His Assurance (Assured Distraction Book 3)

by Thia Finn

  “Not yet, but soon.” His finger circled the bud a couple of times, never actually dipping in but letting me know he was there. It felt different, and since I had never had a guy try that before, I wasn’t sure what to expect. He continued to the opening that glistened with the proof that I needed him inside me, and slowly rimmed around it picking up the sweet cream as he went. After, coating two fingers, they barely breached the opening.

  “You love making me wait,” I said softly as a moan escaped my lips. It felt so good, but it was such exquisite torture. Death by waiting to be fucked. I could read it in a headline somewhere.

  He passed over the opening and found my clit begging for attention. It was swollen from the drawn out intimate caresses as he made his way down to it. Now, all the nub needed was a few flicks or nips to explode, but he knew this and held off so I might die from the anticipation of the orgasm. My hands fisted the comforter under me as I moan out in frustration.

  “Uh-uh. Not yet, babe. We have plenty of time. I want to hear all of the beautiful sounds coming from those lips that I can pull from you tonight, and I plan for it to be many.” He again moved back up to the top of my ass where his lips and tongue have been lingering to add to the torture. He rolled me back over and raised my spread legs up, so he had an all-access pass to my writhing body. Using his tongue, he started at the back and slowly slid until he reached the channel that was begging for him. I knew it was wet and ready, and he lapped at the juices as they coated the waiting surface.

  His tongue dipped in and swirled around, and the moan I had held in escaped, in a desperate plea.

  “Gunner, please. I can’t stand it much longer.”

  He smirked and said, “My little cherry pie, we’ve just begun, though. Is this the spot?” And with that, his tongue slipped in and out of me at a slow fucking pace. The feeling was amazing, and I could feel my walls starting to contract each time he pulled his tongue back. He moved his index finger up and circled my clit with it as he slid back in. When he flicked my clit a couple of times and then slightly pushed it inward, I exploded. I contracted on his tongue and felt the juices flow like never before. It was as though the walls meant to be capturing his cock were squeezing themselves, and the liquid flowed more than ever.

  “Wow. I didn’t know you had it in you to do that for me. Maybe I was doing something wrong before.” He lapped at the added liquid with this tongue and fingers, using them to coat me.

  “I’ve never had that happen before, Gunner. I don’t know if I’m supposed to apologize or stay quiet and be embarrassed.”

  “How about be excited that you inflated my ego to capacity? That doesn’t happen too often. I’ve impressed myself tonight.” He gave me another smirk as he said it. “How about we try that again?”

  He started back down from my clit, circling it with his tongue and lightly bit it with his teeth at the same time. He circled where I desperately wanted his cock instead. “Oh, Gunner, I need you inside me so badly.”

  “Soon chéri, soon.” He plunged one finger in and then two on the second pass while he ran his teeth over my clit causing such perfect torture to the fragile spot.

  The orgasm rolled over me as I came a second time, clenching the fingers fucking me. Before I could even breathe, he curled his fingers and rubbed across the roughened spot that set me off extending the orgasm and adding a new dimension so it was perfection to my senses. I think I might have held his fingers captive with the walls of my pussy contracted tightly around them.

  “Chéri if I didn’t know better, I swear you really don’t want me to stop this torture.” I couldn’t talk. Hell, I could hardly breathe. I couldn’t even let out the pent-up moan that was hurting to escape my lungs and throat with my body tightly clenched.

  He kissed up my body, taking my T-shirt with him and moved to lie down beside me, as he ran the tips of his fingers around my tightened nipples. I felt him pull the shirt over my head and down my arms, but I hadn’t opened my eyes yet. I was still breathing, so I knew I hadn’t died and gone to heaven, but it sure felt like I did for a few minutes.

  While he continued to observe me, I worked to find some normalcy. It took a few minutes, but I finally gained a normal heart rhythm.

  “See, that was worth the wait, right?” He gave a slight laugh with his comment.

  “Trying to fill in that ego some more?” I said with a breathy sound.

  “No, just stating the facts, sweet cherry pie.”

  I wanted to do some torturing of my own, so when I rolled over and on top of him, I straddled his waist. “There’s a problem.”

  “Really? I thought it was all perfect.”

  “Yeah, it was, but now you’re still dressed, and I’m totally naked.”

  “From my viewpoint, it’s a pretty awesome view of the world.” He reached up and palmed both of my tits, circling the nipples with his thumbs

  “Yes, but from mine, it won’t do at all.” I slid down his body, and felt his hard cock, so I moved my body up and down it a few times before moving further down his thighs. I leaned over, so my mouth was even with the top of his jeans, where a strip of skin was showing between the jeans and shirt. Moving my hands under the hem, I traced my fingers up his abs and felt them tighten as the muscles contracted involuntarily. My touch connected with the rigid planes and smooth valleys in between. The shirt went as high as I could reach before he took over, whipping it off as if he was afraid he would miss seeing my next move.

  “Now that you’re on your way to nakedness, I can continue to explore this area right here.” I climbed up his body taking care to rub over the thickness still tucked away and kissed his flattened nipple, then circled it with my tongue.

  “You know this beautiful ink gets me hot just looking at it. The angel and devil have the best spot in the house because they can watch everything we do.” I ran my nail around and tweaked the sensitive little nub. I started back down his torso with little nips from my teeth making their way down to the trail running just under his navel. I stopped to circle it for fun, and he sucked in a breath. It sounded like torture escaping his lips.

  “Oh, mister. It’s turnabout fair play, so lie back and enjoy this ride.”

  “I plan to enjoy the ride, all right. Just wait.” His lips curled into a half-smile, and I reached the button on his dark jeans, popping it open easily. I slowly lowered the zipper to see the outline of his cock waiting its turn for the torture at my hands. I stood and pulled his jeans down, revealing black boxer briefs hugging him.

  “Those need to go, too.” I pulled, and he pushed at the same time. I didn’t have time to decide who was more eager because as they hit the floor along with his jeans and climbed back up his bare legs once again, straddling his hips.

  “Now where should I start?” I looked over his perfect masculine body, admiring the hard work he’d kept up since he’d recovered from the accident. I kissed across his lower abs and looked up at him. The eyes are a dark blue color now as lust burned within them.

  “God, you’re beautiful, Lola,” he said.

  “You’re awfully beautiful, too.” I returned the compliment. From my angle, he was the perfect male specimen. I kissed down the brief dusting of hair below his navel, and the swollen head was dragging in the valley between my tits. He stopped me and pushed them together from the outside, capturing his dick. He moved between them several times, and I stuck my tongue out and licked the top when it came close enough. He groaned with satisfaction as I captured the head swirling my tongue around it.

  “Keep doing that, and it’s going to explode on your face in a few short strokes.”

  I sat up. “I don’t want that to happen just yet.”

  “Me either.”

  I slipped down his legs a little further and took his rock hard cock in my hand, wrapping around it. I slid up and down the hot length of him, capturing a little of the pre-cum as I went. He was making a face each time I reached the sensitive location just below the head as I used my thumb to find the
slit emitting the liquid.

  I finally encased the hard flesh of soft skin in my mouth and sucked him down as far as I could on the first pass. He reared up off the bed from the intense pleasure it caused as I made my way down the length.

  “Damn, Lola. I don’t know if I can take that too much, either. All the self-love I’ve been having since you left is in no way equal to the pleasure your sweet lips provide. It’s just not the same.”

  “Tell me about it,” I said before going down on him again. I gazed back in his direction, and the intense look that met me set me off in a frenzy of sucking him in and out of my mouth. When I slowed and looked back up, he was still staring hard.

  “You’re even more beautiful right now. Come here.”

  I let go and crawled up his body, and in an instant, he flipped us and captured me under him. I circled my legs around his waist, and he kissed me hard. Our tongues dueled for space, and he finally left me breathless. He kissed down to my tits, moving his dick across my bare skin between my legs but not breaching the slit in any way. He was such a tease.

  When he sucked down on my nipple, he pushed in part of the way and stopped. The head was inside, but that was all. “Don't stop, Gun. Please don’t stop. I need you,” I said on a forced breath.

  “I need you, too, babe, I need you, too.” He pushed in all the way until he was balls deep, and oh my God, it felt perfect.

  He moved to my other breast and licked around the already hardened nipple that was dying for attention. As he took it in and sucked, he started moving, slowly at first.

  “Babe, this is good, but I need more.” That’s all the encouragement he needed. He plunged in and retreated with hard, intense strokes that met the core of my existence. I dug my heel into his ass cheeks, trying to get him in further but it didn’t give me what I needed.

  “More, Gunner. I need more.”

  He reached around and grabbed my ankle, pulling my leg up until it was over his shoulder, then did the other leg the same way. He pushed hard, and it felt so damn good, I couldn’t keep from screaming his name as I came again. Before I could come down from the intense pleasure, he stopped and flipped me over to my stomach again and pulled my hips off the mattress. He slid his cock from my clit a few times and then pushed in hard again. This time, he hit that spot I needed over and over as he forcefully increased his movements inside me.

  “Right there, right there, don’t stop. Gunner, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I came over and over. The contracting around him did it for him because he growled my name and made unintelligible sounds.

  We finally came to our senses, and he rolled off me. We both laid facing the ceiling.

  “Damn. Lola. Best sex ever!” He pulled me to him and grabbed the blanket that was on the floor beside the bed, cocooning us together.

  And I couldn’t agree more.

  It only took about a week or so for my hearing to return to normal. The doctor checked me out and told me not to overdo it just yet, so I convinced Lola she should come and play nurse with me for now under doctor’s orders. She laughed and told me she heard the doctor’s orders, and it didn’t include a private nurse, but she came anyway.

  Over the next few weeks, we spent all of our time together when she was not interviewing or studying for interviews. It took me a month to convince her to leave her little house and move into mine. I constantly pointed out that she was wasting money on a storage building. That was all it was since she spent almost every minute at my house.

  The band was going back into the studio next week to finish up our next album. I was pumped about it because I knew when I came home, she was going to be there waiting for me. She, Peri, and Chandler had grown closer over the time she had been here, and I was glad. I knew she needed friends to hang out with.

  I didn’t know how we were going to make it when I left on tour, but I knew we would figure it out. We hadn’t made the big three-word investment in each other yet, but we were taking life one day at a time.

  Until today.

  Today was going to be special.

  I called from the studio and asked her to get dressed. I was heading home in about an hour. I wanted to give her plenty of time since I knew she would make it special for me. She always had something hidden away to keep me guessing what I was going to find. I got her a La Perla credit card. I told her it was for her, but it was really for me. Of course, she looked smokin’ hot in anything or nothing at all, but it made her feel that way with expensive silk and lace next to her skin. So hey, who was I to keep a girl from feeling sexy?

  Tonight, I was telling her, while we dance. It had become our thing since the night on the dance floor that we finally got back together. Even though that night had its problems, we both loved the sensual feel of each other’s bodies on the dance floor, and now we danced in our house every chance we had.

  I was taking her to a little place out on the lake that had dining and dancing. It was not a loud club like we usually went, with our friends. I wanted it to be more romantic than some ridiculous club where the testosterone was strong, and the women were horny. I wanted it more private, so I rented the entire back room just for the two of us. A friend of mine who did great acoustic guitar was coming in and doing an entire set for us to dance. I didn’t know if we would make it that long, but he knew the signal to leave and was cool with the whole idea.

  I headed out to the lake. It wasn’t that far from my house so we would arrive quickly.

  “Where are we going, Gun?” This was her new name for me, and I thought it was hot that she thought I could shoot like a gun.

  “It’s a surprise. I wanted to have a special night for a change.”

  “Great. We need a special night sometimes.”

  We pulled into the parking lot, and the valet came to get the keys. I stepped around and opened the door.

  “Mon chéri, you look amazing.” Her soft blonde curls were hanging all the way down her back, and I loved it that way because later I could wrap my hands in it.

  The maître d showed us to a section obviously arranged just for the two of us overlooking the blue waters of Lake Travis. The water was up finally, and it was a perfect color for November.

  Dinner arrived, and we enjoyed talking and sharing bits of food. We ordered after dinner drinks and Teage came out, sat behind the mic, and started to play. I knew she was going to love the music because she loved acoustic anything. Teage’s skills were excellent on acoustical guitar.

  I stood and asked her to dance, and she put her hand in mine rising from her chair looking me in the eyes. We danced slowly around the floor. We were in no hurry, no rush, no crowd. The pace was perfect for the two of us. I held her close and kissed the top of her head when he started the song I had picked out for just that moment, “The One” by Kodaline. The words were important, and I didn’t know if she had ever heard the song before. When I first heard it, my mind went immediately to how I felt about her. Honestly, it was the reason I decided we needed to have tonight. I wanted her to know how I felt, and I believed she felt the same way, too. Right now, I prayed she did.

  “You know I never believed in love or

  believed one day

  That you would come along…”

  When Teage finished that verse, I couldn’t wait any longer to tell her. I stopped dancing and looked at her. “I wanted this to be the perfect moment to tell you something, Lola.”

  She looked at me strangely. “I have something I want to say, too, but you go first.”

  “Lola, when I met you in Paris, I knew you were special. I could feel it, but back then I was too stupid to know just how special you were. The moment we reconnected here in Austin, I had the same feeling, but it still wasn’t the right timing. After the accident, I had a lot of time to think about things. I was in a very dark place for a while. Then, I almost destroyed what could have been. So tonight, I’m not waiting another minute. I love you, Lola. I love you. I want to keep telling you I love you for a long, long time. Probably fo
rever.”

  I knew I did something right because big tears spilled from her eyes as I stopped talking.

  “Oh, Gunner. That’s what I wanted to tell you, too. I wanted to leave Paris with you when you came through, but I knew we weren’t in a place in our lives to make that a reality. With you on the road, and me having the time of my life figuring out who I was, it would have never worked. The accident pushed me over the edge, though. I didn’t know whether to run to you or away from you until I was gone. I was miserable in Houston. My dad told me to go after what I wanted and what I wanted was you. When you left me on that dance floor, I wanted to sink into a puddle and stay there, but then you were at my door begging, and I knew it was for real.”

  “I love you. I love you. I love you, Gunner.”

  I realized Teage had been playing something softly in the background, so I gave him the nod, and he walked out the door.

  “Let’s go home, chéri. Our home. Together.”

  These are songs I love and listened to while I was writing this book. There’s no rhyme or reason to the order or the song. I just enjoy the music, the lyrics, the tune or the performers. I love live music, too.

  Notes about ACL Festival

  This is a great music festival of rock and alternative music, and that occurs in Oct. of each year in Zilker Park in Austin, TX. It invites performers from all over the world to play for two weekends. This is a great time to visit ATX because the weather is usually outstanding. I had the pleasure of attending it for the first time with my daughter, and we had an awesome experience. Thanks, Lacy for putting up with me for a weekend of fun and games. Looking forward to this year!