6. Scott
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Scott
H er hands roam freely over my face, neck, and beard. Followed closely by a hot trail of her hot, fluttery kisses. The sensation is so heavenly, so heady, it goes straight to my dick and has me throbbing painfully in my jeans.
There’s nothing else I’d rather do than take her straight up the stairs and have my way with her, but I force myself to slow down.
I get her in the house, set my hat on the wall hook and spin back around ready to have a whole talk about pumping the brakes and slowing down.
But when I do, my shirt’s slipped off her shoulders and she’s kicked off her shoes, peeled off her socks. Standing before me barefoot and heavy breathing, her chest heaves up and down. Very little is left to my imagination as her wet white tank top clings to her skin and outlines the firm, plump, peachy peaks of her nipples.
Christ. I’m a going to earn my place at the pearly gates if it kills me. My eyes slam shut and I curl my hands into fists at my sides. If this is how I die, so be it. I want her for the long haul, I remind myself. Not only tonight.
“Were you preparing for our picnic from scratch?” she asks, peering into the kitchen where I’d abandoned my duties chopping vegetables and whizzing up chickpeas. The place is a destructive mess with discarded lemon halves, cutaway crusts, and an array of cold cuts and cheeses set out on the counter.
“Yeah, isn’t that how it’s done?”
“I mean, I usually fill my basket from with ready-made stuff from the Country Store. This is an A-class effort.”
Right. Food. Lunch. Date number two.
Probably a good idea to start there.
I clear my throat and order my cock to stand down. Not that my lower half listens.
“You hungry?” I ask, running hand through my hair in an effort to tame it.
Her eyes flicker back to me and drop to where my jeans bulge. Her attention doesn’t fucking help my situation one iota, and I’m about to apologize when she licks her lips and smiles at me.
“I’m ravenous.”
I move toward the kitchen, but her voice stops me.
“Not for food, Scott. I’m hungry for a taste of you.”
Fuuuuck.
“You sure that’s what you want?” My voice drops to a low gravelly sound as I stalk through the narrow hallway, kicking my boots off as I go.
She bites back a smile, nodding and stepping backward. With one eye trained on me, she casts a quick glance around the layout of the house, looking for an out.
“I gotta tell you, though. It’s been a while for me. But I’m clean.”
“I am, too.” I peel my wet T-shirt off my body and toss it aside. Her eyes roam over my torso, and she reaches out to steady herself on the railing, eyes glued to my hand as it hovers above my belt buckle. “I haven’t been with anyone since my last relationship ended a few years ago.”
“So… all those stories in the magazines about you knocking boots with women after shows and while on tour…?”
I suck in a breath. “Not true of me in the last few years, but in the early years, I let the fame, the money, the indulgences pile up. But none of them made me happy. None of them inspired me or made me feel anything real or deep. Only you, my muse, made me feel any kind of way. Twisted me up inside and drove me to write song after song with you mind. Does knowing about my past bother you?”
She shakes her head no. “It actually makes me feel… powerful. Sexier. To know you could be surrounded by all those beautiful women and know that you still thought of me. That you still want me.”
“There’s no question I want you.”
“Show me,” she demands, nodding at the belt buckle under my hand. “I want to see how badly you want me.”
So I unlatch the belt and drop my jeans. Her eyes flare wide and a little gasp escapes her when I spring free, tall and proud and weeping for her.
“That bad, huh?” she whispers hoarsely as I wrap my fingers around my shaft and give it a long, slow stroke. Her eyes are pools of melted lightning as she watches, mouth open and tongue sliding eagerly along her lip.
“That bad,” I say as more precum leaks from my tip, coating my hand as I continue my slow slide up and down. My voice drops even lower as I take a step in her direction. “We should get you out of those wet clothes. You’ll catch a cold.”
“You’re right,” she says, turning to place a food on the stairs. “You should get me out of these clothes. But you’ll have to catch me first.”
Then she takes off up the stairs like a shot and I chase after her. When I catch her on the landing, she’s breathless and laughing as I haul her into my arms. Her fingers claw at my back. Her teeth nip at my neck, and every move she makes only makes my cock swell even more.
“So you like to play, huh, sweetheart?”
I toss her down on the bed and pin her place with my big body. Then I lean down and close my lips around one protruding nipple and suck her through the thin fabric until her throaty moans fill my ears, fill my room.
“Take it off,” she demands. “I want it off.”
“God, I fucking love it when you’re bossy,” I murmur, peeling her shirt off her and discarding it. I do away with her leggings next and leave her in a thin pair of cotton undies. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you, my sweet thing? Waiting for me to come take care of this pussy for you.”
“Yessss,” she hisses, legs spreading further as I slide down her body, skimming her skin and trailing kisses over the curve of each breast.
Her fingers slide against my scalp and flex in my hair as she guides me lower and I smile, nuzzling her hip and sinking my teeth into the sensitive flesh there. I yank her panties off her then, making her cry out in surprise as my fingers brush against her heat.
“Do you know how many nights I laid here fantasizing about you just like this? Spread out on my bed, wet and writhing. Eager for me.”
“Me too,” she gasps, hand sliding down between her legs. “I’d touch myself here, and think about other ways you could run your mouth.”
I let out a little laugh and slide my hand up her calf. “You want me to put my mouth to good use?”
Her eyes darken as she nods.
So I lower my head and drag it through her soaked silken folds. I gather up the sweet, sweet tang of her on my tongue and moan against her clit before giving it a soft suckle that has her hitching her hips.
Groaning, I circle her opening with my fingers and spread her arousal all over her pretty little cunt. “You taste like heaven, sweetheart. And you’re so fucking wet for me. I want this to be so good for you.” I sink a finger into her heat, watching as she gasps and pinches her nipples. “I want to make this so good for you.”
“It is good for me,” she moans, rising up on her elbows to watch me dip another finger into her tight channel. She catches her lip with her teeth and I curl my fingers inside of her, feeling her body stretch around me until her head drops back and praise falls from her lips. “You feel so good.”
“So do you, baby. Tell me what you want. What you need.”
“I need more,” she gasps, hips moving to take more of me into her tight channel. Her inhibitions dissolve in a haze of lust and she once again takes hold of my hair. “I want your mouth on my clit, your fingers in my cunt, and later, when you’re balls deep inside me, I want you to strum me like you do your guitar.”
Oh, shit.
My blood ignites at the scent of her arousal in the air, at her commanding tone, at the fraying edges of her control that has her melting against my tongue when I thrust my tongue into her pussy. She bucks against my mouth and my tenuous hold on any semblance of control snaps.
I bury my face in her, curl my arms around her thighs and haul her closer. Like a man with a singular, driving need to feast on his woman, I lap at her juices and spread her sweet, sweet need over my beard with every drag of my tongue over and around her slit.
Her breath catches. Her fingers ball into fists on the quilt covering my bed, and a hint of sheer, high-pitched desperation sounds in her voice when she chants, “Oh god, oh my god,” over and over.
“That’s it, baby. Come on, sweetheart, come for me. I want to feel you lose control.”
Then I thrust my fingers back into her and suck her clit until she comes undone. Her screams sound out over the roar of the raging storm and her thighs lock around my head as she shudders in my arms and grinds out her orgasm on my face.
When the waves finally ease, I gather her into my arms and roll us over so she rests atop me. Her hands idly move through my chest hair and lower over my belly as she works to level her breathing.
“So this is disaster date number two,” she says, leaning down to kiss me.
I pop an eye open and prop an arm behind my head as I look at her satisfied smile. “How was this a disaster?”
“I was trying to keep my distance,” she says, spreading her legs and straddling me against her heat. “Guard my heart, you know, from the big, bad sexy country crooner. And I’ve utterly failed because all I want is you inside my body.”
She slides her naked, slick sex over my shaft, and pleasure ripples through my body. I have to fight not thrust deep into her ready heat even as she notches the tip of my cock at her entrance.
My hands fly to her hips as she rises above me.
“Wait. Honey, I’m… I’m bare.”
She pauses, and pushes her curls out of her eyes. “I know you’re bare,” she admits softly. “I’m on birth control, but I want to feel every inch of you move inside me, Scott. Taking me. Claiming me.”
“I don’t know if I can trust myself to pull out if you let me take you bare.”
“I think if you can love for all these years, and you can wait so long and so patiently for me to figure out my own stuff, then I think you’re probably someone I can trust. With my body and maybe even my heart.”
I’m humbled by her willingness to finally see all of me.
So when I pull her down for another kiss, it’s to keep the big three words from spilling out of my mouth.
I love you , Kelsey .
And I don’t stop her when she lowers her hips and takes every goddamn inch of my cock.