Chapter Eight
Devin
Nothing comes without sacrifice.
I am willing, no I am wanting to, sacrifice everything for my rockstar Debi. Whatever she needs, whatever it takes to put her back in one piece, it will be me giving it to her. It took one look at that woman who claims to be a mother to understand all the missing pieces of the puzzle I’ve been putting together one piece by piece since we met.
Leading the way inside her place, locking the door after us, I do not stop until we get to her bedroom. Debi is still shaking. I was for a long time too. Hearing that woman talk to the woman I love the way she did…and knowing she had always done it, that she had dug those scars into Debi that I am trying to heal set me off.
“What…what do we have to talk about? My lovely birth canal? That piece of trailer trash I barely survived?”
Taking an unsteady breath, I set her gently on the edge of the bed. Kneeling on the floor in front of her, I let that breath out before I carefully choose my words. They will set the tone for the rest of our relationship. For the rest of our lives if we can agree we’re lasting well past summer.
“That woman is not you,” I stress the words. “Not you, Debi. You will not become her. Not because of me. Or Jenna. Not even because of Purple Hearts. Because you are everything good, everything brave, everything true in this world. I was drawn to you because of that. Because of how you looked at that girl at the fair with the same admiration in your eyes that she stood there gazing at you with.”
Debi’s pink mouth starts to smile before I slide my hands up her thighs, hooking my fingers in her panties. I smirk as her breathing comes faster, her gray eyes going dark when I spread her thighs. When my hands pull at her skirt, pulling it down and off, I am filled with such adoration, such lust, such deep, true love, I can hardly breathe.
“Uh…uh, yes. I d-don’t want to be that. I never wanted to be anything like she was.”
“No more talk tonight about mom or dad. They wouldn’t want to know about what I’m going to do to you tonight. I will show you how you belong to me. The way I belong to you. That never changes. It never will. Not if you show me all the deep ,” I hum, kissing her left thigh as I spread her open. Then I kiss the left, licking the cute strawberry birthmark I love. “ dark parts of you. I told you I want all of you, I fucking meant it, baby.”
“All of me?” She whisper-moans, falling back on her hands as I lick a path up her thigh slowly.
“All of it. Your sass, your loud laugh, that sweet half smile I get out of you. You’re pretty pussy,” I groan, pressing my mouth against the damp folds, my tongue coming out to lick her open. “Those pretty tits, that hot as fuck mouth, and…even that tight ass. I want it all. You going to give it all to me, baby?”
“Yes, yes, I will. I do. I have. I want you, Devin. Nothing else. No one else. Not the stage, not the music. I just want you. Please, baby, please.”
“Don’t you know, rockstar? You’ve had me from the start. From the moment we got on that Ferris wheel, where I still am. On top of the world, with you talking about how we don’t want to grow up. Because we were doing it alone. Now we don’t have to. We have each other.”
“Yes,” she moans as I wiggle my tongue over her clit. “Yes, yes, baby. Oh…Devin, please, please, don’t stop. I love your mouth. I love it.”
Grinning smugly, I lick the sticky cream off her wet, pink folds, sucking noisily at her clit. Her thighs tremble as I lift them atop my shoulders. I kiss each one before I go back to work. I eat her as if I am starved for her pussy. And I am. I always am. Always will be. I stuff my tongue inside her tightness, and she gasps, pulling at my hair as she fucks my face.
“Oh, oh God. It... it’s right there…yes, yes, baby!”
Biting down on her swollen clit, I fit my mouth over her juicy pussy. Debi comes hard, shouting down the house as I fuck my tongue into her tightness. I need to soften her, I need her ready to take me, to take all of me as deep as I can get inside her.
“Lie back. Open that pretty mouth for me,” I demand, standing and stripping my own clothes off. Before she obeys me, she pulls her top off, nearly ripping it in her haste. Yeah, baby, I’m that needy too.
“Devin, come here, I want to taste you the way you taste me. Come, use my mouth the way I know you want to,” she purrs, popping her pink mouth open, sticking her tongue out as I fist my stiff cock.
Standing at the edge of the bed, I pull her so she lies horizontally across the end. Her head hangs off one corner, her perfect body glowing in the dark moonlight. Pumping my cock, I press the swollen crown to her lips before pushing in just a little. Her hot little tongue is there, flicking at the tip, swirling to tease me, flattening to let me push deeper.
“That’s it, that’s my rockstar,” I moan, palming her tit, rubbing the nipple till it is stiff, pulling at it, twisting it, feeling how she moans around my cock. I pump my hips slowly, staring down at the hot scene she makes lying there bare, her tits bouncing as I pump my cock down her throat.
“God, you’re so fucking hot. You’re mine, Debi. You belong to me. This perfect, wicked mouth. That sweet pussy. It’s all fucking mine. Nod your head while you choke on my cock, baby.”
Debi does as I command, her head bobbing as I piston my hips. Tangling my fist in her hair, I lift up, pinning her whole body beneath me. I fuck her mouth, loving how wet she makes me, how she sucks harder, hollowing out her cheeks. When she takes me until she gags, her tongue flicking at my sac, I almost blow down her pretty throat.
“God, I don’t want to waste a drop. I want it all inside you. Come here, baby,” I growl, hooking my arm around her waist to lift her against me.
I crawl across the bed, hoisting her against me, until I can lie her down. Watching her squirm beneath me as I settle between her thighs makes my body ache with need. I need to take her, to have her, to claim her. I waited long enough. We both have waited long enough.
Grasping her legs beneath the knees, I tug her closer. Reaching between us, she wraps both hands around my jutting cock, pumping it slowly, working the mess she made up and down the length. Angling my hips, I press the tip to her pussy, slowly pushing in. Stopping, I wait until her eyes come to mine, pleading , pleading.
“Nothing between us,” I pant the words as I hold her gaze. “Not ever. If I have babies, they will be your babies. Do you get me?”
“Yes, I get you baby. I…I want it. I want babies with you. I thought I could not do it…I can with you. I will with you.”
“You can do anything with me, Debi. I will always be there, I will never let you down, I will never hurt you, and I will never, ever want to change who you are. Because who you are is what I love. Do you get me?”
Staring up at me as her lip trembles, she nods. Nodding too, I bend close to cover her mouth with mine. As I push inside of her for the first time—first time for both of us—I never stop kissing her. I lick at her whimpers, and I kiss at her cries. I savor her moans as I start to move, and I the pleasure takes over for both of us.
“So good, baby, it’s so good. I love how wet it is, how tightly you grip me. I never want to be anywhere else but deep in this pussy. It’s mine. It’s fucking mine,” I growl, picking up the pace, fucking her harder, forgetting about being gentle, about why I waited for so long.
Beneath me, she moves too, circling her hips a little, her breath coming faster and faster. She claws my back, marking my skin with welts. Her teeth bite my shoulder, drawing blood she bites so hard when I rub her clit, wanting her to feel just the pleasure, only the pleasure.
Hiding my face in her neck, I whisper words that make no sense. I tell her how good she feels. How much I love it. How much I love her. I moan about how I love her little hip twists that draw me deeper inside of her. I beg her to come again, grunting about how good it feels when she chokes my cock.
“Come inside me,” she purrs in my ear, legs locked behind my back, forcing me deep inside, right where I want to be.
“Take it all, take it,” I grunt against her throat as I pump my hips slower, dragging my cock in and out of her tightness. Pushing back in, I want to be sure my cum gets where it belongs. I groan as pleasure pounds down on me like a rainstorm. Debi comes again as I pinch her clit, loving how she milks the length of my cock, taking every drop of me.
Rolling off of her, I draw her across my chest as we both recover. I comb my fingers through her dark hair, pressing my lips to her forehead. We’re both out of breath, skin sticky with sweat, but we still cling to each other. I brush her hair back from her face, staring at her in the moonlight.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper as I search her gaze. “I call you my rockstar but it’s not what makes you so beautiful. It’s those eyes. I saw it that first night, Debi. Sitting up on that Ferris wheel, I saw you. How you look at the world, how you gazed up at the stars. You said you did not want to grow up, but we can do that together.”
Popping her head up a little, she smiles down at me, pressing her palm to the side of my face. I turn my head, kissing the inside of her wrist. Then I kiss each finger, lingering the longest on her ring finger. Just thinking of having my ring on that finger, my baby in her belly, it changes everything.
Debi moves slowly, moving to straddle me. Seeing her sitting atop me, back arched slightly, her soft, round tits sway as she rocks against me, I am breath taken. She is mine. The rockstar is mine. That wild, neon bright woman who gets on stage and captivates an entire room.
All the parts of her are mine. The sweet girl who wanted to go to the arcade and the skate rink to feel like a kid again. Who smiled down at that young girl with pride in her gray eyes. The broken girl whose mother left her with deep, empty scars that I will spend the rest of time fixing for her.
“Devin,” she hums in that melodic voice, rocking slowly, teasing me. “You asked me what I want to be when I grow up, do you remember that?”
“Course I remember it. Do you now know?”
“Yes, took a hint from a friend. I want to teach, Devin. Music. I love it so much, but I don’t know if I always want to be Rockstar Debi. I meant all the things I said about it being fucking metal that you’re a teacher. I want to be that kind of metal.”
Smiling up at her proudly, I nod my head. Seeing her with that girl, with fans at her shows, and even how she is so gentle with Jenna while she is pregnant, I know she would be a good teacher. Her passion for music comes alive once she gets on a stage, I can see her passing that sort of passion on to students who need the escape the way she needed it.
“Want to be a boring teacher with me, rockstar? Writing up lesson plans instead of writing songs? Going out on field trips instead of tours.”
“Oh, I love field trips,” she teases with a laugh, still circling her hips as she rubs herself against my aching shaft. “We could sneak off and hook up at a field trip. God, it would be so bad to fuck the hot teacher,” she whimpers, her pace picking up, her pussy wet as it rubs all over my cock.
“How about you fuck him right now? Because if I don’t get inside of you, I’m going to keep you after class and come on these pretty tits.”
Debi moans as I sit up to close my mouth around a nipple. At the same time, I lift her, letting her grasp my cock. Rubbing it against her slit, she guides me inside, both of us moaning as she sinks down slowly.
“Oh. Oh, yes,” she moans, falling against my chest as she rolls her hips to take me deeper. “Yes, I want you to come on me, teach. On my face, on my tits, in my pussy. I want it. Give it to me,” she cries.
Slowly she starts to bounce, planting her hands on my chest as she rides me. I grasp her hips, digging my fingers into the plumpness of her round ass. Her clit rubs against the base of me each time she drops and in minutes, she is shaking as she starts to come.
“That’s it, Mrs. Hollis. Come on my cock like a good girl.”
Slamming her down, I come with her, jerking inside her as she slams her mouth to mine. I rock a few times, wanting to fill her up. We kiss until it turns to lovemaking once again. It is as if we’re making up for lost time.
We spend all night making up for every single moment we lost—and we will have the rest of our lives together to make up for any other lost moments.