16. A Respectable Girl
16
A RESPECTABLE GIRL
MAGGIE
Fake Love By Cemetery Sun
I hit the side of Felix’s bus, my hands tangled in his hair, his tongue in my mouth. If I were a groupie, I might have fucked him in the SUV, but I’m a respectable girl. I deserve a bed, or a counter, or maybe even the table. I’m not picky at the moment.
“Why do you have to have such nice hair?” I ask between kisses, gripping the thick, dark strands. It’s like silk between my fingers, a stark contrast to the rough stubble on his jaw that grazes my skin.
“Same reason you have such a tight ass,” he groans against my neck, his breath hot and hungry. His hands are strong, confident, as they grip my waist, pulling me closer. “It was made for me.”
I raise my eyebrows, holding his face in my hands. “I can deal with that.” I kiss him again, feeling the smile on his lips. I’m in a Felix-induced haze, all my rules thrown out the window. I’m not the girl who sleeps with the rockstar, but holy fuck, he’s a good kisser. I couldn’t pull away even if Pepe, the annoying little skunk, decided to return and take up residence in the trailer.
Felix reaches past me to unlock the trailer door, and I’m relieved to be inside, away from prying eyes. The dim light casts long shadows, painting the small space with an intimate glow. We practically fall through the door, Felix pinning me to the wall as I grab the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin.
“Take your shirt off,” I demand, my voice steady despite the butterflies in my stomach. His eyes flash in the dim light, a wicked gleam that sends a shiver down my spine.
“So, you just want me for my body?” he asks, his smirk annoyingly handsome. He knows the effect he has on me, and it’s infuriatingly hot.
“Yes,” I admit, smiling wide.
“I can live with that.” He swiftly pulls his shirt off, carelessly whipping it over his shoulder. My eyes trace the lines of his muscles, the tattoos that tell stories I want to know. He grabs hold of my waist and sets me onto the counter.
I’m so surprised by the ease with which he handles me that my hand slips, knocking a bowl to the floor. The sound slices through the darkness, a sharp interruption to our heavy breaths. “Shit!” I laugh against his lips.
“Are you going to tear apart my bus?” he asks, lifting his eyebrows. His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder before a storm.
“Is that a problem?” I widen my legs, letting him in further, my hands pushing through his hair.
“Not one fucking bit.” He kisses and nips down my neck to the soft spot just under my jaw, and I’m a goner. His touch is electric, setting my skin ablaze. I’ve wanted to run my hands over the hard muscles of his chest ever since I saw him with his shirt plastered to his skin from the rain—maybe even before that.
I struggle to get my shirt over my head, our lips breaking apart just long enough for me to toss it to the floor. The clasp of my bra snaps free, and I hold the material between us for a moment before letting it fall. His eyes slide from my face down to my bare breasts, and it feels like a physical touch, a caress that leaves me breathless.
“If all I had to do was kiss you to shut this smart mouth of yours, I would have done it sooner,” he murmurs, his lips barely feathering mine before he works his way down to my breast, pulling my nipple into his mouth, the action making me breathless.
“Felix?” I ask, pulling away just enough to see his eyes as he looks up at me. “Are you gonna keep talking or are you gonna take me to bed?”
I’m rewarded with a sexy smirk.
“All you had to do was ask.” He lifts me off the counter, folding me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. I laugh uncontrollably as he smacks my ass, the sting a delicious contrast to the softness of his touch. “Felix!” I squeal, feeling like a ragdoll in his arms. “Are you a fucking caveman?”
He tosses me onto the bed, and I bounce on the mattress, giggling. “Baby, you have no idea.” His arrogance is so hot. If I thought the way he moves on stage was beautiful, it’s nothing compared to the way he stalks toward me now. A shiver runs through me, wiping away my nervous laughter. I scoot back on the bed as he slowly crawls over me, careful not to press the full weight of his body on mine.
“Fuck, Maggie,” he rasps, his voice like gravel. The sound of it makes me clench, my body aching for him. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this—how much you drive me crazy?” His greedy expression sets my pulse racing.
I’ve never felt more wanted by anyone in my life.
I like that he’s thought about me, because he’s occupied way too much of my mind. Before he continues, he asks, “Are you on something?”
“The pill,” I respond, watching as he breaks away just long enough to retrieve a couple condoms from the drawer beside the bed.
My eyes widen while my stomach does a flip.
“I’m always careful,” he breathes, setting the condoms down on the mattress beside us. His eyes rest on my stomach, and it flutters on the inside like the wings of a butterfly. I lift my hips as he pulls my shorts down, leaving me in only my panties, squirming under his gaze. Our earlier laughter is a distant echo as the room feels heavy.
He brushes a thumb along my seam, and by the smile on his face, he can feel the wetness that’s pooled into the material. I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. His hands explore my body further, mapping out every curve and dip. The way he touches me, it’s like he’s trying to figure out what I want, how to please me.
His fingers brush the side of my ribs, and I involuntarily squeal, pulling away from him. “You’re so ticklish,” he laughs, reaching for me again. His laugh is infectious, a deep rumble that vibrates through me.
“Stop!” I giggle, trying to roll away from him, but he holds me fast.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he groans, the vibration of his voice blanketing my body. I smile up at him as he pins me to the bed. “What are you gonna do, rockstar?” I taunt, blinking.
He gazes down at me, his forehead against mine as his hair falls in his face, and a wicked smile plays on his lips. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
That’s a promise I hope he keeps. “Cocky fucking guitar players,” I murmur, pulling him to me. But he rolls me onto my side, slipping his hand into my panties and between my legs. His fingers glide easily through my wetness, and I moan loudly, rolling my hips against his hand. He slips a finger inside, and when his thumb grazes my clit, I buck against him. “Oh God, Felix.” I roll my hips harder against him, wanting him inside me. “Don’t tease me,” I moan, not caring how needy I must seem. Normally, I like foreplay, but I’ve thought of nothing but Felix fucking me all day.
“You’ve been teasing me for weeks, Maggie,” his lips barely feather mine. “Beg me,” he husks out the order, withdrawing his hand.
I’ve never begged for sex in my life. I’ve never had to. But I like this game more than I’m willing to admit, and I need him in me before I spontaneously combust.
“Please,” I whisper through clenched teeth, feeling him smile against my lips.
He rips the condom wrapper open. He pulls my leg up over his hip, notching his cock against my entrance. He fuses his mouth to mine as he thrusts inside, swallowing the gasp that comes from how much he’s stretching me.
“Are you okay?”
I nod my assurance, and he crushes his lips back to mine. He stills, hissing, before rolling his hips and then moving at a faster pace. His hand palms my breast, his raspy breath against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Fuck, Maggie,” he says. “You feel better than I imagined even with the condom.”
He imagined what it was like to fuck me.
The thought sends a thrill through me, a heady mix of desire and power. This is the most fun sex I’ve ever had. His strokes are hard and long. The coiled muscles of his back tense beneath my fingertips as he satisfies the ache between my legs over and over.
His hands and his mouth explore my body while I grip onto him like he’s a buoy in a surging storm. We toss and turn, a tangle of sheets, legs, and arms while he fucks me. My lips find his, swallowing his heavy breaths, the tension rising until I feel like a rubber band ready to snap.
“You’re close,” he whispers in my ear, proving how much he already knows my body. Each thrust is more intense than the last, and I can tell by the slackness of his jaw and the intensity of his breath that he’s almost there—ready to break apart just as I am.
“Yes,” I whisper back, because I’m right there. I’m on the brink. Felix’s mouth captures my cries as my orgasm crests, his hips pumping harder, driving us both through it. He pulls away to catch his breath, groaning into my neck as he slows, while my body catches up to my brain.
As we lay there, our bodies entwined and our breaths slowly returning to normal, I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction and contentment. Felix’s weight on me is comforting, his skin slick with sweat. He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, then my neck, before finally finding my lips.
We share a slow, languid kiss, a stark contrast to the frenzied passion of moments before. I run my fingers through his hair, smiling.
“Well, rockstar,” I murmur, “you certainly know how to put on a show.”
He chuckles, the sound a low rumble in his chest, and I can feel his smile against my skin. “Only for you, Maggie,” he whispers, and in that moment, I believe him.
“How about an encore?” I tease.
“Fuck,” he laughs. “Just give me a minute.”
* * *
We sit on a blanket with our backs to the cabinet. An assortment of food is splayed out before us, a colorful still life bathed in the soft glow of the trailer’s dim light. Felix’s hair is a mess, a dark halo around his head, and his eyes sparkle as he holds a piece of fruit in front of me.
“Sorry I don’t have any of your junk food,” he smiles, and the way his lips curve makes my heart flutter. “This is a grape, and they do not taste anything like the grape flavored Jolly Ranchers you eat.”
“Real funny,” I snatch the grape from him, holding it between my teeth. His eyes are on my mouth, and I can feel the heat of his gaze as if it were a physical touch. When I swallow the grape, I fake a gag, and Felix laughs, a deep rumble that vibrates through me.
“I have a feeling that’s not far from the truth,” he says between fits of laughter, which is infectious, and I find myself grinning like an idiot. This is so not what I expected when I barged in on Felix this morning and dragged him to go sightseeing but I’m not hating it. I’ve watched him on stage for the past few weeks, filming every move, every smile—but when his full attention is on me his rockstar persona pales in comparison.
“I’ll have you know that I eat plenty of fruits and vegetables,” I snark. He drags me onto his lap, his strong hands gripping my waist, and runs a hand under the shirt that I stole from him. I can already feel him getting hard again, his cock pressing against me, and my stomach tightens in anticipation. When he lifts the shirt over my head, exposing my skin to the cool air, I’m a goner. He lowers his head to take my nipple in his mouth, and I moan, the sensation shooting straight to my pussy. I want him all over again.
“I’d kill for some ice cream right now,” I say as I tip my head back and close my eyes. What he’s doing feels way too good, and I’m finding it hard to think straight.
“Would you rather have ice cream or me?” he murmurs around my breast, and if he keeps doing that, I just might forget my own name. I press my lips together and pretend to think about it. He releases my nipple and looks up at me with a questioning gaze.
“What? I’m very hungry,” I tease, and he flips me over on my back as I giggle. The blanket is soft against my skin, and Felix’s body is hard and hot above me. He pulls his sweatpants down just enough to give me a view of his very large and very hard cock. My mouth waters at the sight, and I can feel my stomach clench in anticipation. He rips another condom wrapper open with his teeth, the sound sending a shiver down my spine and yet I want to know what he feels like without any barriers. I might not be able to take it.
“I’ll ask you again,” he says around the wrapper still between his teeth, leaning over and pressing his erection against me, hitting that sweet spot that will get me to agree to just about anything. “Is it ice cream or me?”
I wrap my legs around his waist and push him onto his back so I’m straddling him. His expression is a perfect storm of surprise and longing. I run my hand down his chest to his abs. His skin is smooth and hot, the muscles taut beneath my fingertips. I grab onto his cock and slide down onto him, feeling that familiar stretch as he fills me. His eyes close, and he lets out a groan that sends a thrill through me.
“Can’t I have both?” I ask while I start to ride him. His hands slide up and down my body, cupping my breasts and then tugging at my hips, coaxing me to move deeper.
“You can have anything you fucking want, Sass,” he says, his voice low and thick with desire. When I tilt my head to look at him, his mouth is open, his brow is furrowed, and the shadow of his lashes crest the tops of his cheeks. He’s beautiful like this, lost to me, and it makes me ride him harder.
“That’s it, baby,” he says with a breathy whisper, “fuck me.”
I ride him hard, the friction causing my orgasm to build faster. His fingers dig into my flesh, pushing and pulling until he can’t restrain himself anymore, and he lifts his hips to meet me. I’ve had more delicious orgasms tonight than I can count, and I’m about to have another when Felix sits up to press his lips to mine. He flips me onto my back in one smooth movement, fucking me so fast and hard that I can already tell I won’t be the same in the morning as my orgasm slices through me.
I pull him down to me, slipping my fingers through his thick hair recklessly, and cry against his lips. His hair falls over his eyes as his movements slow, and his mouth slackens against mine while we deepen the kiss.
“Jesus, Sass,” he smiles and captures my bottom lip.
I laugh softly into his shoulder. “Well, that was a close second to ice cream,” I murmur, feeling his chest rumble with laughter.