Chapter 11 #2
“You mean when I get back to my band that’s splintering?
” I sighed and stretched out on my side.
This wasn’t a fun topic either. “I don’t know.
I could try to start my own thing, but honestly, that doesn’t appeal—starting over, I mean.
We worked so hard and for so long to get the band the attention we wanted.
I love what we’ve built, and I kinda feel like anything else would feel like a cop out facsimile.
I don’t get why Leif would just chuck it all for his own ego trip.
He’s already the lead singer—what else does he fucking need? ”
Saylor shrugged like I’d made her a little uncomfortable. Maybe I was yelling a bit at the end of my tirade.
“Sorry. Still pisses me off.” My fingers traced a path in the sand on the edge of the blanket.
“And I don’t know what’s going on with Gio.
He hasn’t returned any of my texts. Beau is wrapped up with his new bride.
Ryker has also gone underground, so I don’t know what the fuck is going on with him.
Everything’s just gone so fucking nuts.”
Saylor laughed humorlessly. “Tell me about it.”
“You have your own place figured out when you get home?”
She shrugged. “I stashed my stuff at Paige’s place before I left. I might move in with her. I’m definitely not staying at our old apartment since his bookie knows where that is.”
“Paige sounds like the smart and safe move.”
Saylor moved her shoulders restlessly. “My mom is still pressuring me to make up with Trent. She’s sent me a few texts.”
“Even after what happened? She knows why you broke up with the asshat, right?”
“Oh, she knows. She just thinks it’s a temporary slip up. That’s what she called it—a slip up.” Saylor scoffed. “I don’t think owing money to the Russian fucking mafia is a slip up.”
“He owes the mafia?” Fuck, that was bad. Like really, really bad. Those guys didn’t fuck around.
She shrugged. “He had a Russian accent and said something about the Bratva. So yeah, we’re very much never, ever getting back together. No matter what my mom thinks.”
“Fuck yeah, you’re not.” I rolled onto my back and tugged her down on top of me. “You’re mine, baby girl. No take-backsies.”
“Mmmm, anything you say, Daddy.” Saylor nuzzled into my shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around her. “Christ, I’m a sick, sick fucking man. The way it gets me every time you call me that. I’m definitely going to hell.”
“Mind if I ride you on your way down?” Saylor asked with a naughty little smile.
“Fuck, that’s hot. I need to touch you.” It was a struggle, but I eventually got all the wet fabric wrapping around her tight, little body free while she tugged my swim trunks down.
But before I could begin worshipping her gorgeous body, she shimmied between my legs and nuzzled my dick against her cheek.
I seriously didn’t think there was a better sight on god’s green earth. If I could’ve taken a picture, I would’ve.
Then she licked her way down my shaft to swallow me whole, and I wasn’t capable of much thought after that. Fuck, she was good. Licking. Sucking. Humming. It was all I could to not blow my load all over her gorgeous face.
But I had the promise of a long-held fantasy to experience. “As fucking fantastic as you are at blowing me, baby, I gotta stop you.”
Saylor grumbled as I pulled her up my body and onto my chest. “But you were almost there.”
“Exactly.” I grunted. “And you promised me bareback. Unless that’s off the table now?”
She blinked in confusion then shook her head.
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” I kissed her quick and hard even as my hands wandered over her body. I found with one touch that she was already soaking wet. “Ah, baby girl. Did sucking me get you all hot and bothered?”
She writhed against me, rubbing her hardened nipples against my chest. “Yes, I was thinking about your big, hard dick and how it’d feel inside me. And then I was thinking about watching you stand over me and jacking off all over me. And maybe you make me lick it up after.”
“Fuck, baby, you gotta stop talking if you want this to end the way I want it to end.” Her words got me all jacked up.
I pulled her body into place until her hips hovered over my straining dick. She rested one hand on my chest while she guided my dick with her other, her hand small and cold against my throbbing erection.
Fuck, I was going to come before I was even inside her.
But I also couldn’t look away.
It was everything. The sound and sight of the ocean behind her. The total otherwise stillness around us. No one for miles. And Saylor’s gorgeous naked body hovering over me.
If this was a dream, I definitely didn’t want to wake up yet.
And then she slowly sank onto me.
Wet warmth gripped my dick. It was so much more than anything I’d thought. Not to overstate it, but it felt like a religious experience. This, this right here, was everything. Everything I wanted. Everything I didn’t know I needed.
Saylor’s eyes burned down at me, and I reached up to cup one of her tits. My thumb rasped against the tip, and she clenched around me.
“Fuck.” I groaned.
Then she started riding me. Her tight, wet, fucking amazing pussy gripping my shaft. Up and down. It was the thing of fantasies. Her gorgeous breasts bouncing above me. Her tight, little pussy taking my dick so good. Her beautiful face tight with need.
“Fuck, baby girl. You’re taking my dick so good.” I reached down and flicked my thumb against her clit. I was so close, I needed her to come with me. I couldn’t lose it before she did.
Suddenly, she slowed her pace. Her tits still jiggled with her slight motion, but it was the expression in her eyes that held me spellbound. So intent. So emotional.
I reached up and tugged her down to me. I had to kiss her. I had to let her know that I felt it too.
Then I totally took over, thrusting into her from below. I was so close, and I could tell she was too. Her little whimpers and gasps were driving me insane.
My balls tightened and just as I went over, I felt the tightest, harshest grip around my dick ever.
Saylor’s screaming moan made birds in the trees behind us take flight in a sudden rustle of noise. But I didn’t give a shit. I pumped my cum into her, totally lost in the sensation of her pussy gripping me tight.
She collapsed onto my chest, totally limp.
My heart thundered in my chest, and my breath left me in huge gasping pants.
“Fuck, baby. I think you almost killed me.”
She didn’t say anything in response, but I felt her smile against my chest.
As I held her close to me, I had a thought that but for her pills we could’ve made a baby just now.
And oddly, it didn’t terrify me. Once upon a time, it was the one thing I was determined to make sure would never happen.
Back then I didn’t have the time, attention, or energy to take care of a dog, let alone another human. But now…
God.
Now I think I wanted to go all in on Saylor Tate.
I just had to figure out how to convince her that I—unlike her ex—was a good bet.