by Kendall Duke
And said: “What about my turn?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said, but he just shook his head, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
He didn’t pull me off of him. He didn’t go to the edge of the bed. He sat up against the headboard and squared his shoulders, licking his lips, and silently pointed at my right breast, and then my left.
Ah. So that’s how he wanted to play it. I raised my eyebrow and squeezed them both, gently rubbing the tips of my fingernails over my nipples until I knew he could see how hard they were through my t-shirt.
And he stared at them, ravenous, then firmed his mouth and gazed up at me, as if to say, ‘so? Which one?’
“You’re infuriating,” I snarled, and he almost laughed, delighted, and put his hands behind his head. It made all of the muscles in his chest flex… Jesus. So sexy. I ripped my t-shirt over my head and sat back down on his hard cock, opening my legs a fraction more so that the head slipped against the ridge of my pubic bone. We both moaned. “See? You deserved that.”
He wordlessly lowered his gaze to my breasts, his hooded lids making my nipples even more erect as they basked in his direct attention. I finally pointed to the left one, my heart in my throat, and no sooner had I moved my finger his long body bent and took it in his fevered mouth, his tongue teasing it so much that it ached. His hand slid up from my hip, leaving a burning wake as his fingertips grazed my skin, and then he gently cupped my breast in order to suck more of it, fitting so much into his mouth that I screamed. I was bent backwards, riding him shamelessly through the cloth that separated our bodies, and then—
“You are so mean,” I hissed, staring at him, but he just grinned down at me and then, after the longest thirty seconds of my life, he very slowly pointed to his own full lips, and then down. Down to his own secret self, his eyes dancing as he looked at mine. My thighs were completely spread apart, my weight on my knees and resting on his rigid cock; he could see the top of my cleft, the damp spot growing in my panties, without having to move at all. I raised my eyebrow and pointed down.
The game was coming to an end. My whole body tingled with anticipation.
Leo very carefully pushed me back on the bed and arranged my legs so that he was between them. With agonizing slowness, he slid my panties over my thighs, leaving me completely naked in front of him. His gaze swayed back and forth between tender and ravenous as he took me in, and then, finally, he laid his long body down on the mattress and gently began caressing the inside of my thighs with his long fingers. I tried not to move; his face was so close to my pussy—closer than anyone else had ever been. Leo took one last long look at my face as he peered over my pubis, then gently kissed my belly and ducked down. I could only see his beautiful eyes, but they were closed in something akin to ecstasy as he drank me in, and then, the spark immediately erupting into flame, he touched the tip of his tongue to my clit. The entire world turned into fire.
I writhed on the bed under his command; he spoke no words, my beautiful, silent Leo, but his tongue taught me how to obey the endless call for submission that pleasure wrought from my body. I gasped as he sucked my lower lips, gently, making them fatten beneath his touch, and then he nestled between them and drank me like nectar before lifting his head a tiny notch and sucking my clit so hard I came screaming. He wrapped his long arms under my thighs, letting his fingers continue their endless tease over my torso; Leo seized my nipples on both breasts, forcing them into points as he once again drove me over the edge. I felt his chin pushing into my center as he worked my clit with his tongue, and my body clenched from the pressure alone. He was making me beg to be fucked, I realized; he wanted me ready. The thought of him inside of me made me come for him again.
Leo drew my pleasure out as long as I could tolerate it; I thrashed as I came for him, rocking my hips into his face with shameless greed for the ecstasy he gave me. I was tender and swollen and damp, my skin shining in the morning sunlight as he wrung the bliss from every inch of me. My hair was a twisted mess, my toes cramped, my voice hoarse, when he finally let me rest. Unmoving, Leo stayed right where he was and raised his head so he could lay it on my shaking stomach. He looked up at me, his eyes… Loving. I would describe his gaze was loving. “How do you feel?”
“I feel…” I searched and searched for the right word; I wasn’t a poet like him, so I settled on the truth. “Wonderful. I feel wonderful, Leo.”
He gave me that smile I saw in the bar—the one that signaled his kindness, his gentleness. It was the best preview I’d had, although I never could’ve guessed that the hot drummer with a good left hook would end up being the love of my life… Not that I—
No.
No, I was sure. I was meant to be with Leo. Even if it was crazy, and too soon, and we were young, and he was a goddamn rockstar. Even then. Leo and I belonged to one another.
I took a deep breath and pushed myself up on my elbows, and looked down at his long body stretched across my bed, gathered at my center. His eyes met mine and we stayed just like that for what felt like an eternity—but a good one, one that was full of joy and trust and moments like this, the ebb and flow between tides so rich that words failed me. Pleasure so acute I still rang with it, like a bell that trembles forever, and the next wave would cause me pain… And then something else, I suspected, something deeper, something more. Leo gazed up at me with those incredible lashes and I knew I needed to tell him. Right now.
“I’ve never had sex,” I said, and he went very still. “And I want my first time to be with you. Here. Now.”
Leo thought; I let him. This was one of the things I truly loved about him—he wasn’t in a rush. He felt things in a flood, and he waded through it. He didn’t ignore pain. He dealt with it, the right way, even if the process took years or ten seconds.
Finally, he rose up and kneeled between my legs for a second, and then, in a practiced motion he pulled his underwear down and off. His cock was just like the rest of him: long, muscly, even a little fierce. And also, unexpectedly beautiful. He looked down at my body and it bobbed just once as his muscles tightened in expectation. I understood, because my body was doing the same.
Leo lowered himself over me, gently pressing his torso onto mine as his strong arms supported him on either side. I opened my legs wider and as he shifted, pulling his long body further up after giving me a deep kiss, I felt the tip nudge my center. I was so damp, so ready, and it felt so damn good that I arched my back and let my legs fall open. Leo raised himself up on his forearms, gazing down at me, and gave me one more kiss before glancing down at the place where we met; I nodded, and he gently pushed inside.
Not too far—and thank God for that. I moaned as he moved inside of me, and it felt so painful to be opened that way and also… I felt a release, a coiling tension, as if something were being unlocked inside of me. As if a part of my heart were opening along with the slender tunnel that found itself overwhelmed by Leo’s sensitive shaft.
“Benji,” Leo said, and I forced my eyelids to separate so I could see him looking down at me again, his forehead wrinkling in concern. “Baby… I don’t want to—”
“Shh,” I whispered, and reached up to touch the planes of that beautiful face, “I… It doesn’t exactly feel good yet, but… I like it.” His gaze was tender. “Please don’t stop.”
“You’re sure?”
“Please,” I told him, and he bit his lip in that way that made desire thrill through me—and this time, as the tremor ran through me, my pussy tightened on his cock and his eyes widened in surprise as he hissed out a sharp sigh. “Yeah,” I whispered, smiling up at him, and he took a careful, deep breath, and pushed further inside.
It hurt. It was amazing. It was everything.
I felt my body tremble as he pushed most of the way inside; Leo was really long, just like his body, and I didn’t think I could handle him yet so I was grateful he paid such close attention… Partly because I was beginning to tremble, the threads of excitement overwhelming t
he knots of pain as my body adjusted and I began to feel good… And then better… And then, as Leo leaned down, arching into me as he kissed my neck and nibbled my earlobe, as I moaned out loud when he pumped into me—I felt it. I felt the embers light, felt them catch fire and throw their sparkling shadows all along my skin, felt my nerves light up and every inch begin to react. My pussy was so wet and plump it could handle his harder thrusts, and I was already beginning to crave them— “Baby,” I whispered, “can I have more?”
Leo reared up, putting his weight on his knees and drawing me with him. His face was cautious. “More?”
“More please,” I whispered, biting my lip. Leo looked magnificent from this angle; I could see his face, because his hair couldn’t block my view, and his broad chest and tattoos glistened under the lightest veneer of sweat. “Please,” I begged, and he reached down with both hands and teased my nipples. “Please, baby,” I said, squirming, and with the sweetest smile, he plunged in.
Leo went fast and shallow, in and out, his fingers holding my nipples tightly so that my breasts shook up and down while he stared hungrily down at me. My clit pulsed, stimulated by the rhythmic thrusts, and when he dropped his hands from my breasts and gripped my hips, angling his body so that his cock slammed against my swollen bud, I screamed with pleasure. Just one rapturous thrust, and I was over the edge. Leo held me there, his bottom lip clamped between his teeth, and thrust in and out of me at a steady pace, pulsing ecstasy through me as easily as he held the beat with a drum. His sinewy forearms popped as he started to slip towards his own orgasm, and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he slowed down again. I panted underneath him, my whole body roiling with sensation as he found a new rhythm, reaching up to caress my face, his eyes searching mine. When he saw me deep in the throes of pleasure, he carefully lifted my thigh and slid to my side, angling his body so that he was spooning me. Leo was so much taller than me that he was able to put his weight on his arm and lean over to kiss me while he began fucking me, harder this time, my leg flexing in his grasp as my body climaxed again and hung there, the nerves burning like wildfire as he stoked the flame. His tongue teased my lips, his long arm pinning my leg behind the knee so that I was completely open and clutching my breast at the same time; I arched into his thrusts, my mouth opening as sounds escaped from my wracked body, and he showered me with kisses, fucking me harder still. I came screaming his name one final time as I felt him stiffen deep inside of me, his tongue in my mouth, his hand on my breast, owning me everywhere. As he slowed down I realized there were tears in my eyes, and when his body finally exited mine he pulled me against him so tightly that I gasped.
“Its alright,” I said softly, pushing his hair back again. “I mean, this isn’t alright—we’re cutting this today. But everything else… Everything else is alright.” My body had never been more alive. Each part of me tingled. Leo leaned down and kissed me again, more comfortable with that language than speaking. “Leo… Thank you.”
He propped his head up on his arm, then seemed to need another kiss before he could bear the distance again; watching him made me smile. “Thank you for what?”
“For that. That was perfect.” I slid onto my side and gazed up at him; he drew me even closer and ran his fingers through my hair.
“For me too,” he whispered. “I didn’t… Its never felt like that for me.”
“Really, Mr. Rockstar?” I couldn’t help blushing a bit, but he didn’t even crack a smile.
“I’ve never been in l-love before,” he whispered. We stared at each other for a long moment before I raised my hands to stroke either side of his beautiful face.
“Me either,” I said. And we stayed just like that, our eyes locked, our hearts beating time together, until I just had to run my hands over those shoulders, so strong, that sexy olive skin, and Leo leaned down and pressed his lips to my forehead, and then my cheek, and then my—
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“What the hell is that?” I felt my eyes widen instantly in shock, but Leo wasn’t much of a talker. He was already out of bed and yanking his jeans over his hips. I wrapped the sheet around myself and stumbled after him as he made his way downstairs three steps at a time. I was halfway down when he threw open the door.
“Nice work!” Lo and behold, the Disappointments were standing there in the hot light of the noonday sun, bold as brass. Disappointment #3 spotted me instantly and was leering at Leo patronizingly, as if he’d gotten an A on a term paper.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I stomped the rest of the way down and roped the sheet over my shoulder, so that almost none of my skin was showing. “How did you find my house?”
“Money-money-money—Money!” He sang the old riff in answer, and all I could think was ‘how in the hell did I mistake his voice for the one on the album?’” I scoffed while he oozed a fake smile at me over Leo’s protective shoulder. “I paid the owner of Dirge. They were pretty pissed you quit so they didn’t protest much when I pointed out that you also managed to brainwash and kidnap my drummer.”
“No,” Leo suddenly said, his voice firm. Disappointment #1 laughed and stared at him, cocking his head.
“You got the girl,” Tony said, a note of genuine confusion in his voice. “You won one, Leo. Come on.”
“No,” growled Leo.
“Don’t you mean, n-n-n-no?” He stared at Leo’s impassive face. “Let’s go. We have a show tomorrow. I know you signed a bunch of shit or whatever, but let’s be real, Leo.”
“Leo, get in the van,” chimed in Disappointment #2, “and be grateful we’re the forgiving type. We already did a press release about the fight.”
“Nice work, taking on three drunk guys,” Disappointment #3 said, his eyes narrowing. Tony lifted his lip in a smirk. “Won’t be as easy now though.”
“No,” Leo said again, and a ripple of disease went through them.
“Come on, L-L-L-Leo,” Disappointment #1 said, and this time I couldn’t stand it. I darted forward and shoved him backwards. Leo pulled me back again, but the Disappointment hissed and threw a punch at me—which Leo caught. Like a baseball. “Dude, don’t be an idiot,” the guy said, staring at him. “There are three of us.”
“M-makes it even,” Leo snarled, and in one fluid motion he pushed me back and closed the door as he stepped through it.
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Epilogue
Leo
“What if we added another riff right there, just a l-little one?” I watched her face as she mulled it over while I played a couple notes on the keyboard. “It would deepen the harmony.”
“Do we want to do that, though?” She made the most ridiculously adorable face while she thought, screwing her mouth into a pucker that instantly made me hard. I adjusted myself while she slowly began to nod. “I guess it wouldn’t take away from the… The simplicity of the song.”
“If you’re worried about it detracting from the l-l-lyrics, it won’t,” I promised. “Why don’t we try it and see what you think?”
“Because I’m starving, and it’s past dinner-time, and you’re a slave driver,” she said, leaning against me in a comically dramatic display of exhaustion, a hand swept against her pale forehead. “You’re so mean,” she said, sighing like a damsel in distress and then leaning away; I caught her and gently pulled her back. She grinned up at me as our bodies met in an embrace. “But hot,” she allowed, nodding again. “Like, really fucking hot.”
“Kiss me,” I murmured, and she did, and I pulled her into my lap and was about to really get to work when she leaned away yet again and raised her eyebrow at me.
“You sure it’s going to be done in time?”
“Of course,” I said. “We’ve got a week, anyway.”
“We’ve got six days,” she corrected me, and I shrugged. “You never worry about anything,” she said, but there was something off about her teasing tone, and I looked at her a little more closely before she slid off of my lap and started sauntering towards the kitchen.
“Come on. I really am starving.” She did seem tired, actually. I stood up, my heart suddenly in my throat.
She wasn’t having second thoughts, was she?
I froze in my tracks, panic rippling through my body in a wave.
Here’s the truth: I don’t think I was ever happy before Benji. I know that’s not the healthiest epiphany in the world, and I try really hard to make sure that just because I feel that way doesn’t mean I stifle her spirit. Benji has a big family that adores her—which is exactly the way it should be—and friends spread out all over the state. She isn’t an easy person to get to know, deep down, but once somebody gets a taste of her bravery, her generosity… I mean, Benji is one in a million, and the whole world is falling in love with her—again, exactly as it should be.
It doesn’t hurt that she’s drop dead gorgeous. In short interviews she does really well because she has a quick wit, good manners and a beautiful smile; in long-form, her incredible sense of humor and heart has won over just about everybody that might give a damn about an up-and-coming musician. Pitchfork, Interview--even Vogue wanted to do a profile on her after her album drops. She’s going to be bigger than we ever were. That was probably what did it, actually; when Ellen asked her if she was responsible for breaking up Groovebone, Benji told her that her next single was going to be dedicated to Yoko Ono. The laughs on that one… I didn’t say much when I joined them on-stage; I still don’t like to talk. But seeing us together kind of vindicated the things TMZ dug up about the bar fight, the authorship behind the songs, and if anything, it ended up being her best publicity—and Groovebone’s worst.
Not that Benji gives a shit.
She bought the house. We let everyone live there until they found new places to stay, and with musicians, that ended up being six months. Six months of trying not to be loud when I slipped inside of her at night, trying not to rip her clothes off in the hallway, trying not to fuck her right there on the goddamn kitchen table where anyone could see. It was tough, but we got through it.