Davis

by INGRID HARRISON

  She grabbed my head, kissing me with so much passion, I increased the pressure on her clit, and I felt her body start convulsing around my finger, her moans against my mouth making me so hot so fast, I wanted to groan out loud.

  I wanted to be inside her again. I needed to feel her convulsions on my cock, I thought, my desire for her heating my blood.

  When her orgasm subsided, I asked her urgently, “Are you sore? Did it hurt at all?”

  “Oh no,” she said huskily.

  “I want to make you come again,” I said against her mouth.

  “Yes, I want you inside me again,” she begged.

  I groaned, hearing those words from her lips was such a turn on.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” I moaned, my hand stroking her stomach. “Let me please you another way,” I said as I started scooting down her body, but her hands were firm on my shoulders.

  “Please Davis. I need you inside me,” she whispered hoarsely.

  I was lost, my head cloudy with desire, the need to be inside her a physical ache.

  I scrambled for another condom, tearing open the package and rolling in on my cock. Before I would put it inside of her, I knew I needed to taste her, wanting to insure she found pleasure during this second coupling.

  When I pressed my face on her stomach, she moaned, her hands in my hair. I slipped lower, opening her folds, so that my tongue could stroke her clit.

  She started moaning almost immediately, arching into my mouth. Her response only heightened desire, and I wanted to be inside of her so bad.

  When my tongue would have brought on her orgasm, she pulled up on me. “Please Davis, now,” she said hoarsely.

  I couldn’t deny her, because it was what I needed to.

  I laced my arms underneath her legs, forcing her legs back. I stroked my cock over her opening, teasing her, but not pressing into her, but her hands were insistent, trying to pull me down.

  I couldn’t wait, and I pressed into her. She still was so tight, but I was able to fill her with one sure stroke. I stopped, gasping. “Are you OK?” I gritted between my teeth, holding myself inside of her.

  “Yes. Please don’t stop,” she mumbled, her breathing coming out harshly.

  I pulled out of her slowly, ripples of pleasure going through me. I stroked up into her, tempering my strokes so as not to hurt her.

  “Deeper,” she moaned, her hips arching up.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” I groaned, trying to keep the pace steady and slower in tempo.

  “Please Davis, I need you deeper,” she begged.

  With a shudder, I felt my control splintering. Drawing out of her, I arched up inside of her harder. “Oh yes, yes, yes,” she gasped frantically, her hips undulating under me.

  I groaned at the pleasure, pulling out and thrusting deeper and harder, her responses causing my excitement to mount.

  The sounds she was making, a cross between a gasp and a groan, had me quickening the pace, needing her so much.

  I thrust inside her deeper, and she started keening, and I could feel her inner convulsions down the length of my cock. I grunted as I started pounding into hard and fast. I couldn’t stop, her orgasm triggering mine and I was grunting at the force of my thrusts until I felt the spurt of my release, holding myself in deep, while shudders rolled through me, the pleasure extreme.

  CHAPTER 12 -STEPH

  I must have fallen asleep, as when I awoke later, it was quiet and dark in the room. I reached out, but Davis wasn’t there. Sitting up, I wanted to find him.

  Struggling in the dark to find my suitcase, I soon realized I was actually in Davis’s suitcase and when my hand touched soft cotton. I put the t-shirt on over my head.

  I just wanted to cover my nudity, not comfortable enough to find him unless I had something on.

  His t-shirt was longer than the shirt I wore to bed at home, this one hitting me at my knees. I walked toward the ribbon of light I could see under the door, and stepped out to muted light from a single lamp, on by the couch.

  Davis was there, stretched out with a pad of paper in his hand. He didn’t appear to be writing anything, just staring out the large window to the city beyond.

  “Davis?” I said softly, and his head jerked towards me, a smile appearing suddenly.

  “I was going to let you sleep for as long as you could,” he said.

  I slowly walked in the room. “I can catch up on sleep when I get back home.”

  I sat down on the couch next to him, and he dropped the pad on the table in front of him, putting an arm around my neck and pulling me against his warm body. His lips were on the top of my head, and then I felt the brush of his nose in my hair.

  “You have a hair fetish, don’t you?” I asked him with a chuckle.

  “It’s the smell. I can’t get enough of it,” he said with a smile. He nuzzled my neck then, his lip hot against my skin. “I can’t get enough of you Steph,” he murmured huskily.

  I could only hold him tighter, his words causing happiness to spread through me.

  “I feel the same about you,” I admitted, turning towards him, and pressing my lips on his neck, biting him and then sucking his skin into my hot mouth.

  I could feel the rumble of pleasure reverberate in his chest. I rolled on top of him, holding myself up with my arms looking at him. I couldn’t stop looking at him, he was so beautiful. With his face relaxed, he looked happy.

  “How were you still a virgin?” he asked me huskily, his hand stroking down my arm. I relaxed on top of him, laying there with my head on his chest.

  “There was never anyone I wanted to give it to,” I said softly. I wasn’t ready to admit I was in love with him. I know right now, he enjoyed my company, but I knew his past relationships had burned out quickly, and I had to prepare myself for that to happen with me too.

  I felt a need to protect my heart. When he tired of me, if he knew how I felt about him, he would probably prolong our time together, out of pity. I wouldn’t be able to stand that. I wanted him as he was now, free and loving, not forced.

  “God Steph, it was the most precious gift I have ever received,” he said huskily, his hands running over my back.

  I ached to tell him how I felt, but I wouldn’t do that to him. I knew I had only a couple of days with him. I had to prepare myself for this thing between us to fizzle out. Rarely did long distance romances work anyways, and his career had him flying to different places all the time.

  If his song kept moving up the charts, I know he would eventually be headlining at concerts, and all that entailed.

  “Why are you so quiet?” he asked softly.

  I looked up and smiled at him. “I was thinking I am starving, and you need to feed me,” I teased him, as I started biting his neck. “I might have to resort to eating you.”

  “Oh baby, then no food for you!” he said smiling, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me to him.

  We ended up ordering room service, as neither of us wanted to go out. It gave us both the opportunity to catch up. We hadn’t seen each other in months, and so as I listened to him tell me about this award show, or that interview and he had me laughing at his stories.

  And he surprised me with all his questions regarding my life; when was I starting college again, why hadn’t I signed up for classes yet, what were my plans after graduation next year? Usually, he tended to want to only talk about himself, and occasionally about me. Now, he was insistent on knowing all he could about me.

  “So why haven’t you signed up for classes yet?” he asked insistently.

  “Well since I am a new student, I can only enroll in August, which is still over a week away,” I said.

  “Why don’t you move to Nashville?” he asked quietly. “So we can be together more often.”

  He surprised me. I was preparing myself to deal with missing him after these few days together were over, and instead, he was asking me to live near him?

  “Well, I hadn’t thought of that,” I said, cer
tain the surprise in my voice was apparent. I had never considered moving closer to him, only further away.

  I was watching his face, and he seemed serious. “Honestly Davis,” I said haltingly, “I have known you several years. In that time, have you ever had a relationship last more than a few weeks?”

  He grimaced, saying, “Maybe I was like you. Never finding anyone I wanted to spend any time with.”

  “Right,” I said forcing a smile on my face. “It would be difficult for me to move in the same town as you, given your history.”

  “Forget my damned history,” he said emphatically. “Is it so impossible to believe that maybe I have changed?”

  He looked so sincere and imploring, I did want to believe him, but it was hard. I leaned into him, running my fingers softly down his face. “I want to believe, but maybe I need more time.”

  I couldn’t consider moving nearer to him. I wished I could take all his words at face value, but a part of me worried he was polished in the lines he told women.

  To be fair, if I had trust, I would believe. But trust between two people took time, and sadly, my trust in him was missing.

  Well, on some things I trusted him. I believed he was someone I could call if I needed aid. He was very protective of his family, and I was included because of the marriage between my mom and his dad

  But when it came to my heart, I wasn’t so sure. I don’t think he would purposefully hurt me, and he hadn’t mentioned anything to me about love. Yes, I knew he wanted me, but I had always believed he was a sensual man, and required physical intimacy. Clearly, he had wanted many women, so wanting me just wasn’t enough.

  But would I believe him if he said he loved me, I questioned myself? Without complete trust, I doubt I would believe that he truly loved me either.

  How does one earn trust? Time certainly helped. If someone consistently showed you the same results, you began to trust in them. Of course, it could have the opposite effect too. Hadn’t I seen how fleeting his affections were with the woman he dated? Because he repeatedly showed me this, I trusted that his affection for me would be fleeting too.

  Not the sort of trust I was looking for, I thought morosely.

  “God Steph, I’ll give you all the time that you need,” he said huskily. “But I am not ready for this to end when you have to go back to Savannah.”

  I smiled faintly. I would expect him to say that now. It was still so new, and we hadn’t spent that much time together. After a few more days together, I was afraid he would have his fill of me. My greatest fear is I would get home and not hear from him again for months.

  Shaking my head, I forced those thoughts aside. I just wanted to enjoy the time we had together now, and stop concentrating on all the What Ifs I could think of once we had parted.

  Deciding to change the subject, I asked, “So what are the plans for tomorrow?”

  We were both sitting on the couch, music softly playing in the background, and the view of downtown Greensboro glittered brightly out the large window. After our meal, we had been critiquing the songs on the radio. I enjoyed Davis’s view points on why he thought a song was good or not so good.

  I tended to gravitate towards the songs that had a bit of romance and were centered on love. Davis liked the party songs, just good old boys driving their trucks and wanting a pretty girl by their side, searching for a good time.

  For Davis the words of his new songs were always the problem, but he could immediately have a melody in his head, a sound he heard. It was awe inspiring how he could put a melody to the words. The words were easy for me, but I had no abilities when it came to music.

  I know what I liked, but I couldn’t create a new sound, a new beat.

  “Tomorrow, I am meeting with the band for a couple of hours. I record my next album soon, and I still am working on a few more songs. And then tomorrow night, there is a benefit dinner I have to attend.”

  He looked at me. “But I promise, after dinner, it will just be you and I,” he said softly as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to my temple, his arms pulling me closer against him.

  I knew that being an artist, he spent a lot of hours not only creating and performing his art but also to marketing himself through interviews, dinners, award shows, benefits, local radio station events, his fan club responsibilities and so many other areas.

  For years and years, he had to work another job because his music didn’t pay the bills. He may be able to focus on his music full time now, and his pay had gone up substantially, but he had invested the hours to get where he was today. He still did. His was no 9 to 5 job. He worked more than 40 hours a week, and it was spread out through all hours of the day and night, in some cases.

  “I am fine doing whatever you need to do. I may need to know what else is planned, because I need to make sure I packed the right clothes,” I said with a frown.

  I didn’t bring too many dresses, and considered the possibility of going shopping at some point to increase my wardrobe, if need be, while I was here.

  “What type of a dinner is tomorrow night? Formal? And will I be going with you?” I asked.

  “Yeah. Shit, Steph I am sorry. I guess I could have given you a little heads up on what to pack?” He looked so upset.

  “It’s OK,” I said softly.

  “No it’s not.” He looked at me fiercely. “I feel like I keep blowing it with you.” He hugged me to him.

  “Stop,” I told him firmly, wrapping my arms around him.

  He was quiet for a long time. My head was against his chest, and when he spoke again, the rumbles of his chest tickled my ear.

  “I looked back, at our relationship before that first kiss,” he started, but then stopped again. I waited for him to continue curious as to what he was going to say.

  “I didn’t even notice you. You were right there in front of me, and it was like you were a lamp or something and I didn’t see you. And it really bothers me,” he said, his tone so serious.

  “I would remember our talks, and what I remembered was me going on and on and on, and you just let me,” he stopped looking down at me. I had lifted my head up off his chest when he had started talking, watching his expressions.

  Now, as he looked down at me, my breath stopped for a moment, his expression full of such intensity.

  “The night I first kissed you, I noticed you as soon as I stepped on stage, and I was riveted by you. The way you moved to the music, your long beautiful hair, the whitest, softest looking skin I had ever seen, and I remember I couldn’t wait to see you after the concert.” He snorted in derision.

  “I finally noticed you, and you know what I did?” He winced. “Nothing, I didn’t do anything, because once again, it was all about me. I was too busy talking up this blonde chick to bother getting up to say hello, or any number of things a person does when they finally see someone they care about but haven’t seen in a while.”

  “And you know me. You know I am conceited and self-centered, although I try to remember others, I forget sometimes,” he said sadly.

  “So before I called you a few days ago, I spent weeks and weeks envisioning how it would be between us and what I would do differently with you when we met again,” he sighed.

  “Davis,” I started feeling my chest aching for him, but he put his hand up.

  “I want to finish,” he said softly, and my heart ached for the pain he seemed to be in.

  “Can you imagine how it felt when you caught me masturbating in your home? How sick is that? I couldn’t even control myself with you, and I was afraid I would touch you, so I thought I had to take the edge off before you came back to the room.”

  “And then I discover you’re a virgin, and what do I do? Lose total control of myself, thinking only of myself, and not treating you with the utmost care that you deserve.” He stopped looking at me so fiercely. “You deserve that and more!”

  He dropped his head. “I forced you to come here. I didn’t give you any options. I had to see you so you had to ben
d to my will. Either I was coming there or you were coming here. How selfish is that? And then to not even give you any clue as to what I had on my schedule, not give you common courtesy of what you should expect so that you could pack appropriately.”

  “Davis, don’t.” I said urgently, scrambling up against him, lifting his head. “There are two of us here, you know. No one deserves all the blame.”

  “I just keep fucking things up, and it scares me,” he bit out harshly.

  “So you’re mad because you are human, and you have failings? We all have them Davis,” I said.

  I continued, “I get why you are upset, but you know what. Maybe I like that you’re not perfect, because I’m not perfect either.”

  “When I saw you in my room that first night touching yourself, I didn’t take offense to it. I liked it! I thought it was the most exciting thing I have ever seen in my life. And why are you to blame about me not telling you I was a virgin? Don’t you think your loss of control was a total turn on to me? Did you ever think that maybe it was my fault and not yours, because I wasn’t honest with you? And I could have asked you what we were doing when I packed, but instead, I wasn’t worried. If I don’t have the right clothes, I can go shopping and get some new clothes. Problem solved.” I stopped talking, my breathing coming fast now.

  He reached out a hand, stroking my hair, leaning his forehead on mine. “I don’t want to lose you,” he said so achingly my stomach contracted, emotion flooding me.

  “You won’t,” I whispered fiercely.

  “I want to be a better person for you,” he said softly as he grabbed fistfuls of my hair. “I wanted to show you I have changed,” he scoffed, “but I keep blowing it.”

  He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me with such gentle strokes, and slow, deep kisses, constantly stroking my hair and my neck. It was as though he was treating me as if he cherished me, and I know I fell a little more in love with him.

  CHAPTER 13-DAVIS

  We woke up late the next morning. I wished we could have had a nice relaxing morning, but instead, we were in a rush to get showered and changed so we could meet the band for a run through of the songs we planned to record next week.