Scars and Songs (54 page)

Pushing her body against mine, she moaned.  “No.  Not what I want at all.  What do you want?” she whispered, her breath ragged.

I leaned in closer, burying my face in her neck and sliding my hands up the front of her body under her coat, “I’ll tell you what I damn well want right now, Grace. I want to smother those beautiful nipples of yours in fucking honey and then lick and suck them until you beg me you take you.”

Fuck, her body trembled when I said it
.

“Then I want to slowly pull those little lacy boy shorts you wear to the side and
really
taste you. I want to bury myself inside you so deeply that I make you forget what your fucking name is.  I want to completely smother and consume you, so all you see is me.”  I nipped softly at her neck and ran my tongue up to her jaw.
 
“I want to watch your face when I sink deep inside you. I can just fucking imagine it, the way your hair will spill across the pillow, the way your silky skin will feel under my chest.  I want to lose my mind in you.”  Her breathing came faster and heavier.

“Damn, girl,” a voice purred next to us, making me realize for the first time that we weren’t alone. 
Son of a…

We both shifted our eyes towards the voice, and standing beside us was Lea, red-faced and smiling, nodding her head up and down. 
Obviously enjoying our show
.  “Holy crap, Grace!  Shane, if she says no, fuck Conner, you can have your way with me,” she laughed.

Grace gaped at Lea, her expression fiery and cloudy.  Her head fell back against the wall with a soft thud and her eyes met mine.

Grace shook her head, pushed her hands back through her hair, exhaling harshly and heaved herself from my grasp.  My fingers closed down hard into fists in her absence.  “I’ll meet you guys upstairs,” she snapped, looking at Lea.  Then her eyes collided with mine again and she launched herself down the stairwell towards the studio. 
That was the opposite direction of the party, the opposite direction of where everybody was
. 

Lea looked at me and giggled.  “Wow.  Go get her, Shane!” she said, shoving me onto the stairs. 

I flew down the steps after her, my heart dancing in my chest, “Grace, wait!” 

She slammed open the studio door with open palms, and I was right behind her, grabbing her waist, spinning her and pulling her against me.  I kicked the door closed behind us. The temperature in the studio rose instantly.

We tore our wet coats off and they splattered onto the floor.  Reaching for her, she shivered under my fingertips when I grasped my hands on her hips.  Her eyes lifted to mine and we stood staring at one another.  Beads of rain still dripped from our hair onto our skin, our blood pulsing hot and fast through our bodies. 

Her hands reached up through my hair as I bent forward, licking her lips and covering her mouth with mine.  I pulled her against me tighter, and a deep groan rumbled in my throat as I pressed my body onto hers. 

On instinct, my body pushed against hers until I walked her backwards, through the dark studio, until her back met with one of the huge speakers.  I couldn’t be bothered with the lights, because the only thing I could think of was the feel of her warm smooth skin. Our mouths moved hungrily together and a burst of hardened goose bumps spread across her skin just under my fingertips.

“We’re on the speaker,” she mumbled against my lips. 
Fuck, that was the perfect place to be
.

“Uh huh,” I murmured and reached my arm behind her to click the power switch on.  The speaker came to life with a low hum and I could feel the deep vibrations of it tremble through her body.  She exhaled a warm shaking breath against my neck, and whispered, “Shane.”  My name whispered through her lips was almost my undoing.

I ran my hands along her rain soaked skin to the bottom of her short little denim skirt, pulling it up over her thighs and hips, as I brushed my tongue over her lips.  Cupping my hand over the back of her bare thigh, I slowly lifted her leg to wrap it around my body.  She bit and tugged at my lips when my fingertips gently skimmed over the warm wet material of her panties. 
Damn, her fucking panties were soaked
.  I kissed her harder, deeper.  My body tense and straining against my clothes.

“Please, Shane.  Don’t…” she whimpered rocking herself against me. 

I slid my finger under the wet fabric and took the thin lace of her panties in my hand and stilled.  The back of my hand lay just against her warm wetness, and I pulled away from her lips to look in her eyes, searching for what she wanted.

“Please…don’t stop, Shane,” she softly whimpered.  She rocked herself against my fisted hand, “Shane, if you stop, I swear I will
kill
you.”

“Grace, I’m going to touch you until you scream my name.  Then I’m taking you to the party with your scent still on my fingers and your thighs still trembling,” I chuckled, then slid my tongue between her lips into her mouth.  She gasped as I grazed my fingers over her folds.  “I’m going to make you so damn crazy right now that I’ll be sure that every single moment you’re not with me like this, you’ll be thinking of what it might be like when I’m deep inside you.”  I brushed my lips along hers, and down over the wet skin of her neck and across her collarbone.   I yanked the material of her shirt away, and lowered my mouth over her breasts.   Taking one of her nipples into my mouth, I licked and sucked, still teasing her warmth with my other hand.  She whimpered my name. 
Damn, it sounded so sweet from her lips
.

Biting down softly on her nipple, I looked up into her eyes.  “Say my name again,” I whispered.

“
Shane
,” she exhaled.

She moaned my name as I thrust two fingers inside her, my thumb dancing small circles over her clit.  Her body just melted over my fingers and I could barely hold back from pulling myself out of my pants and taking her right here.  She rocked herself against my pumping fingers as I tugged at her nipple with my teeth.  Her head thudded against the speaker, the vibrations of the bass humming over every inch of our bodies making every movement amplify in intensity.  Pushing, pulling and curling my fingers inside her, I reached up with my free hand to raise the volume of the speakers. She moaned deeply in my throat as the vibrations rocked us faster.

She raked her hands over down the front of my shirt, unbuttoned my jeans, clawed desperately at my zipper and pulled me out.  A small moan escaped from my mouth when she grasped my swollen flesh with both her hands and slowly pumped my throbbing cock.

My pants fell past my hips to the floor, loose change and keys crashing against the speaker and rolling away.  She arched her body and rolled her hips over me, rubbing my hardness against the slick tender parts of her flesh where my fingers were. 
She was perfect, so fucking perfect.  The head of my cock gliding along her drenched skin was so fucking perfect
.  “Oh, God, Grace,” I growled.  “I want to be inside you so damn bad right now, it hurts.”

“Don’t stop, Shane, please,” she begged.

I have to honestly admit that I thought about it.  I wanted it.  I wanted to be inside her so damn much.  She slid my cock through her folds even deeper and the fucking pleasure was so intense that I had to still her movements with my hands to stop myself from burying myself deep inside her. 
Fuck, it hurt
.  But I couldn’t let her first time with me be up against a damn speaker like she was one of band’s groupies; she’d fucking hate me for it after.  My mind could barely focus on stopping.  “Grace, I’m not
taking
you here, baby.  Your first time ain’t going to be on a speaker in the studio,” I hissed.  My dick was throbbing against my words as she continued to slide her hands up and down it.

Tilting her head, she licked her tongue across my lips, and increased the grip and speed of her hands, “You want to be my first, Shane?”

My head fogged up.  I was floating on a cloud of need.  I had never wanted to be inside a woman so badly.  Blinking my eyes to help me focus, I smiled against her mouth and breathed, “No, baby, I’m going to be your last.” 
Because I was sure as shit going to be
.  There would be no one after me. 

With my words, the roll of her hips became frenzied and her grip on my cock tightened as she clenched and convulsed around my fingers.  Her body shook as she said my name over and over, until I kissed her deeply to muffle her moans. 

Her body slowly stilled, but her hands continued to slide over me until we heard the door to the studio slam open against the wall.  Her hands stopped for a moment and her eyes widened.

“Hey!  Shane, are you in here?”  Bliss shrieked through the studio.  Only the low hum of the speaker echoed an answer, vibrating along the walls.  She flicked on the light and I watched in awe as Grace’s eyes lowered down to me in her hands.  She made a small gasp, which made me feel like a fucking superhero.
She slowly and quietly slid my cock once again along her wetness.  Holy fuck.  Seeing the way we looked together, seeing the way my dick was at the entrance to her, made me bite down hard on my fucking lips to stop myself from begging her to forget what I had said before and let me in.

Plunging us back into darkness, Bliss clicked the light switch back off, but she stayed just inside the door, listening carefully and waiting to see if I was hiding from her somewhere.  Grace continued to stroke me against her and it just became too intense. She had too much power over my body; she had control of everything.  I pulled her closer, nuzzling my face in her neck, biting down gently on the skin of her shoulder to stop myself from coming.  I took a long deep shaky breath, “Grace. Don’t. Move.”  I begged deeply into her ear. 

She slowly slid her hands up and down my body, not stopping for a second and I bit down into her shoulder harder.  I slid my hands up over her body to her hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, as my body trembled from the intensity of holding myself back, hovering and sliding against her.

Somewhere in the background, Bliss puffed out an annoyed breath.  Then her heels stomped down the hallway.
The door click closed and I whimpered Grace’s name out loud.

Leaning my head back, and looking into her eyes, I pleaded with her, “Don’t move, babe.  Please.”

Grace shifted back and slowly lowered her leg from my hip.  Her eyes were locked on mine, heavily lidded and beautiful; a sexy smile spread across her lips.  She slid down my body, her tits gliding past my cock, nipples grazing it, making it jump and pulse with intensity.  Before I knew what was happening her lips were around me, and her tongue swirled itself over the head of my cock. 
I couldn’t think past the sensations. I couldn’t think past her lips.  The pressure was immediately building into something I couldn’t hold back
.  I twisted her hair in my hands as she slid her mouth perfectly up and down my shaft, taking me so fucking deep that my hips just flexed into her from the sheer mounting pleasure.  I was so close to exploding, I tightened my fist in her hair to pull her mouth away, but she thrust me back inside her.  Over and over again.  I’m fucking breathless and panting loudly, moaning deep in my throat.  She slid and sucked hard and it was just too fucking much. It was too fucking perfect.  Each plunge into her mouth was more intense than the last.  I looked down at her, and in the dimness of the studio, I saw her eyes as they looked into mine.  The moment was too intense. I was in complete rapture; no one had ever made me feel like that.  No one.  She cupped my tightened balls in her hand and slowly kneaded them and I’m done.  She took me in deeply and I exploded. My body rocked with spasms and I cried out, rolling my hips against her. 

When she pulled me out of her mouth, my knees buckled and I slumped down to the floor.  Both of us were done, half-naked, completely sated and still panting.  Our bodies were trembling and shuddering against each other’s.
I pulled her into my arms and held her close.

My body felt tense and coiled tightly in some sort of an agitated ball of muscle.  Leaning my back against the wall in my completely redecorated living room, I stood guard, waiting for shit to go down.  Shit always goes down at one of Vixen4’s parties. 
I mean, just looking around my once awesome apartment to see fucking stripper glitter, pink neon streamers and glow in the dark paint splattered all over my walls made me want to kill someone
. 

When Grace and I went up from the studio, I managed to dry her clothes and lock my bedroom door before the majority of the people came.  As soon as strangers started pouring in, everything felt too intense for me.  The music sounded too loud. The colors and people in the room were too vivid and all I could do was keep my eyes on Grace to stay grounded.

She was sitting in the middle of my crowded living room on the couch next to Lea.  The frayed fringe of her little denim skirt brushed over her thighs, hugging her curves and her jet black hair hanging in waves over one shoulder.  Soft ivory skin begged me to touch it.  Pink plump lips begged me to kiss them.  No matter how many girls I had hooked up with trying to forget her, no one had ever come close to making me feel the way Grace did.  Not one of them.  That girl could stop my heart with her words, she could send my blood pulsing with a single glance and she could inspire a song with the sound of her sighs.