by Harley Wylde
He traced patterns on my stomach. “Have you made an appointment with your doctor yet?”
“I have to transfer to a doctor in this area and the only one I found accepting new patients doesn’t have an opening for another two weeks. I made an appointment though.”
He kissed my collarbone and the swell of my breasts. “I guess that means more condoms. Maybe I should buy another box or two.”
“If you keep cornering me all around the house, you’re going to need a store full.”
Jace grinned. “Nothing wrong with desiring my wife.”
“Well, in case you hadn’t figured it out yet, your wife desires you too.”
“Is that right?” he murmured right before kissing me. His lips were soft against mine. I could feel his cock digging into my hip and my body responded. If we weren’t out in the open, I’d roll him over and ride him until neither of us could walk again. But I could see it now, if we were to strip down out here, someone on a boat with one of those special camera lenses would snap pictures and we’d be splattered all over the internet by morning.
We made out on the beach, the sand warming my back. No matter how handsy my husband got, I was adamant about keeping our clothes on. It didn’t stop his fingers from slipping beneath my swimsuit and teasing the hell out of me though. He found my clit and stroked the little bud until I was begging him for more. I wanted his mouth on me, his cock filling me. I wanted him to fuck me in the worst way.
Jace pulled down the cup of my top and closed his lips around my nipple. My fingers sank into his hair, pulling him closer. Sparks shot from my breast to my clit, his fingers working me to a frenzy. My hips pumped against him, fucking an imaginary cock as I strained for release. Jace kissed his way down my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel. I reached for the top of my swimsuit to cover up and he smacked my hand away.
“No one’s going to see, and you look hot as fuck like that.”
“Jace, we’re out in the open.”
“We’re alone, baby. I promise it’s fine. Just let me love you a little. You know you want to come.”
I squirmed. Yeah, I wanted to come. The beach was quiet, no sounds of boats or jet skis. Only the gulls overhead and the crashing waves could be heard. I wanted this, wanted him. Maybe it was okay to be a little naughty this time. I trusted him. If Jace said no one would see, then I believed him. Or maybe I just wanted him so badly that I didn’t much care right then.
“Make me come,” I begged.
Jace pulled my bottoms down to my ankles and bent my knees. With his face buried between my thighs, my heart raced. The first swipe of his tongue made me moan. He teased the sensitive lips of my pussy before delving inside. He licked and sucked, his mouth hot and wet against me. I felt exposed, but it only seemed to make me burn hotter for him.
His hands dug into the cheeks of my ass, holding me against his mouth as he tortured me with that wonderful tongue. My clit throbbed and begged for more. My hips bucked against him as I tried to ride his tongue, wanting the sensations to never stop. He sucked my clit long and hard until I was crying out his name, twisting and turning in ecstasy. More orgasms left me trembling on the sand as he continued to lick and suck me. Little aftershocks left me twitchy, but damned if I didn’t want to come again.
Jace pulled away and jerked my suit the rest of the way off, even going so far as to remove my top. He flopped on the sand and pulled me closer until I was straddling him. I didn’t know what he wanted, and I still ached for more.
“Ride my face, baby. Make yourself come again.”
I placed my knees on either side of his head and lowered until I felt his lips brush my pussy. He gave me short, slow slicks, but it wasn’t enough. Frustration welled inside of me.
“What do you want, baby?”
“I want to come.”
I could feel him smile against me. “I know that much. How do you want to come?”
“Suck my clit.”
His lips closed around the little bud and sucked lightly. Just enough to drive me wild, but not enough to push me over the edge. More. I needed more.
“Fuck my pussy with your fingers.”
I felt his fingers stretch me and gasped. It wasn’t long before I was riding his fingers and his face, my head thrown back. My nipples hardened in the breeze and I bit my lip to stifle my cry as I came. Jace lifted me and set me down on my knees. I didn’t have any idea what he was up to, but I knew he didn’t have a condom hiding in his swim trunks.
He pulled his trunks down and his cock sprang free, hard and begging for some attention.
“Suck me,” he commanded.
I shivered at the forceful tone, so unlike the way he usually talked to me. Jace stood, feet braced apart and waited for me to obey. I gripped his hips and fitted my mouth around his cock. He was too fucking big, but I wanted to take in as much of him as I could. I tried to relax my throat and he slid a little further in. I swallowed on him and he cursed before tunneling his fingers in my hair. He gripped me tight as he lightly fucked my mouth. My body started heating again, yearning for his touch.
He thrust harder, a little deeper, and then he was coming down my throat. I swallowed, fighting not to gag. No one had ever been forceful with me before, not like this. I’d never imagined it would turn me on, or maybe it only turned me on because it was Jace. The thought of any other guy’s cock in my mouth made me frown.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“It’s just you and me, right?”
He pulled up his trunks and knelt in front of me. “I don’t understand the question.”
“We’re in this together, just the two of us. You aren’t going to be with other women and I won’t be with other men, right?”
“That’s the idea. Why? Do you want another man?”
I shook my head.
“Come on, babe. You’re going to have sand in interesting places. Let’s get you cleaned up, preferably where condoms are nearby, and then we’ll figure out what we’re doing tonight.”
More sex? My body was totally on board with that. I couldn’t decide if he had a magic tongue or a magic dick, but there was something about Jace that I craved. No matter how many times we tumbled into bed, or on the floor, or wherever, I just couldn’t get enough of him. On the bright side, it seemed the feeling was mutual.
I gathered my clothes and followed him up to the house. He stripped once he stepped inside and we tossed our clothes into the laundry room. Watching Jace walk through a room was fascinating enough, but when he was naked...Mmmm. That was a sight I could get used to. I’d have to convince him I was really dirty and needed a thorough shower, and if we were able to stand after that, we could discuss plans for the night.
I was a little disappointed when he ran water in the tub, adding some bubble bath he’d picked up for me. I knew there was no way he was climbing into rose scented water, even if it was a thoughtful gesture. Jace shut off the tap when the tub was full and helped me over the side. The water lapped at my neck and shoulders, and I had to admit it felt pretty incredible. Despite my orgasms outside, I was still pretty tense from our morning meeting. I hated that he’d felt the need to fire his manager because of me, but at the same time I was thrilled that he’d put me first. He’d actually put me before his career. What kind of man did that? No one I’d ever met before.
He showered quickly and then disappeared from the bathroom, a towel slung around his waist. I heard him rummaging through dresser drawers in the bedroom and then it got quiet. I wondered what he was wearing. Would I find him stretched out on the bed in nothing but his boxer briefs? Or had he gotten dressed thinking we would go out somewhere? We still hadn’t discussed our plans for the evening. I didn’t mind staying home, but there was only so much TV I could watch before my brain went numb. Every night, he put something on that he thought I’d want to see, and then he’d stare at his phone. It was tempting to swipe it from him and see what he was checking out. Was he watching porn on it?
My fingers b
egan to prune, and I washed quickly before getting out. Jace had laid out a fluffy towel for me and I dried off before padding into the bedroom. He was nowhere to be seen and I was a bit disappointed. I pulled on some pink cotton panties with white daisies, a pair of lavender knit shorts, and a baby blue tank. It wasn’t a fashion statement, but if we weren’t going anywhere then it didn’t matter. I searched everywhere for him, even checking to make sure his car was in the driveway still. There was one place I hadn’t looked and hesitantly I opened the door.
Jace sat on a chair, strumming his guitar. I hadn’t made a sound yet and he seemed oblivious to my presence. The melody was haunting and achingly beautiful. It didn’t sound like a rock song though. Was this something he’d written? I leaned against the doorframe and watched as he lovingly strummed the guitar, his fingers dancing over the strings. And then I got chills as he began to sing.
She was wrapped in mist and tragedy,
Her voice soft dulcet tones.
Her eyes, they hypnotized me,
She saw clear through to my soul.
Hair of fine spun gold,
Eyes cerulean blue.
Her kiss, it tantalized me.
Her touch, it humanized me.
My heart, broken and aching,
It begged for her gentle, soft touch.
The demons plaguing my soul,
Quieted under her stare.
Hair of fine spun gold,
Eyes cerulean blue.
Her kiss, it tantalized me.
Her touch, it humanized me.
He looked up, saw me standing in the doorway and froze mid-lyrics. His smile was hesitant and his eyes uncertain. The man who performed in front of thousands of people, seemed a bit bashful with an audience of one. I moved further into the room and sank onto the chair across from him.
“That was beautiful.”
He bit his bottom lip. “Thanks. You weren’t supposed to hear it yet.”
“Is it a secret project?”
“Just something that was weighing on my heart. It’s not finished though. If you want to hear me play something, I can play a Fierce Seduction song.”
“That’s not going to be one of them?” I asked.
“No, this one is...something special. I don’t use an acoustic for lyrics to rock songs. Not the kind of rock the band plays anyway. There’s a small collection of songs I haven’t shared with the band, things that are closer to my heart.”
I felt like he was sharing a part of himself that no one ever saw, and it made me feel special. It made me want to share a piece of myself with him, but everything important to me was on my laptop. I didn’t have lyrics to sing to him, or an instrument to play. All I had were the words that weighed heavy on my soul, the ones I sometimes put on paper in poetic form.
“I had this idea that I’d fill a notebook with songs, and if anything ever happened and the band broke up, or if I got burnt out playing rock, then I could go solo. I’ve written most of the band’s songs, but these are for me, a piece of myself that I’m not ready to share with the world just yet.”
I started to rise and leave him alone, but he wrapped a hand around my wrist and tugged me back down onto the chair.
“Sharing them with my wife is different.” He smiled. “I just started that song last night while you were sleeping. That’s why it isn’t finished yet.”
Hair of fine spun gold... “Is it about me?”
He gave me a sheepish smile and nodded. No one had ever written a song about me before. Now I really wanted to hear how the song ended. I hoped he’d play it for me when it was done. I stood and brushed a kiss against his lips. Jace curled his hand around the back of my neck and deepened the kiss before releasing me.
I left him to his work, closing the door behind me. The room must have been soundproofed since I couldn’t hear anything from outside in the hall. If Jace was going to work on something tonight, then so would I. He’d certainly given me plenty of naughty thoughts to fuel my writing. I set up at the kitchen table, armed with some blackberry flavored water and a granola bar. It would be enough to tide me over until Jace was ready to order food. Hopefully, we wouldn’t both get lost in our work and not realize we were starving until 1AM. It had been known to happen to me in the past.
Pulling up my current file, I got to work, diving completely into my story.
Chapter Nine
JACE
The bass sounded off, and Simon was fucking killing me on those drums. We were so far out of sync you’d never know we were professionals. It wasn’t my place to call it quits for the day, but I wished like hell that Dash would. Even the vocals were off today, with all of us sounding like a room full of wailing cats. I didn’t know what the fuck had happened, but we’d lost our touch since ending the last tour. I just hoped we’d find our rhythm before we had to leave again. I might sometimes think about a solo career, but I wasn’t ready for that to happen just yet.
I couldn’t believe I was giving up my time with Honey for this shit. We sounded like a bunch of fucking amateurs. Mid-riff, I stopped playing. I couldn’t take it another moment. My ears felt like they were going to fucking bleed if the noise didn’t stop. Roman stopped playing and gave me a “what the fuck” look. It only took another second for Dash to stop singing and Simon to stop banging the drums.
“What’s wrong?” Dash asked. “You’ve never stopped in the middle of a song before.”
“Yeah, well, we’ve never sounded this fucked up before either.”
He winced but didn’t argue with me.
“Honey’s getting her dress today. You guys ready for the wedding day after tomorrow?” I asked. “I know it’s damn short notice...Honey didn’t even get a chance to invite anyone. She’s upset that her side of the chapel will be empty.”
“Maybe her agent knows of some people who could come?” Dash asked. “It’s worth a shot.”
“I can ask.”
“Are we done for the day?” Simon asked. “Because if we’re not going to play, I’m going to find some pussy.”
Dash rolled his eyes. “You’re going to end up in the same predicament Jace was in, except in your case, she really will be knocked up. Make sure you wrap your dick. Hell, wrap it twice.”
Simon snorted and headed out the door, giving us a one-finger salute.
“Is it just me or does he have a worse attitude than usual?” I asked. “He’s been an asshole ever since he found out I got married. If I hadn’t seen him banging more pussy than anyone else in the band, I’d think maybe he had a crush on me and I broke his fucking heart.”
Roman snorted.
“Maybe he swings both ways,” Dash said with a smile.
“Fuck off.”
My bandmates cracked up at my expense. If we weren’t going to play, I was getting the hell out of here. We still had a little over three months until our next tour, but if we kept playing like crap, it was going to be our last tour. Roman put his bass away and Dash started flipping off the lights.
“I’m heading to the pub down the street if you want to join me,” Roman said.
“I’m in.” Dash grinned. “Maybe there will be some sexy babes there.”
“Count me out. The last thing I need is for Honey to see my picture in the paper with some slut draped over me. Until our wedding pictures are made public, I’m staying hidden as much as possible.”
“Afraid you’ll be tempted?” Dash asked.
“Fuck no. Honey is all I need, but I know how the women are at the places where we hang out. They don’t take no for an answer and one will have my pants unzipped before I can get the words out of my mouth. I’m just worried that once they know I’m married, they’ll see me as some sort of challenge.”
“Damn. You must really like this woman.” Dash’s brow furrowed. “I admit that I was worried when you said you’d gotten married in Vegas. You didn’t know her, at all, and I figured you were just thinking with your dick. She has that wholesome look that drives guys wild. But you’ve ch
anged since meeting her. I think that crap with Rochelle was a wake-up call for you, and I mean that in a good way. It scared the hell out of all of us, except for Simon.”
“I’d like it if the band could accept Honey. I don’t know that I believe in love, but I do have feelings for her. Seeing her upset bothers me, and every time Simon opens his mouth with some nasty remark about her, I just want to knock his teeth down his throat.”
Roman clapped me on the back. “Don’t worry about Simon. He’ll get what’s coming to him. I predict in the next three years he’ll be bowing and scraping at some woman’s feet, willing to do her every bidding just for a taste of that pussy. Happens to the best of us.”
“Except you, right, Rom?” I asked.
He smiled. “Yeah, except me. The perpetual bachelor.”
Dash quirked a brow. “I’m going to remind you that you said that shit when it’s your turn to fall. And with the way women throw themselves at you, I think it’s going to be soon.”
“Don’t fucking jinx me.” Roman glowered at him.
“I’ll see you guys later. I think I’m going to stop by the florist on the way home and get some flowers for Honey. I feel bad, not doing anything with her as a couple. I can tell she wants to go out and be seen with me, but it’s just too risky until the wedding is out of the way.”
“I’m sure she understands,” Dash said. “We’ll be at the wedding. Are you going on a honeymoon after? The public will expect it.”
“Fuck me. I hadn’t even thought of that. I guess I’d better stop by a travel agency while I’m at it and book a romantic vacation. Where the fuck do chicks want to go on their honeymoon?”
Roman laughed. “You’re asking the wrong guys. But since you need someplace you can get to pretty quick, and not be gone for longer than a week, I’d recommend Hawaii. I’ve heard they have some pretty romantic packages for some of the islands.”
“Thanks, man.”
Before they could talk me into hitting the pub with them, I made my escape. My car was parked at the curb and I frowned when I saw a woman leaning against the fender. She had legs that went on for days, and they were on full display. Her shorts were so damn tiny I wasn’t sure they were legal, and her tight strapless top looked painted on. I didn’t know who the fuck she was or why she was here, but I wasn’t pleased.