by LS Anders
She was moaning on every inward stroke and getting wetter by the second. He kept his movements going at that smooth, steady rhythm she seemed to favor while he pressed harder against that spongy spot that was certain to make her gush.
Her hips began to move as she pushed back against his fingers searching for another release. Speeding up, he remained gentle with his thumb, only to thrust harder inside her pussy. She was beginning to tighten around him again. She was so close.
“Tegan…,”
She didn’t have to say it, he already knew what she needed. Three fingers were her favorite, and he loved the feel of her stretched tight around any part of himself.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned.
Concentrating on working her pussy harder and faster, he kept her back entrance full with his thumb. He didn’t have long to wait until the first of her contractions could be felt around his probing fingers. Her legs became rigid as she tossed back her head. The ends of her blonde hair touched the small of her back as she arched dramatically, cuming hard against his fingers. Her sweet spot tightened around his thumb as her pussy convulsed, her pleasure running down his hand and arm.
Her legs finally relaxed, and she sagged against the wall. Gathering her in his arms, he carried her over to the bed, his cock now throbbing painfully enough to make him clench his teeth. His plan to wait now laid to waste, his fingers tripped over themselves as he popped the button completely off of his jeans and tore down the zipper. Freeing his engorged flesh, he pushed his pants down just far enough to slide every inch of himself inside of her.
Her legs fell open wide, and her head lolled to the side as he began pumping inside her. Hooking a hand under her knee, he drew her leg up high while holding himself above her with the other. His bare flesh slapping against her as he rode her harder than he ever had before. Working her hands inside the back of his jeans, she gripped his ass urging him on.
Nearly mindless from the feel of her hot flesh wrapped tightly around him, the urgency was building up fast in his balls. Roughly flipping her over onto her stomach, he pulled her up onto her knees entering her from behind. Drunk on the feel of her slippery tunnel, his trusts turned selfish as he pummeled her from behind. Her tight ass high in the air was begging for his touch. Wetting his finger with her juices that were lathering up on the edges of her pussy, he slipped inside her tight hole. She didn’t tense up this time but moaned out a welcome to his invasion, rocking her hips back meeting his thrusts.
Seeing his finger sunk inside her rear entry while his rigid cock pounded her pussy was so beautifully erotic, his orgasm hit him hard and unexpectedly. She was right there with him. Her satiny tunnel gripping him like a vise as her breath hitched, melting all over his cock. He would never tire of that feeling. That hot wash of her fluid all over him. It was incredible.
Dropping to the side, he pulled her back against his chest. Caressing her from hip to shoulder, she snuggled into him. His heart expanded to twice its size, consuming some of the bitterness he had stored there over the painful years of his youth. He felt lighter than he had in his life, even before his father had abandoned him.
He wanted so badly to tell her how he felt, but uncertainty held his words in place.
Pfft, he was such a coward.
“I liked that… you know, what you did with your thumb and then your finger,” she shyly glanced back at him.
“Did you? I couldn’t tell,” he chuckled at her indignant snort.
Rolling to face him, she pushed him onto his back straddling his still exposed lap.
“You are such a tease, Tegan.”
“Pfft. Me? I’m not the one flashing lacy thong panties,” he laughed, rolling her beneath him.
Reaching up to touch the side of his silky goatee, her smile turned to one of awe. “You have the most beautiful smile. Even your eyes are glowing.”
Immediately self-conscious, he dropped the smile like a hot poker. Clearing his throat, he tried to push the happiness down to a more manageable level.
The noise on the second level was a thankful distraction, giving him the excuse he needed to pull away from all the tender feelings.
“We need to go join the party before someone comes looking for us.”
“Alright,” she agreed, but when he moved to get up, she pulled him back, “but, first I want a kiss.”
The tenderness in her eyes stripped him raw. Swallowing hard, he leaned down softly brushing her lips with his before slipping his tongue inside to join hers. Moving slowly and tenderly, it was a kiss that spoke volumes. If he couldn’t tell her in words how he felt, he could tell her with this kiss. Unhurried and full of passion, he poured every emotion he had into it. Pulling back, he took a moment to lock eyes with her.
“Hmm… thanks. Can I have a shower, too?”
“Pfft, damn demanding female.” His lip twitched up into a playful scowl.
Sucking in a breath, she swatted playfully at his chest.
“If you don’t stop wiggling,” he rolled his hips against her, “we’re never gonna make it back up to the party.”
Her eyes hooded and her legs relaxed, falling open in invitation. He had created a monster. Not certain if he was the monster or her, maybe both. Their sex drives seemed to be equally matched, which was not a bad thing, just a distracting one that was detrimental to their social skills.
Pulling away from her was the hardest thing he’d had to do in a long while, but Vehn was stoked to be having this shindig, and Tegan needed to show some support.
“Let’s hop in the shower and head up, I think I heard E’s voice.”
They’d quickly showered and re-dressed. She had followed Tegan down to the ground floor to grab the smoke he had originally been after before she’d flashed him the strip of lace embedded in her crack that had sent him over the edge. Or maybe it was just the fact that they hadn’t had sex in a couple of weeks that made him come at her, attacking her flesh.
She’d been shocked at first when he’d touched her where no other man had before, but what had surprised her the most was how much she’d enjoyed it after the initial touch. Maybe not by itself, but coupled with the action her vag was getting had been strangely exciting.
During his smoke break, he’d opened the storage room where his vintage Harley was currently parked on the ground floor of Vehn’s building. He was planning on riding the machine to Boston on Tuesday for his court date. The thought of him on the interstate with his body completely exposed to all kinds of traffic made her stomach roll over and sink to her feet. Not that she didn’t think he was perfectly capable of handling himself on the thing. It was other people not paying attention that concerned her.
Surprisingly, he had opened up to her and given her the history of how he had acquired the bike. She had clung to every syllable, knowing she was experiencing a rare opportunity to learn a little bit about his past. He usually remained so tight lipped about himself, she barely even blinked, afraid that any false move would shut him up and cease the flow of information he was willing to share.
She’d discovered he’d worked after school at a local motorcycle repair shop when he was a teenager. It had been his first real job and grungy as hell, but the owner was a really cool old man that had taken a liking to Tegan and had passed on his vast knowledge of motorcycle repairs. The old guy had been Tegan's Mr. Miyagi and had allowed him to practice his new skills on the old bike and had succeeded in resurrecting the thing back to life. When Tegan had told the old guy he had to quit so he could apprentice at the tattoo studio, he had pulled Tegan in for a quick slap on the back and tossed him the keys. A pat on the shoulder and a firm nod later, Tegan had been gifted with the bike as the title landed in the palm of his hand.
It was a terrific story. She could totally imagine a younger version of him covered in garage grease, working on that vintage bike. She already admired him for his tattooing skills, but admired him anew at the pride he took in maintaining the motorcycle to keep it in top condition after he had
so lovingly restored it.
There was so much about him that she didn’t yet know and wanted so desperately to ask. She held her tongue, keeping her personal questions to herself. She was afraid diving headfirst into his privacy would only close the doors she had already managed to open with him. There would be more times like this when he would impart stories from his past. She just needed to be patient and let him go at his own pace.
Making their way back up to the penthouse, she held tightly to his hand as they waited in companionable silence for the elevator to reach the top floor.
Now that they’d re-familiarized themselves with each other, she wasn’t as nervous about parading around in front of him this evening when she donned her sleazy new lingerie. The man had his nose, thumb, and finger buried in her ass. You couldn’t get any more personal than that.
For the love… that smile of his had illuminated the entire room. For the rest of her life, she would always remember how beautiful he looked when he’d showed his true self to her. She could literally see his defensive walls falling away around him, his face opening to her so she could glimpse the incredible man beneath that he worked so hard to hide from everyone.
She had seen his smirk may times, but that full open smile had touched his eyes and her heart as it back lit his entire face.
Her heart had melted, and her knees were still quaking from that heartfelt kiss he’d laid on her. If she hadn’t been already in love with him, she definitely was now.
Tegan held the penthouse door open for her as they rejoined the party. Everyone appeared to be outside, enjoying the enormous terrace with drinks in hand.
“Dylan said she was rooming with you,” Callie was saying to Arin, Avie’s best friend, as they tried to come in under the radar, which had no hope of happening now that Callie had spotted them. “Well, look what the cat hocked up. Did you all work up an appetite after all that activity?”
Mortification blazed a hot trail up her neck to her cheeks as everyone on the terrace looked between her and Tegan with knowing smiles plastered on their smug faces.
“About the same appetite as the one you and Vehn work up on an hourly basis,” Tegan commented, trying to throw the attention back at her.
“Then you must be starving,” Callie said, giving him a naughty grin over the rim of her margarita glass.
“Jesus, Callie, why don’t you and Vehn go ahead and get married already?” Cale bitched.
Thankful for the attention now aimed at another couple, Rayna didn’t waste time finding a seat next to Evana on one of the outdoor sofa’s after Tegan went back inside to retrieve her drink order.
“So, Cale, you should have invited your brother today. He seems like an alright guy, and I got the impression he doesn’t have many friends.” Vehn quickly changed the subject.
Apparently, his relationship with Callie wasn’t open for discussion, and Rayna wondered how Callie was dealing with all the paparazzi now that her love life was being made public. Those two had already been through a media shit storm with Vehn’s ex-girlfriend, but seemed to have come out stronger for it on the other side.
Curious too was that Callie’s stalker ex-boyfriend, Ryder, had seemingly fell off the face of the planet. No one had seen him creeping around in a while. Maybe it was because Callie was now involved with a megastar, and he didn’t want to get mixed up in the media exposure, but who the hell knew with that crazy fuck.
Evana gained her attention as the girl sat up a little straighter at the mention of Cale’s brother, Jake, who she had danced with exclusively at Avie and Cale’s wedding. Her interest in the new subject had caught Callie’s attention as well. She motioned for Rayna to join her in the kitchen under the pretense that she needed her help. It was tacky to gossip about someone, but this was unprecedented. Evana hadn’t shown interest in any man since Kyle’s death.
“What the hell was that all about?” Callie whispered to Rayna as soon as they were far enough away from the group to not be overheard. “E doesn’t go for the clean-cut doctor types. And what’s weirder, she was all over that stripper dressed in the doctor get up at Avie’s bachelorette party.”
“Oh, yeah. She was. I had totally forgotten that,” Rayna nodded.
“Well, that’s because you were too busy eye-fucking the construction worker with the long black hair. Tegan much?” Callie grinned at her blush. “Anyway, do you think E will hook up with Cale’s brother, Jake?”
“I don’t know. She’s been acting strange for the past few months. She’s more agitated than I’ve ever seen her. I heard her in the office cussing out her computer the other day, and I think she even slammed it down on the desk. That’s not like her to have such pent-up frustration.”
“Maybe she just needs to get laid,” Callie theorized. “At your sleepover, she mentioned she hadn’t had sex since Kyle died. That was over three years ago. I would be climbing the walls by now.”
“Maybe we should just ask her if she likes him and if she says yes, then we can play matchmaker. Maybe trick them into meeting out, like a blind date kind of thing.”
“Oh, that’s a good idea, but do you think she would admit to liking Jake? E’s pretty tight lipped when it comes to guy talk. We should get her drunk tonight to loosen her tongue.”
“I don’t know, that’s pretty shady, Callie.”
“It’s not like I’m slipping her a roofie,” Callie defended. “Besides you were the one that wants to hook her up with him. You gotta make some more margaritas so we’ll have an excuse for being in here, and the batch I made sucks ass.”
“Oh, alright.”
Gathering all the stuff she needed to make another batch of margaritas, Rayna felt skeevy plying her best friend with alcohol to get her to spill personal information. She hadn’t mentioned anything about Jake, but then again, she had been rather preoccupied with her own budding romance.
Carrying a newly made pitcher of margaritas out to the terrace, she passed Vehn who was headed to the kitchen with a platter full of delicious meat. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until her stomach growled after the wonderful aroma.
“Please tell me you made that batch, Ray,” Cale asked, looking worried and hopeful all at the same time.
“Kiss my ass, Cale. The one I made wasn’t that bad!” Callie said, her actions contradicting her words as she snatched the pitcher and refilled her glass before anyone else could lay claim.
“So, Tegan, tell us about your old boss, Jason,” Gabriel said. “I wanna know what E has in store for us.”
Evana laughed from her spot on the sofa. “Why are you worried, Gabriel? You’re a great artist. You have nothing to worry about. My hiring a manager was about me getting some help, not because of any of you. Stop worrying, but I wouldn’t mind hearing what Tegan has to say about him.”
“He’s a fucking asshole. He’s gonna fire every damn one of you except for me and Rayna, because the rest of you suck,” Tegan announced, having a difficult time keeping the smile to himself.
“Get your asses in here,” Vehn hollered from the dining room.
The clanking of silverware being set was a welcoming sound. She always enjoyed these gatherings with her makeshift family from the studio. Winks and grins were tossed their way as she and Tegan made their over to the dining room table holding hands.
It warmed her to know that her friends approved of her relationship with him and didn’t judge her for not waiting longer after Brent’s death to start dating again. Now if she could just win her mother’s approval.
Finally able to break away from the others that were still lounging about talking and drinking, she was once again blessedly alone with Tegan. As much as she enjoyed laughing and talking with her friends, it was time to model her new bad girl lingerie.
Digging around in her overnight bag, the red scraps of lace were where she had packed them this morning. A silly grin spread across her face at what she was about to put on.
The water in the sink could still be heard running as
Tegan took his turn doing his nightly ritual in the bathroom.
Quickly undressing, she nearly laughed out loud as she stood naked trying to determine between a leg opening and the waist band. Turning the see-through material around in all different directions before finally figuring it out.
The bra… err, bodice thingy was pretty straight forward. Cups in the front with the crisscross ribbon up the center, holding the two halves of the garment together.
The cool air touching her sex felt strange as she wandered over to the bed. Crotchless panties were definitely something she was going to have to get used to.
Throwing back the covers that were still crumpled from their earlier play, she couldn’t decide how she was going to pose. Should she be under the covers and be all, “Surprise!” when he threw them back or should she sprawl out and go all porn star. Both ideas seemed ridiculous and made her feel like an idiot. She crawled to the middle and tucked her legs beneath her. That was about as racy as she was comfortable with.
Placing her hands on her knees as she waited patiently, her stomach was soon turning into a fluttery mess. Looking down at the bodice, she didn’t recognize her own body. Her breasts were pushed together, held up high by the underwire. The pink tips of her nipples were barely covered by the swirls of red lace. She felt like a slutty birthday present, all gift wrapped up waiting to be claimed.
For the love… she hoped Tegan didn’t laugh at her.
The door to the bathroom swung open and the rest of her concerns immediately melted away at the sight of him. He was wearing loose gray cotton pants and nothing else. He was the yummiest thing she had ever seen in her life. It didn’t matter that it had only been a few hours since they had gone after each other like sex starved lunatics, she was more than ready for him.
He remained frozen, running his eyes over every square inch of her body. Trailing her eyes over his impressive form, she stole that moment of stillness to admire the tribal tattoos on his upper chest and arms that seemed to take up all the space in the massive bedroom.