CHAPTER 7
LANGSTON
Stealing glances at Cove and watching her blush has become my new favorite thing. To her credit, she’s been trying to keep it professional between us when we’re in the studio. I understand why, but my cock is begging for some relief and every time I look over at her, I want her more.
It’s been difficult not to touch her again after feeling her pussy squeeze my fingers last night as I made her come all over them.
Fuck, that was hot. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than her falling apart for me.
As I shift in my seat, she glances at me out of the corner of her eye, but she won’t really look at me fully. “Songstress,” I taunt, “why won’t you look at me?”
She makes a humming sound as she cuts her eyes in my direction again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she insists.
“Liar,” I coo as I lean toward her slightly.
The way she huffs and bites her bottom lip makes me want to strip all of her clothes off before pulling her underneath me. I want to make her writhe for me. I know her body will beg me to bury my length inside of her without words.
“Whatever,” she mumbles and stares down at the notebook in her lap.
I reach over and pull it away from her and place it on the table before I grip her hips and pull her onto my lap. Her back is stiff, and she sits as straight as she can. I want her to melt into me.
I run my nose up and down her neck, breathing her in. It calms something in me.
“This is where you belong, Songstress,” I murmur against her skin. As I start to plant kisses on her neck, she shivers in my lap, but she doesn’t relax. “What’s wrong?”
When she started to play with her fingers, I know she’s nervous about something. I need to know what it is.
“Talk to me,” I coax her.
“Um,” she stalls, “I don’t know what to say.”
“Come on, Cove,” I try and soften her to get her to share with me. “Something is on your mind. You can tell me.” I swallow hard, worry seeping into me. “Do you regret what happened last night?”
“No?”
The way it sounds more like a question than an answer sets me on edge. My body stiffens, fear gripping me hard. She must notice because she looks at me, her blue eyes big and round as she takes in my expression.
When she cups my jaw with her hand, her delicate fingers running over the scruff of my beard, I relax a little in her hold. I can’t help myself when I lean into her touch.
I never really liked it when random women tried to get too close and touch me too much. It felt like I was being pawed at and used, but when Cove touches me, it doesn’t feel that way at all.
“This thing between us freaks me out a little bit,” she admits softly. I sit quietly and wait, hoping she just needs a moment to collect herself. “You’re used to,” she pauses and takes a deep breath before her words rush out of her, “a certain type of woman and I very much doubt I fit that mold.”
I scrunch up my face, not understanding at all where this is coming from. She fidgets in my lap and it’s almost too much for me to bear because her luscious ass is rubbing against my aching cock.
“Songstress,” I murmur softly, “you’re the woman I want. I don’t know what kind of woman you think I’m into, but when I saw you, I wanted everything about you instantly.” I run a hand down her side and over the curve of her hip. “I want all of you. You’re so damn sexy.”
I lean in and nip at where her shoulder and neck meet. Feeling her shudder while sitting on my lap has me almost losing control.
“I just need you to give me a chance, a real chance,” I urge her.
Her blue eyes come up and meet mine. The way she’s looking at me makes me want to shy away from her, afraid for a moment that she’ll see too deep inside of me, but I know I can’t cave.
When I can’t take it anymore, I lean toward her and kiss her softly. The moment our lips touch, I’m a fucking goner. I plunder her mouth, tasting her until I can barely breathe, let alone think anymore.
“Let’s go for a walk,” I suggest.
The way Cove screws up her face tells me everything I need to know about what she thinks of my suggestion. She starts to shake her head slowly, but I can see the way her eyes light up at the idea.
“We can’t. We need to keep working on this song,” she tries to sound stern as she makes a sweeping gesture with her hand.
I give her a squeeze. “We’ve been working on this song and the other ones we’ve finished up.”
She lets out a groan and buries her face in her hands, “But this one has been harder.”
“Maybe that’s because you, we, need a break,” I suggest.
Before she can protest further, I lift her up and then stand along with her, entwine our fingers, and pull her out of the studio. She tries to put up a fight, but it’s half-hearted at best. After slipping on some shoes, we step out of the mountain mansion and take a deep breath together.
I can feel my woman instantly relax and I’m right there with her. Try as I might, I can’t even begin to hide the smug grin. When she glances over at me and notices, she lets out a soft snort.
“Don’t even start,” she grumbles, but there’s a smile in her voice that makes me feel like I’m floating in the clouds dotting the blue sky above us.
I feign innocence, “Start about what?”
She just shakes her head as I lead her along the edge of the clearing around the house. It’s peaceful out here, and the view is breathtaking. I never spent a lot of time in the mountains and always thought I was more of a beach person. Now, I’m not so sure.
The longer we walk, the more tension leaks from both of us. Being out here, with my woman, feels right. There’s something reverent in the air around us and I’m not too dumb or blind enough to ignore it.
“It’s beautiful out here,” Cove muses and I nod with her words.
I hum in agreement, not wanting to break the peace between us or give her a reason to push me away. The need to feel closer to her, to claim my woman properly, is almost impossible to ignore. I thought we made progress last night, but then she was acting all professional today.
I might understand, but that doesn’t mean I particularly liked it.
Maybe I need to look into buying a little bit of property out here so, no matter what happens next, we’ll have somewhere to go to get away. I know now, without a doubt, that Cove is meant to be mine and I won’t be letting her go.
It’s only when Cove’s steps start to slow that I gently turn us around and head back. Her eyes are so damn bright as she takes in everything around us, and she doesn’t realize where we’re going until we’re at the foot of the porch.
“Oh,” she pouts, “is our walk done?”
I flash my woman a smile and pull her against my body before she can stop me. When I bury my face in the crook of her neck, the last of the tension in my shoulders falls away.
Home. This woman feels like home.
I’m not sure how it’s possible, but I’m not going to question it and I’m not going to fight it. Not anymore.
I can’t.
I murmur against the sensitive skin of her neck, “Are you hungry?”
The way her body shudders has me forgetting about food as my cock lurches behind the fly of my jeans. Her hands slide through my hair, and I move my jaw causing my beard to rub against her skin. A gasp leaves her lips and I’m fucking lost to the sound.
My hand slides down her back to grip her ass and pull her even tighter against me. I’m sure she can feel just how much I want and need her.
“Ravenous,” she breathes out.
Something breaks inside of me—the last of my control and restraint crumbling under the intensity of the connection between us. I lift my curvy songstress easy in my arms and her legs, thick and long, wrap around my waist.
“I know exactly what I’m hungry for,” I growl as I move up onto the porch and then back inside.
My strides are long and sure as I take her into the room I’ve been staying in, and I don’t stop until I’m laying my woman down on the large and ridiculously comfortable bed. Cove’s blue eyes are dark with desire, her pupils dilated, and her body strung tight.
I grunt, “You want this?”
“Please, Langston,” she moans, “I need you.”
Fuck.
My hands are shaking slightly as I reach back and pull my shirt off. The way her eyes roam over my chest has pre-cum leaking from the tip of my dick. It’s straining and throbbing, needing to be buried inside of her.
She licks her lips and I’m fucking done. I clench my jaw as I reach for her. There is nothing gentle about my movements as I strip her bare.
When I’m done, I step back and take in the sight in front of me. “Fucking beautiful,” I rasp, pink tinting my woman’s cheeks.
She doesn’t shy away from my gaze, doesn’t try to cover herself up and hide from me. It makes pride thrill through me, like the perfect note in the perfect song.
With my jeans still on, so I don’t bury myself in her right away, I start at her ankles. I kiss up one leg and then the other, switching between them so I can taste as much of her as possible. Anything less would be a fucking crime.
The way she twists and moans, writhes, and pleads, makes it difficult to go slow. I don’t dive between her thighs when I reach her dripping wet pussy and the way she tilts her hips and lets out a frustrated breath tells me that she’s not happy about that.
“Don’t worry,” I soothe her, “I’ll make sure you come so hard that you see stars and feel colors.”
Cove giggles, but the sound turns into a gasp as I suck one of her nipples into my mouth, my hand covering her other breast and tweaking that hardened peak. Her body arches as her hands slide down my back.
Everywhere she touches me feels electrically charged and I shudder at how good it feels. “Need you naked,” she pants. When I look into her eyes, they’re pleading with me. “Need you inside of me,” she moans. “I’m on birth control and clean.”
How I get undressed without moving away from the warmth and plush curves of her body, I’ll never know. My hips settle between her thighs and my length is met with the slick wetness of her pussy lips. It’s pure fucking torture.
“I would never put you in danger. I’m clean and you better fucking believe that I’m burying myself in you raw,” I grunt.
As I hover above her, our eyes lock. Something deep, something lasting, passes between us. It burrows into my marrow and entwines us together forever. Pulling my hips back, my cock slides against her clit and my woman’s breathing goes choppy and needy.
I grip the base of my dick and find her entrance, but I only push the head inside of her. The pleasure that passes over my woman’s face as her eyes squeeze shut is intense and has my heart pounding in my chest. Everything in me screams to bury myself deep, but I wait. Cove’s eyes flutter open and burn with desire along with promises of a richer future than I deserve.
“You’re mine, Songstress,” the words are husky and backed by a resolve I’ve never experienced before.
“Yours,” she breathes.
With our gazes locked and promises in our hearts, I surge forward and fill her with one, hard thrust. She’s so fucking tight and wet around me that my body locks up to stop myself from filling her with my cum far too soon.
As I start to move, Cove matches every thrust and roll of my hips. We move as one, climbing together. Our moans harmonize, a crescendo of pleasure the likes of which I’ve never felt before.
“You take my dick so damn well,” I praise her, and her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink.
“Langston,” she keens, “harder, please.”
I start to power my hips with every thrust, giving her everything she’s asking for and more. It’s a frenzy of desire, barely restrained while holding so much more than carnality. It’s better than anything I’ve ever felt before.
Better than any night I’ve had while drunk or high.
Better than being on stage as the roar of the crowd and their adulation washes over me.
Being with Cove is the realization of a dream I never even knew I had. But now I do.
And I’m never letting her go.
“Need you to come,” I grit out through my teeth. “Coat my cock with your sweet juices then I’ll give your needy pussy all my cum.”
My woman’s back arches as I reach between us and pinch her clit. The way her walls clamp down on my shaft has my vision going white and my entire body tingling. The burning in my lungs as we come together reminds me to take a breath as my ears start to ring.
We’re both panting harshly as we cling to each other and float.