26. Eyes Open, Sass
26
EYES OPEN, SASS
MAGGIE
Tennessee Whiskey By Austin Giorgio
I flip over on my side and pop open an eye. The only thing that makes up for having to get up so early is the nice view I have of Felix naked, holding his guitar in his lap with a pencil between his teeth. I prop my head up and watch as he grabs the pencil and writes something in his notebook. Instead of actually strumming the guitar, he hovers his fingers over the strings, lightly plucking at the notes as he furrows his brow in deep concentration.
He looks up as if he can sense me staring at him.
“Did I wake you?” he asks, casually resting his forearm on the guitar.
“No,” I respond, propping my head up and enjoying the view way too much. “I’m a little jealous of your guitar, though.” His eyes crinkle with a warm smile as he finishes his thought on the paper.
Is Felix Krasinski, famous rockstar, blushing?
He resumes that mesmerizing way he moves his fingers over the strings again and I just want to drink it in forever. As I watch him go between his guitar and his notepad, it takes me a moment to realize that I’m envisioning it as if I’m watching through my camera lens.
“You’re staring, Sass,” he says humorously without looking up from his guitar.
“I’m not staring,” I say with exasperation, but I quickly flip to my other side to reach down into my bag on the floor. “I’m ogling. There’s a difference.”
Felix chuckles. “Oh, well, thanks for the clarification.” He hasn’t looked up from his work.
“You can’t be all ‘morning hot’ and not expect me to ogle,” I counter, switching my camera on, capturing Felix in his element.
“I didn’t know there was such a thing as ‘morning hot’.”
“I didn’t know that existed either until you,” I respond because I want to see him blush again.
“You better stop, or you’re gonna give me an even bigger ego.” He raises his eyebrows looking especially cute. He finishes the note he’s writing and finally looks up. “What are you doing?” He gives me a lazy smirk when he notices the camera.
“Nothing, just documenting.” I give him a glinting smile. “Pretend I’m not here.”
“Like I could ever do that,” he volleys, his voice still so sexily hoarse. He tries picking at his guitar again but can’t seem to help looking back up at me multiple times, that adorable blush invading his cheeks. “You know you can’t use this,” he gives a nervous laugh as I zoom in and out.
“This is for my own viewing pleasure.”
I can’t believe this is my life right now. Not only do I have a hot rockstar boyfriend, but I have a meeting with an agent today.
I have a meeting with an agent today! I scream inside my head and then press my face to the pillow to suppress an actual scream.
“Thinking about your meeting?” Felix asks. The man is perfect. I can be my usual psychotic self without scaring him away.
I groan an answer.
He stands, rising to his full height and that goddamn guitar is still in the way, but when he turns around, propping it against the table, I get my favorite view. I sit up to get a better handle on the camera as he removes his glasses, placing them on the table before turning to walk toward me.
“Viewing pleasure, huh?” He rasps as he crawls onto the bed, jostling the camera a bit as he begins to lay sinful kisses along my neck.
“Felix, I’m still filming,” I breathe, feeling my body heat up.
“You said you wanted it for your viewing pleasure.” He takes the camera from me and places it onto the counter, flipping the viewfinder so I can see myself in the frame.
I’m not used to being on this side of the camera—vulnerable. I watch as he settles behind me and then looks directly into the camera, pushing my hair away so he can kiss the side of my neck. The playful smirk on his face is replaced with a lustful gaze as I meet his eyes in the camera. Sex with Felix has always been hot, but this is hot on another level.
He kisses across my shoulder and my eyelids become heavy as my mouth drops open, already feeling my nipples harden when his hand reaches around to cup me.
“Eyes open, Sass,” his rough voice commands and my eyes open to meet his again in the camera. He runs a thumb over my erect nipple, and I can already feel his cock press against my back. “I want you to see how beautiful you are when I make you come.”
My mouth falls open as he lays me back against him and his hand moves down my belly to between my legs. My insides flutter and heat slowly creeps up my neck into my cheeks. I’m mesmerized while watching as his fingers dip inside, spreading my wetness through my folds.
His other hand circles around my neck and he tilts my chin toward him. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip and then captures my mouth with his.
He looks down at my breasts while his hand cups me, lightly pinching. I watch in the camera while he licks his lips as if he’s aching to pull my nipple into his mouth.
My whole body trembles. He’s watching intently as his fingers pump into me and then circle my clit. It’s almost enough to make me orgasm right now.
He takes my mouth again in a deep kiss while his finger circles my clit. He takes his time, kissing me thoroughly, and I moan into his mouth until we break apart and he tilts my face back to the camera. My cheeks are flushed, nipples erect, body coiled tight. His lips are close to my ear, and I can barely breathe. “So fucking beautiful,” he rasps.
I watch while he brings me close to orgasm. It builds at a rapid pace, faster than any orgasm has hit me, especially when Felix’s eyes lock onto mine, the deep blue swallowed up by his blown pupils.
His name escapes on a shuddery breath as I fall apart, the walls of my pussy gripping his fingers, causing him to moan into my hair. I buck against him, tipping my head back, losing control.
His fingers slow to an almost reverent pace—he holds me against his body, his other hand pressing tight to my stomach—guiding me down. My breathing starts to return back to normal and I finally remember my own fucking name.
That just might have been the most intense orgasm I’ve had yet.
I turn around and cup his face, not sure what to do with all the emotions that are swirling around inside me. All I can do is admire how beautiful and special this man is, still aware that my camera continues to roll. I want him inside me. I want to make him come. And I want my camera to capture every moment.
He pulls me onto his lap, his erection pressing into my stomach. I can feel the wetness of his pre-cum and I lick my lips. The insides of my stomach flutter with anticipation.
“I want to watch you come on my cock,” he murmurs into my mouth as he lifts me up, notching himself at my entrance.
I slide down his length as he stretches me, holding onto his shoulders as my hair falls into his face while I begin to ride him.
My breath comes in short gasps as I dig my hips into him, making me whimper when I hit that sweet spot deep within me.
“Fuck,” he pants as I continue to roll my hips against him, his free hand pushing the hair from my face to kiss me. His mouth moves over my jaw and down my neck. “Lean back,” he instructs, and my eyes flutter open as he gently guides me. I lean back, placing my hands on his calves, while he takes my nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard, kneading my breast, moving from one to the other until I feel that familiar pull deep in my womb.
His palm rests on my chest, and he slowly drags it down my body, between my breasts and to my stomach. His gaze drops to the place where we’re joined as I continue to slide in and out of him. He wets his thumb, and when he places it against my clit, I jump. He continues to circle, bringing me closer and closer.
He knows exactly how my body reacts to him—how much pressure to apply, pressing harder when I start to come apart.
I’m so close. I slip my fingers into his hair and hold him against my breast while he pulls my nipple into his mouth again.
My mouth drops open. I’m unable to control the soft moans that escape, and I grip his hair tighter.
“That’s it, baby.” He moans around my breast, palming my ass and lifting me higher as he slams into me from below. “Come with me.”
I do as he says, letting go of control.
“Oh God,” I cry out, my hands gripping him tighter.
I feel the jerk of his cock inside me while I ride out my orgasm, slowly rolling my hips to meet his. His jaw clenches and he moans into my neck as we both ride out the waves. He slows, opening his eyes to look down at me.
“Baby,” he pants out a breath, not finishing his sentence. I take hold of his face as he closes his eyes and lowers his head to my chest.
* * *
I almost drift back to sleep, the rhythm of Felix’s steady breathing lulling me as I curl against his warm, solid chest. His hand rests lightly on my hip, his thumb moving in slow, absentminded circles that threaten to send me back into a hazy dream. But when he shifts, the bed dipping slightly under his weight as he carefully climbs out, I jolt awake instantly, missing the heat of his body.
I stretch languidly, my arms reaching above me as my muscles unwind, a contented sigh escaping my lips. Through half-lidded eyes, I watch him move toward the kitchen, his broad back a canvas of shadows and faint morning light. The muscles in his shoulders ripple with each step, and my gaze traces the ink that snakes down his arms and toward his bare butt. God, he’s beautiful. My favorite view, hands down.
My glance flickers toward my camera, perched innocently on the table. Though its power is off, my heart skips a beat, and my cheeks burn at the memory of what it holds. Secrets. Intimate, unguarded glimpses of us. The thought is thrilling, a heady mix of vulnerability and excitement.
“Breakfast?” Felix calls over his shoulder, his voice rough and warm, like honey stirred into coffee.
I groan dramatically, rolling onto my back and throwing an arm over my eyes. He’s well aware of my morning ritual. No food until I’ve had at least two cups of coffee, heavy on the vanilla creamer he keeps stocked just for me. It’s the little things he does, the quiet considerations that make my chest ache in the best way. I am one pampered girl.
He chuckles, the sound low and teasing. “Sorry. Coffee?”
I peek out from under my arm to find him giving me a crooked smile that makes my stomach flutter. “Yes, please.” I bat my eyelashes with exaggeration.
He sets the coffeemaker to work and grabs two mugs. I watch him, a grin tugging at my lips. How did I get so lucky?
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, snapping me out of my daze. I glance at the screen and groan.
Joey: You know what happens when you ignore me.
“Ugh,” I mutter, rolling my eyes as I shove the phone under my pillow, determined to enjoy my view a little longer. But the phone vibrates again, insistent. With an exaggerated sigh, I grab it.
Joey: I need proof of life or Dad will be calling you in 5 minutes.
“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath, sitting up abruptly.
Felix looks over his shoulder. “Everything okay?”
Shit. Did I say fuck out loud? “Just Joey being a goddamn cockblocker again,” I grumble, pulling one of Felix’s oversized band hoodies over my head. The scent of him wraps around me.
Felix laughs and I glare at him half-heartedly as I stumble off the bed, tripping over the trail of clothes we’d left in our wake last night. My cheeks flush as I grab my panties and shimmy into them, nearly toppling over in the process. Smooth, Maggie.
As soon as the bathroom door closes behind me, Joey’s face fills the screen. She’s smirking, her ponytail swishing as she cocks her head. “What?” I snap, not bothering to hide my irritation.
“Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the rockstar,” she quips, her tone dripping with faux innocence.
“Threatening to have Dad call me? Really? That’s low,” I shoot back, making a face at her.
“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” she replies smugly. “You don’t answer your phone, you text me back some bullshit emoji that doesn’t even make sense?—”
“Maybe because I’m busy?” I cut her off.
“Oh, busy doing your job or busy doing the rockstar?”.
I scoff. “I’m working, Joey.”
“In your boyfriend’s bathroom?” she asks pointedly, her expression a mix of triumph and disbelief.
I freeze. Record scratch. “All the bus bathrooms look the same.”
“Do they all come with a naked rockstar who delivers coffee? Because sign me up,” she deadpans.
My stomach drops. What? I glance at the screen, and sure enough, Felix is behind me, shirtless, holding a steaming mug of coffee. My pulse spikes as I slap the phone to my chest, praying Joey only got the PG-13 version of this scene.
Felix smirks, extending the mug toward me.
I take the coffee with a sheepish smile, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. “Thank you. But, uh, you might want to put that away.” I point down. “You’re gonna scare my sister.”
He glances down, mutters a curse, and then hesitates, as if debating whether to turn around or just make a quick getaway. I giggle, pointing to the phone I’m clutching against my chest.
“Forever gonna share you with Joey, huh?” he says with a crooked grin, leaning against the doorframe.
Forever. The word hangs in the air, warm and heavy, and my chest tightens. Why does that make me feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest?
Get it together, Maggs.
I give him a wide, goofy smile. “She doesn’t eat much, and she’s quiet—mostly,” I say, hearing Joey’s muffled protests through the phone.
I could definitely enjoy this view forever. I stare at him in a post sex dreamy kind of way. Fuck Joey. I contemplate dropping the phone into the toilet but that would be wrong. Plus, I wouldn’t have a phone, and I need it for my meeting later.
Felix leans in, planting a soft kiss on my lips before swatting my ass and slipping past me into the bathroom. The shower sputters to life, and I watch as he steps inside.
“Maggie!” I hear muffled against my chest.
Shit, I forgot about Joey. I hold the phone out and see her disgruntled face as I step out of the bathroom and plop onto the bed.
I sigh, exasperated. “Gotta go, Joey. I promise I’ll call you later.” Before she can argue, I toss the phone onto the counter and start pacing the kitchen, sipping my coffee in an attempt to steady my nerves.
“Maggie,” Felix calls from the shower.
I poke my head inside, steam curling around me like a veil. “Hmm?”
“Sit,” he says, gesturing to the closed toilet lid.
I’m perched on the balls of my feet, my elbows resting on my thighs as I watch the water cascade down the fogged glass.
“Worried about your meeting?” he asks, his voice cutting through the haze.
I sit up. I must be giving off massive amounts of nervous energy right now, especially since I don’t have anything to distract me.
I sigh, my shoulders sagging. “A little. He seems great—his email was encouraging. He loved my tour footage and even some of my school projects. But still…” I trail off, chewing on my lip.
“You’re talented, Maggie. He’d be an idiot not to see that,” Felix says, his tone firm, like it’s a fact, not an opinion.
“You’re biased.”
“How am I biased?”
“Because I give you orgasms, that’s why,” I quip, my grin widening when I hear his chuckle.
“Not true,” he says, his voice suddenly serious. “Maggie, you’re the most self-assured, talented woman I know.”
My throat tightens. “You haven’t been inside my brain,” I reply softly.
“Now that I’d love,” he teases.
“It’s a scary place,” I warn. “Where no man should go—not even you.”
“I think I’m up for the challenge,” he says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice, the water sloshing as he moves.
I relax slightly, setting my heels down on the tile. “I know what you’re doing,” I accuse, narrowing my eyes even though he can’t see me.
“And what’s that?” he asks, feigning innocence.
“You’re trying to distract me.”
“Is it working?”
“It was,” I huff.
“Then you should join me in the shower,” he says, his voice dropping, “so I can distract you some more.”
My cheeks flush, my pulse quickening. Maybe distraction isn’t such a bad idea after all.