Fill your mouth

His words make my insides quiver. I squeeze my thighs together, feeling wetness between my legs. I have the urge to climb up on him right now and just take him deep inside me, to watch his eyes flutter closed and feel his muscles tightening beneath me as I ride him.

“Baby…” He gives a slight thrust and his cum spurts to the back of my throat, hot, thick, and salty. I wasn’t prepared for the amount of it all, gulping as I continue to suck for a few more minutes until he softens. I slowly pull my mouth off him and reach for the soda, washing it down. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, leaving a small trail of his juice on my hand. I lean back on my heels to gaze up at him.

“Wow,” I say. His cock is lying against his stomach in a small puddle of cum. I take the towel and gently wipe him clean while he watches me with a small satisfied smile on his lips.

“Come up here, you,” he says huskily. I crawl up on his lap, him pulling my legs to either side of him so I’m straddling him. The boy shorts I wore to bed last night are thin, allowing me to feel his cock pressed against me through the light material. That’s exactly what he wants as he positions my lips directly over his shaft. Grasping my hips, he pulls me forward, grinding against me. His hand rises to my neck and pulls me down for a deep, wet kiss, his tongue searching out mine.

“I want you to rub yourself on me like this and get yourself off.”

I’m already there, rubbing myself against his cock, feeling the warmth seeping through my shorts. He starts to feast on my breasts as I grind on him, sucking and licking my pebbled nipples, his hand sliding down my back to grip my ass and pull me harder onto him. His tongue is magical, fluttering over my nipples, building the climax within me.

Suddenly, he pulls my body up, lifting me a few inches off him.

I moan in protest as he holds me away from the source of my pleasure

“Do you want that?” he whispers, his tongue gliding between my breasts, and up to my neck. He sucks my tender flesh into his mouth.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. I was so close. I try to wiggle out of his hold to get my body back down onto his.

“Beg me.”

“Storm, please…” I grab fistfuls of his hair and bring his head back to mine, kissing him like a woman out of control.

“What, Evie?” He lowers me a tiny bit but still not letting my body down onto his.

“Please let me feel you.” My mind is spinning. All I want is to get back on him and feel him all over me.

He lets me down and I grind my pussy against him, so close to reaching my sweet release.

I cry out when he pulls me up again just when I am about to come.

“Shit!” I practically scream, biting my lip.

His lips curl into a deviant smile.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Evie. I want you losing your mind for me.”

I run my hands down his arms, his muscles flexed tight as they hold me up.

“Please, Storm… you’re killing me.” I put my hands to his face and kiss him hungrily, my teeth crashing against his in my frenzy.

He releases me and his hands immediately go to my hips, pulling me hard against him, sliding his hands under my shorts and squeezing my flesh. His mouth captures my nipple as I ride him, his teeth biting into my sensitive tip, further igniting the fire growing inside me.

I grip his shoulders and arch my back, losing myself in his touch, until orgasm rips through me, leaving me shuddering on top of him, panting like a wild puppy. He finds my lips and kisses me softly, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes, then rests his head against mine, wrapping his arms around me.

“That was awesome, baby. You drive me fucking wild.”

“You do the same to me.” I snuggle into him, dazed from the pleasure that wracked through my body.

He glances at his watch and groans. “Ugh, I don’t want to fly back there. I want to stay here and ravish you.”

“Can’t you stay?”

“I wish, but the band kind of needs a lead guitarist for a concert, love. So I gotta go.”

I drag myself off him and watch him get dressed. I will never tire of looking at his perfect body. I pull on my t-shirt and try to fix my long tangled hair. He looks down at me on the couch as he buckles his belt.

“I love the way you look at me,” he says, bending down and giving me a quick kiss before pulling his boots on.

“How do I look at you?”

“Like you love me.” He winks at me as he pulls his shirt over his head.

I do.

“Do you need a ride to the airport?”

“I have a rental car.”

I stand up and hug him. “I can’t believe you flew all the way out here just to see me.”

“I missed you and all the phone sex was driving me crazy. This gave me an excuse to come see you and get my hands on you,” he teases. “And you get an A plus for your first lesson. You blew my mind. Literally.”

“I’ll try to do better next time with the swallowing part,” I say awkwardly.

“You did fine. I have zero complaints.”

We walk to the front door together where he pulls me in for a big hug. “I love your apartment, baby. I’m proud of you.”

He holds up two fingers. “Two weeks and I’ll be back. Our last show is the local venue again. Will you come? You can hang backstage and meet the rest of the guys.”

I nod and smile, excited about seeing him play again. “I’d love that.”

He opens the door and leans against the door frame, looking at me. “You okay?” he asks. “With all this? Leaving him? Me and you?”

“Yes.”

“So we’re together, right?”

My God, he’s adorable sometimes. I grin at him. “Yes. You’re officially off the market, Mr. Valentine. I expect to see that on your social profiles.”

“Really? I’ll alert my staff.”

We kiss and I wave to him from the door as he drives off.

A few minutes later, my cell phone beeps with a text message:

Storm: By the way. I look at you the same way xo

Frowning at the screen, it takes me a moment to figure out what he’s saying.

My heart does a flip-flop. He’s falling in love with me, too.

Chapter Twenty

I dump the contents of the five shopping bags onto my bed and start cutting the tags off. Amy pretty much kidnapped me earlier and took me on a shopping spree for ‘sexy clothes.’ New jeans, tops, panties, bras, skirts, pumps, boots. All of it a little bit out of my comfort zone, but Amy says if I’m going to be dating Storm, then I should dress sexier when we go out or else social media will eat me.

At the time, I just rolled my eyes at her and let her dress me up like a little doll in each store, but now that I’m alone, my ol’ friends fear and panic are coming in for a visit.

Storm is kinda sorta famous. He has fans, groupies, probably a stalker or two. Once we start dating for real and go out in public, these people are going to be looking at me. Judging me. I’ve seen pictures of him online with the models and actresses. I read the comments beneath the photos, some saying they were the hottest couple, some saying she was a fat skank and everything in between. People can be brutal sitting behind a keyboard.

Soon, those comments will be about me.

Me. A twenty-six-year-old, five foot two, one hundred and thirty pound average girl who spends most of her free time with her cat. My hair color is real. I am not even close to being tan, ever. I wear sneakers most of the time (unless I’m in a blizzard, then my footwear of choice is the useless black pump.) How would his fans react to him dating a nobody?

My focus since I’ve met Storm has been on the connection we formed. How he cares for me, and how much I care about him. The way he brings me out of my shell but also makes me feel safe. How he has taught me to feel passion. The pure contentment we feel just being together, holding hands. The way we can fight and then bounce right back together.

The fear of him possibly not being able to commit always just under the surface, but there, regardless.

I really never thought about the fact I would be under a microscope with him, and I’m not quite sure how my fragile psyche is going to deal with all that. I’m going to have to talk to him about this and get some advice.

I’m nervous as hell when I pull into the parking lot of the club. Since Storm and the band all arrived together on the bus straight from the road, the plan is for me to just meet him here, and we’ll go to my place together after the concert.

I text him from the parking lot like he asked me to do.

Me: I’m here!

Storm: Awesome. Meet me at the back door, baby. I’ll be right there.

I walk around the side of the building, past a few dumpsters, to the back door. I tap on it lightly and it swings open. He pulls me inside, closing the door behind me, and backs me up against the wall, his body flush against mine. He smothers me with his body and lips, his hands tight on my waist. I drop my bag and wind my arms around his neck, craning my head up to meet his hungry mouth. Even with three-inch heels on, he still towers above me.

“Damn, I missed you,” he murmurs, lowering his mouth to my neck. “You always smell so good.” He inhales and his lips find my earlobe, sucking gently, sending a shiver through my body.

“I missed you...” I reply—my mind dizzy already.

He pulls back and grabs my hand. “Come on, I want you to meet the guys before we have to get on stage.”

We walk down a dark hallway at the back of the club, mostly lined with old boxes and garbage cans, and then he takes us through another door where a few people are hanging out, tuning instruments, drinking, and talking.

“Hey, guys, I want you to officially meet Evelyn...” Storm announces.

“Also known as Blizzard Chick, for those of you who don’t know,” Ash adds. I give him a weak smile, not sure if he’s joking or being sarcastic. His resemblance to Storm still freaks me out a bit.

Storm grins, his grip on my hand tightening. “Yes, aka Blizzard Chick. Evie, you met my brother Ash already, and my cousin Lukas. That’s my other brother Talon by the drums, my brother Mikah, my cousin Vandal...,that’s Robbie, he helps us out with shit, and that’s Jill.”