by Lane Hart
“You keep doing that, and I won’t be soft for long,” I assure her.
Grinning mischievously, her head falls, her long blonde hair trailing down her back as she starts to move again, making her tits bounce right in front of me. Unable to resist them any longer, I reach up and squeeze one in each of my hands.
“I like this cuddling thing,” I tell her.
“See what you…miss out on…when you leave?” she asks between gasps as her back arches on each of her glorious hips rolls. My cock gets thicker every time she bounces until her movements are forced to slow down to slide up and down all of my flesh.
“Oh, God,” she moans, fingernails digging into my chest. “I can’t take any more of you…but I want it all.”
“Just stay right there,” I tell her. Raising my knees to put my feet flat on the bed, I grab Tessa’s hips in both hands and hold her still while pumping my cock up into her pussy. She’s so wet from my cum and her arousal, it slides right in. I don’t pound all the way inside of her but fuck her with fast, short thrusts.
“God, yes, Davis! More!” she begs, even though I’m trying to be gentle.
“You sure, baby?” I ask.
“Yes!” she cries out, so I give it to her, slamming my cock up into her depths until I can’t go any farther.
Tessa cries out a little louder each time the head of my cock tries to breach her cervix.
“You know why I needed a place to myself…in the middle of nowhere?” I ask her through gritted teeth as my ass cheeks clench and I pound up into her.
“Why? Oh, fuck! Fuck! Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” Tessa’s shouts start to come quicker and even slur and run together when I pick up the pace, slapping our lower bodies together.
“So no one could hear you screaming when I fuck you,” I tell her.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Give it to me, Davis! Ugh, I need you so bad! Please! Right there! YESSS!”
I’m certain that she would’ve collapsed on me again, if I hadn’t been holding her waist while I chased my release. Those prickles down my spine and my balls hugging my body tell me I’m almost there. I just need…to get a little deeper…
On the next pump of my hips, I slam Tessa’s still spasming pussy down on my cock and come so hard my toes curl; my fingers dig into her hips hard enough to bruise and the vein popping out of my neck nearly bursts.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I wrap my arms around Tessa’s back and bring her upper body down flush against me. “I didn’t know it could be that good.”
“Me either,” she agrees as she rests her cheek against my damp chest.
That panicky feeling starts to work its way up my gut, knowing that she’ll leave soon and I’ll spend another night alone in my bed, wanting her here. But I can’t ask her to stay, can I? She’ll probably turn me down, and then I’ll feel stupid for asking.
“I need some air,” I tell her, making her body go tense on top of mine. “Do you, um, you want to go for a walk with me?”
“Yeah,” she replies softly. “That sounds nice. Just…give me a minute before I try to stand, to see if my legs are ready to work again.”
“Okay,” I agree with a chuckle.
And then in the silence, as I wait for Tessa to say she’s ready to go outside and let me show her the lake, I try to figure out how to ask her if she’ll come back and spend time with me again tomorrow. I already miss her, and she’s still with me. Now that I’ve been with her, I’m not happy when she’s gone. All I do is think about Tess, what she’s doing, who she’s with; if she thinks about me…
I have to look down to make sure my balls are still attached because I’m starting to think Tess has stolen them and made me some lovesick woman.
Chapter Seventeen
Ben
It’s only eight a.m. when I get out of bed, tired of tossing and turning for another eight hours, so I give up on sleep and go take a shower.
Fifteen minutes later, and I’m back in my room with nothing to do because Ford’s asleep after staying up all night writing again. How do I know? Because with my door open, I can hear him mumbling to himself from the living room, where I’m pretty sure he was working on more songs while waiting for Tessa to come home. And she did, at almost midnight, which is becoming the norm.
Ford asked her yet again where she had been, and she told him good-naturedly that he wasn’t her father. After that, the two of them started talking about the lyrics that Tessa believes are sensational and will be hits for sure.
I hate that Ford’s being so productive lately while I’ve just been sitting in one of his bedrooms being worthless, mouth-watering constantly for a sip of whiskey. Or rum. Or hell, I’d even take a shot of tequila right now, anything to cool the scratchy ache in my throat.
Fuck, I’m weak, and I hate it, but I can’t stay here in this house a second longer or I’m gonna go insane.
As I tiptoe down the stairs, cringing with each creak of the steps under my weight, I tell myself that it’s a bad idea to leave the house on my own. Tessa, Ford, and I were supposed to go out the night before the musical muse struck. He’s had to stay here ever since, to get every word in his head down. Each afternoon, before I’m able to ask Tessa if she wants to go see a movie or do damn near anything out in the world with me, she leaves.
Knowing I’m making a mistake, and will probably end up breaking over two weeks of my sobriety, I quietly unlock the deadbolt on the front door so that I won’t wake Ford or Tessa, and then tug at the doorknob, cringing when the glass door behind it bangs from the loss of suction.
“Where are you going?”
“Fucking hell!” I exclaim as I spin around and see Tessa less than a foot behind me. How did she sneak up on me without making the stairs creak? I must have been so focused on being quiet myself that I didn’t hear her.
“What are you doing up so early after another one of your late nights?” I ask, hoping that didn’t sound as jealous as I feel. It’s not just that I wanted to go out with her, but I’m starting to think she’s seeing a guy on the regular. Where else would she be going in a new town so late every night? And if it is a guy, it has to be one of my bandmates, right? So that means Clarke is the most likely culprit.
“You answer my question first,” Tessa says, arching a single blonde eyebrow. She also crosses her arms over the thin white t-shirt she sleeps in along with a pair of pink cotton shorts that are far too short to be around a weak man like me.
“I was, ah, going to get breakfast,” I tell her, coming up with the first lie off the top of my head. “What can I get you?”
“Nice try, but you shouldn’t be going anywhere alone, Ben. It’s only been a few weeks since those horrible nights…”
“I was just getting food,” I assure her, even though we both know I’m lying. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” I turn back around to the door.
“No.”
“Excuse me?” I reply indignantly, as I look over my shoulder to glare at her. In what world does this tiny woman think I would let her tell me when and where I can go?
“I said no, Ben,” she replies, her beautiful face hardened with her conviction. “I’m not letting you leave.”
“Look, Tessa, I appreciate your help and all, especially since you didn’t owe me anything and you stuck with me through some awful shit, but I can’t take it anymore. I need something, or I’m gonna lose my mind.”
“You don’t need it,” she says, like she knows my urges better than me.
“Yes, I do. I’m sick of being stuck in this house with Ford being Mr. Productivity and me being Mr. Fuckup. Yes, I’m a fuckup, and I’m an alcoholic.”
“No,” Tessa corrects me. “You’re a recovering alcoholic, and you’re going to stay that way, dammit!”
“Or what? You’re gonna block the door?” I huff. “I have to get out of here!”
“Please stay,” she says, lowering her hands to her sides. “I could make you breakfast.”
“No, thanks.”
“We could watch a
movie?”
“I’m tired of looking at the boring ass television. There’s nothing but news and infomercials on right now anyway. If you had stayed here the last few nights, then maybe we could’ve gone out, and I wouldn’t be so fucking desperate!”
“I-I did stay here the last few nights,” she replies.
“You come home late. Too late for us to do anything but go out and get drunk.”
“Ben, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was so important to you that I be here,” she tells me, giving me those damn big, golden-green, sad puppy dog eyes. “Tell me what it will take to convince you to stay here.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry too, because there’s not a single thing in this house that will keep my mind off of pouring a shot for one more second.”
When I turn to leave again, Tessa grabs my elbow and then jumps in front of me, pressing her back to the glass door and causing her braless tits to jiggle enticingly for me. I lick my lips and stare at them for so long that I’m certain Tessa noticed by the time I’m able to force my eyes to look at hers again. Rather than seeing indignation on her face, her eyebrows perk up in surprise and what appears to be awareness.
“Move, Tess, before I pick you up and move you myself,” I warn her through gritted teeth. Because now I’m not just dying for a drink. I’m horny as hell too, thanks to her and her perky tits and short ass shorts, and…and her small hand snaking under the hem of my tee to grip the waistband of my jeans.
“How about you pick me up and take me upstairs instead?” she asks as she bites down on her naturally ruby red bottom lip, like she’s nervous about trying to seduce me.
For fuck’s sake.
“Uh-uh,” I mutter with a shake of my head. “I know what you’re doing here, and it won’t work.” Yet, I don’t remove her hand from under my shirt or grab her to stop her when she pops the button on my jeans. I suck in all the oxygen in the room when her fingertips graze the furry happy trail along my lower belly. Finally, when I catch my breath, I tell her, “I’m not gonna let you fuck me out of some…some crazy obligation bullshit just to keep me in the house.”
“Please?” she begs, begs, me to fuck her when I say I won’t. My resolve begins to fizzle out faster than an Alka-Seltzer hitting water. “My bed is so empty. I need someone to keep me company,” Tessa adds.
“A pity fuck won’t do me any good, darlin’,” I tell her. “As soon as I come inside of you, I’m gonna be out that door.” I point in the direction of it, as if to remind myself where my exits are. It’s becoming really hard to remember anything with my cock siphoning all the blood in my body. That must be what’s goin’ on in my pants because I don’t think my dick has ever been this big before. Or maybe I don’t remember, since I haven’t been able to get it up all the way in years. I was drinking too much for my dick to properly function, and being impotent just made me want to drink more. God, I need to fuck something so bad, it’s painful. And Tessa—perfect, beautiful Tessa—is standing before me without a bra on, and in shorts that some would consider underwear, begging me to take her to bed.
She doesn’t mean it. She can’t be serious. If I weren’t about to screw up my sobriety, she wouldn’t be asking me for this. Would she? There’s one way to find out.
Reaching for Tess’s face, I catch her off guard when I bring her lips to mine, pressing them together to see if there are any sparks. I’m certain there won’t be, and then I can know for certain and go on my way.
Sure enough, when my tongue tangles with hers, there’s not a single spark.
There are about a billion of them erupting all at once when Tessa moans into my mouth.
Well, that answers that question. This morning, I’ll be having Tess for breakfast and not booze.
Grabbing her ass with both hands, I heft her up my body so that her legs are around my waist and her arms are around my neck. Then I carry her up the stairs and into her bedroom, kicking the door shut with my foot, all without breaking the kiss that’s so good it could make a teenage boy come on its own.
I sit Tess on the edge of the bed to rip her tee over her head to get to those bare tits that are so fine I have no choice but to kneel on the floor and put one in my mouth to suck on it. Tessa’s breasts aren’t huge, but they aren’t tiny either. They’re just right for my big mouth to nearly cover them entirely, though. And I do, until her cries and fingers jerking on my hair make me start to worry that I'm being so rough I may suck them right off her body.
My hands go for her shorts next, tugging them and her panties down her slender legs, while Tess yanks my shirt over my head.
“Get those pants off now,” she orders me as she crawls back in the bed toward the pillows and remains on her knees, her thighs spread to give me a great view of her pussy.
It takes several tries to get my pants unzipped and off, thanks to my shaking hands, but finally, they’re out of the way, along with every other article of clothing I was wearing.
Joining Tess in the middle of the bed while kneeling, I tell her, “Come climb on my lap, so I can kiss you while I fuck you.”
She’s so much smaller than me that face to face is the only way I can figure out how to do both things at once. And I’m too greedy to pick just one right now, as wound up as I am.
Tessa climbs up on me slowly, taking a second to straddle my lap and lock her legs around my back. Her arms wind tightly around my neck.
Slipping a finger into her pussy to find out how ready she is makes me groan. “Already so wet before I even touch you?”
“I told you I wanted you in my bed,” she replies with her lips against mine.
“Yeah, well, now I know you actually meant that you wanted me in this pussy,” I say when I add another finger, pumping both of them inside a few times to make room for my cock.
“God, I shouldn’t, but I do,” Tess moans as her eyelids flutter. I capture her mouth and tongue her in the same rhythm as the wet sound of my fingers moving in and out of her.
Tess grabs a rough handful of the back of my hair and moans into my mouth right before her pussy clamps down on my fingers.
“Now, Ben, now,” she whimpers into the side of my neck as her hips seek out my cock.
Chapter Eighteen
Tessa
Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming because there’s no way that I would have begged Ben to take me to my room and fuck me this early in the morning. Nope, I wouldn’t do that.
Not unless he was about to make an enormous mistake and I was still feeling those needy tingles in my panties after another incredible night with Davis.
In a few minutes, when I’m not impaled on Ben’s long cock, maybe I’ll be able to rationalize what I did. Right now, it’s too good to even care. I’m too far gone to stop him, even if I know it’s a horrible idea.
And even if a sleepy-eyed Ford, with his black hair tussled from sleep, appears at the crack in the doorway and watches me make a huge mistake with his bandmate…
I should probably tell Ben he’s standing there, but for some reason, I don’t. In fact, knowing Ford is watching us—no, he’s watching me, his heavy-lidded eyes holding mine from across the room—makes me even wetter, so much so that the slapping sounds of our bodies would be embarrassing if I weren’t so turned on and right on the edge of another orgasm.
Ford and I keep watching each other over Ben’s shoulder, so I see when his hand goes to the front of his black boxer briefs and squeezes his cock.
“Oh, God,” I moan, not just from the sight, but from Ben’s fingers teasing my crease where Clarke took me recently.
He pushes a finger in, making me cry out; since I’m already so full, it just adds more pressure. “You like cock here too, don’t you, you dirty girl?” Ben asks with a nip of his teeth to my ear.
“Yes,” I answer as I watch Ford. Hearing that, he throws his head back and keeps moving his hand on the bulge of his boxers a few more times before he has enough and shoves them down to wrap his fist around his flesh.
“Yesss,” I
moan at the sight, knowing Ford is getting off watching his friend and me together. And then, I can’t help but think about the song Ford wrote about fucking someone, fucking me, and I topple over the edge of the world, coming so hard that I nearly pull Ben’s hair out.
“Goddammit, Tessa. Why did you have to fuck me so good, baby?” Ben asks. “How can I last when you’re choking the life out of my cock?”
Picking me up, Ben lays me on my back on the mattress and bucks his hips faster, fucking me harder to try and cross his own finish line. I’m already there and coming up on that last lap yet again.
With Ben’s bigger, heavier body pressing me into the mattress, I can no longer see Ford, but I can still feel his eyes on us while he rubs his hand up and down his shaft. Does he wish he was Ben and that he was inside me instead? Of course he does. He’s been trying to get there since the first night. But he has the potential to crush my heart into a million pieces, so I can’t let him get too close.
“Here it comes, baby,” Ben whispers into my ear before he sits back on his knees, pulling his cock out of me to jerk it and spray his hot release over my stomach and breasts.
“Wow,” I gasp, as my flimsy legs stretch out and I throw my arms over my head in complete bliss.
“Wow,” Ben agrees with a smile from above me before he leans down and brushes his lips softly over mine in gratitude. “This was a great distraction. I can barely remember where I was going.”
“Good,” I say in relief as I thread my fingers through the sides of his hair, glad that my seduction worked. Besides, it wasn’t like it was just one-sided. I enjoyed myself too, even though we had a voyeur.
Lifting my neck to look over Ben’s shoulder toward the doorway, I find it empty, making me think I could’ve imagined Ford. But no, I didn't imagine the way his hair was disheveled and his eyes were heavy with sleepiness and arousal. Ben deserves to know that, right? He may not like having someone watch him in the middle of sex.
That’s why I cave and tell him, “So, um, while we were…”