Sex on a Schedule – By Arianna Quinn #4
There’s no way we’re being quiet, and everyone is right there, but unlocking my angel’s exhibitionist kink is everything right now.
Replacing my mouth with a hand, I squeeze her breast and move up to kiss her mouth.
We’re not quiet, not anymore, and I’m sure the sound of lip sucking fills the van.
The music turns up, and Emily shakes with laughter under me.
I break the kiss, and her eyes are bright, her smile wide.
Touch me, she mouths.
I search those pretty eyes as if they hold the answer to how far she’ll take this game.
Finding nothing but want in them, I bring two fingers to her mouth.
She sucks them as quietly as possible. I slip them between us, and brush the lace aside, finding her wet.
So damn wet. I kiss her sloppily as I enter her with both fingers, and she stiffens under me.
As soon as I’m knuckles deep, she grinds her hips, trying to suck me in deeper.
Holy hell, my dick begs to replace my lucky fingers.
Fuck, if we take more time, I might strip soon and plunge into her. Need Emily to come now.
“Hey, isn’t there a Padres double header today?” Voices erupt in the van, talking loudly about the game, but they fade out as I focus on kissing Emily.
Our mouths part at the same time and we pause, breathing each other in as I continue rubbing her clit and her inside wall. She buries her face in my neck, muffling her mewls as I rut into her, my cock desperate for her. It’s a fucking feat not to come in my jeans.
Her thighs squeeze my hips, and her pussy clenches around my fingers. She arches her back, and her muscles spasm, soaking my fingers. She opens her mouth, not letting a sound escape. Fuck, fuck, fuck, my balls are ready to burst.
“Pull over,” I shout as I scramble up from Emily, needing to get away from the feel of her glorious body underneath me, and forcing my breathing to level out.
“We’re a few minutes out,” Charlie calls. “Hang the fuck on.”
Emily giggles, and I try quieting her with a glare.
It’s forever until the van stops, and the second it does, I yell at everyone to get out. Emily bites her bottom lip as she watches them rush to get out as fast as they can.
“Fucker,” Tyler says, slamming the sliding door shut.
Emily’s hands are on me immediately, pulling down my zipper. I shove them and my briefs down. She climbs over me, and finally, fucking finally, I’m inside her wet, velvet heat.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe out, throwing my head back.
“Love how stuffed you make me feel.” Emily nips at my neck, running her fingertips over the back of my head.
She moves her hips, once, twice, and I release into her, thrusting hard as my toes curl and groaning like a feral animal. I almost black out from the force of my orgasm. A few weak, shivering pumps are all that’s left, and then I open my eyes and slump into the seat, spent.
I squeeze her ass cheeks. “What game are you playing?”
She cants her head from side to side. “Trying to prove a point.”
“What’s that?” I brush an errant strand of brown waves from her face.
Emily kisses my jaw and pecks my lips. “You can’t resist me, Anderson.”
She’s right. I can’t. Why the hell did I think I could?
As I study every feature of her satisfied smile and the devotion in her eyes, an uneasiness falls over me.
I can’t lose her.
I don’t know what trying for a baby will be like for us. We’re both healthy, in our early thirties, and we’ve already made James. But that was eight years ago, and Tyler and Amy struggled to conceive, eventually costing them their marriage. And I thought they were unbreakable.
“Hey,” Emily traces a finger over my left pec. “What’s wrong?”
I look around at the empty van. “Didn’t want to have this talk in the back of a van.”
“Now is always a good time.”
I take a moment to calm my racing heart and tell her we should get dressed.
We do, and she shimmies into my side when we’re done.
We’re not married yet, but we’re already a family, and committed to forever.
But is that enough? If I had my way, I’d have married Emily as soon as we said we would do this thing called life together.
She was more concerned about the kids getting used to the idea.
“Making a baby isn’t like opening up a business. It’s not a checklist to finish and bam, baby is here,” she says, threading her fingers with mine and grounding me.
She’s so damn beautiful. She’s been through this process twice. I wasn’t there when she had James, and she was married to Ryan when they had Victoria. I can’t wait to experience this with her.
I cover her hands with mine.
“Maybe we shouldn’t.” The words don’t feel right, but the worry takes over and there’s no way I would ever risk losing Emily.
“Shouldn’t have sex in a van with the guys in it? Too late.”
“You asking for a spanking?”
She sucks in her lips and lets them go with a pop. “Maybe.”
I kiss her. I kiss her like this is the last kiss we’ll ever share. The irrational fear is there, present, drawing me deeper into it. My heart punches against my ribs.
Emily sighs as she breaks away. Tucking her knee under her and facing me, she says, “I found out why you refused my offer of shower sex this morning. I took it as a challenge, trying to see if I could break you.”
“I’m never trusting Charlie with anything again,” I say with no real threat.
“We’ve talked about this, but haven’t really made it real.
We’ve kicked the can down the road for good reasons.
Now that it’s settling in how much I truly want this for us, how invested I am, I can’t help but think of Tyler.
They tried for two years, and look where it got them.
Divorced. I don’t want that for us. I don’t want one of us to say we want this, only to regret it later, and walk out like my mother did to us. ”
Fuck, the back of my eyes sting. Fuck.
Emily cups my jaw with gentle hands and lifts my head up.
She waits for me to look at her, and says, “I’m not Amy, and you’re not Tyler.
And you’re not your dad and I’m not Caroline, either.
We have what it takes to make it, no matter what.
I’m fighting for us. I have to fight my own fears all the time, but you’re there for me.
For us. And when we start really trying for a baby, it might happen.
But if it doesn’t, then we talk about it. We are in this together.”
“When do we start?” I ask, and Emily focuses on a spot over my head.
“I haven’t decided where I’m at. I… I’m scared, too.
What if…” Her eyes tighten in frustration.
“I know, logically, you’re never leaving me, not if you can’t help it, and I’m not talking about breaking up.
The thoughts are still there, about what if it’s too much and you choose to dive into your music, ignore us, or what if you get so busy you can’t get to us?
I know it’s not real, but I’m waiting for my emotional heart to catch up to my logical brain. ”
Holding the back of her head, I bring our foreheads together. “Do you think it ever will?”
Emily
Sex in the van was the hottest ever. I’d feel worse about seducing Derek after his confession, but if we start this month, we have time to create a sex schedule. We both have our fears, but we can get through them together.
“No,” I answer simply. My love for him and the love he gives us is enough. And that outweighs my fears.
“I love you,” he says, kissing me thoroughly enough that if we hadn’t just had amazing sex, or wouldn’t be late for a show, I’d be begging him to fuck me.
“And I’m going to be singing on stage, feeling you inside me,” I waggle my brows.
“I love your dirty mouth. But if you keep talking like that, I won’t be able to walk onto the stage.”
“If we stay in this van until show time, maybe you can spend your time fulfilling the promise of my spanking?”
“How about I spend my time filling you up?”
I shiver with a fresh tingling sensation, like I’m ready to go again.
“You like that idea,” he murmurs in my ear.
“Just so you know,” I pull at the front of his t-shirt, bringing him closer to my lips. “I will always like that idea. Always.”
I give him a quick peck, and he pulls me back in to make the kiss last.
Did I deserve Derek’s forgiveness for the mistakes I made? I don’t think so. But him being here, loving me, and giving me everything I ever wanted, is more than I could ask for. When we break apart, I know one thing for certain. I’m going to fight for our love forever.
There’s a rap on the window, and we know our time is up.
Trina, the band’s incredibly competent assistant, leads Derek and me through the fray of crew, artists, and staff milling about in the designated backstage area.
They are all here to make Rise LA happen.
Squeezing Derek’s hand, I point out some bands and artists I recognize.
Of course, Derek already knows the members of Country Blue, and I keep my cool as Derek introduces me.
It’s a massive show with an incredible lineup, and we don’t have time to talk with all the acts, like Blackened, Hush, Shady Grace, Ryan Wells and the Travelers, Shook, Sam’s Song, Black Velvet Machine, and Untamed Coaster.
When we run into all four members of Broken Wing, I squee like a teenager.
Trina and Derek both raise a brow at me.
Do they think because I’m a part of Derek’s world and I have one of country’s top duets out with him, that I’m used to meeting people I admire?
I don’t know if ever will get used to being with someone famous.