♪ Kiss You by One Direction
“God, I’ve missed you,” I murmured against her lips.
Her fingers gripped my hair as my mouth traveled across her jaw, down her neck, eliciting shivers from her. She tilted her head back, giving me free rein of all that glorious skin. Threading my fingers through her hair, I tilted her head, so I could ravage her mouth again.
As I lost myself in the kiss, my fingers trailed down her abdomen and rested against the heat between her legs. I made a conscious effort to not move things any further without a sign from her. I didn’t have to wait long. Her hips thrusted forward, pressing her center against my palm. The whimpered plea that slipped from her mouth into mine was all the permission I needed. With a musician’s dexterous fingers, I unfastened her shorts and slipped my fingers inside.
The feel of her wet warmth made my cock grow exponentially harder than I already was. The ache was hard to ignore. Until she tilted her hips and started grinding against my hand. Then every conscious and unconscious thought narrowed to her. Just her. Not me or what I wanted or needed. Only ever Izzy. Two fingers sank inside while another slowly circled her clit. A jab of pain went through my shoulder where she held on.
“Lose the paintbrush, baby,” I rumbled against her lips. Her hand disappeared, and I heard her fumbling for the easel. But I didn’t let up with the rhythm I’d set.
“Screw it,” she mumbled against my lips as the brush clattered to the floor.
“I plan to,” I teased back.
Her body trembled and tensed, letting me know she was getting close.
How could I have forgotten how she felt in my hands? And how could I ever have possibly thought any other girl would feel the same?
A few more concentrated touches, and she crashed over the edge, tearing her lips from mine as she panted. As the tremors subsided, she dropped her head to my shoulder. I continued to stroke her softly.
“I forgot how good that felt,” she breathed into the crook of my neck.
“Forgot how good my fingers feel, or how good an orgasm feels?” I joked huskily.
“Both.”
It had been a while since I’d had my hands on her for more than a hug. But how could she have forgotten how good an orgasm felt? She’d been dating someone just a few months ago. A guy from her economics class in college. I leaned back so I could look her in the face.
“How could you… I mean, you were dating some guy just a few months ago. Didn’t…”
“We didn’t do anything like that. Like, anything, really. Gosh, I don’t want to talk about other guys with you.” She buried her face more deeply in the hollow of my neck.
I chuckled. I didn’t really like thinking about her with other guys either. But I was curious. “How long has it been?”
She pushed away from me and stood up. Turning her back to me, she bent down and picked up the palette I’d discarded earlier. “Years,” she muttered.
“Years?” I asked incredulously. Impossible.
“Yeah. I’ve only ever been with you,” she offered quietly, like it was something to be ashamed of.
“That’s… that’s—” I was at a loss for words.
“Pathetic, I know,” she offered bitterly.
Grabbing her shoulder, I spun her around. “It’s awesome. Knowing that I’m the only one to ever touch you. To ever witness your pleasure. To hear you when you come. That’s an empowering feeling. It makes my heart swell to the point it feels like it’s going to burst.”
♪ Hooked by Dylan Scott
THE FLOOR HAD to be incredibly interesting because she stared at it as if the secrets to world peace and the cure for the common cold were hidden among the carpet fibers, waiting for her to decipher them.
“Hey, don’t be scared of what I feel for you—”
“Oh no,” she cried as she knelt down next to the canvas.
“What’s wrong?” My heart lurched at the despair in her voice. I should’ve kept my feelings to myself. I’d ruined everything. I couldn’t survive without Izzy. Maybe I could convince her to ignore the word vomit I’d just spewed. I could lie and tell her what just happened between us wasn’t monumental for me.
Her choked words interrupted my thoughts, “I messed it up. When I was trying to put the paintbrush down without looking, I must have touched it with my wet finger. See, there’s a red fingerprint in the corner.” She pointed to the corner of the canvas.
Tears welled in her eyes. Leaning down to the paint palette, I touched my finger to the red paint. Then I pressed my fingerprint next to hers, joining them into a heart. “It’s not ruined, see? Now you can put your signature on top of our heart.”
She launched herself into my arms. When I picked her up, she wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing her heat against my crotch. “How do you do that?” She beamed at me.
“Do what?” My brow wrinkled in confusion.
“Always know the perfect thing to say or do?” Her fingers rubbed the beginnings of the scruff on my jaw.
I turned my face, so my lips landed on her fingers. I pressed a kiss to them before turning back to look in her eyes. “Only when it comes to you. And that’s because I know your heart. Inside and out.”
Her fingers traced my face. “I missed your face so much.”
“Me too. Somehow, I managed to forget how much peace I feel when I have you in my arms.” My arms tightened around her. Life had been full of chaos the past couple of years. I needed Izzy’s presence to center and ground me.
She squeezed me tightly. “Sorry, I got paint all over you,” she said as her fingers traced the now dried red smudges on my shoulder and chest.
“I think you should wash it off of me,” I replied with a smirk.
“I can do that. Bathroom’s behind door number one,” she said, pointing.
Walking to the door, I let go of her with one hand and fumbled with the knob. With a curse, I finally got it opened. Two full steps brought me to the middle of her blue bathroom. My eyes rapidly took in the jar of seashells on the shelf and the beach painting on the wall. Turning, I set her on the countertop, then spun to get the hot water flowing. When I turned back around, the lust in her eyes made my heart race.
“See something you like?” I teased to break the tension.
What we were about to do felt colossal. Like it would change everything.
Nibbling on her lower lip, she nodded her head. Her fingers went to the hem of her shirt, and she began exposing her smooth skin, inch by inch. I groaned when her torso was bare, except for her lacey bra. Swallowing the thick lump in my throat, I stepped forward. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I lifted her body, so she could slide her shorts off. She hissed when I planted her naked body back on the cold counter. In a flash, I had her bra tossed off onto the floor. Scooping her up, I turned and took a few steps to the side. She pulled open the glass door, and we stepped inside beneath the pounding hot spray.
I lowered her feet to the tiles but kept my arm anchored around her waist until she was steady on her feet. Winding her hands around my neck, she pulled my head down to marry our mouths. The heat in the kiss rivaled the water scorching down my back. When she’d kissed me dizzy, she stepped back and grabbed her loofah and bodywash. I watched as she squeezed a hefty amount of pink soap onto the springy sponge. After she closed the bottle, she dropped it in the corner.
Keeping her eyes on mine, she began to circle the soft, scratchy puffball on my shoulder. The sweet scent of strawberries filled the steamy air. She had to rub it over the same area multiple times to remove the traces of red paint from my skin. Stepping closer, she dragged the loofah over my chest, erasing the errant marks left in her blissed-out state. Her lips pressed a kiss over my heart, which thundered erratically in my chest. It felt like it wanted to jump out of my body and burrow itself in hers.
♪ All I Ever Needed by Bret Michaels
Her free hand played follow the leader with the tickly poof in her palm. When she stroked the rough material delicatel
y over my cock, the breath froze in my lungs. My already aching member sprung fully to attention. She grasped it, filling her empty hand and stroking it the way she knew drove me crazy. That summer before our senior year, we’d done a lot of touching to learn what each other liked.
“Got to make sure I didn’t get any paint down here,” she said in a teasing tone.
“Yeah, definitely don’t want that,” I answered huskily.
As I stared into her eyes, she dropped to her knees. She wasn’t going to…
Then her mouth was on me. Tentatively. This was one thing we hadn’t explored together. I moaned as I reached for her.
“What are you doing?” I gasped.
She looked up at me. “I know that you know what I’m doing. And I know you’re a big fan of blowjobs. Remember, I walked in while you were on the receiving end of one before that gig a year ago when I decided to surprise my best friend with a visit?”
Oh, I definitely remembered it. It was one of our biggest gigs, and Izzy had decided to surprise me with her support. One of our regular groupies, Cleo, had flirted her way backstage before the show and was helping me relax via her mouth on my cock. When Izzy opened the door, I was mortified. Instant deflation as soon as I saw her there, backing out with horror on her face and tears in her eyes. I’d zipped my pants and chased her down. She’d never shown up unannounced backstage again—from then on always giving me plenty of notice so I could get rid of the hangers-on before she got there.
“Can we not talk about my past escapades while you’re touching me?” I rasped out.
“Hey, I’m not judging you. You’re a rocker. You’re sexy. You’re single. I’m just saying, I know you liked it, and I haven’t ever… um… you know. So, I want to.” Her hand continued to stroke while she explained in a tone of voice far too calm for what her actions were doing to me.
Without another word, her mouth engulfed me, and all my protests died a quick, violent death. My head tipped back of its own accord as I savored her touch. The hot cavern of her mouth was some sort of heaven and hell hybrid. Heaven because no mouth had ever felt better on me, and I’d had my fair share of mouths on me. Hell because I had to stop her.
In a minute.
She was sexy as… I didn’t have a word for it… But her shyness and boldness as she strived to bring me pleasure combined to create the most erotic thing I could envision. My fingers tangled in her pink hair while I enjoyed the caress of her tongue along my length as her mouth swallowed me.
“You’ve got to stop, flutterby,” I panted out.
She pulled back, and I fell out of her mouth with a plop. “Am I doing it wrong?” she whispered with a concerned look on her face.
Hooking my hands beneath her armpits, I pulled her to her feet. With both hands, I cradled her face gently. “Hell no. You’re perfect. But if you keep going, I’m going to come. And the first time I come with you after all this time, I’ll be buried deeply inside of you.”
“Oh,” she breathed out as her face flushed a deep red.
“Yeah, oh,” I mumbled against her lips.
I spun us around, putting her beneath the spray. Then I stooped to grab the bottle of bodywash. I put a dollop on the tip of one of my fingers and began to wash the paint off her nose and cheeks. Our gazes remained locked on each other as I eliminated the random blue streaks from her gorgeous face.
“Beautiful,” I said softly, my voice full of reverence.
I glanced down as I filled my palm with the silky, berry-fragranced soap. My slippery fingers tracked a path down her neck, across her shoulders and down her arms to her hands. Then I shifted and rubbed my hands up her sides before gently lathering her breasts. Her heart thudded beneath my palm as I teased her nipples, making her moan. When my hands moved on, she grunted in protest.
I chuckled. “I think they’re clean now.”
“They might not be,” she pouted. Planting a kiss on one of them, I spoke against her wet skin, “I’ll be back.”
Kneeling, I scrubbed soap into the skin of her thigh, removing the physical documentation of the song I started composing earlier. But I wasn’t worried. The melody wasn’t gone. It was written on my heart.
“Hey, don’t forget you were going to play that for me,” she said as she watched the blue disappear.
I got to my feet and whispered in her ear, “How about I hum some of it to you now?”
She nodded. Pressing open mouthed kisses to her neck and collarbone, I began to hum the song I’d painted the chorus of on her thigh. I brushed my thumb over her nipple in rhythm with the melody I purred against her skin. My other hand sank between her thighs. I strummed her clit in a motion that mimicked the motions I used on my guitar daily. When her knees went weak and her vocals made the song my favorite composition to date, I abandoned her nipple and wrapped my arm around her waist. As she sang my name on the crest of her release, I crushed my mouth to hers.
“I want you,” she moaned into my mouth.
“I want you too. But we’ve got to get out. No condoms in here,” I panted.
Her teeth tugged my lower lip. “I’m on the pill. Have been since after prom.”
“Are you saying…” I’d never even thought of going bare. Not once. But with Izzy, the idea of it was invading my mind, erasing every other thought.
“Have you ever?” she asked.
“No, never,” I swore.
“I trust you,” she said simply.
“Oh, God. You’re killing me. Are you sure?” I rested my forehead against hers.
“One hundred percent.”
Drawing in a deep breath, I said, “Wrap your arms around my neck and hang on.”
Bending my knees slightly, I hoisted her up. When her limbs were wrapped securely around me, I tilted my hips and sank into her heat. The sensation of her body encasing me with no barrier between us was a sensation I wasn’t prepared for. It stole my breath and made me weak. Turning sideways, I pressed her body against the tiled wall.
“I love you,” I said as I memorized her face in this moment.
“I love you too, Daw. So much.”
Our mouths collided as our wet flesh slapped together. My tongue thrusting into her mouth mirrored my cock pistoning up into her core.
Being naked in front of her all day had been one drawn out act of foreplay. I wasn’t going to last long at all. But I needed her there with me. So, I reached between us and drew circles on her clit, feeling it swell beneath my touch.
Heat pooled at the base of my spine, and everything inside of me coiled tighter, causing me to increase the pressure I applied to her pulsing nub. With one final thrust, I let go, filling her. A few more swipes of my thumb, and she followed me over the edge, shattering around me in quivering waves.
“That was…” her voice trailed off.
“Yeah, it was.”
We didn’t need words.
Somehow, I found my brain enough to shut the water off, dry us both off and take her to bed. With her nestled in my arms, I gazed deeply into her eyes. It was now or never. Time to risk it all.
♪ No One by Alicia Keys
“Izzy, I want this,” I confessed.
She chuckled. “Good, we have two more days when we can do this.”
“That’s not what I mean. I don’t want two more days.” The words tumbled out without proper consideration or finesse.
Her face crumbled. “Oh, OK. Well, this was fun.” She tried to extract herself from my hold, but I tightened my arms.
“That’s not what I meant. I mean, yes, I want to spend the next two days lost in you. Buried inside you. Leaving my mark on you so that when I have to go back to New York, you have no choice but to remember my hands, my mouth, my cock.” I inhaled deeply. “But what I mean is that I want this. Us. I want us. Not as just best friends. Not as friends with benefits. But you and me, a real couple in love, giving it a try.” It felt like the silence stretched between us for an eternity.
Tears shimmered in her eyes. “You mean it?�
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“With everything in me.” As the words hit her ears, her tears spilled out.
“I want that too,” her response feathered across my face in a hot breath. “But how will this…” she said, motioning between the two of us, “…even work? You’re going to be on the road even more. Women, really hot women, are going to be throwing themselves at you. You’ve become accustomed to…” She swallowed hard.
I pressed a kiss to her fingertips, then laid them against my heart as I resisted the urge to speak, knowing she needed to give voice to her doubts. I could give her time to find the words before I erased her worries.
“You’re used to a lot of action and satisfaction. And while you’ll be all over the world, I’ll be here, finishing school.” Her eyes were sad, already ending us before we even started.
Hell no.
“First of all, in case you didn’t know, my hand works pretty well. Not as well as yours. But it gets the job done. It worked for the month after prom when I went back home with only the memory of you to jack off to. It worked all of senior year. I can make it work again as long as I know I have your heart.” I placed my palm over her thumping heart, memorizing its cadence, imagining it speaking only my name.
“Daw, you’ve always had my heart. I have loved you since the day you moved in next door,” her whispered confession was a salve to my anxious soul.
“And you’ve had mine. Now… you get my body, my vow, my everything. I’m yours. You’re going to be on summer vacation soon, so you can come on tour with us. The label is going to hire a photographer to travel with us. It may as well be you. And when school starts back, we’ll travel to each other when we can. And when we can’t, we’ll get really good at phone and Skype sex. So, flutterby, will you be my girlfriend for real? Give us a try?” I gave her my best puppy dog eyes.
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