I Saw You (17 page)

“So close,” she whimpered, doubling her efforts. Another swat, this time across the right, and she tensed. Walls locked down to the point of almost pain. I had her where I wanted her.

Lost.

Crazed.

Mine.

“Come.” I brought the hand not holding her neck down toward her hips and held her in place. “I want to feel you.”

“Need more…” Arianna choked on a moan; I’d slammed back in with so much force that her small body was pushed up the couch. Almost over the edge, but I held her tightly in my hold.

Pistoning in and out, the only sound that could be heard inside the room was that of our skin slapping. Nothing but the symphony of choppy breathing and the small whimpers of painful pleasure that escaped her.

She trembled, body wound tight.

“Come, goddammit.” The hand around her neck tightened, and she gasped. “Give me what is mine.” A little more pressure, and her eyes rolled back. Her body shook, and her pussy bathed me.

Arianna rose up on her legs, pushing off my cock while she came. Movement erratic and muscles spasming, she tried to buck me off, but I wasn’t having that and pushed inside once more.

I enjoyed every pulse from her walls, how she massaged my cock with violent little flutters. Walls pulsated, they trapped me inside and fucking sucked the come out of my cock. With nothing but her pussy gripping me, I came inside her. Latched onto her neck and bit down while I merged my essence with hers.

There was no more her or me. We were one.

“Mine,” I whispered on a prayer into the sweaty skin of her back.

“Yours.” Her hand grasped mine and brought it to her lips; she kissed each fingertip while trying to regulate her breathing. Her small body trembling every few seconds. “Just like you’re mine.”

“Never felt more at peace.” Wrapping my unoccupied hand around her small waist, I brought her spent body back up to my chest. Right where she belonged. “I’m more than yours, sweet girl.”

“Didn’t I already
explain that watching me sleep is a bit creepy, Cheesy?” Eyes closed, her

nose scrunched up and lips pursed, she was absolutely stunning. Sleep creases on the side of her face made her look soft and warm. I wanted to cuddle the fuck out of her.

“So you claim.” Leaning forward, I pecked her twice on the lips. “Jury’s still out on that.”

“Ass.” She smiled. Just a twitch of her lips, but it was there.

“Yes, I have one.” At my smart-ass reply, she made a move to smack my chest. We’d been lying down on our sides facing each other. Fell asleep with her thigh over my hip and my face pressed—snuggled into her breast. Warm throughout.

Before her hand could connect, I had it in one of mine. Fingers intertwined.

Arianna Garcia would always keep me on my toes.

Violent little thing beside me scoffed. “Not fair. Brute strength should never be used outside of giving me a good, hard fuck.”

Jesus
, the mouth on her.

“Swear to God...” I trailed off; my mind had officially shut off. Gone blank. Nothing registered anymore but the naked expanse of her back. Exposed to my eyes.

Slim turned—reached over to shut off the alarm blaring on her phone. The sheet lowered, pooled just beneath the two dimples above her ass, a small tease of the same flesh that just hours ago, I had worshipped.

No more than three fingers worth of skin and I’d gone mute, swallowed hard while the saliva pooled. Blood rushed through my body and settled on the tip of my cock. Hard. Throbbing.

Could feel the small bead of pre-come as it trailed down my length.

All morning, the two hours I’d been awake, I’d had a semi. Just watching the subtle movement—the rise and fall of her chest made me twitch, but I’d controlled myself thus far. Let her sleep in a small bit.

Now she’d get fucked for tempting me so.

“Dammit, Cheesy!” Arianna yelled out, surprised by the sudden weight of my body over hers.

Smooth, her skin felt like silk beneath mine. Precious. As if a piece of heaven had fallen from above and landed on my thighs.

Moreover, all I could think about was the ways in which I could corrupt her. Not that my girl was innocent. She-devil knew just what game to play. Buttons to push.

In ways, she was a little of both. Good versus Evil. Temptation divine.

“Need you,” was all I managed to say through the thick veil of lust that surrounded me. With the tip of my nose, I pushed her hair aside, exposing her sleep-induced sweetness to my senses. She smelled soft, like a sugary dessert.

Bad for you, but motherfucking nirvana on the tongue.

“What do you need?” Sassy little girl.

“Your tightness surrounding me,” I whispered into the back of her neck, my lips skimming the soft flesh. “Your sighs of pleasure while I push inside—stretch you. How your juices drip down my length. In one word: you.”

Immediately, her legs beneath me parted and her ass rose off the bed. Just a bit, enough for the head of my cock to brush over her wetness.

A ripple of pleasure traversed my body.

“Take what you need from me,” she simpered and pushed back against me. The movement caused the head of my dick to settle against her opening. Just inside her. “I’m yours.”

“You won’t be seeing anyone else once you head home?” It wasn’t my intention to sound like an insecure fucker, but it had to be cleared up. I don’t share or cheat. “I’m all in, Slim.”

“So am I. No one.” It was as the last word passed through her lips that I pushed in. To the hilt and paused, letting her adjust to the length and thickness I’d been blessed with. Her back arched against me, her pussy trying to pull me in deeper.

Tight—how the fuck was she tighter this way?

“You feel so good. Your pussy was made for me, sweet girl.” I loved her slowly, no rush. My body covered hers completely. Seeing how I dwarfed hers was a turn-on. Everything about me physically dominated her.

“Hurts in the best way,” she moaned low, the soft sound coming from the back of her throat. “So good.”

“Fuck, yes, it does,” I grunted while pushing in a bit harder. With our fingers intertwined, I picked up the pace, rocking into her with hard, measured strokes. Her walls squeezed me, tried to keep me locked within her.

Dragging my length out, I let her feel every ridge, the heaviness within her and the emptiness left behind after each exit. She’d remember me every single day from here on out.

“More,” she begged. It came out as a pained whine; another rush of warm juices caressed my cock. “So close.”

“Touch yourself.” Command, not a request. One she obliged too.

Slowly, her hand came between her and my sheets. Sat over her mound while the tip of her fingers gave a teasing sweep over her clit and lower; touched her stretched entrance where I was buried deep within.

The shiver that ran through her at the soft touch left her body and entered mine.

Motherfucking rush.

“Show me how you touch yourself when I’m not around.” Reaching under her, I palmed her tit while bringing her up on all fours. Flicked her stiff nipple. “Come on my cock, Slim.”

“Shit,” Arianna hissed out, her fingers circling her bundle of nerves in tight circles. Faster. With more pressure. Her walls tightened, and my eyes rolled back into my head. Jesus Christ.

Balls heavy and dick ready to burst, I slammed back in and pulled out slow. A complete contradiction, but it felt so goddamned good. My body was begging for release.

Again, I flicked her puckered tip. “Give me.” Then I pulled it, adding pressure with my fingers.

Automatically, her pussy clenched.

Body coiled.

Beneath me, she shook.

Her fingers never quit pressing down on her clit, holding still while she rode out her orgasm. So focused on her was I that I didn’t realize she’d removed her hand. Not until I felt her small fingers ghost over my balls.

Instant.

Undeniable.

Bliss.

“Son of a bitch,” I growled out, teeth clenched tight while my body succumbed. Spurt after hot spurt left me and soaked her walls. Our combined juices spilled down her slick thighs and wet the sheets beneath us. “Holy fuck.”

“Indeed.” My girl was sprawled out, body spent and still trembling. “Nap?” she whispered into the quiet room.

“You’re perfect.”

I Saw You...

“Can’t believe the rock God brought me to a zoo.” She giggled between licks of her ice cream cone. “But so happy you did. Jesus, that reptile exhibit was insane. Gorgeous creatures, but scary as hell.”  There was a small bit of the sweet coconut treat on the corner of her mouth. A temptation too great to resist, and I brought a finger up.

It was early afternoon, and we’d finished our private tour of the Santa Barbara Zoo thirty minutes ago. After waking from our nap, I wanted to take—share with her one of my favorite places. Somewhere where you could smell the ocean and hang out. No one crowded me here.

Let me be.

No pressure from the outside media. The park’s staff knew us—the band and me—from a few years’ back when we made a donation. They both appreciated us and respected our privacy.

“You’ve got something…” Wiped the
now
liquid off but before I could bring it back to my lips, Slim grasped my hand. With her bright green eyes set on mine, she brought the digit back to her warm mouth and flicked her tongue over the tip. Then, because my girl can be an ass, she brought said finger between her pouty lips and sucked. Brought me all the way in, engulfed me in her mouth, and hollowed her cheeks.

I sat there, in a small little corner of a grassy sitting area, slacked jawed and fucking hard.

“Delicious,” she moaned after releasing me with a pop. Ari sat back on her knees and continued to lick that offending cone with gusto. Reminded me off the way she sucked me off this morning while inside the shower.

How her tongue would run up the underside of my shaft and flick the slit at the end.

“Fuck you.” I brought that same hand over my swollen length and pressed down. “Can’t you behave?”

“No.” Not an ounce of shame in that answer either. “Besides, I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ve got to get my fill in somehow.”

“So fast?” We hadn’t talked about when she would head back. Everything happened so fast. She’d showed up at my door three days ago, and I’d blocked out the world.

“Yeah,” Arianna sighed, her smile turning into a frown. “Have a meeting with my realtor tomorrow. Looking at a new building to possibly purchase.”

“You’re moving?” Showed how much we knew about each other. “Where to?”

“No, not moving.” Slim offered me a bite of ice cream, which I declined. I was enjoying just watching her too damn much. “I’d like to open another club, something closer to the beach. Looking at an empty building two blocks down from South Beach.”

“How old are you?” Because, fuck. What chick in her early twenties would be opening up a second club? Forget that she already owned a popular and very successful one.

“Old enough,” she quipped, but the slight curve of the right side of her mouth gave her away.

“Don’t give me that bullshit that a woman doesn’t share, Slim. No one buys that crap anymore.”

“Twenty-six.”

“I’m thirty-eight.”

“Already knew that, Cheesy,” she said, followed closely by a cute snort. “Everyone with internet access knows that. Public figure and all that hot mess.” She waved two fingers in the air to accentuate her point.

“That’s creepy.” Sitting up on my knees, I reached for her melting cone and tossed it in the small garbage bag next to my empty plate.

“Hey!”

“Shut it.” I crawled up her body, causing her own to lay flat on the grass. Her chest rose up, her breasts pushing up against the soft cotton of her tank. Her red lace bra peeked from the top. The soft swells of her breast pushed up high, almost obscenely—overflowing the delicate undergarment.

“What are you doing?” she whisper-yelled, eyes darting around us. There was no one in this section, a ways down from the regular eating area.

“I’m just getting comfortable, babe.” Rolling my eyes, I threw a leg over both of hers and lay down beside her. Nothing indecent about our positions, just a couple taking a breather after having had lunch. “Now, give me a peck.”

“God, you’re an insufferable—” I covered her lips with my own, silencing her in the process. A quick and heated kiss; one that left her both smiling and with that soft look in her eyes she got when I called her mine. “You don’t play fair, dork.”

“Never claimed I did.” Tucking her in closer, I kissed the top of her head. “So back to the building and you being a tiny mogul. What’re your plans, Ms. Garcia? Both future and now?”

“For the now, I’m doing just that.” Looking up at me from beneath her lashes, she gave me a cheeky grin. “I’m getting to know the man who’s staked a claim on me.”

“And you just let him? How irresponsible,” I admonished, tapping the end of her nose with my index finger.

“He has me prisoner, Cheesy!” She giggled and I growled. I’d gone from rock royalty to comedian. “Not much I can do but oblige to his every naughty whim.”

“Every?” Because…fuck. If that’s how we were playing the game, I wanted her now.  Out here. With just the grass beneath our bodies and the sun to keep us warm.

“No.”

“But.”

“No, Chester.”

“Fine.” I may have pouted a bit at the end, which benefited me. Ari balanced herself on one elbow, leaned over me, and kissed my lips.

“Love that pout,” she sighed before snuggling in once more. “Now, do I have your attention?” Nod and squeeze from me in response. “Good. Tell me, what shocks you about me outright purchasing a second building?”

That had me pulling back a bit to get a good look at her face. “You own Lujuria?”

“I do and don’t.” Waving a hand in the air, I urged her to elaborate. “My father does, and by extension so do me and my mother. He owns that building and every single one of our restaurants. His motto is: ‘If I can’t own it, then don’t bother.’ I’m the same and have been busting my butt for the past three years to have enough capital to buy the space I want in cash.”

“Damn…” grasping her hand in one of mine, I brought it up to my face and kissed her dainty palm “…I’m impressed, babe.” And then something else occurred to me. “Have you ever thought about a silent partner?”

“Not interested to be honest. My club, my say is final.” We’d see about that.

“What are the plans for this one? Similar to Lujuria?” I asked, needing to know more about what she envisioned. See if I could later talk her into letting me go in as a partner.

“To be honest, I want something geared toward the hipster crowd. Eclectic yet funky. Not your average club. This one will have sections made up of old airplane cabins and school buses. Three bars on two levels with bar tops made of resin-encased pennies of all shades. A drink menu from all over the world. In two words: rustic yet chic.” Her excitement was contagious. Hearing her talk with so much passion ignited my own.