by Alexa Riley
I flip on the intercom. “Please bring your sexy little ass in here, my little muse.” She jumps up and salutes me before practically skipping over to the door.
“You summoned me, Apollo?” She thinks she’s being sassy with her nickname for me, but I find it just as cute and sexy as everything else about her.
Pushing my chair back, I crook a finger at her, then pat my lap. She saunters over, her hips swinging and making my mouth water. Visions of my hands holding tightly to those hips as I thrust inside her have my cock trying to burst from my pants and stand at full attention.
She drops down into my lap and gasps before squirming and making the bulge pressed against her ass harden and grow even more. “Sit still, Shelby,” I rasp, trying to sound stern while I’m nearly choking on lust. She drives me to the edge of my control. She’s the only person in the whole world that can do that.
I take a couple of deep breaths and try to regain my composure. Get this done and then you can spend the rest of the day inside her, I tell myself.
“The theme song is almost done,” I tell her with a bright smile. Shelby claps and hops a little in my lap until she bumps my cock again and stills. Then she wiggles again, and her snicker makes it clear she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. I narrow my eyes at her and slip my hand between her thighs to cup her center. “You’re asking for a spanking, baby.”
Her eyes twinkle merrily, but she attempts a somber nod. “Yes, sir, Mr. Hayes.”
I groan and glare at her for a moment. “I need my little muse’s help, but when we are done in here, you’re going to get that spanking. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit, or walk, tomorrow without remembering who owns this pussy.” Her breathing picks up, but I say a little prayer for control and steel myself against temptation.
“I want you to sing some of these sections so I can get a feel for the music behind a real voice. Then I want to send it to the producer for his feedback.”
Shelby’s cheeks dust with pink again and it’s cute as fuck. Focus, Theo, fucking focus! Her jade pools are wide and round with excitement. I urge her to stand and pat her bottom before getting up and walking over to the printer. I hand her a sheaf of papers and she takes them, holding them to her chest like they are stolen treasure.
“I’ve got recording booth A set up for you, baby,” I tell her. She scampers out into the hall and then pops into the tiny, mic’d room. Once she’s donned the headphones and has the music set up on the stand, she gives me a thumbs-up.
I hit the intercom button. “I know you’re a perfectionist, Shelby, but right now we just need a rough recording to send Hugo.” I’m sure the asshole will have plenty to say about it, and I’m one hundred percent sure that I’ll ignore at least ninety percent of his notes. This will get him off my ass for a little while though. I’ll have some time to give all of my attention to my girl.
She gives me another thumbs-up and I start the music. The second I hear her voice, I’m glad I remembered to sit down first, or I might have fallen on my ass. Her voice blows me away every time I hear it, but to hear her singing my creation. . .it’s the next best thing to watching her come.
It takes a couple of hours to finish because we record the whole song four times so I can splice in the best sections together. By the time we’re done for the day, I’m so fucking hard I can barely see straight. I don’t know how I manage to put together a decent demo for Hugo, I’m not even sure how decent it really is, but I hit send because I can’t fucking wait anymore. I stalk out into the hall and the door to the recording booth slams against the wall when I shove it open.
Shelby looks at me with surprise, but when she clocks the expression on my face, her eyes turn molten. Her breathing turns ragged and with every step forward I take, she moves back until she hits the padded wall. My hands slam down on either side of her head and she licks her lips, leaving a glistening trail in the wake of her tongue.
I bend and take her bottom lip gently between my teeth, nipping at it before sealing my mouth over hers. Somewhere inside of me, a dam breaks and there is nothing but the rushing flood of desire and need. I need her. Now.
Chapter Nine
Shelby
Theo’s an intense guy. I’ve known it since he yanked me inside his house. If that hadn’t done it, the fact that he hasn’t let me leave again would’ve clued me in. Not that I mind. It’s part of why I think I’m so drawn to him. But there’s something about this kiss that takes it to a whole other level. Maybe it’s the way he prowled into the recording booth and caged me against the wall. Or it could be how he’s devouring my mouth like he wants me more than the very air he breathes.
When he eventually lifts his head, the lacy pink panties he picked out for me this morning are a wet, needy mess. “Wow.”
“I appreciate the sentiment, but you haven’t seen anything yet. That’s just a little taste of what I have in store for you now that I have the theme song sent off to Hugo,” he warns, sliding his hands down to my butt. When he lifts me up, I wrap my legs around his waist and let out a little moan as his hardness presses against my core.
“I already know what you’ve got planned for me.” I grin up at him and wiggle in his hold. “You mentioned a spanking, and then I could swear there was something about fucking me so hard I won’t be able to sit tomorrow.”
His fingers dig into my flesh hard enough that I know they’ll leave faint bruises behind. My face heats at my bold words, but he’s pulled me out of my shell.
It only makes me hotter when I see his marks on my skin. They serve as a reminder of how much he wants me, not that Theo gives me a lot of time for doubts to pop into my head. It’s almost like he knows anytime they creep up on me, and he hunts me down for a quick kiss that usually leads to more. And the kind of more he gives me always involves an orgasm or two. I’ll be spent in bed unable to think of anything but how much Theo wants me.
“That wasn’t all I promised.” He ruts his hips against me. “After I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow without remembering I own this pussy.”
I shiver, thinking about how amazing it’s going to feel when he pounds in and out of my body. As much as I want that, and the feel of his palm on my ass a few times, there’s something else I want just a tiny bit more. Something I haven’t had the chance to do yet because Theo is a giver in all things and is usually focused more on giving me as many orgasms as he can instead of getting his own. “I want all of that, but I need something else first.”
Theo pulls back a little and looks down at me with concern in his dark eyes. “What do you need, my little muse? Whatever it is, you have to know I’ll make sure you get it.”
Lowering my hands to his chest, I drop my legs from around his waist before giving him a nudge so he’ll take a step back. It doesn’t give me a lot of room to work with, but I start to lower to my knees as I look up at him and answer, “To be the one who gives you pleasure.”
“Shelby,” he whispers, his hands tightening around my upper arms and stopping my downward progress before I get far. “You always give me pleasure.”
Staring up at his gorgeous face, I flash him a smile of pure feminine satisfaction. “I know I do, but this time I want to get mine after I give you yours.” I slide my hand down his chest, over the ridges of his abs, and glide it over his hard length. My next words make it perfectly clear what I want. “After I get to taste you.”
“You want to suck me off, baby?”
The desire shining from his dark eyes burns impossibly bright when I lick my bottom lip. “Yes, that’s what I need from you. Let me taste you first and then you can take all the time in the world to do everything you have planned for me.”
His hold tightens further for a moment, and then he unwraps his fingers from my arms. “You’re mine and you always will be.”
“That makes you mine, too.” He’s said stuff like this so many times over the past two weeks that I’m finally starting to believe he really does
mean it in a forever kind of way. “And I want a taste of what’s mine.”
“I’m all yours.” He takes another step back to give me more room. “I’ve been dying to feel those perfect lips wrapped around my cock ever since you first opened them and sang like an angel.”
Whoa. I’m not sure how he does it, but Theo always seems to know exactly the right thing to say. I’ve been new to all the things Theo and I have done together, and this is no different. But just like with everything else, I trust him to make it good for me—even when I’m the one who plans to drive him crazy. So there isn’t even an ounce of hesitation in me while I keep my eyes locked on his, lower myself to my knees between his legs, and drop his pants enough to pull out his hard length.
I’ve dreamed of this, having Theo at my mercy. But I’m not really prepared for the rush of power I feel when I hold him in the palm of my hand. “I still can’t believe this fits inside me,” I whisper as I lower my head to lick the bead of precum at the tip. I let out a little moan at the taste, and his hips flex, pushing his dick against my lips.
I lick down his length, tracing one of the bulging veins. When I make my way back up to the crown and swirl my tongue around it, a groan rumbles up his chest. I look up at him and ask, “You like that?”
“I more than like it.” He wraps my hair around a fist and cups my jaw with his other hand. “I fucking love it.”
With a little pressure on the back of my head, he guides his dick back to my mouth. I part my lips, and he glides over my tongue. He doesn’t go too far, only giving me a couple of inches until I make a humming sound of pleasure and his hips jerk, driving him to the back of my throat. I freeze up, but he eases back until I’m able to breathe around him again.
“Sorry, baby. Having your hot little mouth wrapped around me is wreaking havoc on my control,” he rasps. “But I’m trying to be good here.”
I give him a deliberately hard suck before pulling my mouth off him and arguing, “That’s the last thing I need right now. I might not have ever given a blow job before, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to lose control because taking my mouth is the best thing you’ve ever felt before.”
I feel the tremor that rocks through his strong body. “You want me to take your mouth?”
“Yes.”
He moves my hands to his bare ass and orders, “Then hold on, little muse, because I’m about to give you exactly what you asked for. I always will.”
Then he takes control, using his hand in my hair to guide how deep he goes with each thrust into my mouth. I feel him growing bigger with each drive. His breath is ragged, his chest heaving. Watching him as he gets closer to the edge is hotter than anything I’ve ever seen before. And it only gets better when he grits out, “So close, Shelby. I’m going to come. You’ll swallow me down.”
I want him to come in my mouth, so I dig my fingers in his ass to bring him closer to me. It sets him off, and he pushes against my tongue. His cock jerks, and he fills my mouth with his hot cum. There’s so much of it that I almost choke and some of it dribbles past my lips and down my chin. Then he drags me up to my feet, his hands ripping my panties from my body. I let out a startled gasp when he drops to his knees and pushes my thighs wide.
“Now it’s my turn to feast,” he breathes against my core before diving in. He licks from my center up to my clit in one long lick, circling it until I cry out. His hands hold me in place, wrapped around my hips as he devours me. There’s no slow buildup as he uses his tongue, lips, and teeth to bring me to the edge and drive me right over it. And he doesn’t stop with one orgasm. I’m still trembling from the second, my legs barely able to hold me up, when he pulls me down onto his lap and rips the button-down shirt that I’m wearing—another one of his—over my head to pull one of my nipples in his mouth as he lines himself up to nudge my entrance.
“Condom,” I pant, even as I wrap myself around his body to bring him closer.
It’s somehow turned into a little game between the two of us—me reminding Theo that we should be using a condom and him going crazy at the idea of something coming between us. I get off on it more than I should.
His hand glides down my back, and there’s a flare of heat when he smacks one of my butt cheeks. “You know I’m not going to wear one. Why do you keep asking?” He punctuates the question with a smack to the other side. “Is it because you want me to spank this ass until it’s a deep shade of red instead of giving you a couple of gentle swats so it only turns a little pink?”
“No, it’s because I love how it makes you take me even harder.” My admission is soft, but his reaction is anything but.
“You like that I fuck you so hard you feel it the next day, don’t you?” he asks as he thrusts up into me.
“Yes.”
My moaned response earns me several hard drives of his cock into my tight heat before he says anything else. “You never complain when I take you again only hours later because I can’t stay away from you.”
“Uh huh.” Those have been some of my favorite times, when he’s so gentle because he doesn’t want to hurt me.
He bites down at the spot where my neck and shoulder meet. “I’ve seen you tracing my marks while you look at them in the mirror, when you think I’m not watching. You love those too, don’t you?”
My pussy clenches around his hard length. “I do.”
“Of course you do, my little muse.” He pounds into me harder, until my body is drawn tight with need and I’m close to shattering. “It’s because you’re perfect for me.” He drops his forehead against mine, those dark eyes of his burning into mine as he sinks deep. “Fucking made for me.”
“Yes,” I gasp, knowing it’s more than that. Realizing it’s because I’ve fallen in love with him. But I hold the words inside as my climax rips through my body, triggering his. Even though he came in my mouth a little while ago, he fills my pussy with his hot release. With his mouth claiming mine and his cum dripping down my thighs, I know I want to be his. Forever.
Chapter Ten
Theo
My phone buzzes on the nightstand and I reach over and silence it before it wakes Shelby. She’s asleep on my chest, and I’m perfectly content to stay in bed all morning letting her use me as a pillow. God, how did I get so lucky? She came right to my door.
However, the caller ID catches my eye and I know I should answer. Carefully, I slide out from under my woman and drop my legs to the floor. I grab my cell as I stand and swipe the screen to answer. “Give me a second, Hugo,” I whisper. With my free hand, I drag the comforter up and cover Shelby’s body, but take a minute to admire the love bites I’ve left all over her, marking her as mine. I’ll never get enough of her.
With a sigh, not wanting to leave her alone in bed, I pivot and pad out of the bedroom, making my way down the hall to my office. I leave the door open an inch so I’ll hear if Shelby comes looking for me.
“So? What did you think?” I ask bluntly as I take a seat behind my desk. I sent the demo over a week ago, so I’m surprised it’s taken this long for him to get back to me.
“Fucking hell, Theo. It’s your best work.” My lips spread into a smile so big it almost hurts my face because I know it’s because of my muse. She drew that work and passion from me. “Your work is always amazing, dude, but this is on another level. What the fuck changed?”
I’m not ready to burst the private bubble Shelby and I are in yet. And, even if I was, Hugo would be the last person I’d share it with. He’s a brilliant producer, but the guy is a dick. Especially to women. He doesn’t even take the time to remove the condom before he’s running away from his latest fuck. And I’m not exaggerating. I literally saw him leaving one of the dressing rooms in his studio as he tucked his cock back in his pants. Condom still on. I fight a shudder.
So I make up a bullshit excuse. “Just needed some fresh air, I guess.”
“It wouldn’t have anything to do with this Shelby Walsh singing on the demo you sent me?” he pushes.
“Well, she’s unbelievably magnificent and I want her.”
“You can’t fucking have her!” I snap out.
“Whoa. Calm down, man. Damn.”
He’s right, I need to calm the fuck down. No one will take her from me. But his next words have blinding rage consuming me. “I’m sorry, Theo, but we’ve already reached out to her. Not only do we want to lock her in for this movie, but we have two others in the works that we think she’d be perfect for.”
Fuck. I’d anticipated Hugo wanting to find Shelby after hearing the demo, but it hadn’t occurred to me that he would actually track her down. I’d also sent the demo to an agent friend of mine. I knew she’d be interested the second she heard Shelby sing, and I hoped she’d sign Shelby before Hugo or his minions got anywhere near her.
“Theo?” Shelby’s hesitant voice draws my attention immediately, and my whole countenance softens at simply having her near. I wave her into the room and pat my lap. She smiles sweetly as she rounds the desk and sits, instantly melting into me.
“She’s not interested,” I tell Hugo firmly then hang up, not giving two shits what he was about to say next. “How did you sleep, my little muse?” I ask her as I nuzzle my nose into her neck. She’s too sweet for someone like Hugo. He’d ruin her sweetness. I’d keep it safe. Treasure it as it should be.
“Great,” she replies. Then she puts her hand on my check and draws my gaze up to meet hers. “Um, I have a question.” Her expression is a strange mixture of confusion and accusation. I raise an eyebrow at the second emotion but silently wait for her to continue.
“I got an email this morning,” she says, fiddling with her phone, which I’m only just realizing she has in her hands. “From the office of Hugo Malone.” My body stiffens at her revelation, the anger beginning to return. “Isn’t he the one producing your current project?”