Whiskey and Country

“You wanna keep going or stop?” he asked, his voice croaky and rippling with lust.

“Stop.”

Nick jerked away from me fast, and I felt the cool air rush between us.

With my bottom lip between my teeth, I moved to my knees, and without a word, I straddled him.

“Dah—what—I thought—”

I placed a finger over his lips. “I don’t wanna stop. I just want to do it this way,” I said, barely recognizing my own voice, strained and throaty.

Nick hooked his hands to my hips, and I shifted over him, feeling the hard part of him taking residency between my legs. He stared at me, waiting for me to make the first move.

With a tilt of my head, I grazed his lips, loving how they felt on mine. How they reacted to my teasing.

“Now kiss me and don’t stop,” I said, almost pleading, my entire body combusting with restrained need and ache. And a whole lot of different sensations I couldn’t define.

Nick’s hands ventured under my top, pushing the cups of my bra down, his palms hot on my flesh.

I entangled my fingers in his blond locks, tugging his head back to look him in the eyes. My heart raced in my chest. His tongue dived into my mouth, and the fire burning inside me turned into an inferno, fed by Nick’s oxygen as it mixed with mine.

With my hands splayed on his chest, we ate each other up with our eyes, his whiskey irises bright and dark at the same time.

I rolled my hips over his, relishing the sensations of his thickness as it rubbed my most sensitive spot, sending bolts of electricity to the deep end of me and igniting each of my cells.

Nick clutched my hips and increased the friction between our bodies. I moaned so loud I feared I’d wake Jack upstairs. But I was unable to keep it bottled up inside.

“Come for me, Dahlia. Let go. Now.” As if he possessed a special key to controlling my orgasms, his words acted like a magic formula. I hadn’t reached a climax with a man in years. We were still dressed, and I became a pile of sizzling flesh in his arms as I dropped forward, my forehead resting between his pecs.

“Are you okay?” he asked, brushing the tendrils of my hair away from my face.

I grinned as euphoria flooded my veins.

“Better than fine. I’m fabulous. I’m flying. You unlocked something inside me, and now I’ll crave for more. So much more.”

Nick mirrored my smile.

“I’ll give it all to you. This satisfied smile is a good look on you. I can’t wait to see your I-just-got-fucked expression. If it’s half good as this one, I’ll be addicted to it. I can already tell.”

His hands found my breasts again, and he kneaded them, making me hot for him all over again.

I sat on my ankles, and moving back, I unbuckled his belt and freed his cock. It pulsated in my fist, hard and warm. Ready for me. With my hand around the base, I worked him slowly, getting used to the feel of him.

My tongue licked my lips as fantasies, wild and dirty, whirled in my head.

I pushed his shirt up, revealing his tantalizing abs, the ones I dreamed about since the day I saw him shirtless, water rolling down his chest. The vision had kept me warm most nights. And every time my vibrator showed up for a little private party of our own.

“I wanna taste you,” I said, my voice resembling more of a sex kitten than mine.

Nick nodded. Then shook his head. Nodded again, his head thrown back and eyes closed.

“I’m clean. Got tested a few months back. I haven’t slept with anyone since,” he said, panting. “Oh, God, Dahlia, just your touch is enough to break me apart.”

I smirked, relishing the power I had over him in that instant.

With my eyes trained on his face, I moved down and swept my tongue around the tip, enjoying the taste of him for the first time.

His hips buckled off the sofa as an animalistic growl escaped him.

I lapped at it again, eating him up as if he were made of ice cream. His pre-cum coated my tongue as I engulfed him deeper in my mouth.

“Fuck, you’re good. Oh yes—God.”

I sucked him harder. Pumped him faster. Pushed him deeper inside my mouth.

Every roar leaving his lips made me hornier for him.

Every pulse of his cock got me hungrier for him.

Nick grabbed a handful of my hair and set the pace. I had no time to catch a breath as he fucked my mouth. Our eyes found each other. His had never looked so dark before, the pupils dilated to the brim. Glints danced in his irises. The look on his face was a combination of pleasure, pain, and control. I had every intention of robbing him of the latter. My hand stroked him faster, drunk at the way he stared at me as if he was receiving head for the very first time and had no idea how to abandon himself to the pleasure, half-conscious and half-lost in it. A train of growls left his mouth, and he let go of me. A few bobs of my head later, his body stiffened.

“Dahlia, I’ll—” He pushed my head back, fisting himself until his cum covered his stomach in jolts.

With a swipe of my tongue, I licked the swollen tip of his erection. Nick blinked, staring at me as if I blew his mind.

I shrugged. “Told ya I wanted a taste of you. You stole that moment from me. I sampled the product.”

“Fuck, you’re hot.”

Moving his body up, he crashed his mouth on mine, devouring my lips, our tongues dancing the tango. His fingers tangled in my hair, and he deepened the kiss, sucking my tongue in his mouth, sending a flood to my panties. His thick semen transferred to my tank top, hot against my skin.

“You are amazing, Dahlia Ellis. Now I wanna eat your pussy until you beg me to stop, until I drain every orgasm out of you. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“I can’t wait,” I replied, leaning back to catch some air. “Not tonight, though. We both have to get up early tomorrow.”

His gaze lowered after we broke our embrace. “Damn, I ruined your top.”

“No, you just branded it. It might actually become my favorite one.” I winked, and he groaned against my mouth.

Nick cleaned his abdomen using the warm washcloth I brought him as I removed my sticky top. We kissed goodnight in the doorway, our mouths still hungry for each other. After a long shower, I slid under the covers, sleep claiming me as I dreamed of all the things I couldn’t wait for Nick to do to me, my lips stretching into a ridiculous grin. And my heart playing the most cheerful melody in my chest.

Only then I realized something. Music had finally made its way back into my heart.

Into my life.