by KL Shandwick
“You know I can’t wait until you’re ready for me. I’m going to ride you for hours.”
I chuckled, “Yeah? And then what?”
“Then, I’m going to lick you until you are so fucking sensitive, your body will be to the point of orgasm, but I won’t take you over the edge. It’s called edging. I can’t wait to watch you in that state.”
“Sounds like torture,” I smirked.
“Well, for you maybe. For me - I’ll be so fucking wired - knowing I can capture your whole body like that. Watching you buzz in anticipation until I want you to come. It will be awesome to watch you in that state, and when you do come, you’ll feel like your brain is at the point of melting.”
“So you want to control me?”
“Fuck no, Valerie. I want to own you. Mark you. Brand you, ruin you for anyone else. Just thinking about all the things I want to do to you, with you too, to give you pleasure, sets me on fire. There’s a riot going on in my mind because of the chemistry I feel. Your innocence is like having a blank canvas to work with. I’m not trying to control you, Valerie, I’m trying hard to control myself.”
Flynn swallowed hard, and as his gaze grew in intensity, I had no doubt he meant every word.
“What happens when you’ve done all of that? What happens once you’ve ruined me? What am I to expect after that happens?”
“You’ll never be able to accept anything less than us, babe. That’s what I want to achieve.”
“Sounds good but what happens if things go bad between us, Flynn?”
“That’s never going to happen.”
Joy bubbled up from my belly and surfaced around my heart. I knew I was already in love with Flynn. I was thrilled at his words, but I was young, and I worried his band and his lifestyle might make that a reality.
There was no time to dwell on that because my body came alive in his hands again. I was carried along in a wave of ecstasy as his mouth and hands pleasured every inch of my body. Soft feathery kisses and more possessive, hungry ones gave me an array of feelings I could never have imagined possible until that night.
One hand pinned my wrists to the mattress while the fingers of another sifted through my long hair before he twisted it into his fist. Applying just enough tension he spiked excitement in me that left me breathless. I was on the verge of begging for more. Flynn was a good teacher, and I was already becoming a willing student.
Chapter 30 ~ Burn
A moment of quiet passed between us as I stared up at Flynn’s handsome face. A lump formed in my throat when I thought about how much progress we’d made since the first time I’d set eyes on him. What we shared had an intensity magnified by our lack of words.
Lying naked together stripped everything away, and not just our clothing. The man with the beautiful face had a beautiful heart as well, and he cared about me. To think that someone like him dropped everything and came running for me when I asked, made me feel giddy. I was in Flynn’s bed, not because he was a rock star and it was his right of passage, but because he wanted me to be with him.
Flynn gave me a slow smile and licked his lips before kissing me softly again. His mouth trailed from my mouth down my neck then over my breasts as my body quivered and hummed against his palms and lips. When he reached my pussy, he stretched my legs one at a time, kissing from my insteps to my calves then behind my knees, before bending them and pushing them widely apart. My body virtually vibrated in anticipation.
Within seconds, his mouth worked with a hunger and passion that caught my breath. My chest rose and fell in ever increasing shallow breaths until his tongue flicked, sucked, poked and pleasured my pussy. My body felt wound tight as I peaked, and I felt my pending release. Lifting my butt off the bed I tried to get more contact. Flynn seemed to be short of delivering the right amount of pressure to push me over the edge. He stopped what he was doing and lifted his head. I grunted my disapproval, and he chuckled. His lack of pressure had been deliberate.
“Now you know how it feels. Not nice being teased to the point of explosion without the detonation, is it?”
“Please, Flynn,” I heard myself plead.
Instead of laughing again I watched the smile fall from his face, and a dark, carnal expression took over. He turned and stretched over to his bedside cabinet. “Ahh, I think I’ll be nice since you begged so sweetly.”
Initially, I looked puzzled then realized I had begged him to let me come. Flynn took a condom out of the bedside drawer and expertly pulled it up over the wide head of his cock. Two fingers of his left hand skimmed the length of my pussy and began to play around my entrance. His thumb found my clit and he started to massage that while he teased and stretched me with his fingers. He kissed me, and I could taste myself on his lips. I moaned softly into his mouth.
Breaking the kiss Flynn pulled himself onto his knees in front of me and taking my legs pulled me up over his thighs. He stroked my pussy with his cock, and I became more aroused by his touch. I wriggled closer.
“Fuck, I have to have you, babe. I can’t wait any longer.” I muttered something about being gentle with me in return, and he chuckled. “Damn, Valerie, I’m trying. I’d have fucked you twice since we had gotten home if I wasn’t fighting the urge to go slow all the time,” he husked playfully. His tone was weighted heavily with desire. Suddenly he was all over me, placing his forehead on mine. His body steeled and I knew he was about to enter me.
“Watch me, Valerie. Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you when I take you. I want you to see how you affect me when our bodies become one.” My heart squeezed because I felt no man would say that to a woman unless he was truly giving himself to her, emotionally and physically, not just having sex with her.
Eyeing each other with an intensity that gave significance to what we were to each other, he began to push forward and tried to ease himself inside. The same burning sensation I’d had the day before flooded my body. Every inch of his cock he added stretched my inner walls beyond what I’d thought was their limit. After a few steady thrusts, he sunk deep to his root and a cry tore from my throat at the initial discomfort I felt.
Flynn stilled his hips and stroked my hair, soothing me as his arms cocooned my head. Placing his forehead on mine, I felt his ragged breathing as he fought for control. His eyes softened when his face filled with concern, “I’m so sorry baby. Once we get past this it’ll feel so good you’ll forget everything except the sensation of what I’m doing to you,” he’d whispered encouragingly.
Gently his hips began a slow rocking motion. It was only a tiny movement inside my tight space but with each stroke, I felt the pain lessen. “God, I love you so fucking much, Valerie,” he whispered softly, as he peppered small kisses over my face.
When I winced a few times, he stopped. When he kissed my pain away and his care and patience made everything better. I began to absorb what he was doing and after a short time, I relaxed and it began to feel great. My hips began to move involuntarily to match Flynn’s and minutes after that, he was moving freely within me, the uncomfortable feeling from before was forgotten.
Pain gave way to pleasure and my mind gradually drifted away and stopped thinking, and I began to…feel. Flynn was reading my body, responding to the sounds I made and I lost myself to the sensation of Flynn making love to me.
A few more minutes and I knew I was going to come. My legs began to shake as his pace accelerated and I could barely concentrate on the sensations running through my body. My sounds became soft moans of pleasure, and instantly my core tightened as my inner walls clamped down tightly around him. “Holy fuck, Valerie.”
Bright white lights burst into vivid colors behind my eyelids as a feeling of euphoria washed over me and began to sweep me away. Flynn’s breathing became hurried as he whispered, “Fuck, open your eyes, Valerie. Let me see you.”
Forcing my eyes open and I found his intense gaze focused on mine. A smile spread across his stunning face, “So, beautiful,” he murmured as he continued to gently
rock me through the aftershocks of my orgasm. Before long he started to build my desire and began to fuck me again. At first, it was steady then it became coarser, more carnal and urgent. Flynn was soon thrusting longer and deeper as raw passion and tension consumed his frame.
“This feels so fucking good. You’re gripping me perfectly, babe.” The effect of Flynn’s punishing pace felt like heaven as he gave into satisfying his needs. A few strokes later, and without warning I started to come. At the same time, he tensed and went rigid as his own release erupted inside the condom. His cock pulsed as I milked the last of his come. Flynn growled and buried his face in my neck. His breathing was ragged as his body shook on top of me.
Seconds later, he lifted his head and I noted his forehead was beaded with sweat. He rolled over like dead weight onto the other side of the mattress and grabbed my waist tightly pulling my body into his.
“Holy fuck, Val. You’re going to kill me, I normally last a lot longer than this, but your body gets me riled up in minutes.” He moved away and removed the condom wrapping it in tissue from the bedside table. I rolled over to face him. I still ached but it was nowhere near like the day before. I draped my leg over his hip, and he cradled my foot in his hand, “I love you, Flynn,” I stated. When he looked down at me, his bright, peaceful eyes creased at the corners as his smile reached them.
“We’ve waited a long time to say that to each other, yeah?” his words were like a match being struck across my chest. A wave of emotion ran through me again, and tears sprang to my eyes. One fell, and he quickly caught it on his lips. “Don’t cry, babe, we’re gonna be fine. Whatever happens remember, I love you. You do that, no one can touch us. No matter what shit they say. You want to hear the truth about any situation I swear I’ll be honest with you. Even if it isn’t what you want to hear. I promise you.”
Flynn hugged me to his chest. His smell, touch and the feel of him made me feel indescribably at peace. The sound of his strong beating heart consumed me, and even though there should have been many hesitations for me to accept what he said to me, I believed in him.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but like Flynn had warned me, I woke to the sound of the house alarm. Flynn mumbled something and rolled over, his arm scooping my body into his. Instantly, his long, erect cock was hard against the crease of my butt and lower back.
“That’s a great cock rest you’ve got there,” I commented. He chuckled as his length sat cradled between my cheeks. I giggled, and he pressed himself closer. My entire body felt like it lit up and I wiggled back.
“Fuck! Valerie, I can’t get enough of you,” he exclaimed before his desire took over and he pulled me over him and made love to me again.
An hour later, he was kissing my face. I’d passed out after the vigorous workout he’d given me. I’d come three times that morning, and I felt wrecked. I could have stayed in bed all day after that, but Flynn was keen to take me with him to watch the band rehearse. Once I started moving I was excited about that, and twenty-five minutes after rolling out of bed, we were showered and dressed. Lee was waiting in the kitchen. As soon as Niamh saw us she whipped up scrambled eggs and toast within minutes.
A car arrived and took us to his rehearsal, and at 10:04 we walked into the studio at Bernie’s place.
“You’re late,” Bernie barked.
“I’m here,” Flynn countered. Both were Alphas in their environment even if Flynn didn’t really demonstrate that. He was measured and calculating but not in a bad way.
The rest of the band members were still tuning their instruments, and I’d seen no reason for Bernie’s curt greeting. Flynn wandered over and picked up a black and silver guitar and began to tune it. In less than a minute, he’d stopped and wandered over to a small fridge that contained water and sodas, and Tommy joined him.
“No wonder you’re late, I wouldn’t have turned up if I’d had that to play with,” he said, cocking his head in my direction and leering again.
Flynn’s expression turned angry, “That’s my girl you’re talking about. Show her some fucking respect, dude.” Flynn slammed the fridge door closed and walked back to the mic. “Apologize or we’re not fucking staying.” He swigged some water from the bottle and laid it down beside the metal stand.
Tommy raised an eyebrow and shrugged, “Sorry, Valerie,” he said in a singsong voice.
“Thinking in Black and White,” Flynn stated without acknowledging the rest of the guys.
Craig’s foot tapped on a metal peddle on the floor and struck the first chord. Flynn joined in playing the intro to the song. A loud, complex guitar riff filled the room and resonated in my chest. My heartbeat soared with excitement when I heard the full effect of their music live in a relatively small space for the first time. It was ten times better than seeing them perform on TV.
Flynn began to sing and time stood still for a moment. I feasted my attention on the face of the man I loved and enjoyed this side of his talent. I’d never seen him play live before. I felt behind me for the chair, unable to take my eyes off of him. He was mesmerizing from the first line of the song, and I was totally captivated. I had a good idea what his professors meant once I’d heard him. He was an incredible musician and singer, and they were right he was a rock star. His voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand up while his music touched me something deep inside.
I’d never been to a live gig before, and I’d only realized while he was playing how far he’d come. He’d progressed from someone who was afraid to share his talent with a few friends, to someone who’d stood up in front of thousands and entertained them for hours. That change had happened for him in the space of a few months. Two years later, he was a worldwide phenomenon, and yet, my crush had somehow managed to stay grounded, despite what the media reported.
After a while, the photographer in me began to look at them from an image perspective. They were all very handsome men. Even so, Flynn’s fabulous appearance made the rest of them look kind of ordinary. The way he dressed, moved and sounded was completely enthralling. I wished I’d had one of my cameras with me to capture the scene in front of me. A few minutes later that thought was forgotten as my mind became consumed by their music. I didn’t see anyone else except for Flynn.
Watching his movements, I eventually focused on his eyes and saw he was staring straight at me. Every word he was singing seemed directed at me. Listening to the words of the song I’d heard hundreds of times before on the radio, it seemed completely different with him right there ten feet away. The rock composition sounded kind of chaotic. It was about a guy who couldn’t have what he wanted, and he felt he was making do with less in life. It wasn’t until the last line before the bridge that it dawned on me that the song he was singing may have been about us.
I’ve been thinking in black and white
Since I had to walk away
Color faded from my soul that night
Everything from then has been gray
And babe it’s been shredding at my heart
Every day that we’ve been apart,
So young, too pure ’n I’ve settled for dreaming in color.
If you saw me, would you know me? Would you even wanna?
If you could would you trust me, would you touch me? Would you even wanna?
And if you smiled and I smiled back at the start,
Would you let me take your heart and make it mine?
My heart raced. I’d heard that song hundreds of times but never once connected the words in the way I had at that moment. Not only had Flynn been thinking about me all this time, he’d been writing about his feelings and sharing them with the world. My heart flipped over when I stared back at him. He smiled shyly when he saw tears roll down my face, and I smiled adoringly back when I made the connection. Overwhelmed with emotion, my throat burned as I swallowed harshly and suddenly understood how hard it had been for him to walk away that day.
Two hours later, I’d witnessed many heated arguments and minor disagreements a
bout set order, arrangements and anything Tyler could find to challenge with really. His presence in the group was the most fractious, and I’d found myself becoming annoyed at his constant snide remarks, especially toward Flynn. I’d been impressed with Flynn’s quick and clever responses to Tyler because all he achieved with each dumb remark was to make himself look stupid, childish or envious of Flynn’s position in the group.
At one point I’d tried to sympathize with him, thinking it must be difficult to be as talented as he was, and not be the center of attention. However, after the fourth ridiculous comment, I’d been completely turned off from offering any kind thoughts toward the man.
By the time they’d finished their rehearsal, I was a total fan of the band and their music, but not of the people in the band. Tommy was smart mouthed and crude, Tyler behaved like a jealous spoiled boy and Bernie just seemed to tolerate Flynn. Craig was pretty quiet and seemed easy going. Apart from Flynn, he was the only one I’d felt comfortable with.
Placing his guitar on the stand, Flynn strode toward me grinning. “All set, babe? Let me get you out of here. The air’s stale,” he commented. Tyler and Bernie were standing over at the opposite side of the room. Tyler called out, “Don’t be late Wednesday. Set your alarm earlier if you have to tap that before you get here.”
Flynn’s expression turned stormy in a flash. His brow furrowed as his shoulders rose as he strode aggressively across the room. “You want to keep that smart mouth from being busted I suggest you apologize to my girl.”
It was the second time Flynn had challenged them about me, and I could defend myself. I made a note to talk to him.
Bernie snickered, “You should remember what I told you in the beginning, Flynn. Women don’t come between band members no matter how good the pussy is.”