Storm (Ashes & Embers 1)

He breaks away from me and runs his hands through his hair.

“Why didn’t you call me? Or text me? Did you change your mind?” He grabs both of my hands in his. He looks so worried and totally frazzled. He’s unshaven, his shirt wrinkled. He looks as if he jumped on a plane right after his concert.

“Changed my mind? About what?”

He looks around my apartment and then back at me. “About me. About us.”

I shake my head frantically. “No… of course, not. It was just…” I try to find the right words. “So horrible with Michael. I was upset. By the time I got here, my head was just killing me and I couldn’t deal with any more of it… so I took a Valium and it completely knocked me out.” I lean up and kiss his cheek. “I can’t believe you came here, I’m so sorry. I feel terrible now… It must have cost you a fortune to get here so fast—”

“Evie, I don’t give a shit about that. I just needed to see you.” Holding my hand, he walks me to the couch and pulls me down onto his lap. “This place is really cute, just like you. I like it.”

I snuggle up against his chest. “I do, too. I like it even better with you here.”

His hand goes to my neck and gently pulls my mouth to his. He kisses me so softly, his lips traveling across my cheek, then down my neck, lightly sucking and biting along the way. His other hand slides up the back of my t-shirt and then slowly comes around to cup my naked breast beneath the thin material, his thumb rubbing over my nipple.

“So this is it?” he whispers between kisses. “It’s just me and you now?”

“Yes. It’s over with him.”

The biggest smile ever spreads across his face. “I’m so fuckin’ happy, baby.” He pulls me in for another long kiss. “The whole way here I was worried I would get here and you wouldn’t be here. And you’d tell me you changed your mind and stayed with him.”

I move on his lap until I’m straddling him, and rest my hands on his chest. “Never. I want to be with you.” I close my eyes for a moment. When I open them, he’s still staring at me, smiling. “Just… please, Storm. Don’t hurt me. I’m so scared to be with you, but I’m even more scared to not be with you.”

He tilts his head at me and lifts my chin up with his finger, forcing me to look into his eyes again. “Evie… I will not hurt you. Yes, we’ll fight and annoy each other. I’ll probably be an asshole sometimes when I’m tired or pissed off about something… but I will not screw this up. We’re on this ride together, okay?”

His large hands encircle my waist, and then slide up my back, pulling me down to him. His lips come down on mine again, his tongue meeting mine for a sensual dance. I feel his hands slowly lift my shirt up until my breasts are bare. He leans back against the couch and just looks at me for a few moments, his hands coming around and covering my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples. He brings his lips to my chest and drags his tongue between them, squeezing them in his hands as his tongue moves from one to the other, flicking over my nipples, sending a million little lightning bolts up and down my spine. My hands go up to cradle his head, my fingers in his hair as he licks and sucks. Straddling him this way, I can feel his cock between my legs growing harder.

He pulls away and looks up at me, flashing me that devilish sexy smirk. His signature stage smirk that drives the girls wild. I love when it’s just for me. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined you’d be. I haven’t touched a pair of real tits in about ten years. I could sit here all day and just touch and lick you.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

He nods. He flips us over and in one smooth move, I’m flat on my back on the couch and he’s lying on top of me, propped up on his arm. His hair hangs down into my face, tickling me.

“You bet your sweet ass that’s a compliment. You’re going to have a hard time keeping me away from you.”

He lowers himself and meets my lips, letting his weight down on me. This is the first time he’s laid on top of me, and he feels massive and muscular. So solid and strong. His shoulders and back are broad, spanning almost the entire width of the couch. Wanting to feel his flesh, I lift the hem of his shirt, tugging it up, and he quickly pulls it off and throws it on the floor. My hands go to him in a frenzy, running up and down his rippling back. Damn, he feels good. He nudges my legs apart with his thigh and settles between mine, heavy and hard.

He devours my mouth with kisses, his hand on my breast, squeezing, and then lightly tugging my nipple, the painful pleasure of it driving me wild. His kisses are like a drug that I can’t get enough of, so deep, his tongue caressing mine. I let my hand travel down the length of his back until I meet the waistband of his jeans, and then push my hand under his jeans to squeeze his muscled ass. Even his ass is hard as a rock. I want to see this man in a pair of tight boxers. Stat.

He pulls away from my lips, but not too far. “You’re asking for it,” he growls.

“I am,” I breathe out.

Yes. Asking. Begging.

“I have bad news,” he says.

My heart stills. My breathing halts.

“I only have a little over an hour before I have to get back on a plane for the concert tonight.”

“No…” Yes, I just whined. Like a teenager.

“I really don’t want to leave, baby. You have no fucking idea how bad I want to stay here and lick every inch of you.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Two more weeks, Evie. Then I’m all yours. I told my mom you were gonna need a few days off when I get back so I can properly ravish you.”

I giggle. “Did you really? Why do I have a feeling you got me this job with your mom just so you can get me days off?”

He kisses my neck. “You got the job all on your own, baby. But I will be getting you days off. Fuck… I promised myself I wouldn’t start this when I got here. I don’t want our first time to be rushed with me leaving right after. I won’t do that.”

Ahh. I love him for this.

“That would upset me,” I reply, raining kisses on his bare chest.

“But… I would love to give you your first lesson. If you want it.”

What he’s saying slowly sinks in. A blowjob. Lesson one.

He’s leaning above me, watching my eyes, caressing my cheek with his fingers. His eyes are dark with lust. I don’t want him to leave this way, with a monster hard on. Especially knowing Juggsy is on the other end of the plane, along with hundreds of other women who will be grabbing at him on stage tonight.

But even more than that, I want to give him something. A piece of me. I want to show him how much I want him, how happy he’s made me.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Show me how to get you off like you did for me on that table.”

His eyes widen and he kisses me hard. “You’re sure?” he asks.

I nod before I have a chance to back out.

He gets up and gently pulls me with him, then lifts my t-shirt all the way off, throwing it o

n the floor with his.

He kisses my lips quickly. “Go in the kitchen and get a soda and a towel.” When I stand up, he spanks my ass playfully before I walk away.

Shit. A soda and a towel.

Don’t think.

When I get back to the couch, his eyes are so dark and intense that it almost scares me. There’s this side to him that’s here right now that I’ve seen glimpses of, that is incredibly sensual and powerful. It literally seeps out of him. It completely obliterates his normal sweet, sexy smile and laughing eyes.

“I want you to undress me.” His voice is low and gravelly, like when he sang on stage that night.

I kneel in front of him and undo the laces on his boots, pulling them and his black socks off. Swallowing hard, I unbuckle his belt, my fingers trembling. I unbutton his jeans, pull the zipper down and tug his jeans and boxers all at once and down his legs. He lifts his feet so I can pull them off completely.

He spreads his tattoo-covered legs a bit more, giving me room to kneel between them. I finally let my eyes wander to his long, thick cock. He was right—it is bigger than the vibrator and looks to be twice as big as Michael’s is. I fight the urge to gulp and stare. My vag muscles clench just looking at him.

He takes my hand and puts it over his cock, gently squeezing my hand around him, his eyes pinned to mine. I grip him gently, slowly moving my hand up and down the length of him. He touches my face, his thumb grazing over my lower lip, and then pushes his thumb past my lips into my mouth. His eyes are dancing with fire, his breath quickening already. His thumb is slightly calloused and a bit salty. I run my tongue over it and feel it pressing against the roof of my mouth.

“Suck on my finger, Evie,” he says, his eyes lowered to my lips.

Obeying, I suck his finger further into my mouth and roll my tongue around it, sucking the tip like a lollipop.

“Don’t forget your hand.” His voice is just above a whisper. My hand has stilled on his cock as I am mesmerized with his finger in my mouth. I start to stroke him, feeling the ridges of him, the dampness at the head. I suck his finger deeper into my mouth until my lips reach his palm.