Picture Perfect (26 page)

I felt rather than saw him taking position over me, my eyes snapping open to find him looking at me with fire in his eyes. 

“You’re so fucking sweet babe.  I fucking love eating your pussy.  You know what I love more than making you scream as you come on my tongue?”

I shook my head mindlessly as I tried to focus on him, but my body was the boss right then, not my head. 

Pushing my knees back against my chest, he thrust into me with one powerful surge that I felt in every cell in my body.  My mouth opened in a silent scream as he plunged into me, his every movement slow but incredibly deep.

“What I love more is burying myself in your
exquisite little cunt and holding on for dear life as you squeeze the fuck out of my cock and my heart.  Never in my life have I felt anything as incredibly good as being inside you.
Never
.”

Grabbing the camera again, he powered it on and handed it to me.  “Take some pictures baby.”

I clenched around him as I moaned, beyond turned on by the sight of him over me.  I snapped a series of pictures of the two of us joined together and a dozen or more of him on top of me before I lost the ability to take pictures, so I turned the camera off and gently dropped it on the floor next to us.  I whimpered as I began to meet him thrust for thrust, pushing my hips upward to take every beautiful inch as he surged inside of me. His pubic hair danced against my clit every time his balls smacked my ass, and the room filled with the sounds of both of us losing whatever tenuous hold we had on ourselves.

The flimsy mattress was squeaking so loud that I knew that anyone who was in a room on either side of us could hear every punishing thrust, but I didn’t care. 

“Play with your tits babe.  Pinch those gorgeous nipples for me.”

I did as he asked, rolling and pinching my nipples between my fingers as he
kept up his never-ending assault on my senses.  Nothing mattered except the feeling of him as he entered and then retreated repeatedly, his plunges deep and hard.  This was not sex as a sprint; it was a long distance marathon and my body was ablaze.

Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he pulled me hard against him as his thrusting increased in speed and depth.  Both of us were out of breath and I kept letting out keening cries as he pounded in and out like a mad man
, gaining momentum the longer we went on instead of slowing down.  My sex gushed as I met him at every thrust, begging him never to stop.

I heard the phone ringing in the room, and we both ignored it.  No one knew where we were, so the call wasn’t for us.  I continued to scream out as his thrusts reached maximum depth, every one of them slamming into my cervix in the most delicious of ways. 

“Fuck,” He yelled, “So fucking good!
Baby
!”

The phone
continued to ring, but we were both coming to the end of our journey and we didn’t care.  I yelled for him to fuck me harder, begged for him to come inside of me as the mattress squeaked in protest so loud that it was like having a squeaking bed soundtrack playing at top volume.

I felt my orgasm coming on like a freight train, and I knew I was in for it.  Grabbing his shoulders I screamed as I tried to tell him what was happening.

“I’m
so
close…. I’m going….”

As he nodded at me, trickles of sweat dripped from his fore
head onto my cheek.  “I’m done… I’m going to come too!”

Impossibly, his thrusts picked up even mor
e speed as I clenched below him, screaming as I exploded around him.  He let out a series of yells as he started to come, and I held on for dear life as I continued to come.  The phone was ringing again, but I only realized that at the very back of my mind.  Both of us were lost in the most intense of orgasms, my nails digging into his shoulders as he hammered into me at supersonic speed.  I felt each pulse as he spent himself inside of me and cried out as his come made my orgasm stronger.  For a moment, it felt like the world tipped on its axis and dropped out from beneath me, or possibly, there was an earthquake, but nothing mattered except Flynn.  He was my anchor in the storm, and I focused on him and him alone.

When we were
finished, he dropped down on top of me as I wrapped my legs and arms around him and held him close.  We were both breathing as if we’d just run a marathon, our body’s damp with sweat.  I shivered when he pushed my hair aside and nuzzled into my neck, and then groaned aloud when he bit my neck and sucked in as his tongue wiggled against me.  I knew he was leaving a mark, but I was fine with it.  If anything, I found it sexy.

Pulling away, he looked into my eyes as he smiled
down at me.  “I just came so goddamn hard that I’ll remember that feeling for the rest of my life.  You’re fucking amazing that I can’t even think straight.  You give every part of yourself to me and it blows my mind. I treasure you baby.”

The phone kept on ringing, but neither of us moved to answer it.  I wondered if all motels were this annoying, but then quickly forgot about the annoyance when I looked at Flynn.

I was smiling at him, about to tell him that I treasured him too, when I realized that we were sliding down the bed.  Pushing him off I had just enough time to say, “What the…” when I realized what I’d felt at the end hadn’t been the earth turning on its axis or an earthquake.  What I had felt was the bed breaking beneath us.  Somehow the legs had given out on the bottom portion of the bed, and now the whole thing was tilted.  When Flynn saw what I was pointing to, he burst out laughing.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.  We broke the damn bed!”

We were both still laughing when the banging started at the door.  Grabbing his shorts, Flynn pulled them on before flinging the door open.  “What?”

I couldn’t see who was there, but I heard every word.

“Sir, I’m the manager of this motel.  I got almost twenty phone calls in the last hour from furious guests, all of them beside themselves because of the loud noise coming from your room.  What you were doing was so loud that I could actually hear it through the phone.  I’ve been working at this motel for two years and never…  Wait a minute.  Holy shit! You’re Flynn Rand!”

I buried my face in my hands, knowing that we were in for it now. 

Sighing, Flynn nodded.  “Yeah, I am.  Look, I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience.  Let me get dressed and I’ll come give you my credit card.  I’ll pay for every single occupied room in the motel for one night to compensate for the inconvenience.  Also… we, ah… we broke the bed.  So you can charge me for that, too.  I’ll do anything you want, but please be decent about this.  If you’re going to call the tabloids, please wait until we’re gone.  I don’t want my girlfriend being subjected to the shit that will start if you do that.”

“No way man.  I’m not calling anybody.  You paying for the rooms and taking care of the cost of the bed is enough.  I’m a huge fan.  Huge.  I promise you, if the tabloids get ahold of this, it won’t have come from me.  You don’t even need to come to the office now- just have someone call with your credit card information later.  I’ll tell you straight up that
you only need to pay for two rooms on either side of you- that’s four rooms in all- and the bed will probably cost about a hundred bucks for a new frame.  You don’t need to pay for every occupied room, don’t sweat it.  Just take care of the people that were going to light me on fire and we’re cool.”

I saw Flynn’s arm hand shoot out as he shook the managers hand, and I was relieved in this case that he was famous and that it had worked in our favor. 

“Thanks for being so cool about this man.  What’s your name?”

“My names Jimmy.  Thanks for making such great music!  Your stuff has been getting me through law school for the last three years.”

“It was nice to meet you Jimmy.  I won’t forget how cool you just were.  Thanks buddy.”

Closing the door, he turned and looked at me.  “We just dodged a serious bullet.  Let’s get dressed and get the hell out of here before one of the guests figures out
who I am and starts snapping pictures with their cell phones.  Make sure you grab the camera.”

I had no time to complain about the lack of time to shower.  Instead
, I hauled ass and pulled my clothes on lightning fast as Flynn did the same. The last thing I did was grab the camera and then he grabbed my hand and we ran to the car. 

We had twenty minutes to spare before he had to be back at the studio, so we took the extra time and went to get some burgers and fries. 
While we waited in the drive-thru line I did the best job that I could repairing my appearance, but it was pretty obvious what we’d spent our lunch break doing.

When we got back to rehearsal space I ran to the bathroom and spent some more time cleaning myself up, and by the time
that I was finished I felt more confident that it was slightly less obvious that I’d spent my lunch break flat on my back and full of Flynn.

After practice when we went home, we looked at the pictures we’d taken in the hotel.  They were unbelievably hot, but we both agreed that next time, we were going to use a flip camera to record the entire thing.

We were snuggled together on the couch watching
'House Hunters'
, laughing as we voiced our disagreements with the couple in the episode about which house they had chosen.

“I mean seriously, the one they wound up with is
shiteous,” I said.  “They totally should have gone with the craftsman.  Instead, they chose that old box that needed a shit ton of work.  I hate when they catch up with the people on the episode at the end and like none of the work has been done that the house needs to be a home.  I was hoping that maybe they had a plan that would make the house better, but instead, they seem to like the way it was.  You know what I mean?”                                                                 

“I agree-
the craftsman was the way to go.  The wainscoting alone made the house number one in my book, but the size and beauty of that kitchen was unbelievable.  I can’t believe they chose the house with the pepto pink bathroom.  I also can’t believe that since they bought the house they painted the walls of the bathroom pink to match the tile and then they accented with purple towels!  I’m diagnosing that couple as being colorblind.  There is no way a person that could see color would have chosen that.”

It wasn’t a surprise that we were house compatible
.  Really it was just one more indicator that we were the real deal. I couldn’t wait to create a
home
with her.

“I’ve already talked to Dante about getting having Hart build the new house, and Spencer and Dominique
are on board to design it.  Since we both like craftsman style accents, we should incorporate that into the design.  We both liked the tall wainscoting and I noticed that you went mad for that farm-style sink that was in the kitchen in the house they toured that we liked. I like that and I can see us in that type of kitchen. I’m thinking we’ve got a design style to go with.  I like the location of this house but it’s up to you babe, we can move to a completely different neighborhood if that’s what you want.  I would like to stay within twenty minutes of my dad and grandparents, but we should really discuss what your parents want to do long-term as well since they’ve already indicated that if you’re staying, they’re moving here. They should probably look at neighborhoods when they come out for the show.   What do you think?”

She looked like I’d just told her that I was
going to put on a sex show on the front lawn. The silence was stretching too long for my liking so I prodded her for an answer.  “Babe, thoughts?”

Shifting nervously she said, “Uh, well, it’s early days yet Flynn.  Who knows where we’ll be when the tour ends. 
You should decide where you want to live and design your house on your own.”

I went from
content to gutted in under five seconds.  How in the hell were we not on the same page?

Like dominoes, all of my worst
fears started to fall around me as a light began to shine on something that she did that I’d glossed over. Tess
never
discussed our future beyond the tour,
ever.
  How had I not noticed that before? Now that I was thinking about it, she never really talked about how our relationship would be once the tour started.

Every second I spent with Tessa told me that I was in deep.  It felt right and I was all in, but now I wasn’t positive that
she
was.  Was it that she just wasn’t in the same place that I was, or did she just not want a future
with me?

I was freaking the fuck out.
  If she wasn’t in this with me, I was fucked.  The idea that she didn’t feel the same way I did made me sick to my stomach.  Letting out a frustrated breath I ran my hands through my hair as I tried to calm myself down. 

It didn’t work. 

“What the hell do you mean who knows where we’ll be when the tour ends?  Are you saying you don’t see us together?  Why the fuck would you say that Tess?  Are you not happy?  Am I doing something wrong?  You haven’t said that you’re unhappy so I didn’t know… I’m new to all of this, and clearly I’m fucking it all up somehow if you already think we won’t be together months from now.  I’ll do whatever it takes baby, but I’m not a mind reader.  Talk to me.”