Dirty Maverick (The Maxwell Family)

by Alycia Taylor

  “Tristan! Elly! That was fabulous! It was fabulous!” Jerry always used words like ‘fabulous’ and ‘top-notch’ and ‘magnificent.’ No one knew how he really felt about anything. He was so full of shit that he smelled like it sometimes, but he knew everyone in town and he could get your name out there in lights faster than anyone else, so Elly was constantly telling me to grin and bear his bullshit. I did my best.

  “Thank you, Jerry,” my sweet, polite wife said.

  He kissed her on each cheek and said, “I’m not even kidding Elly, you’re magnificent!”

  Elly smiled and looked over at me. All it took her these days was one look at my face to know what I was thinking, and right now she knew I was thinking that as fabulous as I knew she was, this guy was still full of shit.

  He turned to me then and said, “Tristan, baby!” He had his arms open, and after five years of me dodging his touch, he seemed to still believe I was going to hug him. The thought of touching a man didn’t appeal to me in the least, but the thought of touching Jerry’s soft squishy body actually repulsed me a little. I put my hand out instead and he giggled like a little girl before shaking it. Then he said, “How about The Dialogue next Monday morning?”

  “What’s that?” I asked him.

  “Are you kidding? Five of the hottest women in show business sit around a table and interview celebrities every morning. It’s a wildly popular show. How could you not know what it is?”

  I shrugged, “I don’t watch much television.”

  “Well, you should because anyone who is anyone will be talking about you in the next few months. This is going to be your most successful album yet and we’re going to make sure that everyone knows who you are, even if they never turn on the radio.”

  I looked at Manny and he said, “Jerry’s the expert, Tristan. I’d listen to him if I were you.” I looked at Elly and she smiled and nodded too.

  I looked back at Jerry then and said, “Alright, I’ll be there.”

  “One more thing,” he said.

  “What’s that?”

  “You have to watch the potty mouth. No four letter words.”

  “You think I can’t talk like a professional, motherfucker?” I grinned and he shook his head. His jowls wiggled back and forth as he did.

  “Be good!” he said.

  With another grin I said, “I always am; ask my wife.” I got elbowed in the ribs by Elly for that.

  Chapter Eleven

  Elly

  Tristan had been trying to get me to record with him for years. Today was the first time I finally gave in. I knew I could sing, but I wasn’t convinced I could sing well enough for an album that was surely going to sell millions of copies. I finally agreed to do it in the middle of a passionate romp with my husband. He’d convinced me in ways that a lady shouldn’t ever tell. So there I was in the recording studio on the side of the glass that’s usually reserved for rock stars. It was a long day, but when they played it back to us, I had to admit that Jerry was right: it was fabulous.

  I was kind of anxious to get home, but Tristan seemed to be hanging back for some reason. When everyone was gone except for the sound engineer, I saw Tristan take him aside and whisper in his ear. The guy smiled and looked at me and I knew in an instant what my horny husband was planning.

  After Rick left I said, “What was that about?” Tristan walked over to the door Rick had just gone out of and flipped the lock. He grinned at me with that same gorgeous, irresistible grin he’d been using on me for the past five years to get what he wanted. It worked as well as it always did. Within minutes I was in his arms with his sexy lips on mine and his hands working on unsnapping, unhooking, and unbuttoning everything I was wearing.

  I didn’t complain, especially when he broke the kiss and looked up at me and said, “I love you.”

  “I love you too, baby,” I told him. I’d loved him since I was twelve years old. I slid my body around behind him and grabbed hold of the bottom of his t-shirt. I slid the shirt up, running my palms along the sides of his sexy hard body as I did. He held up his arms and allowed me to pull it off of him and discard it onto the pile of my own clothes. I continued to stand behind him, letting my hands travel across his hard shoulders and down across his smooth, sexy belly. They found their way to the top of his pants and the button and zipper were easily released. I slid the pants and boxers down with one motion, and as I moved back up to let my hands travel across the prize, he stepped out of them. Still standing behind him with his bare ass pressed against my body, I took his hard cock into one hand and began stroking it. I gently slid the other hand between his thighs and found his balls. He shivered and made a sound through his gritted teeth as I began to massage them. I kissed the back of his neck and shoulders as I stroked and groped him. I was savoring the beauty of my husband and I loved it.

  Tristan let me play for a little while. I loved feeling his muscles tense and quiver under my touch. When he finally couldn’t take any more, he took a step forward and spun around to face me. He grinned and then dipped his head down so that he could press his lips against my neck. He ran them softly along the curve of it, all the way down to my collarbone and back up again. Then he did it again, only that time using his tongue. The third pass was lips, tongue and a sharp, erotic bite to the sensitive, supple skin just below my ear. I could feel it all the way through my chest and down into my belly. It exploded in wet sensations that dripped warm liquid along my inner thighs. Then he pressed his lips to my ear and the vibrations of it alone sent me into an almost convulsive state as he said, “You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”

  I put my head back and he knew what I wanted. He locked his lips back against mine for a passionate kiss as our hands continued to search each other’s bodies like they were unfamiliar territory. As we kissed, he walked me backwards over to the brown, suede sofa in the control room. I briefly considered the stains we might leave on it, but by the time he laid me back on it and I looked up at the body I loved so much, I’d forgotten all about the cleanliness of the couch.

  He sat down next to me and as he kissed me, he ran his hands across my chest, teasing my hard nipples with the palms of his hands and stopping to cup a breast before running them over my belly. Then he’d run them back up and use his thumb and forefinger to pinch and pull and circle my engorged nipples. While he did that, he draped one leg across my lap and used his hard calf to part my legs open. He kept at my nipples with one hand and he let the other hand travel south and begin stroking the inner parts of my already wet thighs. I groaned and pulled my legs further apart to allow him full access to my hot, wet pussy.

  I moaned out his name as his fingers gently touched my lips, teasing me at first and then allowing one to slip briefly between them and stroke my clit. I gasped and he smiled at me. “You like that, baby?”

  “I love that,” I told him. He leaned forward and kissed me, this time slipping a finger all the way inside while stroking my swollen clit with his thumb. He drew circles around it while I wiggled and squirmed and writhed all over the soft suede. As I got wetter and more excited, he slid another finger inside. He began working them in and out as I moved my hips up and down. I was groaning loudly now, thankful for the soundproof room. I was so wet it felt like I’d came three times already, and I hadn’t even had one orgasm yet. I was ready; I always was when Tristan touched me. He fucked me hard and fast with his fingers, slipping in a third after a while. I was crying out, yelling out his name and he knew I was on the brink. That was when he slipped his fingers out.

  I think I growled. “Why?” I pleaded.

  He grinned again. “I don’t want you to come yet. I want to make it last. I want you to be desperate for it.”

  I knew he was right, I’d enjoy it more if it took longer. My body was shaking, though, and my pussy wasn’t convinced that waiting was the right thing to do. Trying to offer her a little distraction, I slid myself out from underneath him and slid down his body to the floor. I let my lips and tongue glide acros
s his hot skin, causing him to shiver and groan. I let my tongue graze his twitching cock and found his balls with it instead. I sucked them into my mouth, first one at a time, and then both. It was his turn to cry out and I felt the muscles in his thighs grow as hard as steel.

  I slid my mouth back up to the head of his cock. I flicked out my tongue and licked off the glistening pearl of pre-cum there before covering the head with my mouth. I licked around it, savoring it until all at once I needed more. I opened my mouth and my throat and took in his entire length. Once it hit the back of my throat I began to suck hard. I had his balls in my hand, rolling them between my fingers as I sucked him and ran my tongue along his length. He was groaning and moaning loudly as his hips bucked up and down, rhythmically, fucking my mouth. I did that until I felt him tense and shake and then I pulled the same stunt on him that he did on me; I pulled my hand and my mouth away at the same time and looked up at him with a grin.

  “Fuck, baby!” He said, pulling my body up to cover his. We kissed again, passionately, as our hands touched and fondled every curve of the other’s body. He lifted me up by my hips so that I was straddling him and I rested my hands on the back of the couch behind him. He was so hard that his cock was actually standing straight up, waiting for me to slide my pussy down onto it. I looked into his eyes as I lowered myself down onto it. I felt the head slip in and then the beginning of his shaft. Then, with one big push he was deep inside of me and I pushed my pelvis down against his and let the muscles in my pussy contract against his pulsating cock. I started slowly pulling myself up until only his head was left inside of me and then I would drop back down. He moved his hips up and down as I did, with his hands on my hips guiding me in rhythm with him. His tongue traced my nipples and his lips and teeth grazed gently, causing me to shiver. We started slow, but as we both got more excited we began moving faster and faster with our skin slapping together with each deep thrust. I was on the verge of orgasm when I felt his body tensing again. I slid my hand down my abdomen and found my clit. I began rubbing it furiously as he fucked me, turning us both on that much more. Within seconds my whole body shivered and shook as I came in a rush of warm fluid that covered both of our thighs. As soon as I did, I heard him let out a loud groan and I felt his rush of cum, filling me up.

  I let my body fall against his then, nothing between us but a sheet of glistening sweat. I could feel his heart beating against the rise and fall of his chest and I thought that my own heart might explode right out of mine.

  He had his arms across my back and he pulled me in tighter, kissing the side of my face and running his hand down my back. We lay like that until we were both breathing normally again, and then I felt his hand come up and brush the hair that was glued with sweat to the side of my face back behind my ear. He looked at me seriously then, not smile, no grin, no mockery in his eyes and he said, “Thank you.”

  I laughed and said, “Well, since it was your idea, I should thank you.”

  “Not for the sex, though that was as fucking amazing as usual. But for everything else…our lives.”

  I smiled and touched his face then, “You’re welcome,” I said. He pulled me in for another kiss and then rolled me so that my back was against the couch. I wasn’t surprised to see that he was already hard again; the man was a machine sometimes. He kneeled across my legs and slipped his cock back into me. He slid slowly in and out of me then as we held onto each other tightly. The first time was sex, but this was making love. This was what my amazingly sexy, talented husband did for me. He slid his hand down across my breasts and nipples while he slid in and out of me…ending with his fingers at the top of my mound. He found my clit and began to stroke it again as he slid his magnificent cock in and out of me, slowly, deeply, excruciatingly patient. Moans were escaping from my lips again and he groaned when I tightened the muscles that were already wrapped tightly around his shaft. Then I pulled one of my legs out and raised it up so that it was resting across his shoulder. He could push in deeper now and I reached around and put my hands on the cheeks of his ass, urging him to go faster and deeper.

  “Oh, baby, that feels so fucking good,” I told him as I felt the head of his cock hit the bottom of my pussy. He was still rubbing my clit and he began rubbing it faster as he pushed into me deeper. “Oh god, Tristan…I’m coming again, baby!”

  “Me, too,” he forced out, sounding like he barely had enough breath left inside of him to speak. He moved his fingers and began to thrust into me wildly until we tensed, grunted and came in another wild rush of hot fluid. When we’d both stopped shaking, I slid my leg back down and we held each other again, shivering and gasping for air. I fucking loved that man!

  Chapter Twelve

  Tristan

  When Elly and I at last finished shaking and were able to breathe, she said, “I’m starving.”

  I laughed. “Me too, baby. I’m just not sure if I can get up off this couch or not.” She stood up then and I looked at her. Even after five years, just looking at her naked body set mine on fire. “Maybe we should do it one more time,” I said with a grin.

  She bent down to pick up her clothes and said, “Maybe later, at home. First, you’re going to feed me. I’m gonna get cleaned up.” I watched her sweet ass disappear into the bathroom before I pulled myself up off the couch. I looked down and could see cum stains where I’d been sitting. Grabbing a sweat towel from underneath the counter I did my best to dry it up. “Did we ruin the suede?” Elly asked with a smile when she came out of the bathroom.

  “Nah, I wiped it up. It’ll be as good as new when it dries—I hope.”

  I went over and tried to kiss her again but she moved her head away and said, “Nope, Casanova. Get dressed. I swear my insides are eating themselves.”

  I laughed at her dramatics, but I went into the bathroom and washed up and got dressed. We straightened up a little more and then turned off the lights in the studio and locked the door on our way out. It was a warm, California night and I was glad we’d brought the bike. We both put on our helmets and I drove the three blocks to Elly’s favorite restaurant in Burbank. It was the first place I took her after I started getting paid and it held kind of a sentimental component for both of us. It was the first time I’d really taken her out and paid for everything. I hadn’t let her pay for anything since. It felt so good to finally be a man and be able to take care of her for a change. I’d never even been able to take care of myself before I met her, so I owed even that to her.

  The restaurant was in the heart of the Burbank Media District. It’s called Backstage Café and it sits along the front corner of the Burbank credit union. It’s a favorite of the media crowd, but most importantly, Elly loves it. It’s a sandwich shop, but a gourmet one with a long list of sandwiches on homemade breads, soups, and pastries. The atmosphere is casual, but nice at the same time. We took a table on the front patio since it was such a nice evening and Elly ordered an iced tea and a Reuben sandwich. I got the specialty turkey and their homemade soup, which is not even close to sex with Elly but closely rivaled sex that I’d had with other women before her. The moon was starting to come up behind the tall buildings and the hills in the distance. There were gas burning tiki lamps set up around the patio and it gave it a romantic feel.

  “So, how do you feel about being on The Dialogue?” she asked me as we ate. Elly was the only one who knew the absolute truth about me and my sobriety and my messed up fucking family. I wasn’t planning on telling anyone else much other than I was sober now. I had no desire to talk about my parents, to bad mouth them or otherwise.

  I shrugged, “You know I don’t like shit like that. I wonder if they’ll let you go on with me. You’re part of the new CD, too. You could do like you used to do with my therapist and field the hard questions for me.”

  She laughed, “I don’t think so. I’ll go with you, but I’m more of a wait for my husband off-stage kind of girl.”

  “That face and body were made for the stage baby,” I told her.
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br />   She laughed again and said, “I’m glad you think so, but no thank you. That’s your thing, and you do it well. Just flirt with all the ladies and play to the crowd. They’ll love you.”

  I smiled at her. I wasn’t afraid they wouldn’t like me. Being with Elly had made me a better man, but it had only served to fuel the already burning fire that was my massive ego. I just didn’t like all that fake kiss-ass stuff you had to do when you were promoting a record. I would do it…because I had to. I didn’t have to like it.

  “You know,” I told her, “my biggest complaint is that I’m not allowed to use the language I’m comfortable with.”

  She smiled and said, “You’ll live. The show is only a half hour long once they add in the commercials so your segment will be ten or fifteen minutes. You need the practice.”

  Her phone rang then and she pulled it out of her purse and looked at the face of it. “It’s Susie,” she said.

  I held out my hand and said, “Let me answer it.”

  She handed it to me, but she said, “Be nice.”

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Tristan, it’s Susie. Where’s Elly?”

  “Mrs. Rodgers is enjoying dinner and time with her sexy, god-like husband at the moment. Can I take a message?”

  “Yeah, tell her to get her eyes checked if she thinks her husband is sexy and god-like and tell her husband to put her the fuck on the phone.”