completely comfortable around Leo, and I stretch out feline-like, reveling in my nakedness.
“Now you’re just teasing me.”
“I feel like I’m made of rubber,” I admit. My legs are like jelly and my arms are warm and stretchy.
I realize that I’m incredibly thirsty and hungry.
“I’m famished.” I sit up and try to decide what to do. Do I strut naked around my bus?
No, I’m too much of a wimp. Instead, I flash Leo a smile, grab his t-shirt from the floor and throw it over my head.
“Now, that is sexy,” he says appreciatively. I walk out towards the kitchen, and Leo follows in all his glory. Of course he doesn’t care about clothes.
I take out another beer for him and pour myself a glass of Riesling. I also pull out a bottle of water, and take a big gulp from it. I rifle through the pantry, and pull out chips and salsa.
I smile at Leo and curl up the couch with our snacks. Leo takes his beer and saunters back into the bedroom. He emerges a minute later wearing his jeans.
He looks so damn fine that it should be illegal.
He sits next to me and starts digging into the chips, too.
And there we are, just two people sharing a regular moment that is anything but ordinary.
Leo
Four Weeks Later
I look over at Carly who is still in a heated conversation with her former manager. Even though Carly’s old label let her go, a big “fuck you” for Carly leaving them high and dry in Nashville, the label is now pissed that Carly has a pending record deal in New York.
I’ve gotten my lawyer involved, and I know that her old label doesn’t stand a fucking chance. In fact, I think they’re going to have to pay her out some of her residual earnings from her album. Bastards.
I’m sure Carly’s manager is trying to get her to reconsider because he’s lost so much money on her, especially since her ex, Walker aka the Douche, can’t stand on his own. It takes every ounce of self-control not to run over there and grab the phone out of Carly’s hand and tell that prick to shove it up his ass.
Carly hangs up and looks at me, her angry face quickly dissolving into one of happiness.
Damn, I’ve got a gorgeous girl.
And yes, I have Carly. She is mine, just as I belong to her now.
Everyday I wonder how I got so damn lucky that a girl like Carly wants to be with an ass like me. Not that I haven’t worked hard, and I’m still working hard, but she’s worth it. I’m still learning though. My head still follows a hot chick every now and then, and I can’t help looking out at a crowd of fans, and seeing the biggest tits in the audience.
But all of that doesn’t hold my interest anymore. It’s Carly that I come home to, so to speak, and it’s Carly’s bed where I want to be every night. Getting lost in a sea of sheets, tangled between Carly’s
long, shapely legs.
“Hey,” Carly says shyly, wrapping her arms around my waist, and leaning her head against my chest. “I can’t believe I have you all to myself for the next four days.”
Being on tour is hard, and trying to have a relationship while being on tour is even harder. It helps that we’re together, but I haven’t spent nearly as much time with Carly as I’ve wanted. We’ve reached the halfway point of the tour, and we’ve been gifted with a four-day break. In the past, I spent these small breaks going on benders, screwing as many women as I could in a near-constant drunken haze.
Not this time though. I plan on spending nearly all of my time with Carly, preferably with our clothes off. Carly likes to call me a horn dog, but I know that she wants it just as much as I do, she’s just too lady-like to admit her sexual appetite.
“So what are we going to do?” she asks, looking up at me expectantly.
“Besides fuck like rabbits?” I ask.
She swats me playfully.
I take a deep breath. I had been thinking this over for the past five days, and I still wasn’t sure if it was the best idea. I actually got the idea from Jacie when she told me part of her plans for our short break.
“Well,” I say nervously, toying with Carly’s hair, “I was thinking, maybe we could go see my folks.”
Carly freezes, and then her head snaps up to look at me.
“Your parents?”
I nod.
“You want to visit your parents?” she asks, as if the words don’t make sense when strung together.
Which they don’t.
It’s been no secret that I don’t have the best relationship with my parents, and that they don’t approve of my career whatsoever.
“Well, it’s just that my mom had heard that we were dating and I think she really wants to meet you.”
“Meet me?” Carly’s eyes widen with fear.
“They’re not monsters,” I explain gently, “They’re just doctors. Wishing all three of their kids had become doctors, too.”
Carly bites her lower lip, a nervous tendency that never fails to turn me on.
“I mean, I guess we can do that. If that’s what you really want to do. Sure”
I’m not sure if it’s what I really want to do, but I feel like it might be a good decision. And if it’s terrible, I know to continue avoiding my parents.
Was it that easy?
“You will?”
“Why not? They’re your parents, and honestly, I would like to meet them. They can’t be all bad if they raised you.”
I pull Carly towards me, kissing her long and hard on the mouth.
“My mother is going to love you,” I murmur.
“So when is this visit taking place?” she asks coyly, toying with my belt.
“I was thinking tomorrow.” My voice is low and husky, and I can feel myself hardening as Carly continues to playfully tug at my belt.
“So, we have all night tonight?” she asks softly, raising her eyebrows.
Christ, this girl is insatiable.
“All night,” I assure her.
She licks her lips and starts pulling me back towards her bus.
And again, I wonder what I ever did to deserve a girl like Carly.
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Thank you, thank you, thank you for reading. My love to you, the reader.
~Reese
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