by Selena
“I need you,” I whispered, my hands sliding down his back, pulling him against me. But he only slid down further, his mouth descending onto my nipple. I tried not to cry out from the wet heat of his mouth as he sucked gently, then pulled back, letting his teeth graze across the sensitive nub. He blew softly at my wet nipple, and a chill raced across my body.
His mouth traveled further south, sucking at the skin of my stomach, his tongue dipping into my bellybutton, then circling it until I started giggling again. I stopped when he looked at me with those hooded eyes as he drew down my skirt and panties and tossed them aside, then knelt between my knees. Just watching him look at my body, naked on the bed before him, imagining what he was about to do to me, made me wet with desire.
He licked the pad of his thumb and touched it to my pearl, massaging it gently and then circling it with his thumb. My thighs quaked, and I squirmed with need, which only made him smile. He slid his thumb down and pushed it into me, then used my wetness to slicken my clit again.
“Oh, God, Brody,” I moaned. “Fuck me already.”
“I’m going to make love to you this time,” he said. “Nice and slow.” He continued circling, then pushing his thumb into me again, at first slowly and then faster, and then circling his thumb while he slid a finger into me as deep as it would go. I gasped and arched up, wanting something more, wanting all of him.
“I need you,” I said again, but when I tried to sit up, he gently pressed my back onto the bed, his eyes almost dazed as he watched his finger pumping into me.
“What do you need, baby,” he breathed. “Tell me.”
“I need—I need all of you.”
“You got me,” he said.
I bit my lip, squirming against his hand, frustration building inside me as he wound me tighter and tighter.
“I need your cock,” I blurted out at last, spreading my thighs and bucking my hips.
“You’re going to get it,” he said, working a second finger into me, pumping them faster while his thumb slicked back and forth across my tender clit until I wanted to scream. “But not until you come for me.”
As if I’d been waiting for permission, my body rocked upwards, and a wave of pure ecstasy washed over me. I bit my lip to keep from screaming when he stopped. Before I could, he’d slid down his jeans and pushed his cock inside me, filling me as I throbbed around him. I choked out a wordless, helpless moan. He drew back, bracing his palms on the bed and holding his body still, pressing the head of his cock directly against the spot inside me that was pulsing. This time, I couldn’t stop myself, and I cried out, my whole body wracked with pleasure. Waves crashed over me from head to toe, and I lost all control, sucked down by the raw ecstasy of the moment.
When it finally ended, I felt like I was coming to after a faint. My hands were clenching the blanket, my feet cramping from flexing while my toes curled. And worst of all, Brody was watching me, his eyes locked on my face with burning intensity. I felt exposed suddenly, embarrassed to have let go so completely. Laney Tucker did not lose control easily. I prided myself on that. But I’d just had a screaming orgasm for minutes at a time, in broad daylight, while Brody leaned over me watching.
“I don’t think I’ve ever made anyone come that hard,” he said, which did not comfort me one bit. I reached for my clothes, something, to cover myself, but I couldn’t find anything, and it was kind of pointless while he was still inside me.
I scooted up the bed and grabbed a pillow to cover myself. Brody sat back on his heels, his cock still hard and glistening with my cum.
“You didn’t finish,” I said, my tone accusatory.
“I was enjoying the view.”
To my horror, I felt her lip start to tremble. I bit down on it hard.
“Hey,” he said, dropping onto the bed beside me and propping himself up on one elbow. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on, Laney. I know you better than that. Just tell me.”
“It’s stupid. Just finish.” I tossed the pillow aside and turned to him, threw my leg over his hip, and reached down to guide him back inside me.
He cupped my cheek in his palm, his guitar-calloused fingers stroking my cheek. “Laney?” His lips skimmed over mine, then tugged lightly at my bottom lip. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, and he began to move slowly, his hips flexing as he pushed into me. This time, I wasn’t thinking about myself, and I had time to run my hands over his sculpted shoulder, his side, his hips, that gorgeous ass I liked so much. After a few minutes, I forgot my insecurity and instead, enjoyed watching his cock slide into me and out again. My fingers trailed up his muscled arm, down his chest, and I scratched my nails lightly over his pecs, flicking at his nipple.
He began to move faster, and I pinched his nipple this time. Brody growled and rolled over onto me, his lips pressing mine apart. His tongue slid into my mouth in perfect rhythm with the stroke of his cock. There was something to be said for sleeping with a musician. I wrapped my legs around him, sliding one leg up his back and then down, over his ass to his thighs. Flexing my leg, I used my muscles to pull him in harder. He hit that sensitive place deep within me, and I gasped, raising my hips so he’d hit it again.
I gripped him with both legs as he drove into me. With one powerful thrust, he plowed me up the bed until my head hit the headboard. He groaned, and his whole body went rigid when he came. I could feel the pulse of his cock thickening inside me, the strain of taking him all in, that last little swell that hit a nerve. A pinprick of pain darted through me, and the pulse came again as he filled every last bit of me. The tightness inside me broke loose in response, answering his shuddering breath with my own, and my walls clenched around his length. He sucked in a breath a spasm went through him, delivering another spurt of cum to my pulsing depth.
For a minute, neither of us spoke. This time, Brody lay his head on my shoulder, keeping himself propped on his elbows enough to keep some of his weight off me. At last, he lifted his head and brushed his lips across mine again.
“Are you going to tell me what that was?” he asked.
“What?” I asked, hating the position he had me in, so unbearably intimate with his cock still buried to the hilt inside me even though we’d both come; so impossible to look away with his forearms framing my head as he looked down at me.
“You know what. A minute ago. What happened?”
“We had sex?”
“Laney… Don’t lie to me. I’m going to keep doing this until you tell me.”
I sighed. I would have teased him more if we hadn’t been going for an hour. Before he even pulled out, I could feel the swollen tenderness between my legs. When he started flexing his hips a little, the heat stirred inside me again. I had no off switch with him. Just being near enough to touch him made me squirm with desire.
“I can’t do it again,” I said, when I felt him starting to swell inside me.
“That’s why you looked like you were about to cry?”
“Uncle,” I said, pushing at his chest. “You win. I’m crying uncle. I surrender.”
He laughed softly and moved off me, lying on his stomach beside me. The air-conditioned air in the room chilled the sweat from our bodies, and I reached for the blanket again. I had to sit up to pry it loose from where it was tucked rigidly under the mattress. While my back was turned, it was easier to tell him. “I just don’t know how I can keep up with you,” I said. “Obviously, I can’t.”
“What are you talking about?”
He waited while I slipped under the sheet, throwing the lush comforter off. “I can’t make you do what you made me do.”
“I don’t think guys can do that,” he said. “It’s kind of over and done when we come. You can keep going for a while, apparently.”
“If you smirk right now, I’m going to throw something at you,” I said, pulling a pillow into my arms and meeting his eyes at last.
“I don’t smirk.”
I rolled her eyes. �
��Oh my god, you’re the king of smirking.”
“Zane’s the king of smirking. I’m just smiling.”
“Riiiight.”
“Seriously, Laney,” he said. “I love you. You’re amazing. You don’t have to do anything other than be yourself. I love everything about you. I love kissing those gorgeous lips, I love being inside you, I love tasting you…”
I felt my face warm as he spoke, and I had to force myself not to stop him. I wasn’t a total prude. Was I? If even hearing him say it could make me blush, how could I be enough for him? He could have all the other girls combined, or just me, little barely-more-than-a-virgin Laney Tucker. Every move I had, I’d learned from him. He had a million moves I’d never even seen yet.
“You’re all I want,” he said, as if he’d read my thoughts. “Now move over so I can lay with you. I love holding you, too.”
I opened the sheets, and he slipped under, pulling my body against his. As much as he loved holding me, I loved it ten times more. After a few minutes, he began to relax and breathe deeply, and I realized he’d fallen asleep. I had him exactly where I wanted him. Wrapped around me and wrapped around my little finger.
So why was I suddenly looking at his gorgeous, lying face, so innocent in sleep, and feeling guilty? Why did I feel like I was the one doing something wrong? And why was I feeling a warm swelling in my chest, an overwhelming urge to reach out and brush a soft strand of dark hair off his forehead, kiss his sculpted cheekbone?
I needed to do something about that, and fast. Careful not to wake him, I slipped from under the sheet and dug my phone out of my bag. Piper was my emergency contact for situations just such as this, where I’d crossed the line into certifiably insane. If I stepped any further, I might not be able to uncross that line.
Giving myself a stern pep talk all the way, I ducked into the other room and hit Piper’s number. “I have a confession,” I said as soon as Piper answered the phone.
“You’re still in love with Brody?”
“Not exactly.” I wasn’t in love with Brody. That was ridiculous. In lust, sure. But love? Never. It had been temporary insanity, that was all. “But…I did move to Chicago with him,” I admitted.
“What!” Piper shrieked. “What do you mean, you moved to Chicago?”
“He got a call from his manager, and he had to come. It was very last minute.”
“And what does that have to do with you?”
“I have a plan,” I said, unable to stop an edge of defensiveness from creeping into my voice. “I wasn’t going to abandon it just because he left.”
“Why the hell not? I thought you never wanted to see him again.”
“He asked me to come, and I thought it would be a good chance to further said plan.”
“Uh-huh. Sure. Your plan to marry Brody Villines?”
“Don’t even joke.”
“No judgement here. Brody’s hot as hell, and he must be, like, a billionaire at twenty-three. And you’re the lucky lady who stole his heart, not to mention you’ve been in love with him since you were in a training bra. I don’t think anyone on earth is going to blame you for it. Even me, and I remember what he did to you.”
“It’s not like that,” I said, but it sounded hollow even to my own ears. Maybe it was exactly like that.
twenty
Brody
Later, I met with Nash, who was in Chicago to greet me. When I entered the restaurant through a side door, I was escorted by two bodyguards, Laney, and her bodyguard. “This is so weird,” she whispered. “He’s just breathing down my neck.”
“You’ll get used to it,” I said. “You’ll forget he’s even there.” I didn’t mention that I knew this because one of my tabloid girlfriends had used the same bodyguard. He was good, though. I wasn’t going to risk Laney’s life just to keep her from having the same bodyguard as one of my exes. That would have ruled out half the guys in the industry. A single guy could easily end up dating twenty girls in a few years.
“There’s Nash,” I said, nodding to the table where my manager sat. A hostess greeted us in the back of the restaurant and led us to the corner where he sat. She didn’t show the slightest recognition, which meant she was a good one. It wasn’t like I could just go out and eat at a regular restaurant. There were certain places, though, where they had a better shot at going to eat without being bothered. Where the employees didn’t ask for autographs and the other patrons were as sick of being hounded as I was.
“Who’s this?” Nash asked, nodding to Laney as he fished an olive from his martini glass with two fingers.
“This is Laney Tucker,” I said. “She’s my girl.”
“I didn’t say to bring a girl,” Nash said through his bite of green olive.
I pulled out Laney’s chair. “But I did.”
“Huh.” Nash swiped his fingers across the napkin in his lap and held out a hand without rising. Laney shook it quickly before sitting. I sat down as well, scooting in at the round table as the bodyguards melted back against the wall. “Get all set up in your new place?” Nash asked.
“Yes, thank you. We did.”
Nash pushed aside his menu and scanned back and forth between his two dinner companions. “You’re both living there?”
“Yes,” I said, taking Laney’s hand. “We’re getting married. No more celebrity setups.”
“That was fast,” Nash said.
“When I know what I want, I don’t waste time.”
Laney was looking at me with an appreciative shine in her eyes, obviously impressed that I was laying down the law with no question when it came to where we stood.
“I think I could make it work,” Nash said, scratching his slick curls as he squinted at us. “Like I said, this is grown up Brody Villines. This is Nick Jonas, not the Jonas Brothers. Settling down for a while might not be a bad idea.”
“Good,” I said. “Because if she has to go, I go. That’s the deal.”
Nash must have heard something in my voice, because instead of scoffing, he held up his hands. “Now calm down, nobody’s getting rid of your girl.”
“She can sing, too,” I said. “I’d like you to hear her. Maybe she can do some background vocals.”
“We’ll see,” Nash said. He gestured for the waitress, ordered a round of cocktails, and ducked off to the restroom.
“Who said I wanted to be your backup singer?” Laney asked.
“You love singing,” I said. “I thought you’d want to.”
“I guess I won’t be annoyingly famous like you,” she said with a smile. “Sure, why not. It might be fun to be part of your album, see how it all works.”
“It’s not as glamorous as you think,” I said. “It’s actually tedious as fuck.”
“That’s not very tedious,” she whispered, giving me a sultry pout. “Is it?”
“You better stop that.” I took her full, soft bottom lip between my finger and thumb and pinched it gently. Just touching the plumpness of it made my cock stiffen.
“Or what?” she asked, her blue eyes going wide with innocence.
“Or you know what,” I said. “You’re going to get it later.”
“Get what, Brody?” she asked, smiling her sweetest smile.
Nash returned to the table before I could answer, but I sent Laney a warning look. She responded with that same wide-eyed innocence.
I took her hand and moved it into my lap, under the edge of the black tablecloth. The restaurant was dimly lit and private, but I still expected Laney to pull away and be terribly shocked. Instead, she squeezed my cock through my dress slacks, moving her hand subtly, slowly, from base to tip.
“Let’s talk about the tracks,” Nash said, leaning down to pull a packet out of his briefcase. He slid it across the table, and I picked it up, as if my girl wasn’t running her nails lightly along my rigid length at that very moment. I could hear the rasp of her nails on the fabric, the sensation enough to make me bite his tongue to keep from moaning.
“That’s
the track list right now,” Nash said. “They’re in order. Look it over and get yourself ready for the first one. We’ve got the studio booked the day after tomorrow.”
I flipped through the pages, pretending to look while trying not to squirm or make any sound as Laney cupped the head of my cock, then flattened her palm and moved it in slow, agonizing circles. It was all I could do not to grab her and bend her over the table, lift up that little black dress and give her what she was asking for. Instead, I scanned the music and lyrics to the first track on the album.
“Will do,” I said.
When the waitress arrived, again I was sure Laney would stop her torment, but she continued as I ordered for us both. If the waitress knew what was going on, she kept on the same poker face she’d worn since we walked in. At last, the food arrived, and Laney needed both hands to eat with.
“You’re going to get it later,” I said under my breath.
Laney gave me her sweetest smile and swung her hair back over her shoulder, the same way she’d been doing since we were kids. “We’ll see.”
On our way out, no one bothered us, though I met the eyes of a few celebrities—a new actor giving an interview over dinner, a famous director with his aging movie star wife, an indie-pop singer with a name that sounded like a whole band though it was just him. I recognized them, but out of mutual respect, we only smiled at each other. I’d been approached for movie deals, but it would have interfered with the band’s rigorous, non-stop recording, touring, and press events.
When Nash stopped to chat with the director, I felt that familiar rush of time passing me by. How much longer could I keep going? I was so young, but I felt ancient, older than Grandpa Othal. It had hit me at odd moments over the past few years. The superficial relationships, the tours, the groupies, the restrictions… They were all part of my life, but they were all designed to be temporary, fleeting. They changed as quickly as the opinions of fickle fans. Nothing in the business lasted.