by Kayla Myles
He pushed me down so I could lie on my back, and he pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it away somewhere before putting his hands on his pants and taking them off, too.
My mouth watered as I peeked down and realized he went commando, his cock jutting proudly at me like it was some kind of prized stallion. He was so long and thick that it made me nervous.
“I don’t think you’re going to fit,” I said, my eyes almost crossing as they focused on his member. He held his prick at the base, and my eyes widened when more than half was still showing. He moved his hands up and down his length, and I licked my lips unconsciously.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “You’ll expand, too.”
“I know that. But it might not go back to its…original shape, if you know what I mean,” I said seriously, and he chuckled.
“Oh, baby, you shouldn’t say that to a man, especially me,” he said, and I frowned at him. “The thought of ruining you for anybody else seriously makes me want to fuck you more.”
I gulped at the heated gaze he was giving me, his eyes darkening as they roved over every inch of my body possessively, like a colonist filling himself with the scenery of his next conquest and it ignited my core. His hands explored me from the base of my neck, down to my breast, the curves of my waist and stomach until they were massaging my thighs.
He propped my legs on the edge of his desk and bent down, his face so close to my center that his breath was brushing against my clit and stimulating the bundle of nerves there. He placed his thumb on the outer lips, making me jump a bit at the contact before making me moan as a finger breached into my sacred core.
His half-lidded eyes watched me writhe and convulse as my first orgasm spread through my body just from that contact alone, and he shook his head in mock disappointment.
“You’re too sensitive, Miss Hayes,” he whispered hotly against my clit. “I’m going to have to punish you for that.”
“What are you--,” I cut off into a scream as he peeled my lips and licked my pussy from bow to stern, sending my hips up into the air. He held onto my stomach and propped me up with his arm, swirling and rolling his tongue inside of me like I had a well of secrets he greedily wanted to uncover.
His mouth then did unspeakable things on my core that I couldn’t help but trash my head from side to side, my senses tingling and going haywire from the onslaught of sensations he was giving me. I felt him drive two fingers inside of me, his movements in sync with his tongue and it was enough to send me over the edge of oblivion.
“You taste so good,” Tanner murmured. I opened my eyes to the sight of him staring at his glistening fingers. He slowly turned his eyes up at me before putting his fingers inside of his mouth and sucked.
“You’re primed for me,” he growled, and I moaned out loud.
Jesus Christ, how could this man be so erotic?
He took his cock once more, beating it a couple of times before positioning the tip to my entrance, its head already dripping with pre-cum…
I sat up, startling Tanner a little until I dropped to my knees in front of him and grabbed his cock, making him hiss.
“Rebecca…you don’t--,” he grunted.
“Shut up and let me blow your brains out this time,” I said, before taking him into my mouth until his head was brushing against my throat.
He groaned and muttered a line of curses as I bobbed my head back and forth, rolling my tongue around as I went. I pulled back until my mouth was wrapped around the head and started sucking on it like a popsicle, my tongue prodding the tip and tasting his load.
He held my head with one hand now, clutching at my hair and thrusting his hips into my mouth a couple of times, intensifying after each thrust. I was dead set on making him cum in my mouth when he suddenly pushed me away, making me growl in protest.
“Enough,” he said, eyes flashing wildly. “That’s not where I want to have you first!”
He picked me up with one swoop that I had to hold onto his shoulders for purchase, and my eyes widened as I felt the tip of his cock along my slit before he dropped me onto his cock with such force. I cried at the sudden fullness inside of me, grimacing a little as the muscles I haven’t used in a long while started to expand and take him in, trying to fuse us together.
He growled against the top of my chest as he held me, his eyes focusing on the feel of my pussy wrapping itself on his delicious cock.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he whispered.
“Please,” I keened, already feeling delirious from the pleasure.
He lifted his head up to look at me, so I bent mine down for a kiss, taking his lips and plunging my tongue into his mouth and tasting myself on him. Our tongues danced wildly, battling for dominance while he lifted me up and impaled me with his dick, over and over while our lips stayed fused together. My hands continued to explore his muscular back, his arms, his face, and his neck, the strains from our coupling showing from his veins.
I gyrated my hips while he continued to push his raging member inside me, the move forcing my eyes to roll to the back of my head as his cock touched a spot I never knew existed. I was bucking, pushing and pulling against him like I was riding an unbroken stallion. Our moans and grunts were coming together in a sweet chorus that had me thanking God that his studio was soundproof, or else we’d have scarred Beth forever.
“I’m close,” he said with a grunt, and it amazed me he could make love to me in this position for so long. “Are you close?” he asked.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” I chanted, my sanity lost somewhere in the abyss.
“Come with me?” he asked, his thrusts getting faster, deeper, and hotter. “Please come with me, baby.”
I couldn’t respond anymore. My coherency disappeared along with my last wit. Instead, my body did the talking for me.
I buried my nails on his back as I reached my peak, screaming as my inner muscles started undulating around him, and then I felt him come. White hot bursts of his seed hit my walls sending me to another high, my name on his lips as he growled over and over in conjunction with his trashing hips.
He let go of my ass, and I managed to land on my feet, my arms still wrapped around his neck as we breathed heavily, our skins sticking against each other from the sweat and our juices combining.
I closed my eyes in exhaustion as I rested my head on under his chin, and he surprised me by picking me up bridal style and heading out the door, both of us butt naked.
“Where are we going?” I asked, tightening my hold on him.
He pushed his door open and walked in, kicking the door back closed, and then laying me on his bed like a rag doll. I landed on the mattress with a huff, my arms and legs falling spread-eagled. He went back to lock the door before turning back to me, his eyes still dark and ravenous.
“Get on all fours,” he ordered.
Oh my God, this guy was going to give me a run for my money. How can he recover so fast?
Still, the sight of him all hot and sweaty and his chest and eight pack shimmering from our exercise made me wet again, and I heeded his command, going on my hands and knees and turning up my ass towards him.
I watched him stalk towards me with a predatory glare before kneading my ass, teasing my clit with his cock again before burying it down to the hilt.
His tempo was more even now, his thrusts more controlled and quick that I started to babble incoherently from pleasure. His hands crawled up to my breasts and started pinching at my nipples as he continued to piston his hips deeper and deeper against me.
I thought this was the maximum number of erogenous zones he could stimulate on me, but he proved me wrong when he shifted the angle by leaning down so my back was brushing against his chest, and he took the shell of my ear by his teeth.
Sweet Jesus. If he was trying to kill me with sex, I was one hundred per cent certain he was going to succeed.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I moaned, licking my lips with each delicious contact.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he whispered hotly, his tongue soothing the bites he made on my ear. “I love this. I love it. I fucking love you.”
I couldn’t understand him anymore. I couldn’t hear anything except my moans, my gasps, and the slapping of our skin as he hit the mark over and over…
I collapsed from my most powerful orgasm yet, my arms feeling like Jell-O and unable to carry my weight anymore. I leaned my head against the mattress and closed my eyes, but Tanner was still far from stopping.
He changed the angle yet again, and lifted one of my legs up with one hand while keeping me up with other, his hand using my breasts as an anchor as he licked my neck and continued thrusting.
He roared once more as he came before falling half on top of me, his cock limp but still buried within my core.
He gathered me into his arms and planted soft, butterfly kisses all over my neck, my shoulders and then my back almost reverently, making me sigh at how fast he switched from being rough to sweet and gentle.
He was such an amazing lover, the perfect puzzle that fit the lock of my own.
I wiggled a bit so I could face him, grimacing as my movements had pushed him out of me, but I stared at him with every bit of tenderness and love that I realized I had for him.
I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him now.
I opened my mouth and spoke…chickening out at the last minute.
“You’re not a distraction.” I said instead, but the sparkling look on his eyes and amused smile told me he got what I wanted to say, anyway.
He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his fingers lightly around my neck.
“I never thought so.” he whispered back, making me smile brightly.
I snuggled into him with a sigh, exhaustion slowly settling in. He wrapped his arms around me and tangled our legs together. I was about to fall asleep when I heard him say one last thing.
“Just so you know, I’m waking you up again in a few hours,” he said, his voice starting to sound groggy. I smiled against his skin and burrowed myself deeper into him.
I was never a morning person, but his version of a wakeup call was the kind I didn’t mind having every morning.
***
“Are you sure you’re going to be able to dance at the party tonight?” Tanner asked, his finger tracing little circles on my skin as we looked up at the ceiling in post-coital bliss.
“If you were worried about that, then you probably shouldn’t have overdone it,” I said, wincing at the numbness in my thighs.
I tried going to the bathroom earlier, emphasis on ‘tried’. As soon as I stood up, my legs crumpled up like a piece of paper, and I just lay there on the floor, sitting on my legs. I literally couldn’t move an inch, and the reason for my being that way just laughed his ass off. The son of a bitch had to carry me to the toilet. It was so embarrassing.
“I couldn’t help it,” he whispered, crawling on top of me again and kissing the tip of my nose before smiling at me. “You feel so good.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“Only for you, my love.”
I froze at the endearment, and looked at him with disbelief. Did he seriously just call me that?
Somehow, having sex with me multiple times had granted him with the ability to read my mind because he snorted and rolled his eyes at my expression.
“Seriously, Rebecca. I’m pretty sure that after I made love to you the 3rd time, you would’ve realized how much I love your sexy ass,” he said, grimacing. I regained my composure and shrugged coolly.
“I don’t know. It wouldn’t hurt for me to hear it,” I said. He sighed and placed a soft kiss on my lips.
“Fine,” he said, kissing my lips again. “I love you, crazy.”
I smiled and pecked him back on the lips.
“I kind of love you, too.” I kidded, provoking him to glare at me before flipping me on all fours, coercing me in the most delicious way to tell him that I loved him…properly, this time.
“So, do you think everything would be okay tomorrow?” Tanner asked after an entire hour of lovemaking.
“I hope so,” I whispered, my muscles dead tired and my thighs quivering a little from exhaustion. “I don’t want to put off Beth’s safety any longer than necessary.”
“I agree,” Tanner said, nodding. “But seriously, do you think you could pull it off?” he asked, still worried. I groaned.
“I would if you’ll let me sleep already,” I said, whining.
“What about Michael?” he said, obliterating the sweet, teasing atmosphere in an instant. “Are you going to tell him about us?” he asked.
I turned around to face him and nodded.
“I have to.”
“When?”
I kissed him softly on the mouth.
“Soon.”
“Fine,” Tanner grumbled. “As long as he doesn’t get any ideas…,” he slid his hands over the top of my thigh, brushing my skin with his fingers and making me whine in protest.
“Haven’t you had enough?” I asked. “I am so tired…”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, Rebecca,” he whispered. “I’ll probably be doing this—doing you,” he smirked playfully. “—all night long.”
Jesus, exhausted as I was…I liked the sound of that.
Chapter 18
Rebecca
I looked over at Michael, who was standing at the other end of the concert hall scoping out the guests, and nodded. The party was going on in full force as they celebrated the launching of Tanner’s new album. We had sent out the invitations, and made sure there were a few “leaks” strategically placed so that Alfonso and his men would know Beth was going to be here.
It’s been a couple of hours and I still haven’t caught sight of them, but I knew they weren’t going to miss this opportunity.
They were here. I could feel it.
“See anyone suspicious yet?” I asked through the lapel I had hidden in my enormous gown.
“Not yet. I’ll keep you posted. And the girl?” he asked.
“Still hanging with me,” I replied, looking down at Beth and squeezing her hand gently. As per her request, I did wear the gown inspired from her favorite Disney princess. She was wearing a similar gown too, albeit in blue, and I think she likes it that we match. “Is Chase even sure the guy is coming in here?”
“It’s highly likely,” Michael answered.
“Well, I hope he hurries up then. I’m getting bored,” I groaned, making him chuckle.
“You better hope Tanner didn’t hear that,” he warned, and I rolled my eyes.
“Oh, please. It’s not like he’s going to--,”
“Don’t say a word and follow me,” a raspy voice from behind me said. I felt the muzzle of a gun digging through my back, and I had no choice but to do what he said. “And take the kid, too.” he ordered harshly.
“Rebecca? Rebecca, are you there?” I heard Michael ask through my earpiece.
“Hey, where are we going?” I asked loudly.
“Just shut up and follow me!” he replied, completely agitated.
“Fuck! He’s got you, doesn’t he? Hang on, I’ll inform the others.” I heard Michael say.
I wrapped Beth up in my arms before following him towards the roof access, where he pulled a key from his pocket and opened the door.
We followed him outside, and I had to squint as the cold gust of air tried to slam me back into the wall. I heard Beth whimper against my neck at the harsh wind, so I wrapped her up more firmly with the blanket. I frowned as I noticed we were the only ones here on the roof.
“Where’s all your henchmen?” I asked him, and he narrowed his eyes at me.
“Don’t play dumb with me, you little bitch,” he snarled. “You know my men are down there trying to get past your partner and that fucking musician, so you better shut the fuck up now.”
“Look, man. You’ve got the wrong idea. This kid has nothing to do with that man or the money, or any--,” he cut me
off, pointing the gun at my head.
“Stop with your excuses! I don’t want to hear any more from you,” he said. “Give me the child or I’ll kill you too!” he cried.
My eyes flared.
“That’s not going to happen.”
With Beth now behind me, I lunged for him with a duck and he fired, missing the top of my head by inches. I used the heel of my hand to slam his jaw up his nostrils before grabbing him by the arm and throwing him to the side.
His gun fell on the ground during the altercation, and we both stared at it, sitting right smack between us. I took a second glance at him before diving for the gun, wrapping my hand around the handle before getting back on my knees to aim at Alfonso, only to see him holding Beth in front of him like a human shield.
Damn it, so he dove for someone else.
“What are you going to do now, agent?” he said, cackling and tightening his arm around Beth’s neck, pinning her against him as he walked backwards toward the end of the building. “Are you going to try and shoot me while I have her?”
I clenched my jaw and took the safety off of the gun, aiming it true.
“Yes, because you forgot one thing,” I said, shrugging and making him wary with confusion. “She doesn’t want to die, either. Beth, now!” I cried, giving her the signal.