Forbidden Ballad - Rock My World (21 page)

We are both flawed.

Just two people, trying to make their way in the world, and discovering who we are with each other.

I take him into my mouth again. He tastes musky and salty, but it’s delicious, and I suck him from root to tip, lingering on his swollen head as my fingers gently fondle his balls. I can tell Leo enjoys this, because he gasps and bucks his body hard, his fingers knotting in my hair.

“Oh!” I cry out, enjoying the way he grips my head. I let him control the pace and depth for a few moments, my small moans of pleasure vibrating around his solid mass.

I break free from his grasp, and just as I’m about to thrust him deep into my throat, he pushes me off him.

I look up confused, my mouth aching with emptiness. “Did I do something wrong?” I ask in a small voice.

“God no, Carly. You’re fucking incredible. But I don’t want to come yet.”

“Oh.”

“My turn,” he all but growls, pushing me flat on my back. “Relax,” he orders.

I do just that.

I lay back and let him run his hands over my breasts, cupping them hard as he skims his tongue along my thin, tender flesh. His tongue moves further south, dipping in and out of my navel before it teasingly dances along my pubic bone.

With one strong pull, my shorts are gone, and I gasp in surprise as Leo brings his mouth to my sex and blows through the thin material.

“Argh!” I cry unabashed, thrashing on the bed. Leo reaches up to my shoulders, and holds me down as he does it again.

I scream again in pleasure, loving the way he restrains me as he pleasures me.

“Again,” I beg, and I see the gleam in his eyes. He holds me slightly tighter to the bed, and blows harder against my sex.

Unexpectedly, he reaches to my thong, and shreds it between his fingers.

“I hope you weren’t partial to this pair,” he says teasingly.

My eyes are wide with lust; that was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.

I can only manage to shake my head.

He leans over to my ear, his hands playing with my soft folds. I can barely concentrate on his words.

“I’ll buy you more,” he breathes. “The thought of buying you sexy little thongs makes me go wild. I’ll buy you a whole drawer full and I’ll enjoy destroying every. Fucking. Pair.”

Oh god.

And then he’s sliding down by body, situating himself between my trembling thighs.

He opens me delicately, his fingers pulling against my inner folds, tracing lines around my clit. He makes me beg and pant before he presses his finger against me, rubbing at the swollen nub.

He swirls a finger inside of me, sighing as he feels my plentiful wetness.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he croons, “So wet for me and I love it.”

“It’s all for you,” I manage to gasp, knowing that I’m drenching the sheets.

I don’t care.

“I’m going to make you come, Carly. And after that, I’m going to make love to you. I want to feel you so wet and tight around me. Do you want that too, baby?”

“Yes, Leo. Oh, please, yes.” My voice is high and breathy; I don’t recognize it.

Leo pushes two fingers inside of me, and then his mouth seals over my cleft, sucking me into his warmth as his teeth gently bite into me.

The sensation is exquisite.

I cry out once.

Twice.

Three times before he releases me.

His fingers work over me, making me thrash, tremble and buck on the bed. I’ve lost all sense of time and direction.

Am I up or down?

Is it night or day?

All I know is I’m experiencing a kind of out-of-body pleasure that I never knew existed. I hear my voice, but it’s ragged and desperate, crying Leo’s name, begging him not to stop. Begging him “There! Please, Leo. Right there!”

He must listen to me, because the feeling is even stronger and I know I’m going to explode any second. I don’t think I will exist after I come, because my body will shatter into a million tiny molecules of pleasure, and I’ll simply dissolve into the air.

Leo doesn’t stop; he’s ravaging me and then comes his grand finale. His fingers continue to flutter over my sensitive skin, pushing me higher and higher, and then his mouth seals over my opening and his tongue pushes deep inside me and I’m gone.

So, so, gone.

I’m falling, spinning out of control, shouting Leo’s name as I fall apart for him.

Beneath him.

Shatter.

Dissolve.

Ruins.

It could have been seconds or hours – I’m not quite sure, but finally my mind starts to return.

I’m panting and trembling, and Leo is cradling me, whispering my name so reverently, it sounds like he’s praying.

Maybe I should pray.

Thank you God for the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever known. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

“Carly, baby, are you okay?”

“Better than okay,” I slur.

He chuckles, the sound husky and sexy.

“Can you handle more? Can you handle me now? That was pretty intense.”

It takes me a minute to process his words. I wonder what it looked like to him?

“Yes, please!” My voice is stronger now. It can’t stop here. I need to be as humanly close to Leo as possible. I need to feel him inside me.

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

His voice is wary.

I force myself to sit up, my head still spinning.

“I’m sure!”

He reaches to the floor and picks up his pants. He rifles through one of the pockets and pulls out a silver square.

I watch greedily as he tears the foil open and expertly sheathes himself.

Gently, he climbs on top of me, and brings his hand between my legs.

“Fuck!” he groans, “Carly, I’m going to come like a school boy. You’re so fucking wet.”

I take it as a compliment.

“Feel this,” he commands, grabbing my hand and sliding it through my arousal.

Holy crap. It’s like someone turned a faucet on.

My face flames red.

“Oh baby, don’t be embarrassed. It’s incredible,” he assures me.

Holding his weight above me, he grasps himself and slowly rubs his head against me.

“Oh,” I moan, closing my eyes. I’ve waited for this moment for so long, and I’m so glad I did. It’s that much sweeter.

“You’re sure?” he asks one more time.

“Yes!” I nearly yell.

He grins and ever so slowly, guides himself inside me.

It’s the fullness I feel first, the sweet knowledge of his perfect girth, stretching me just right, forcing my four walls to wrap snugly around him.

He makes the most delicious sound deep in his throat and I feel almost proud.

“You’re so tight,” he moans. Instinctively, I clench my muscles around him and he gasps.

“Again!”

I do it again and he moans louder.

He’s still pushing inside of me, making me stretch even wider for him. My own needy moan breaks through and then he can’t control himself any longer. With one hard thrust he’s fully inside of me, making his presence completely known.

“Oh, Carly,” he murmurs, rolling his hips, making me feel all of him. He teases me with tiny thrusts that only make me ache for more.

“Leo,” I beg and he laughs deep in his throat.

“Are you glad you waited?” he husks.

“Yes, yes.”

With no warning, he pulls nearly completely out of me before thrusting hard into me.

“Argh!” I shout as he rams into me.

“Again,” I breathe.

He gives me a few more hard thrusts, before easing up again, taking his time, and forcing me to arch my back and raise my hips to meet him each time. We fall into an easy rhythm, as if we’ve done this a thousand times, yet it’s completely new.

I run my hands along his broad shoulders, digging my nails into him, and then gently sinking my teeth into his shoulder.

He groans loudly, and I reach down to his muscular ass, cupping him hard and trying to pull him deeper inside me.

He reaches around to one leg, pulling it up to his shoulder, the penetration suddenly so much deeper. I cry out with the change, and in response, he pulls my other leg up to my shoulder, driving deep and hard into me.

And then we’re panting breaths, sweaty bodies with slapping skin as we move from lovemaking to primal fucking. I like the change, I want the change. He tugs my hair and I cry out.

He rolls over, keeping us securely connected, and then I’m riding him, my breasts bouncing up and down as I work my way up and down his shaft. His hands reach up to my chest, cupping each breast, and strumming my nipples.

The sensation, coupled with the angle of penetration is almost too much, and I press my sweaty palms against his damp chest, dipping my head to catch my breath, slowing rocking against him.

Leo lets me rest for a quick moment, and then his hands are gripping my thighs, sinking into my flesh, as he pulls me hard and fast against him. I cry out loudly, feeling the delicious friction as he hits my spot at
just
the right angle. I’m just about to come, when he flips me back over to my back. He thrusts inside me hard and fast, growling as he possesses me.

“Leo!” I moan, “I’m going to come.”

“Yes, Carly honey, come for me.”

And then I’m crying out, moaning, as I shake under him, my second orgasm more powerful than the first. I’m barely aware of what’s happening as Leo pulls out, flips me on my stomach, and pulls my hips up before he pushes into me from behind.

“Argh!” I gasp, as he slides against my backside, filling me again.

Leo tugs my hair; my head pulled back and drives into me from behind. I’m still experiencing aftershocks of my orgasm, my body slick with sweat. Moments later Leo grunts loudly, calls my name and then I feel him burst inside me, throbbing hard and fast as he empties himself.

“Carly, Carly,” he moans, collapsing against my back, nuzzling against me, his hands moving desperately against my body, needing to feel every inch of me. He slows down, pulsing inside me as he gently moves in and out. He’s still hard and he finally stills, keeping himself inside me.

He releases my hair, and my head falls softly to the bed. I press my flushed cheek to the silky sheet, relishing in the coolness of the material. Leo rolls off me, and I turn to face him, lying on my side. We’re both too sweaty to want to touch just yet, but I can feel the connection between us.

Something has changed, our relationship has altered, and I feel like I will never be the same again.

“Carly,” he says, struggling for words.

“I know,” I whisper.

He sighs, and falls back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

“I wish we had done that a while ago, but I don’t think it would have felt like that.” He lets out a small laugh, and I grin at him.

We lay like that for a number of minutes, or maybe hours; I’ve honestly lost track of time.

“You’re gorgeous,” he says looking over at me.

Normally, I would feel self-conscious, but I’m completely comfortable around Leo, and I stretch out feline-like, reveling in my nakedness.

“Now you’re just teasing me.”

“I feel like I’m made of rubber,” I admit. My legs are like jelly and my arms are warm and stretchy.

I realize that I’m incredibly thirsty and hungry.

“I’m famished.” I sit up and try to decide what to do. Do I strut naked around my bus?

No, I’m too much of a wimp. Instead, I flash Leo a smile, grab his t-shirt from the floor and throw it over my head.

“Now,
that
is sexy,” he says appreciatively. I walk out towards the kitchen, and Leo follows in all his glory. Of course he doesn’t care about clothes.

I take out another beer for him and pour myself a glass of Riesling. I also pull out a bottle of water, and take a big gulp from it. I rifle through the pantry, and pull out chips and salsa.

I smile at Leo and curl up the couch with our snacks. Leo takes his beer and saunters back into the bedroom. He emerges a minute later wearing his jeans.

He looks so damn fine that it should be illegal.

He sits next to me and starts digging into the chips, too.

And there we are, just two people sharing a regular moment that is anything but ordinary.

Leo

Four Weeks Later

I look over at Carly who is still in a heated conversation with her former manager. Even though Carly’s old label let her go, a big “fuck you” for Carly leaving them high and dry in Nashville, the label is now pissed that Carly has a pending record deal in New York.

I’ve gotten my lawyer involved, and I know that her old label doesn’t stand a fucking chance. In fact, I think they’re going to have to pay her out some of her residual earnings from her album. Bastards.