by Mari Carr
She did as he asked, certain she should be mortified at the image she must be presenting. She could feel his gaze on her bare flesh and the mere thought caused her to tremble. God, the man was playing her body better than he played his guitar.
His fingers drifted from her pussy to her anus and again she fought against denying him. This was unknown, forbidden territory. If only her damn curiosity weren’t so powerful. It was overriding every other part of her mind that was saying they’d gone far enough.
The tip of his index finger, wet from her juices, slowly pushed into the tight ring of muscle. She couldn’t hold back the small cry that escaped her lips.
“Does that hurt?” he asked.
“Not yet.”
He chuckled. “That spanking I just gave you had to hurt. I didn’t hear you complain about that. Maybe you’ll like this pain too.”
She doubted that very much, but she didn’t refute his words. He dragged his fingers back to her pussy, gathering up more of her juices. He was trying to make this good for her. She could appreciate that fact even if she wasn’t sure she wanted it. This time, he pushed his finger in farther. She squirmed as she felt the second knuckle pass. Once his entire finger was buried in her ass, he paused and she remembered to breathe.
He wiggled the finger inside her and she gasped at the unexpected wealth of new sensations. This touch felt very different from that of his fingers in her pussy, but it was no less exciting, no less searing.
His finger began to retreat and she felt her muscles contracting, trying to hold him inside. “Jesus,” he muttered. “You like this.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a simple statement of fact. When only the tip of his finger remained, he began the return trip. His movements were slow, measured and easy, but soon that wasn’t enough. He’d definitely awakened some latent needs inside her. Needs that demanded force, power and yes, dear God, an edge of pain. She wasn’t sure what she was becoming but at this moment, need outweighed everything else in her life.
“Fuck my ass,” she demanded. “Harder. Faster.”
His finger stopped as she spoke the words and then he granted her wish. His finger plowed inside her and she felt pinches of discomfort laced with incredible vibrations that claimed her from the waist down. With his free hand, he peppered her ass with short, hard smacks and she cried out, biting down on her pillow to drown out the screams.
Harder and harder he drove his finger inside her ass.
“More,” she gasped.
He used his other hand on her clit, pushing and pinching the distended flesh until she quivered violently on the bed, crying out her climax. The strength of the orgasm claimed her exhausted body and she felt herself drifting into the blessed darkness as his finger slid out of her.
* * * * *
Sky turned onto his back on the couch, fluffing the pillow under his head once more, praying to find a comfortable position. He’d come out to the living room to sleep when he worried his tossing and turning would disturb Ewan. His mind whirled over the night’s events as he tried to figure out what in the hell he was supposed to do now.
Teagan wasn’t fitting into his preconceived ideas of what his future looked like. In fact, the woman was turning his world on its ear. Two days ago, he’d been toying with the idea of leaving The Universe. Within minutes of meeting her, he’d decided to definitely leave the band and had shanghaied her into helping him write the songs for his solo album. That was all he’d wanted from her. Well, that and maybe a roll in the hay.
Now he was suffering from the worst case of blue balls in the history of man because of that damn promise she’d extracted from him. A promise he sure as hell wouldn’t break now that he knew she was a virgin, hell-bent on holding out for true love. Every man on the planet knew not to fuck with a twenty-six-year-old virgin unless marriage was the goal. And that was something definitely not in his plans for a happy future.
Christ. All he’d wanted was a solo career and a solo life. Holly had taught him all too well that love wasn’t meant to last for people who’d opted for fame and fortune. No relationship could handle the strain of the paparazzi or a life on the road for long. Hell, Teagan would hate the constant flashing of cameras in her face. He couldn’t do that to her even if things between them progressed to that point. Which they wouldn’t.
The thought of Holly sent his mind in a different direction as he wondered if she was the person siccing the paparazzi on him at every turn. He’d always been plagued by the cameras, but never to this extreme. Lately he felt as if he had a giant target on his back. Before yesterday’s successful writing with Teagan, they’d annoyed him so much he’d been unable to write much of anything of value. Teagan had changed that. He smiled as he pictured her playing the guitar in those long, colorful skirts and he wondered when he’d begun to see hippie garb as sexy. She was definitely something special, something unique.
He shook his head. He was here to write music for the album and perform the last concert with The Universe. Once that was done, it was adios Baltimore and goodbye Teagan. He rubbed his chest, wondering why the thought of leaving her behind caused an actual physical ache inside him.
Two days. He’d known her two days. He was just overwrought, overtired and she’d come at a time when he was feeling vulnerable, out of control. Holly had fucked with his head, the paparazzi was driving him fucking nuts and he’d just fought World War III with Marty on the phone this morning after he’d broken the news of his decision to strike out on his own. He’d finish the songs and get the hell out of here. No doubt after a few days away from Teagan, he’d be his old cocky, womanizing self again. With that consoling thought, he closed his eyes and forced sleep to come.
He’d just drifted off when he felt a tug at the waistband of his sweatpants. He opened his eyes, shocked to discover Teagan leaning over the couch.
“What are you doing?” he whispered.
“I’m dressed,” she said as if that was the answer to his question.
“So?”
“So get up. There’s no way I’m not playing fair anymore, Sky. You’ve given me two nights of incredible orgasms and you’ve taken nothing for yourself. I’ll leave my clothes on, but I’m telling you right now, I’m sucking your cock and that’s all there is to it.”
He’d heard some propositions in his life, but like everything else about the woman, her comment left him teetering on the line between laughter and begging. He’d sell his soul to the devil to feel her lips on his aching cock.
“Since you’ve worded it that way, refusal seems to be pointless, doesn’t it?”
“Come on.”
“Where are we going?”
“The office,” she whispered.
There was a tiny room off the living room that the family used as an office. It was only large enough for a desk and bookshelf, but the door locked. He grinned at her ingenuity. Clearly, she’d learned to improvise when she needed privacy, given the fact she lived in an overcrowded apartment with her siblings.
She closed and locked the door, leading him to the office chair. He could see she was pleased with his acquiescence as she struggled to relieve him of his pants.
“Here,” he said. “Let me help.” The idea of Teagan on her knees before him left Sky slightly lightheaded in his exhaustion and he was surprised to notice his hands were shaking a bit. He pushed the sweatpants to his ankles and then sat back down with his knees spread apart. She knelt, moving closer and settling between his legs. Her hands teased the hair on his upper thighs as she looked at him.
“I lied,” she said at last.
“About what?”
“About giving a blowjob. I’ve never done this. I only knew about it from a dirty book I read once.”
He marveled for a moment over her honesty and then tried to figure out how the hell she was still single. Were the men on the East Coast blind and insane? “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
“Oh hell yeah,” she said so assuredly, he did laugh.<
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“Do you want directions?”
She shook her head. “Nope, I think I can figure it out. You’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like?”
“I don’t think there’s anything you could do that wouldn’t knock my cock off, gypsy.”
She grinned at his compliment and bent forward. She teased the tip of his cock with her tongue for several moments and he leaned his head back against the chair and started counting to a thousand by tens. She hadn’t even taken him into her mouth and he was already afraid of coming too soon. The last two celibate nights spent watching her orgasm hadn’t helped his stamina. Hell, a strong draft was likely to make him blow.
Her hands left his thighs, gripping the base of his hard flesh with firm, sure fingers. Fuck. So much for a novice. He’d have to get the title of that dirty book she’d read so he could write and thank the author. She took the head into her mouth, her hot breath tickling and tantalizing the sensitive nerve endings there. A groan escaped his lips and he noticed the sound spurred her on. She took him deeper as her grip on the base of his cock tightened. She was fucking doing everything right.
Her lips moved up and down his shaft as she started sucking him, fucking him with her gorgeous mouth.
“Faster,” he said between gritted teeth. She increased her pace and her grip, torturing his cock with hard, firm motions that sent a rush of cum to his balls.
Christ. It was too fast but he couldn’t hold off. Not when the image of her lovely red head bobbing up and down—
Fuck. He closed his eyes. He couldn’t watch her and hope to hold on. He was surprised when her strong grip on his cock disappeared. His eyes flew open and he watched, spellbound, as she took even more of him into her mouth. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat and he groaned again. She was swallowing him. He was lost. His climax erupted like a volcano the moment she began to hum.
Holy mother of God. He only just managed to recall the fact they were surrounded by her family. Locked door or not, her brothers would definitely kick his ass for this. He swallowed back his loud cry as she drank down every drop of semen.
She held his cock in her mouth as it deflated and he was touched by the soothing way she caressed him as he fought to regain his wits.
“Come here,” he said when he had the strength to move. He pulled her onto his lap, kissing her, tasting his essence on her lips and wondering what the fuck he was supposed to do now. Leaving her suddenly didn’t seem like such an easy option.
Chapter Six
The rest of the week moved in a languid, easy pace. The Collins family was easy to be around. They all possessed a great sense of humor and he enjoyed the time spent in their midst very much. Tris and Ewan still eyed him with suspicion, although he’d made certain to hide his sexual attraction to their older sister when they were around. He and Teagan were both careful around her family, portraying themselves as nothing more than writing partners and friends.
During the afternoons and evenings when they were alone, they worked diligently on their songs, taking turns at the guitar. The music was evolving into something he suspected was surprising to them both. He’d never written better songs and he knew it. She mentioned the same held true for her. They were the perfect complement to each other professionally and, as each night revealed, physically.
Ten o’clock marked the end of their workday and they spent the last hour before bed exploring each other’s bodies, touching and kissing, giving and taking. He’d kept his promise and protected her virginity, although each night the temptation to lose himself in her body grew until he feared he’d lose his mind from wanting.
Teagan maintained part of her usual routine, singing at the pub over the weekend and Tuesday night. He’d sat at the bottom of the stairs, out of sight of the patrons, and listened to her as she performed. She’d gone to the nursing home twice, and this morning she’d left to teach her class at the preschool.
He dialed the phone to check in with Rod. He’d called him a couple nights ago to break the news to his friend about his decision to definitely leave The Universe.
“Hey, bud,” Sky said when Rod answered the phone.
“Sky, what’s up?”
“Nothing. I just called to see if you’d had a chance to stop by and check on my place.” Rod often kept an eye on his house in Palm Springs when he was out of town.
“Yep. Slid by there yesterday and everything is just as it’s supposed to be. Shame to see such a damn big house sitting empty for nine, ten months of the year.”
Sky laughed. Rod had been trying to get him to sell the place for ages. Sky agreed that it was probably silly to keep a mansion that sat empty most of the time, but he liked the idea of having a place to call home.
“I’m not selling,” he said and he heard Rod sigh.
“Do you know what the commission on that place would be?”
Sky thought for a moment he heard a bit of anger in his friend’s voice and he wondered about his comment. “You need money? I know property sales have sucked lately. I could float you a loan.”
Rod brushed his offer aside. “I’m fine, Sky. No worries. I’m just kidding. So, you still at the Irish pub?”
Sky had filled his friend in on his adventures with the paparazzi the previous week during their last call. “I’m still here.”
“How are the songs coming?” his friend asked.
“Great. Freaking brilliant.” Sky grinned as he heard Teagan’s footsteps on the stairs, feeling like a teenager with a crush at the excitement he felt over seeing her again. “Hey listen, man. I’ve gotta get going. Thanks for looking after the place. I’ll talk to you in a few days.”
He hung up and watched as Teagan entered the room. His smile dimmed when he saw her pale, worried face.
“Teagan?” he asked. “What’s wrong?”
“Outside. Cameras.”
He moved quickly to the window, standing off to the side to peek down without being seen.
“They know you’re here.”
He was amazed by the sheer number of cameramen lining the sidewalk. He crossed the room and peered into the back alley. It was also jam-packed with press.
“How?”
She shrugged and he felt the same anger rise, the same frustration that besieged him whenever confronted with the paparazzi. “You must have some idea, Teagan. Who did you tell?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t tell anyone.”
“Well, I haven’t talked to anyone. Someone in your family must have let it slip. Maybe Riley.”
“She wouldn’t do that. None of them would do that. They know how much your privacy means to you.”
“Sure they wouldn’t. You’d be amazed what an easy buck will make people do.”
Teagan’s face flushed and he cursed his harsh words, but he couldn’t shake the idea that someone in the Collins family had betrayed him. He was surprised by how much that thought hurt.
“My family isn’t like that,” she insisted. “How do you know it wasn’t your manager? He was pretty pissed off when you said you were leaving the band.”
“He doesn’t know I’m here.”
“He’s the one who sent you to Baltimore.”
“A hotel in Baltimore, yes. He has no idea I’ve been staying here the last week.”
“Your friend Rod knows about this place. He was here with you,” she said.
“Rod wouldn’t betray me.”
“Oh right. You can say that about Rod and I’m supposed to accept it at face value, but when I tell you my family didn’t tell anyone—”
“Dammit, Teagan. No one else knew I was here. Fine. Let’s say for argument’s sake it wasn’t your family. Who else could it have been? Mrs. Tibbs?”
“She didn’t recognize you. I’m sure of that.”
“Fine. One of your pop’s old cronies. One of the men watching the contest.”
She shook her head. “They don’t know you’re still here. As far as they’re concerned, you went back to your hotel the ni
ght of the contest.”
“Great. Well, that really narrows it down, doesn’t it?”
“Holy fuck city,” Riley said, stomping into the room with a police officer behind her. “Hell has officially broken loose outside.”
Sky lifted his hand, gesturing to the stranger in their midst. “Well, look,” he said, unable to hide the sarcasm in his tone. “Riley’s brought home someone else who isn’t supposed to know I’m here.”
Teagan walked over to him angrily and for a moment he was torn between guarding his ears or his balls. She was truly pissed off. “Aaron is a friend, you asshole.”
Aaron stepped over to him with his hand outstretched. “I’m Aaron Young. I’m a friend of the Collins family. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mitchell. I’m a big fan of The Universe.”
Sky shook his hand, though his anger hadn’t abated. “I assume Riley called you in to disperse the crowd out there. I should tell you—”
“Actually, she called me to help get you out of here. Those cameramen won’t move until you do.”
“I’m not sure how they know I’m here. I’ve been quite diligent about remaining out of sight.”
Riley stepped forward, pointing out one of the living room windows. “One of the assholes down there managed to sweet-talk his way into an apartment across the street. He has a pretty good shot taken with a long-range lens of you and Teagan working on the couch in here. The jig is definitely up.”
Pop came up the stairs and Sky could see weariness in the old man’s face. “Shooed everyone out and locked the restaurant,” he said. “Impossible to serve folks food and drinks with the crowd growing outside. Noise was unbearable and everyone was scrambling to get in. We were in danger of breaking the fire code for the number of people allowed in the place.”
“I’m sorry, Pat,” Sky said. “I didn’t mean to disrupt your business.” He knew in his heart of hearts the old man hadn’t given away his location to the press. Teagan’s pop was one in a million. He’d listened to their work in progress each afternoon, offering genuine advice and kind encouragement. He tended to look at Sky as if he’d offered his daughter the moon on a platter and he knew exactly how much her father wanted to see Teagan succeed in the music business. He wouldn’t jeopardize her future for any amount of money.