by Regina Wade
There’s an electricity in his blue eyes, a spark of something. It’s the same thing I’ve been running from since I first met him. It’s the look that’s scared me, made me keep my distance from him. It’s also the same look that turns me on, sends a deep throbbing ache pulsating in my pussy.
Intensity.
“You were right, Beth.” Brash nods at me. “Love is about compromise. I saw your notebook yesterday and realized that Rori deserves her quiet, fairy tale wedding just as much as Reed deserves the party of the year.”
He catches me off guard with that proclamation. I don’t know what changed in him overnight, but I suddenly feel like I’ve just won a long-running war.
“You mean it, Brash?” I set the delicate mug on the side table before shoving a handful of hair out of my eyes. The developing headache is already forgotten as my mind races forward, already filling in every detail to make sure Rori and Reed’s day goes off without a hitch. “We’ll have the wedding at the chapel’s rose garden instead of at the bank building?”
“Compromise, Beth.” Brash takes a lock in between his hand, letting the strand fall between his fingers before tucking it behind my ear. It’s a simple gesture, but it sends a slow, seductive shiver through me. “We’re going to do both.”
His thumb traces the shape of my bottom lip. It’s a slow, back and forth motion. I feel a corresponding tug along the sensitive lips of my pussy with each slow sweep of his digit across my plump mouth.
So many pieces fall into place for me at that moment. I realize, without a shadow of a doubt, that Brash is going to make Rori and Reed’s wedding extraordinary. When he held me close inside of that helicopter and told me that I could trust him, Brash didn’t just mean when it came to heights. Or flying death traps. He meant with all the important things. I can see that now.
Which is important. Because I consider my virginity a pretty important thing.
“I need you, Brash.” It’s not much more than a whisper against the side of his neck. “I need you to touch me right now.”
“Beth,” he holds me at arm’s length for just long enough to look directly into my eyes. His deep voice is even rougher than usual, gritty with need and strained with anticipation. “Be sure. Be absolutely sure, love. Because once I start I won’t be able to stop touching you.”
I take a deep breath. It feels good. Liberating.
“I don’t want you to stop, Brash. I want you to touch me.”
Chapter 6
Brash
Too late. My time has come. Send shivers down my spine, body’s aching all the time. — Queen, ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’
Beth is every bit as sexy as I imagined. As I pull her top off over her head and her breasts come into view, I’m rendered utterly speechless.
She’s cutely bashful, hiding herself behind one arm, giving me a bit of a small smile.
“You are absolutely gorgeous, love,” I grin at her, but she just shakes her head.
“I’m sure you’ve seen better. I’ve seen how many bras get thrown on your stage,” She says, but I shake my head.
“No. Trust me, there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in the world,” I let my hands slip down her arms, cupping her tits in both hands and gently massaging them.
All her worries about comparison seem to evaporate under my touch. She leans in, moaning, and I bend down to press my mouth against the top of her cleavage.
I wasn’t lying. Her curves are utterly spectacular. My cock is already ready to burst out of my trousers, and we’ve barely gotten started.
Beth coos appreciatively as I work my lips around one hard nipple, teasing her with my soft tongue. I lick and suck in turns, making her hiss and dig her nails into my shoulders.
“That feels so good, Brash,” Beth moans, leaning into my touch.
“It’s about to feel a lot better, love,” I keep working my way down her body, kissing my way along her smooth porcelain skin.
Beth’s eyes go wide as she glances down at me, alarm and panic all over her face.
“Brash, no one has ever…” she trails off, but I keep kissing my way down her stomach, sinking to my knees to tug down the shorts I let her borrow to sleep in last night.
“No one has ever what? Made you feel good?” I ask, grinning up at her as I expose her panty-covered pussy to my eyes for the first time.
God, she’s so fucking sexy I could bust right now.
“Um,” she starts, but I press my face against the smoothness beneath her plain cotton knickers, breathing in her scent.
All week we’ve been dancing. She took two steps back and I’d pull her in towards me. We both knew where it was leading, knew we were going to end up tangled on my bed, bathed in morning light. The reality of seeing her here, though, begging me to touch her, is so much hotter than I could have imagined.
“You’re so sexy. You taste so good everywhere else, I can’t wait to taste this pretty little virgin pussy.” I bite the waistband and begin to peel her panties down her legs.
Beth is still in shock, but she moves to give me better access. I lift up one of her legs, resting her foot on my shoulder before I press my face into the crux of her thighs.
I push my mouth against her, enveloping her completely. She gasps, her knees already going weak as I suck and lick every inch of her womanhood. I part her lips with my tongue, pressing my tongue against the tight entrance hidden there.
“Look at me, Beth,” I lean back, wiping my mouth with the back of one arm. She looks at me across the expanse of her body, her big green eyes dark with lust.
“I’m going to eat this gorgeous little snatch until you come all over my face. I want to taste every drop of you. Then I’m going to claim you. Make you mine. The way I’ve wanted to since I first laid eyes on you.”
Beth stares down at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly, gorgeous breasts heaving under the force of her own rapid breathing.
She swallows once, licking her lips before nodding.
“Yes, please,” her words tumble out with her gasps as I move along her sensitive skin, finding the best places to press my tongue against her.
I love myself in the act of bringing Beth pleasure. It’s wholly subservient, but I’ve never felt so masterful, so in control. Ten thousand people screaming my name doesn’t make me feel as powerful as feeling Beth moaning it.
“Brash,” Her voice is strained, needy. I don’t pause, don’t slow down, don’t let up in my assault against her flesh. I skim one hand up her inner thigh, pressing my fingers between her lips as my tongue circles her clit.
“Oh god, yes, Brash, lick me, oh yes —” she screams, her hands fisting in my hair, dragging my mouth harder against her.
Then Beth can’t even make sound anymore, her mouth open wide in a silent scream as the pressure against her g-spot and clit is too much. I feel her release, the flood of her juices coating my fingers. I move my mouth down, lapping up every drop greedily.
“Fuck me you taste so good,” I lean back, licking my lips as I look up at Beth. She’s slid halfway down the bed, both legs on my shoulders now.
Her mouth opens, but I shift my grip, pulling her back against my mouth, robbing her of whatever she was about to say.
“Oh, fuck!” Beth swears, throwing her head back as I dive back in, licking and working my fingers inside her, ramping her right back up to the edge of another orgasm and shoving her right over. Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow, hair whipping back and forth blindly across her eyes.
“Yes, Brash, yes!” This time Beth finds her voice, and it’s every bit as gorgeous as any rockstar I’ve ever met. One of her hands comes off of my body, scrabbling at the bed for purchase.
The second is even stronger than the first. Her thighs clamp down around my ears so hard I can't even hear her crying out, only feel it. The vibrations are enough to let me know that anyone within a mile knows that Beth Baker belongs to me.
Anyone in earshot might know, but now it’s time for Beth to become mi
ne.
I need this girl. I need her now.
I unbuckle my belt, dropping it and my trousers to the floor. The sound of my buckle hitting the floor startles Beth out of her orgasmic coma. I see her snap back to reality with a vengeance, her eyes going wide as she glances at my nude form.
“Holy shit you’re huge,” she gasps. I grin at her a bit cockily.
“Getting cold feet now, love?” I tease as I grip myself in one hand, stroking it up and down the length of my cock. It’s a long stroke.
She shakes her head, green eyes blazing with need.
“No. I meant what I said, Brash,” she whispers. “I need you. Now.”
I kneel on the bed between her thighs, smiling down at her.
“And I meant what I said,” I growl with need.
“I’m going to make you mine.”
Chapter 7
Beth
London calling to the faraway towns. Now war is declared and battle come down. — The Clash, ‘London Calling’
Brash’s voice is liquid sex.
It’s always been enough to rev my engine. I can remember listening to him in my car, one hand on the wheel and the other between my thighs. Laying awake at night in bed, his rough, ragged voice making every single sound orgasmic.
That was before I met him, of course. All of that changed after I decided I couldn’t risk my tentative new leaf on a bad boy like Brash Knight. As it turns out, there was no sense in fighting
I almost have my third orgasm in five minutes when I hear him tell me he’s going to make me his.
I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to my mouth. I kiss him with every ounce of pent up frustration.
“Take me, Brash. Please. I need it so much,” I whimper. It’s a sound I didn’t know I could make, full of whining, pleading, and begging.
I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want Brash inside me, and from the look in his eyes, he feels the same way about me.
“God, you’re just so fucking’ gorgeous.” Even his dirty talk is a sexy croon, almost musical in its quality. It sends shivers racing down my spine where they hit the flames radiating from my pussy and blaze up. Everything he does just throws more gasoline on the inferno burning deep inside me.
An inferno that only one thing will quench.
I slip one hand down his body, moving it over his ripped physique. Brash doesn’t work out, but he works himself hard. I’ve seen him perform, jumping up and down the concert stage for hours at a time, sweat pouring down him. He’s cut in a way that would make the average gym rat insanely jealous.
I trace my fingers down him, wrapping them around his shaft. Gripping him, pressing him against myself.
“Hey, easy there. We’re in no rush,” he whispers against my lips, but I shake my head, grabbing his hair with my other hand and pulling his face far enough from mine that I can look into his eyes.
His brilliant blue eyes are so painfully sexy they could get a table to spread its legs. I hesitate under the intensity of the lust in them, but only for a second.
“Brash, I don’t want to wait. I need this, and I need it now. Please. Fuck me like you want to. Fuck me like we both need it. Don’t hold back, don’t slow down, don’t stop. Please.” I shudder against him. I can feel the warmth pouring off of his cock, the heat of him matching the raging bonfire that is my pussy.
I can see the effect my words have on him, the way his breathing changes, his nostrils flaring under the sudden strain.
“Beth, you can’t say things like that. Not when we’re like this. I need you too much. I’m trying to go slow for you, love, but —”
I tighten my grip, yanking his lips down to mine, kissing him with every ounce of passion I can muster before breaking it one last time.
My eyes lock onto his. I gnaw on my bottom lip, giving him my sexiest look.
“Don’t. Don’t go slow. Rock me, Brash.”
He groans, his hands moving down to my hips, my legs, spreading them. Spreading me wide beneath him. I wrap my legs around his waist, my ankles locking in the small of his back, pulling him against me as hard as I can.
The head of his cock presses into me, slipping up and down my lips before finding purchase. I bite my lip, aware of what’s coming next.
I give him another nod, wrapping my arms around his torso, clinging to him with all of my strength as he begins to push into me.
It happens fast. One moment I can feel the strain, and then a brief flash of pain, and then his cock is halfway inside me and nothing has ever felt so good in my entire life.
I open my eyes to see Brash looking down at me, nothing but concern writ large on his face.
“Are you ok?” He asks. It’s sweet, but it isn’t what I need. It’s not what I crave.
“I told you, Brash. I need you to fuck me.”
His hands find mine, stretching them up above me, pressing them against the headboard. Brash stretches me, and I’ve never felt so naked, so exposed in my life. The way he looks at me makes me feel like I’m the sexiest woman in the world.
He’s told me enough times, maybe it’s finally sinking in that for him, I am.
Our fingers weave together and I shift against him, lifting my hips, giving him more access.
“If I go hard, Beth, I won’t last long,” he groans against me. I grin up at him, my cheeks hurting from the size of it.
“So we’ll take it slow next time.” I kiss along his shoulder, tasting the salt off his skin.
Then I’m gasping as his hips flex and he’s suddenly bottoming out inside me. I feel the impact of it in my teeth, and then I’m just hanging on for dear life as Brash powers into me. Each thrust is the perfect blend of agony and ecstasy. I’m spiraling out of control within half a dozen strokes, his body wringing every drop of pleasure out of mine as easily as his fingers pluck a chord.
His cock throbs inside me. I didn’t realize how alive it would feel, and that more than anything else convinces me that this isn’t just another pleasant daydream or fantasy. This is the real Brash Knight, really taking my virginity.
Really looking at me like he’s never seen me before.
I pull his mouth to mine, murmuring against his kiss.
“Fill me up, Brash. Give it to me. I want you to mark me as yours,” the words come surprisingly easily to my lips. I wanted to be sexy, to push him over the edge, but only once I’m saying them do I realize I mean them with every ounce of my being.
I really do want to be his. I’ve always wanted it, wanted him. Even when I wouldn’t let myself dream about it. Even if it’s just one night, I’m going to give in to every single one of my deepest, most indulgent fantasies.
With a loud, sexy groan Brash shudders against me, slamming his hips into mine and filling me. I can feel the pulse of his cock as he comes undone in my arms. I squeeze my legs around him, pulling him in just that tenth of an inch deeper, urging him to give me everything he has.
For once in my life, I know exactly what I want with crystal clear precision.
Chapter 8
Brash
She’s not at all impressed with the flames or the flickers. But take her for a walk on the moon as she wears slippers — Pink Floyd ‘Dark Side of the Moon’
“You know, this is already the longest relationship I’ve ever had,” I say against the softness of Beth’s back. We’re pressed against each other in the oversized clawfoot bathtub.
Beth doesn't turn around in my arms, so I can’t see her expression, but I can hear her disbelief.
“No way. I don’t believe it.” Confusion drips off every syllable.
I chuckle. “It’s true. I mean, I’ve had my share of groupies chasing after me, but I’ve never settled down with someone. Hell, I thought that’s just how I was wired. You know, one night of fun? Ships passing in the night. I didn't think love was in the cards for me.”
Beth relaxes back against me.
From beyond the open bathroom door, I can see a trail of printouts and
documents strewn along the bedroom floor and on the comforter of my California King bedspread.
Funny, I’ve already come to think of it as our bed. Like everything in my life, it’s all been separated into one of two columns— before Beth and after Beth. Only one makes me happy any more.
For the past five days, we’ve done nothing but each other.
Oh, there was preparation for the wedding. I had a show. Something about wrapping up a world tour. But I don’t remember any of it. All I remember is Beth. Her sexy striptease in my dressing room. Pinning her up against the wall and fucking her right up to the second I had to walk out onto the stage.
‘So, what? I took your girlfriend cherry?” Beth asks teasingly, sliding one smooth leg against mine.
I kiss her shoulder, letting my hands drift down lower beneath the water.
“Yes. That’s exactly what I mean.” I grin at her as she twists around in my arms, eyes sparkling with amusement.
I groan as her tits brush against my chest. The feeling of her softness against me is almost too much to bear. I’ve never had a low libido, but Beth has shifted it into gears I didn’t know existed.
“Well, I just hope you don’t get bored with me too soon. I’m enjoying this, even though I know it won’t last.” She leans in to kiss me, but I stop her.
“Woah, who said this wouldn’t last, love?” I ask, confused.
She frowns at me. Even her frown is cute, her nose scrunching up in a way that makes me want to scoop her up and kiss her silly.
“Well, I mean. After the wedding, you’re going back on tour, right? Which leaves me to— I don’t know. Join the work force, I guess. Assuming I can find anything. ” She makes a face at the last bit, clearly not looking forward to more fruitless job hunting.
“Beth, baby, I mean,” I wait for her to look up at me. “I thought it was a given that you were coming with me. We should do some traveling. And you can do anything you want. I’ve got enough money for both of us and then some.”