by V. F. Mason
I needed to get away from him and this stupid situation. I rushed to my room and stripped off all my clothes before stepping in the shower. The water was hot and felt like heaven, as it soothed my muscles, and I tried to concentrate on how good that felt.
I unexpectedly felt arms around me, pulling me back to a strong, muscular chest. I closed my eyes, unresisting. I didn’t have to turn to know who it was, and I had no desire to push him away. He turned me around and pressed my back against the cold tile, hugging me with all his might. He buried his face in my neck, and I noticed he still had his clothes on, which were now soaking wet. We stood there for a couple of seconds, the steam of the water hugging us like a cocoon, where the outside world didn’t exist. My hands were in his hair and I didn’t want to let go of him. Oddly enough, there was nothing sexual about it.
I was naked in the shower, but it was about comfort.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, honey,” he finally whispered. “I didn’t want to make you feel bad. I was just worried shitless.” He kissed me softly on the neck.
“Worried about what?” I whispered back, and heard him take a deep breath.
“You hurting yourself. I was worried when I saw you lying there.” The tight knot around my heart and the pit of my stomach started to slowly let go, and I tried to look at this situation from his point of view. I somewhat understood his reaction.
“I should have told you before I did it.”
“Yeah.” Another soft kiss. “And I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” His voice was gentle, yet troubled.
“Yeah, you shouldn’t have.”
From the moment I came here, I’d felt this odd connection to Nate that I couldn’t explain, and I knew he felt the same, too. He awakened feelings in me that I thought no one would be able to.
I had no idea what we were to each other, what kind of relationship we had, and all those things that people loved to define. I just knew I needed him and he needed me. He felt familiar in this unfamiliar world, and I wanted to hold on to him for dear life.
It wasn’t desperation, but it was need.
I asked him to wait for me, when I was ready for physical relationship.
I knew I wasn’t going to be more ready than I was right now. I tugged on his hair and he leaned back. He was taller than me, so he had to look down to catch my eyes.
He must have recognized my intent because he shook his head.
“No, baby. Too soon. I didn’t come here for this.” I took his face into my hands and stood up on my tiptoes to be on the same level with him. His hands, which circled my waist, provided security, and I knew no matter where I was, I would always be safe with him because that’s how he made me feel, and had ever since I’d met him.
“I know you didn’t, but I want you. I need you. I’ve finally started to find myself again, and I know what I’m doing. Please let us have this.” I leaned forward and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, and they still touched his when I spoke. “I promise I won’t regret it. I know what I’m doing. I want this.” He was breathing hard before finally moving back.
I felt the pain of disappointment, but it was short-lived. He took off his wet shirt before quickly stripping off everything else he was wearing. As he stood gloriously naked in front of me, I couldn’t help but stare at him.
His body was perfection.
He had a lean, muscled body, broad shoulders, six-pack abs, and strong legs. His skin was slightly tanned. His shoulder-length, black hair was wet, and his blue eyes were filled with desire.
“You are so beautiful.” He smiled and once again showed me those dimples of his. There was something oddly familiar about him, as though we’d stood together like that before. Like I knew him intimately and it wasn’t our first time.
As though I knew his body as well as my own. I felt like I’d come home at last.
“Sweetheart, if there is anyone beautiful here, it’s you.” Without any warning, he put his hand into my hair and tugged my head back, giving me a deep kiss that made my toes curl. His other hand ended up on my ass as he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he bruised my lips with his kisses, but I didn’t care. I opened my mouth wider to give him more access, and as his tongue found mine. He groaned and I moaned, but I needed to breathe, so I leaned back, resting my head on the cold tile.
Moving his lips down to my neck, he sucked on it, probably leaving a mark there. Then he licked my collarbone along with small, soft kisses, and finally found my breasts. He let go of my waist and his hands moved up to hold my breasts as he pushed them up and leaned down to suck on one, hard. I moaned louder while his hand was fondling my other nipple. I felt wetness inside me and a deep ache that had nothing to do with the running water in the shower or my gym activities earlier. I could come just from his sucking on my nipples alone. I pushed his face harder into my breast. His hands moved lower as he traced his finger down my ribs to my stomach, and with each touch, I felt electricity run through me. Then his lips followed the path of his hands and he ended up on his knees. He pushed my legs up over his shoulders and rested them there before looking up at me. All I could do was swallow in anticipation of what was about to come.
“Watch me.”
Ryan
There was nothing in the world that could have stopped me now except her, but she’d started it all. I leaned down and inhaled her sweet but slightly musky scent---a scent better than any perfume out there. Her sex was red and glistening; my girl was ready for me, but I wasn’t done preparing her.
I wanted to take my time with her this time. I wanted to taste her everywhere before I entered her sweet, gorgeous body. I opened her up with my thumbs as I leaned forward to take the first taste and heard her moan; that was good.
My girl was about to find out what it really meant to be thoroughly tasted by a man.
Her man.
Because no matter what, I was and always would be her man.
God, she was divine. I ran my tongue along her opening and sucked on her clit. She moaned and grabbed my hair painfully, which brought sensations to my cock, making it harder, if it were possible. As I licked around her lips, her sweet taste on my tongue felt incredible, and I finally pushed it inside her. She cried out and shifted her hips to bring my face closer. I obliged with a smile.
My girl liked it.
I massaged her clit slowly with my thumb while my tongue continued to pleasure her, and I could feel by the spasm of her pussy that she was close.
“Nate, please!” she cried out, but I wouldn’t give it to her, not yet. I then used two fingers, opening her up and getting her ready for my cock. “Please…”
“What do you want, Bella?” I pushed my fingers deeper against her G-spot and she cried out again, this time louder. Still she tried to grab my face and pull it toward her sensitive, heated flesh, because she couldn’t come from my fingers alone. I didn’t put strong enough friction into it.
“I want to come.” Leaning down again, I licked the excessive honey she was providing, causing her to groan, and fuck if it wasn’t making me harder.
“How do you want to come? From my finger? From my mouth? From my cock?” She hissed a bit and shifted slightly on top of me. If anything, my girl wasn’t shy in expressing her wants.
“All of it,” she whispered, and that made me smile. I kissed the inside of her thigh while my finger was still in her. Her skin was so soft and I could have spent hours on it, and I would, but not right now. We needed something else—she needed something else.
I finally sucked hard on her clit again while three fingers pushed inside her at the same time. I kept it up as she was restlessly moaning above me, and I could feel she was close. Fuck, if that didn’t just make me want to come myself. She cried out as I felt her pussy clench against my fingers, and she came with a loud scream. I licked her a little more, once again getting addicted to her taste.
“No more, Nate, please.” I pushed myself back up and her legs wrapped around my waist again as I kissed her
hard, sharing her essence with her. She groaned once she tasted it.
“Taste how delicious you are on my tongue.”
“Oh God.”
“Not God, honey, just me. And what’s my name?” I whispered in her ear as I nibbled on it a little.
“Nate.” Fuck, but I loved hearing my name on her lips.
“Good girl.” I put my erection on the same level as her sex and slowly started to push inside her. “God, you are so tight.”
“Nate, wait,” she suddenly snapped and I stopped. As painful as it was, I wasn’t about to go on if she had a problem with that. “Condom,” she said, and I could see panic in her eyes through the haze of desire.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, I already put it on.”
“When did you have the time?” I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation when I was halfway in. That was a first, definitely. I would have laughed if the conversation wasn’t serious.
“I did.” She looked down and saw me wrapped in a condom pushing slightly forward inside her. Inhaling sharply I felt her muscles clench around me. “You like that, huh? Watching my cock enter your pussy?” I entered her all the way and almost came right there.
So fucking tight.
I started to move in deep, sure strokes as I grabbed her hair, tugging on it. “Answer me.” Her eyes were closed and her hands were above her head and she snapped her gaze at me.
“Yes.” She moaned when I pushed inside harder and leaned down to licked around her small, pink nipples, feasting on them gently with my mouth. They were already bruised from my assault earlier.
I had missed her, and this. No one felt like her. No one smelled like her and fuck, my body didn’t react to anyone the way it did to hers.
Being inside her felt like being home.
I felt her hands on the sides of my face, and then she pulled it toward her, kissing me with all she had. Bella sucked hard on my tongue, and I thought I would finish right there. She bit my lower lip and kept yanking my hair. Then her hand slid down to my spine and I felt her nails dig into me.
“Yeah, baby, leave your mark on me.” If anything, that made her more frantic, and she nipped on the sensitive spot between my shoulder and neck. I was close to coming, but no way in hell was I coming without her. I moved my hand back to her wet flesh and massaged her clit at the same time as my thrusts became deeper and quicker. Her pussy start to clench and finally I felt her let go. She bit me hard, and that was enough to send me into one of the best orgasms of my life. She cried out, but it was muffled with my mouth. I wanted to devour her. I had a hard time keeping myself on my feet and felt light-headed from what just happened.
We slowly began to come down from our adrenaline haze and I became aware our surroundings. The water in the shower became colder and I felt her shiver slightly, but I had no idea if it was because of the water’s temperature, or if it was the aftermath of what we’d just experienced. My knees were weak and I wanted nothing more than to just hug her and never let go.
First things first, though.
I grabbed the shower gel and sponge and started to wash her. She was quiet all this time, and once I was finished with her, I quickly washed myself. I tried not to wince when the gel spread over what I assumed was the raw scratch mark on my back.
Shutting off the water, I grabbed a big towel and wrapped it around her, and then did the same with myself. She still said nothing and didn’t look me in the eyes. I took her swiftly in my arms and she squealed.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was slightly distant, and I knew her well enough to know she wanted to push me away now. After all, she had before.
I wasn’t that stupid boy anymore.
I wouldn’t let her do it to us again.
“Taking you to bed.” And with those words, I put her on the bed, removed our towels, and joined her. I spooned her and didn’t let her move. I knew she was exhausted from a long day, from the gym and now this.
“Nathaniel—”
“Shh, sweetheart. Sleep.” She was tense for a few seconds and then relaxed. Slowly, her breathing evened and she fell asleep.
It took longer for me. She was finally where I wanted her to be, in my arms and in bed, and I felt like we’d made progress.
Unfortunately for me, I knew one step forward usually meant two steps back with her.
Not this time.
This fucking time, I would push her forward if it was the last thing I did.
No more hiding in the shadows.
“This song, Jane, sucks.” Seriously, how couldn’t she not hear it?
“Does not,” Jane snapped, frowning at me.
“Yeah, it does. I support Bella.”
“Shut it, Ariel. You just support her because I didn’t like your song.”
“Oh, all of you fucking shut up. You guys give me a headache. It’s too fucking early to argue,” Sam grumbled and swallowed the aspirin down, still putting ice on her forehead. We all smirked. She narrowed her eyes because she damn well knew we were laughing at her.
“It isn’t funny.”
“Oh, come on.” We now laughed out loud, because as much as she pretended it wasn’t, it so was. “At least the sex was good, right?” She grabbed one of the pillows that covered the sofa in our studio and threw it at me across the room. But since I ducked my head, it missed the target and landed on Ariel’s face, who was drinking water, which splashed all over her shirt and face.
Now that, Jane found hilarious as fuck. She slumped on the couch near Sam and laughed till her eyes watered and she was holding her stomach. Ariel glared at me and I looked down, covering the urge to laugh, too. She was the only one here who loved to put on makeup, and now her lipstick was all over her face and she looked more like a clown than her sexy, pin-up, beautiful self. She then picked up the pillow from the floor and sent it flying at Jane, which hit her right in the face.
“Hey, what the hell?” Jane said without much heat. The pillow wasn’t meant to hurt, anyway, and she was still in a good mood.
“You looked too smug.”
“Whatever.” She then smirked and moved closer to Sam. Suddenly Jane shouted in her ear, which made her jump in place and drop her ice bag. “So, Sam, fucks like a rabbit you say?” That was golden.
I just couldn’t help it; Ariel and I joined them on the couch while we laughed and laughed.
“Yeah, very funny. I swear, if you don’t shut up and stop screaming, I will punch one of you in your pretty face, for real.” I noticed how the smile was gone from Jane’s face, replaced by uneasiness, and she sat quietly. I knew about her issues with looks; everyone considered her the ugly duckling in the band and didn’t hesitate to let her know. She appeared as if she didn’t give a fuck, but we knew better.
Those people were shallow because she was pretty in her own way and her real love would see it.
Jeez, I’m becoming a romantic. The hell?
“Seriously, I can’t believe you slept with Johnny the Rabbit.”
“I didn’t know about the nickname. You should have warned me.” She pointed her finger at me, and I just shrugged.
“I thought you knew. Everyone knows about him. He may be a nice rocker and knows how to make good music with those hands of his, but he is a disaster in bed. He is quick, and fucks non-stop, and not in a good way. You know what I mean.”
“Trust me, I fucking do. He kept on doing me and my head was bumping on the headboard. I had to pretend I came so he would finish, too, and that shit would be over. What a disaster.” She sighed, and I patted her knee. “Imagine after it was over and I grabbed my clothes to leave, he gave me his number because he said we had a magical time in bed. If he calls that magical, I’m afraid to imagine how he does it with others.” She shuddered.
“That bad, huh?” Ariel, who was cleaning her face with the help of a hand mirror, said.
“It was like he was fucking his own hand and I was just there. This dude knows nothing about good sex. What a waste with his looks.” True.
He was tall, blond, muscular, and had green eyes that made you want to drop your panties and hop on him.
For Sam, it was a really bad judgment call, and she hated to be wrong. She usually chose good guys, who could satisfy her, and since she wasn’t slutting around, when she actually allowed herself to have some sex, she would be absolutely disappointed if it was shit, hence her reaction. Who wouldn’t be?
Thank God I didn’t spend a night with the Rabbit. I would have probably punched the jerk in his face and told him to get off me.
I liked to have some sort of control in the sexual act, and if it was shit, I wasn’t afraid to open my mouth.
Sometimes I yearned for domination, for those men to shut me up and take control, but none of them ever did, so whatever.
“Maybe we need to come back to songwriting?” Jane suggested. As usual, she never said anything on the subject of sex, but we knew she didn’t judge. She was our girl, after all.
“Choose whatever. I will create the music anyway, but not today.” Sam adjusted her head and closed her eyes, clearly needing rest, all jokes aside.
“Come on, guys, we need to decide.”
“I liked my song,” Ariel said, and so did I. Jane looked at us wistfully, and finally nodded her head.
“Okay, fine. It’s her song then. Let’s just write it, properly.” Ariel rolled her eyes but smiled, because it would be the first time ever that we would sing her song, and I was happy for her.
I never wrote anything, never had a thing for it, nor was I interested.
Maybe someday I would have some special story to tell.
Who knows, right?
Life had endless possibilities.
Annabella
I felt the morning breeze and sun through the window, as though it was touching my skin. I was lying comfortably on a soft pillow and blanket, my own kind of cocoon, and felt better than ever before. Leaving the bed seemed like a crime to me and I couldn’t believe it was morning already. I didn’t want to open my eyes; I wanted to enjoy this moment a little bit more. My lips stretched into a smile and I sighed. I couldn’t remember a morning that felt as good as this one; what the hell did I do last night?