47. Talon
Talon
She leaps into my arms, kissing me, and I don’t give two shits about the rest of the group standing around. She’s happy, and I think she’s officially forgiven me for all the shit I put her through.
“You’re a softie,” she says.
“Only for you,” I respond, and Gemma awws . Gag me.
Cin laughs and releases her legs from my waist, hoping down to her feet, “so when do we go?”
She’s bouncing on her toes, eyes wide, and biting her lip.
I look at Kel and Logan, and Kel laughs, “get on with it. We’ll get yer bags.”
Cin squeals and shoots for the elevator, Gemma in tow. They’re giggling and talking about the band members. I didn’t know Gemma was a fan, then again, I don’t know too much about her at all.
“They’re going to be ridiculous tonight, aren’t they?” Banks asks, and I nod. But it’s worth it to see the excitement on Cin’s face. How fucking happy this makes her.
Back in the lobby, Griffin double-checks with Kel and Logan about security while we usher the girls into the SUV’s. When he joins us, we take off to the venue. What I didn’t tell her was that Fern got us early access so we can get to our seats before the crowd starts to arrive.
The arena is loaded with cars in the lot and people standing in lines outside when our SUV’s pull up to the curb. I slide out and help Cin, gripping her hand, I pull her close to me and kiss the corner of her mouth.
“You’re going to stay with me at all times tonight,” I warn, “even the bathroom, we go together, okay?”
She nods, smiling and vibrating with energy.
“Cin–” I start.
“I promise!” She shouts and plants a kiss on my lips.
Threading her fingers through mine, she pulls me around the vehicle toward the line, and I have to pull her back. “We’re not getting in line.”
She looks at me with twisted brows, but allows me to lead her to where the rest of the guys and Gemma wait at another door. Griffin opens the doors, and an attendant greets us with a pass around her neck, declaring her staff.
“Follow me,” she says after I show her our tickets. Cin’s eyes are everywhere, like she doesn’t know where to look. The stage comes into view, and it’s huge. Drums are on an elevated platform with the Young Decay logo on the bass, and various instruments are set up and waiting to be played.
The space she leads us to is roped off, which makes me feel a bit better about all the people at the doors. Griffin is speaking to one of the security guards, and the attendant leaves. Cin and Gemma are taking pictures, and making faces at the camera.
I can’t keep my eyes off her even if I wanted to.
People begin trickling in, all varying levels of interest, and I slide up behind Cin, wrapping my hands around her waist. She snaps a picture and looks at it smiling.
“Well, I guess we’re official,” she laughs.
“We’ve been official since the night in my bedroom when you told me you were going to crack me open.”
She smiles, “worth it.”
We kill time by chatting and getting snacks. Cin keeps asking Kel all kinds of questions about where he grew up, if he misses it, and when he plans to return for a visit. This girl’s heart is way too damn big for her chest, and goddammit, I count myself a lucky bastard for getting the piece that I have. After a while, as the crowd filtering in slows to a trickle, and we are nearly at show time, Cin’s giddiness is palpable.
The noise is deafening, and the lights start to dim. Cin and Gemma scream with the crowd as the first band takes the stage. They play a few songs and exit. Smoke and fire blast from the stage as Young Decay comes out.
Cin’s eyes are glued to the stage, where a tall, thin guy grabs the mic. He ramps up the crowd as the rest of the band gets ready. The screams get impossibly louder, and I eye the guys. They all have varying faces of shock and awe as they watch the women in the crowd lose their shit.
Cin leans back into me when they start to play her favorite song, Pieces . She sings along to every word and even cries at one point. It’s strange, but the utter merriment makes me want to kiss her face off.
When the band sings their last song, the maniac on stage jumps into the crowd, and they carry him around in an arch, returning him to the stage once again.
Everyone is still screaming and chanting as they leave, and we stand there letting Cin lead. She watches the stage, pure hope written on her face that they’ll come back out. They don’t, and after a few minutes, she turns to me and wraps her arms around my shoulders.
“This was the best experience of my life,” she says against my lips, and I take the opportunity to kiss her, swiping my tongue into her mouth and deepening the kiss. She breaks away to look at me, “thank you, Fish Boy.”
“Anytime, Spice.”
Back at the hotel, we get settled without a problem. Kel and Logan let us know there is no unusual activity in the hotel and to have fun.
Gemma grabs the cake for Cin out of the fridge and puts candles in it, lighting them and bringing them over to the living room, where Cin settles into my side. She laughs as Gemma brings the cake over, and we all sing Happy Birthday.
Badly.
At one point, Henry starts to attempt opera.
“Make a wish,” I breathe into her ear.
She closes her eyes and blows out a breath, extinguishing the candles. Gemma brought forks, and we all dig into whatever side we can get. We let Cin pick a movie and watch it as we enjoy all the junk food there is.
Chips, soda, candy, all her favorites.
Soon, everyone but the two of us has gone to bed. It’s well past midnight, yet Cin’s still buzzing with unshed animation.
The credits for the movie roll, and I turn to her. Her eyes roam my face before she leans in and kisses me. She tastes of sugar, and I can’t get enough; gripping her hips, I pull her onto my lap. She adjusts herself so she’s straddling my legs.
Her mouth opens on a breath, and I eagerly swipe my tongue in to tangle with hers. She’s grinding her hips down onto my cock, and I find myself lifting up to give her the friction she seeks.
“I love you, Talon.” Her hands grip the sides of my neck, and she stares into my eyes. “I’m not sure when it happened, or if I really ever had a choice, but I do. I love you, and I forgive you.”
Her declaration sends my heart into overdrive, and I lose the ability to form words. Instead, I slam my mouth into hers, digging my fingers into her hair. Gripping her ass with the other, I put everything I feel into this kiss.
I don’t remember the last time I told anyone I loved them and meant it. In true Cin fashion, she doesn’t give me the time to get all tied up in my head, surprising me with her next words.
“Take me to bed, Talon,” she purrs into my ear, and I sit back, watching her face for any sign of doubt.
“Cin,” I plead, “I don’t trust myself not to hurt you.”
“Hurt me, Fish Boy,” she grips the sides of my face, “hurt me like you’ve never hurt me before.”
Her lips find mine in a quick kiss, and she stands, holding out her hand for me to take. Her eyes are deep pools of honey that make me want to dive in and never come out. So I stand, taking her hand and letting her lead us to the last bedroom down the hall.
She shuts the door and backs me into it, kissing me with so much conviction that I have to swallow a deep breath when she lets me go and saunters over to the bed.
Slowly, she starts to undo the buttons on her shirt, exposing her tan flesh inch by glorious inch as I stand with my back against the door.
Bringing my knuckles to my lips, I bite them to keep myself rooted in place, she’s fucking stunning, and the way she’s undressing for me makes me want to ravage her. But knowing this will be her first time, I’m hesitant. I don’t want her to regret doing this with me, to feel like I took something I shouldn’t have.
Her hands push each shoulder strap down, exposing her breasts. Her nipples shrink into hard knots that I want to suck into my mouth and bite. I want to mark them with my teeth, brand her with my every being.
“Fuck, Cin,” I falter, almost taking a step in her direction, “I shouldn’t.”
“Would you like me to beg?” She tilts her head, exposing her scar, and starts slowly pushing down her leggings.
My cock strains against my jeans, and I bite my lip so hard I taste blood. Her pussy is freshly waxed, and her skin gleams in the soft moonlight that pours into the room. She’s standing there, naked and waiting for me to make up my mind.
And I want nothing more than to fucking wreck her in the best possible way.
“ Please , Talon,” her voice is like a siren song, and I can’t stop myself from pushing off the door. Like a magnetic force and nothing can separate us, my hand slips around her neck while the other grips her plentiful waist.
She throws her head back, exposing her throat and scar. I kiss her there, trailing open-mouth kisses over the scar that was meant to kill her.
Her breaths are heavy as my hand moves up her side to her breast, where I pinch and pluck her nipple. She captures my lips on a moan, and if I wasn’t so gone for her already, I would be now.
Squeezing her neck, I break the kiss, “I’m going to worship you, Spice, and you’re going to love every second of it, but if it’s ever too much, I need you to tell me, okay?”
Gasping, she nods, and I walk her the two steps it takes to get her to the bed, laying her down and running my hand down her middle. Throwing her legs apart, I kneel, inhaling at her wetness and bringing her heels to rest on my shoulders.
She’s fucking dripping, placing my thumbs on either side of her, I spread her apart further so I can lightly tease her clit with my tongue. She damn near leaps off the bed at the first swipe, and I chuckle.
“Talon,” she moans my name, and my dick leaks at the sound.
“Shhhh, baby,” I breathe against her exposed pussy, “I’m going to lick you until I’ve had my fill, and you’re not going to cum on my face until I’m done, understand?”
Nodding vigorously, she agrees.
I waste no time, attacking her clit with my tongue, circling the bundle of nerves there and sucking. Notching a finger at her entrance and swirling it in her arousal before slowly working it in. She wiggles and makes these breathy sounds that I want more of.
Moving my tongue over her, I crook my finger, finding the spot that makes her meowl. She pants, breaths coming in short gasps as she moans, “Talon,” she whimpers as I pad the spot inside of her that pulls a choked moan from her.
“No, I’m not done yet.” I bite out as I savor every swipe, knowing she will shatter if I give her any more stimulation. With a smirk, I reach up and pinch her nipple hard .
“Now, cum for me.”
That sets her off, and with one more stroke of my tongue, she starts shaking and squeezing my fingers. Her moans are soft, like she’s trying to hold them back. When I look up, she’s got her hand over her mouth.
“No, baby, I earned those sounds. Don’t you dare hide them from me,” I rumble, removing her hand from her lips.
She gulps down air, eyes heavy with pleasure as I remove my fingers from her tight cunt. Running my fingers over the mess I made of her, I stand and lean over her body to kiss her. Letting her taste herself on my tongue.
Deepening in the kiss, she pulls me fully on top of her, clawing at my shirt. I let her pull it off me, exposing my chest to her. She plants kisses on my neck, below my ear, and whispers, “fuck me like you hate me, Fish Boy.”
My breath stalls in my lungs, and I shake my head, “you don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I do,” she argues softly, “and I want you in the only way I don’t already have you.”
Her words pull at everything in me, she knows I love her, even if I haven’t said the words. That alone makes me want to fuck her stupid.
Trailing her hand down to my jeans, she palms my cock through the denim, and I lose my battle.
“ Fuuuuck. ”
I let her unbutton them and push them down as far as her arms can reach.
I arch a brow at her efficiency in removing both my jeans and boxers at once. She laughs and kisses me again. Using her feet to push the fabric the rest of the way down to my ankles so I can kick them off.
“I’m gonna need my jeans,” I murmur in her ear.
“I’m on the pill,” she mutters back and fuck me. I’ve never been inside anyone without a condom, but goddamnit, the way she’s looking at me with all the trust in the world, I want to.
“Are you sure?” I ask, “I’m clean, and I’ve never had sex without a condom before.” I want her to know she can trust me.
She holds the sides of my face, making sure I’m looking at her when she says, “I trust you. Give me everything you have, Talon.”
I’ve only ever gotten two fingers into her, so I know she’s tighter than anything I’ve ever fucked before, including my fist.
I’m going to ruin her.
She is going to take my dick in one stroke, even if it rips her in two. “Promise me you’ll tell me if I get too rough,” I beg, only for her.
She nods and kisses me, reaching down to grip my length and place it right at her entrance, so close I can feel the heat coming from her. I have to take a deep breath before shifting my hips quickly and sliding my cock all the way inside her pretty pussy.
It’s so fucking tight, and her gasp makes me feral, so I pull back and push in again. Allowing her a little time to adjust this time.
“Breathe, baby.”