by Harley Wylde
I gave her a wicked grin and sank to my knees. Gripping her hips, I lifted her and pressed her back against the wall, her legs braced on my shoulders. That pretty pussy was something I could look at all damn day, but I wasn’t about to keep her waiting, not after everything she’d given me.
I adjusted her a little, and the lips of her pussy parted ever so slightly, just enough for that cute little clit to poke out. Her hands were gripping my hair, and I had to wonder if she was about to drag my tongue closer or if she was just holding on for the ride. Even with water dripping from her body, I could smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal. She was fucking perfection, and I couldn’t wait to have a taste.
Her skin was soft against my lips, as my tongue traced her slit. I flicked the little bud that was standing at attention and heard her gasp in pleasure. My hands curled around her hips, digging into the cheeks of her ass as I pulled her a little closer to my face. My lips and tongue devoured her, exploring every inch of her sex until she was writhing against me, riding my tongue and begging for more. It was enough to make me hard again, and I hoped like hell she’d let me fuck her when I was done.
Sucking. Licking. Nipping. I could tell I was driving her wild, but she wanted more. No matter how talented I was, there was no way I was getting my cock inside of her at the same time my tongue was pleasuring her, but she obviously needed something a little extra to push her over the edge. I wondered if anyone had ever played with her ass before and prayed to the gods that she liked it. Ever since I’d seen her bent over the bed last night, I’d had thoughts of fucking her ass.
I ran my fingers up and down the crack of her ass while I sucked on her clit. She nearly went wild, all her thrashing landing my finger right where I wanted it. I circled the tight entrance and listened to her moan and beg. She was tight as I tried to slip inside, and I felt a rush at the thought I might be the first. A slow thrust, just up to the first knuckle, and I sucked her clit a little harder.
Honey cried out, screaming my name as she came on my tongue. Her body trembled and shook from the intensity of her climax. The gentlemanly thing to do would be to let her recover, but I’d never claimed to be a gentleman. I eased her off my shoulders and turned her to face the wall. I knew what I wanted, what I needed, and I could only hope she’d go along with it.
I reached for the baby oil I had stashed all over the place for those moments when I just had to jack off and coated my cock liberally. Honey panted and braced her hands on the back shower wall, her ass sticking out, almost begging me to take her. I teased her tight entrance some more, working her nice and slow until I managed to get my entire finger in her ass. I trailed kisses up her back as I thrust in and out, stretching her so she could handle my cock. One finger turned into two...and eventually three.
“What do you want, Honey?” I whispered in her ear. “I need to hear the words.”
“I want you to fuck me.” Her lips trembled as she looked at me over her shoulder, the need burning in her eyes making me want her even more. My cock jerked in time with my heartbeat.
“I need more than that, Honey. How do you want me to fuck you?”
She bit her lip, and her cheeks flushed. “I want you to fuck my ass. Fuck me hard, Jace. Own me.”
I lined my cock up with her entrance. It was a tight fit, and I took my time, making sure I didn’t hurt her. She whined a little as the head of my cock popped through the ring of muscle and then I felt her body relax, accepting me. My body strained as I tried to be patient and go slow, using shallow thrusts until I was balls deep inside of her. I stopped and gave her time to adjust.
My hand, still slick with oil, slipped around her waist and reached for her pussy. I teased her clit, rubbing and pinching lightly until she was thrusting back against me, fucking herself on my cock. As much as I wanted to pound into her, I let her set the pace. She felt fucking fantastic, and I wanted the moment to last forever. I rubbed a little harder, and she fucked me faster, her ass slapping against me with every stroke. When she came, she tightened on my dick to the point of pleasure mixed with pain and I couldn’t hold out another moment.
I gripped her hips tight, and as her body rode a tidal wave of pleasure, I thrust hard and deep, taking her the way I wanted...no needed. I claimed her just the way she’d wanted, riding her ass, fucking her fast and deep. My balls drew up tight, and as I buried myself inside of her, I came long and hard. No matter how long we stayed in the shower, she was going to have cum in her ass for a while. The thought oddly pleased me, almost as if I were marking her as mine.
Honey nearly collapsed when I withdrew from her body, and I cradled her close. Her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted, as she panted softly. How the hell I ended up lucky enough to be married to someone like her I didn’t know, but I was going to say a prayer of thanks every damn day that she was with me.
“We totally need to do that again,” she murmured as her eyes opened. “Just not anytime soon.”
I smiled and kissed her long and slow.
“We can fuck anytime and anyway that you want. If you want me to drop my pants in the aisle of the airplane and take you in front of first class, I will be happy to oblige.”
She giggled a little. “I don’t think I’m quite that adventurous, but thanks for the idea. I’m so using that in my next book.”
We finished washing and got out of the shower. Food was temporarily forgotten as we tumbled into bed, naked and twined together.
Chapter Four
HONEY
There wasn’t a part of me that didn’t hurt, but it was the good kind of hurt. The oh-my-god I’ve had non-stop sex for twelve hours kind of hurt. I didn’t know how long we’d been asleep, but the sun had set at some point. Jace held me close, his arm wrapped around me as my head rested on his chest. I could hear the comforting sound of his heart thumping beneath my ear. My stomach rumbled, and I remembered I hadn’t eaten all day. As much as I hated to wake him, food was a necessity.
“Jace.”
He didn’t move.
“Jace, we need to get up.” He snorted in his sleep, and I realized I was going to have to get creative to wake him up. His cock was tenting the sheet, and I reached for it, wrapping my fingers around his shaft.
He murmured in his sleep and thrust against my hand. It was all the encouragement I needed. I used long, slow strokes until his hips were pumping. I couldn’t toss the sheet aside, even though I’d have loved to watch. Tightening my grip, I stroked a little harder, a little faster. He groaned and his arm tightened around me. It didn’t take long to get him off, his sticky cum covering my hand and bathing the sheets.
Jace let out a contented sigh and cracked an eye open to look at me. “I know I said you could fuck me anytime, but maybe next time I can be awake for the entire thing?”
I smiled and kissed him.
He tossed the sheet aside and slid out of bed, going to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I followed him, needing to wash my hands. When we were finished, we quickly pulled on clothes, before either of us was tempted to ravish the other and went down to the hotel restaurant for some much-needed sustenance. If we were going to go at it like rabbits, we definitely needed food in our bellies.
I didn’t know what to say to my new husband as we enjoyed our dinner. We may have fucked each other’s brains out, but we still didn’t know much about one another. I wasn’t sure if there were questions I wasn’t allowed to ask, or he’d tell me anything I wanted to know. Despite the fact I was starving, I picked at my pasta as I studied Jace from under my lashes.
“I thought you were hungry,” he said. “If you’d prefer to go somewhere else, I’ll take you wherever you want.”
“The food is fine.”
“Then what’s bothering you? You’ve hardly taken a bite, and I can hear your stomach growling from over here.”
I felt my cheeks warm. “I guess I’m just not that comfortable with you yet. We’re still strangers. Other than the fact you’re in a band, I know nothing about yo
u.”
“So, what do you want to know?”
I shrugged. “Everything.”
Jace smiled a little. “Well, I’m twenty-six, and I’ve been playing with the band for a few years now. We started out doing small clubs and bars and things sort of escalated. Our manager discovered us two years ago, and things have really taken off lately.”
“And you live in Malibu? Is that where you’re from?”
He shook his head. “I’m from New Mexico, but once I turned eighteen, I made my way to California. I picked up odd jobs and lived in a shit apartment for a while. I’d taught myself to play guitar when I was just a kid, and I managed to land a few gigs here and there. It didn’t pay big, but it was a step in the right direction.”
“What about your family?” I asked.
“Don’t have any.”
“They’re all gone?”
He set his fork down. “No, I mean I don’t have any. My mom dumped me when I was just a kid and never looked back. I grew up in the system bouncing from foster to foster. Some weren’t so bad; others would give you nightmares. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen to my foster mom at the time.”
“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry, Jace. No one should have to go through that.”
“It was either me or my foster brother who was only thirteen at the time. Once my caseworker found out what was happening, she yanked all the kids from the home and sent the woman to prison.”
My heart ached for him, but I knew he wouldn’t want my sympathy. He was a strong man, and I could tell by his tone that he wanted to leave the past in the past. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to grow up without a family, without someone to tell you they loved you. I’d lost my parents the day after my high school graduation, but at least I’d had their love and support most of my life.
“Any steady girlfriends?” I asked.
He snorted. “Before you, I never went back for seconds. I’m afraid my life has been filled with one-night stands if you can call a few minutes against a bathroom wall a one-night stand. I’m a rock star, baby. Women throw themselves at me, drop their panties and bend over, begging me to fuck them. I’ve always been happy to oblige.”
My stomach soured a little. Was it going to be Andrew all over again? Finding my husband balls deep in some slut?
“And if that happened now?” I asked.
He shook his head. “I’m going to be faithful to you, baby. I promised and I always keep my promises. Wouldn’t matter if some groupie stripped down and stuck her ass in my face, I wouldn’t be the slightest bit tempted to take her up on the offer.”
I doubted my pussy was magical enough for that kind of transformation, but at least he was going to try.
“Your band said you’re going on tour again in a few months. What happens while you’re gone? I mean, do I stay home? Do I go with you?”
His eyebrows rose. “You’d want to go with me?”
“I’ve never been on tour with a rock band before, but I’m sure I could find time to write. I have a laptop that goes everywhere with me, and my files are stored online, so I can access them from anywhere. As long as I have a little quiet a few hours a day, there’s no reason it couldn’t work. Unless you don’t want me there.”
“Are you kidding, baby? I’d love to have you go with me. It’s not pretty after a concert, though. I wasn’t kidding about the groupies and how they can act. It’s not uncommon for a girl to strip her shirt off and press up against me.”
I frowned a little. “Won’t that stop once they find out you’re married?”
“Uh, that would be a no. Women like that don’t care if a guy is married or not. They want the thrill of fucking a rock star, want the bragging rights I guess. I don’t know if you’re the jealous type or not.”
“I’m not sure how I’d react, but if some woman put her hands on your cock, I’d probably rip them off. That belongs to me and only me. At least, for as long as we’re married.”
He smiled a little and winked at me.
“I guess if I’m touring with you, I’ll be in the spotlight a little too. I can’t decide if my readers are going to be jealous that I get to sleep with your sexy self every night, or if they’re going to cheer me on for bagging such a hottie.”
Jace threw his head back and laughed.
“Your fans, however, are probably going to wonder if you were doing drugs when you proposed. I doubt I’m anything like the women you’re typically seen with,” I said.
“No, you’re definitely different. No one would ever guess that under that pristine exterior is a sex goddess that can go all night.”
I felt my cheeks warm. I’d never been like that before, not with Andrew or any of the guys who came before him. There hadn’t been a lot of men in my life, but my sex life had always been rather vanilla, but then, I’d always dated vanilla men. Even in high school, my relationships had never gone beyond PG-13. It wasn’t that I hadn’t been interested in sex, but their sloppy kisses hadn’t exactly inspired me to rip off my clothes.
“What about you?” he asked. “You mentioned you were engaged before.”
I had hoped he wouldn’t ask about Andrew. But he’d been honest with me, so it was time to be honest with him. Hopefully, finding out I was engaged just a week ago wouldn’t send him running in the other direction.
“I was engaged up until a week ago. Our wedding was scheduled for last night, but I showed up unannounced one night and caught him fucking the maid of honor. I broke things off right then and there. I should have known something was wrong. He’d talked about wanting to start a family, so I’d gotten off birth control, but then he didn’t touch me for weeks.”
“So that’s why you’re not on the pill?”
I nodded. “I can get a prescription and start taking them again. I just have to find time to make an appointment to see my doctor. She’s usually pretty busy, so it may take a few weeks.”
“I’ll stock up on condoms. You’re as insatiable as me, so we’re probably going to go through a box every few days. As it is, you could already be pregnant.”
“I’ve never been so...”
Jace winked. “Say no more. I guess I just inspire you to rip off your clothes and try new things. Nothing wrong with that, baby. This is just the beginning. Wait until I take you by Sex & Candy to pick up some new toys.”
“I have some already.”
“Never hurts to buy a few more.”
I was starting to fear for my future deadlines. If Jace had his way, we’d probably never leave the bedroom. Loverboy was going to have to slow down a little or I wouldn’t be able to walk. I ached in places that made me blush. Of course, I couldn’t put it all on Jace’s shoulders. I’d instigated our little shower session, even if he’d blown my mind while we were in there. I’d only intended to give him a blowjob, but once I’d seen those hard muscles dripping with water, I’d lost what little sense I had.
“Were you serious about flying home with me to pack my stuff? I’m capable of getting myself to Malibu without your assistance.” I picked at my dinner some more. “I’m sure you’d rather go home after being on tour.”
“Honey, you’re my wife now. I want to be where you are, and if that’s in San Diego packing up your apartment, then that’s what I’ll do.”
“All right.”
“So how did you become a romance writer? That doesn’t sound like the kind of job you just fall into. I would think it would take a bit of planning.”
I smiled. Work was something I would be delighted to talk about.
“I took a creative writing class my senior year of high school. It wasn’t nearly as racy as what I write now since I was seventeen and hadn’t ever had sex, but it made me realize that’s what I wanted to do with my life. I’d been accepted to a good college, but before I threw a ton of money away on an education I might never use, I wanted to see if I could make a living writing books.”
“You don’t seem old enough to have much of a career yet.”
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p; “I’m twenty, and I signed my first contract when I was eighteen. The book just came together in my mind and my fingers flew across the keyboard. It took me less than a month to write a ninety-thousand-word novel, but then it took another eight months to fine tune it and I had to wait until I turned eighteen to find someone to publish it. I already had about five other finished stories that just needed a little tweaking, but I only sent in the one.” I shrugged a little. “My publisher helped me find my readers, but it took them a year to produce my book and make it available for sale, so I’ve self-published over a dozen titles since then.”
“Do I get to read some of your work?” he asked, looking genuinely intrigued.
“I have some copies at my apartment. It took trial and error to figure out how to get my books out in various formats, but I started making enough I could hire someone to handle that side of things. You don’t seem like the erotic romance type, though.”
He smiled. “And what type do I seem?”
“Thriller books.”
Jace laughed. “I actually prefer general fiction and non-fiction about historical figures, but for you, I’m willing to try something new. Besides, I want to know what goes through that naughty mind of yours. Maybe we can even try a few of those scenes.”
I squeezed my thighs together. Just the thought of acting out my books with Jace was enough to make me tingle. There were so many things I wanted to try, and he seemed adventurous enough to do it. Maybe my drunken marriage to Jace would end up being one of the best things that ever happened to me. I knew that a relationship built only on sex was doomed to fail eventually, but for now, it would be enough.
“You’re twenty but you were engaged? Either you were high school sweethearts or it was a fast engagement,” he said.
“I met my ex-fiancé when I deposited my first royalty check. We had a whirlwind romance and he swept me off my feet, said all the right things. He was older than me by a decade and I guess I was flattered someone like him would pay attention to me.”