Stand Close 2 (Stand Close New Adult Romance Series) (6 page)

H
e carries
me whimpering in his arms to the bed and launches me onto it. Bouncing, I laugh but when I look over at where he’s taking off his shirt, my smile fades, replaced with hunger. His chest is so sinewy and muscular, hard knots of skin chiseled into the shape of a man. A tribal tattoo covers his right shoulder, and I stare at the sharp, bold, black lines of it, wondering when he got it. It’s not in any pictures I’ve seen taken of him onstage. Unbuttoning his pants slowly, he gives a swift jerk of his chin, staring at my chest. “Show them to me.” My belly warms and tenses up, and I rise up on my knees to slide off the top of my dress, our eyes locked on each other. He looks down as my breasts fall freely, and his lips part with desire. I’ve never felt so turned on by my breasts before, but the way he’s looking at them has them tingling, the nipples tightening into dusky crests. “Touch them,” he groans, pulling out his swollen cock and stroking it.

I stare at it, excited by his shamelessness, feeling the space between my thighs ache. I cup my breasts in my hands and massage them for him, watching him pull up and down on his shaft. “Come here,” he says with a low rasp. “But pull off your dress first.” Quickly, I obey, tugging it over my hips and tossing it aside. With my eyes on the crimson tip poking out and disappearing from between his fingers and thumb, I crawl over on all fours on the bed, my breasts falling naturally, the nipples hard and eager. “Wrap your lips around and taste me.”

“Oh,” I sigh, feeling myself gushing at the words, so wet. I hesitate, unsure of myself. He’s been with so many women. I’m not good at this aspect of sex. I’ve only done it with Leon, and he was so unsexy as to be ridiculous. It was never any fun. Not like this. “I’ve never done that, Alec,” I lie. “But I want to. Can you teach me?”

The left corner of his mouth tugs up. “Grab the base, like this.” I rise up, kneeling in front of him and staring at his beautiful manhood. Glancing up at him, I wrap my hand over his. He guides me, like when you stand on someone’s shoes to learn how to dance. My hand on his goes up and down with how he likes it, as his low voice instructs, “Firm and slow. All the way up. All the way down. The tip is sensitive, so less pressure there. Then tight around the base. Give that a good tug on your way up. Yeah, just like that. You’ve got it. That feels so good.” He closes his eyes, and I look up at his chest, tracing the lines of it with my gaze. The thin trail of curly hair leading from his belly button down is fascinating to me. I touch it with my fingertips, and he moans, eyes still closed. The way his neck stretches under the pleasure I’m giving him is such a power rush. He’s under my control right now. In this moment as I tug on the thickness of his shaft, he is under my spell. It’s such a turn-on that without further need of instruction I lean in and take him into my mouth, following his moans and my instincts. He guides me to go slowly and I suck on him, enjoying the feel of him filling up my mouth. I tongue the tip and he gives the most guttural growl I’ve ever heard. I’m bent over. My ass is in the air and I’m aching so badly for him to touch me. But that feeling is coming from the power of this. From making him tense and shake as he tries to hold back an orgasm. “Stop! Stop, Rue. Hold on. Oh God,” he gasps, pulling away from my mouth. With my open mouth I reach for it again. He chuckles and smiles down at me as he holds my head away. “Quick learner.”

“More!”

His eyebrows rise and he laughs, reaching to push me back on the bed. “Later. I want to fuck you now.”

“Oh my God,” I moan as he crawls on top of me on all fours. I’m staring at him in pure awe. The way his chest moves. The way his shoulders edge out with muscle and bone. The way he’s looking at me like there’s no one else in the world but me for him. This thought sends a shiver through my body. Suddenly, I’m very, very aware that I don’t want this to end.

“Hey.” He dips and takes my outstretched tongue in his mouth, gently sucking. He releases it and looks into my eyes. From the look on his face, he’s very pleased with my first lesson. A smirk that’s tugging at the corner of his mouth again makes me smile, too. I reach up and touch it, feel a light roughness from the nearby stubble against the edge of my finger.

“I love how your smile is crooked.”

“Crooked?” he laughs. “That doesn’t sound good.”

I press my body into him and kiss him. “I love it.”

The intent in his eyes shifts, and he says, quietly, “As long as you like it… His fingers slide down my stomach, over my belly button, and down over the cropped public hair where he rubs my mound in slow circles. “So I noticed at the door, but… I like this. No panties.”

“I ditched them in a bathroom at the club when I was feeling confined.” He laughs, slipping two of his fingers inside me so quickly that I gasp. I was so in need of being touched that I’m moaning within seconds, and he’s very much enjoying taking back the power, and watching me. My breath quickens as his talented fingers massage, then penetrate, then come out to circle my bean, flicking one of its sides as the burn pools out from his touch. “Please keep doing that.”

“I wasn’t going to stop.” He thrusts his middle finger inside me and I cry out. Leaning down, he holds me hostage, sucking on my neck.

There’s this moment before an orgasm, where it’s approaching and I’m afraid it won’t arrive, so I strain for it, reaching and making it slip away in the process. He won’t let me do that. He’s got me pinned so I have to just take it. I have no choice but to receive the pleasure and feel the build.

Hoarsely, he whispers into my ear, cupping me and vibrating his hand, “This is mine. I don’t want anyone else knowing how you sound when you cum.” A burning heat makes the whole world disappear, and I cry out in ecstasy. “That’s it. Let it all go.”

I grab onto him, my nails gouged into the muscles of his back as I push my breasts into his skin, feeling the orgasm ripping me apart. I start to scream. He pulls up on me, pressing his hand firmly into my skin. My thighs clamp his arm and the release continues as I rub against him. Every inhibition I’ve ever known vanishes. Every fear. It’s all gone.

I have never known this feeling before. I’ve only heard about orgasms like this.

There will never be a day where I don’t long for his touch. I know that now.

I am his.

S
he opens
her eyes and peeks around the room, surprised at the sunlight slipping in where the curtains meet. She covers her mouth and turns her head away from me, hiding her breath. I couldn’t care less about her morning breath. I haven’t found one thing about her that turns me off. That’s only happened to me with one other person, a woman I had a short affair with when I was twenty-one. She was thirty-two and I’d met her when I playing a show in Germany. She was married. I had to let her go.

I never thought I’d find that again–someone who, everything about her, feels good to me. Smells good. Sounds good.

I know I won’t be the only one who thinks so. As soon as the world gets ahold of Rue, they’re not going to let her go.

I don’t have much time.

“Did I fall asleep?” she asks, shocked.

“You did. You passed out right after…”

“NO! I couldn’t have!” She plows her face into the pillow, embarrassed.

“You had a long day.”

Mortified, she peeks at me. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“I need to brush my teeth.”

“No, you don’t.”

She smiles, and rises out of bed anyway, peeks over her shoulder at me, her hair falling in front of her face. “I really do… and we didn’t have sex yet?”

I lay back with my hands under my head. “Oh we had sex. I had my way with you when you were passed out.” Gullible, she stares at me, wondering if I’m lying. I pull the pillow out from under my head and throw it at her. “Come on! You hungry?”

Walking to the bathroom completely naked, she mutters, shaking out her hair, “I’m hung over is what I am. And by the way, if you have a toothbrush, I’m about to use it. I hope that doesn’t gross you out.” I rise up to watch her. She’s got a dancer’s body, sinewy and graceful. I watch her ass move as she pulls up her hair and twists it into a bun, tucking the end inside it. Even with her form, she’s got hips. Childbearing hips. My cock stiffens, getting ready for what I’m going to do to her. “Go to town. But like I said, not necessary.”

She disappears into the bathroom. Reaching over for the phone, I dial room service. “We need eggs and toast. And some coffee. Wait a second.” I call to her, “Do you drink coffee or soda?”

She calls back, “Water, please! I can’t stomach caffeine right now.”

To the guy on the other end of the line, I order, “One coffee. A few bottles of water. And a couple Bloody Mary’s. You have a fruit plate, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Great. And a fruit plate. Thanks.”

Rue comes back in as I hang up. “You didn’t give them your room number.”

“They see that on the screen when I call.” Before she has the chance to feel bad for not knowing these things, things that don’t matter to me, I pat the bed and say firmly, “Come here.”

Her eyes light up and she runs over and leaps onto the bed. I grab her to me, kiss her, and move the blankets so she can get in. “I don’t drink soda, by the way. Did you know it doubles your chances of getting pancreatic cancer?”

Leaning down and kissing her lips, I shake my head. “You’re really not helping my hard-on with that little bit of trivia.” She laughs, her breath fresh and minty as she weaves her arms around my neck, pressing the pliable mounds of her breasts into me. Looking into her eyes, I smile, thinking that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. I feel content. It’s a new feeling. “Look at you walking around naked without being all self-conscious.”

“I have to change in front of people all the time, ever since I was a kid, for performances.” She gazes up at me, and smiles. That painful tug in my chest comes again. Flipping us over so that’s she’s riding me, straddling my hips, I push away the strange ache and focus on the curves of her body instead.

She pushes her nails into my abs, testing the resistance. “So tight,” she murmurs, scratching me. “You like that?”

“Yes.” I reach between her legs and cup her, groaning and closing my eyes. “You’re so fucking wet, Rue. That drives me crazy.”

She leans down, her hair and breasts hanging under gravity’s pull as she grabs my cock and whispers against my lips, “You’re so fucking hard, Alec. That drives
me
crazy.”

With my shoulders rising off the bed, I take her mouth in mine and explore it with my tongue. Her hips I guide down so the tip of me touches the outside, gliding on her slickness, angling to get in and do what I didn’t have the chance to last night. When she fell asleep, it was absolute fucking torture to let her doze off. I trailed my index finger over her entire body, covered every soft curve. But still she didn’t wake, and when a light snore escaped her lips, I laughed and lay down with her to wait until morning.

And now, I’m glad I waited, because the rested, excited look in her soft brown eyes is enough to make me swell with need. She’s ready for me now, and her eyelashes are half-mast as she arches out her hips and lowers onto my cock, taking me in inch by inch. A moan escapes her lips and she smiles. This is our first time, something I’m not normally cognizant of. But right now, the knowledge is a turn-on. My gut tightens as the blood races to my erection. I groan as she takes almost all of me in. I can feel the edge of her cervix, so I rock my hips, reaching down to touch her and stroke her clit, inviting her body to receive me as I bend my legs and hold her steady. She moans again, getting wetter, and rocks with me. We’re staring at each other and it’s intense. I don’t want to look away.

“You’re opening up for me, you feel that?”

She nods, mesmerized. “You’re so big, I didn’t know if I could.” She pushes her ass out, and slides up and down, riding me. It’s slow at first, torturously slow, so good I close my eyes and struggle to hold back my release. Getting ahold of myself, I open them again and see her watching me, riding my cock. “Fuck, Rue. You’re killing me.”

“Do you like this?”

I nod, biting my bottom lip and pushing my hips up to fully thrust inside of her. She hovers above me and lets me do the work. Again and again I ram my hips up, arching my back and penetrating her as deep as I can go as she closes her eyes and whips her head back, crying out. She grabs her breasts, and a fresh burst of blood swells into my cock, making me so hard it’s incredible. I flip her over and she yelps as I ram into her from behind, pounding her in a building rhythm that has her quaking and grabbing onto the headboard. She’s so gone, she’s making only short, sexy little grunts as her muscles contract and tighten around my shaft. I’m holding back, making sure she feels the pulsing for a long time before I bring her over the edge again, with my own orgasm. But a knock at the door interrupts us. Panting, I pull out and slap her ass. “That was Round One.”

She laughs and struggles to walk to the bathroom on wobbly knees. “Now it’s my turn to hide in a bathroom!”

“You don’t have to hide. It’s just breakfast.”

“Let me get a robe at least!”

I smile and grab my pants, yanking them on. “Be right there!” I’m raking a hand through my hair on the way, thinking about her. I’m not prepared to see Sean on the other side of the door, dressed like he’s been up for hours.

H
e yawns
. “Hey. We’re going down for breakfast. You coming?”

I pause, and give my hair another good raking. “I’ll be down in a bit. I’m slow-moving today.”
Don’t come out, Rue. Just stay in there a little longer.

“Okay, we’ll be on the pool deck.”

“The one with the wood lounge chairs or the white spongy ones?”

“I don’t know if I’d call them spongy… but those ones. Rooftop pool. Jenna’s already up there. Do you know where Rue is?”

I blink, catching the intent look in his eyes as he tried to catch me, see if I was hiding her. “No. I’ve got Maya in here.”

His eyebrows go up and he makes a sound, looking to the ground. A sound I can’t ascertain the meaning of. Is he disappointed or relieved? He probably thinks it’s a good idea he warned Rue. My chest tightens with anger, but I bite my tongue. Now I want Rue to walk out. Show him he’s too late.

“Right. Maya. Tell her I said hello. I’d suggest you invite her to breakfast, but...” He hits the doorframe, sticks his hands in his pockets and strolls away, passing our room service cart on his way. He eyeballs it, reaches over to take a grape off the fruit plate, not knowing the breakfast is for me. He thinks I’m joining them downstairs, that this is for another room. I watch him say, “Thanks,” as he throws the grape into his mouth. He turns around and walking backward, says, “Mmm, that’s good.” He spins around again, ignoring the look of surprise from the guy pushing the cart. Just as Sean turns for the elevators and disappears, the room service cart stops in front of my room. I usher the guy in quickly and shut the door.

Rue pads out of the bathroom in a soft, white terrycloth hotel robe, a happy smile on her flushed cheeks. Seeing the spread, she claps her hands together. I sign the paper and give the guy a hefty tip. “Can you just wait a second before you leave?”

He nods, happy to do whatever I want, now that he saw what I tipped him. “I can put the food out,” he suggests, his Castilian accent reminding me of where we are. You forget, when you’re locked away in a club and then a hotel room. There’ve been so many times I’ve woken up and wondered why the hell Room Service was speaking Dutch, Italian, or some other foreign language, before I remembered where I was.

“That’d be great, thanks man.” I pull Rue to me for a kiss. “We should go out and explore today. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” she smiles, kissing my neck.

“Oh, and your brother was just here.”

She stops kissing it, and pulls back to look at me, a cloud replacing her smile. “Jack?”

“No. Sean. He invited me to breakfast.”

She sighs. “I’m so glad he didn’t see me.”

I tilt my chin to the side. “Why is that?”

She glances to the table, so well laid out it could be photographed for a magazine. The guy puts the last spoon on a napkin and motions to the curtains. “You want sunlight?” I nod and he goes to open them. Sun bursts in and Rue covers her eyes and groans. He stops, and looks to me for direction.

“Maybe keep ‘em closed,” I smile.

He nods. This isn’t the first hangover he’s seen. “Will that be all?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” I’m itching to ask her what she meant by that, even though I know. But still, I can’t shake the feeling I’m into her more than she’s into me. That guy she kissed in New York still haunts me. And I know she said that blonde didn’t mean anything, but it’ll be awhile before I can lose the green dragon firing up in me when I picture that kiss.

So as soon as the guy leaves us, I turn to her and ask again, “Why is that?”

She throws me an apprehensive look, and walks over to the table, plopping down and bringing her feet up on the chair, spreading the white robe over her legs. “We’re in a bad situation. Don’t look at me like that.”

I suck on my teeth as I stroll over to pick up one of the Bloody Mary’s. Grabbing the straw, I pull it out and toss it onto the tablecloth. “I know we are. Sean obviously thinks I’m a piece of shit not worthy of you, but I…”

Interrupting, she picks up her fork, pushing the eggs around, “Come on. He didn’t say that. And did you tell him I was in the bathroom? That I was here?”

“Yeah, he
did
say that.” I take a big drink and lick my lips, sitting down opposite her. “And no, I didn’t.”

“I think we’re both thinking we should play it safe. Let’s just admit it.” She pops a grape into her mouth and makes the same face Sean made. “Mmm, that’s good.” For the first time I see the resemblance to her brothers.

I exhale long and low. “You’re right. We should keep this quiet.”

Cutting into an egg, she glances over to me, her eyes masking what looked like annoyance. With a quick, nonchalant raise of her eyebrows, she says, “Deal,” and takes a bite, standing up and walking to the window as she chews. Her body is tense; she’s not fooling anyone. With one quick motion, she whips the curtains open and stands in the sun, squinting away the uncomfortable conversation. Licking her lips, she turns away and walks to pick up her dress. “I’m going to my room to shower.”

I don’t argue.

I just sit where I am, appetite lost. She doesn’t look back as she opens the door and pads soundlessly out the door. That was an enigmatic exit if ever I saw one. What did she want me to say? Did she want me to argue with her? I don’t do that.

She set me up for a fall.