Page 76 of Loved Out Loud
“Do I need to go set it out in the hall or something?” She starts to get up, ready to rid the room of any temptation on my behalf.
“No. I texted Xan to come get it before I came back in here. It should be gone.”
“Okay.” She glances in the direction of the suite’s kitchenette before looking back at me. “Thank you for trusting me with that confession.”
I pull her onto my lap. My cock comes alive at the feel of her hot center against it. She rocks her hips, a mischievous glint shining in her eyes.
“Feel something you’d like?” I ask with a smirk.
She reaches down, fisting my cock and notching it at her entrance. “I really do.”
“Ride me, baby.”
She begins to sink down on me, her eyes closed and lips parted. That won’t do. I don’t want her looking anywhere but at me. So that my eyes can say all the things I don’t think she’s ready to hear.
“Eyes on me, little Archer.”
I lock onto her beautiful gray irises just as she bottoms out around me. Her slick, hot cunt hugging my cock is quite literally the best thing I’ve ever felt. I want to scream into the ether that she’s mine, now and forever. Her hips rock as she moves her pelvis in waves over me.
“Stone,” she moans as my hand works its way down her body from her nipples over her stomach and finally to her clit. I palm her soft stomach while my thumb circles the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.
As hard as it is to hold back, I let her set the pace. Water sloshes around us as she increases her speed. Heat gathers inmy spine as I hold back my own release. The sight of her tits, partially covered in bubbles, bouncing as she rides me is sexy as fuck. Everything about her is so real. So fucking perfect.
“Fuck,” she whispers as she braces her forehead against mine. “Stone.” Her gray eyes are stormy as her pussy clenches around my length.
My balls tighten as I feel her orgasm crest and break around me. Her wet cunt squeezes my cock rhythmically. I move both my hands to her ass, filling my palms with handfuls of her as I begin to thrust upwards into her. Water splashes over the side of the tub as she cries out my name. Her back arches, pushing her tits to the perfect level, so I can cover her nipple with my mouth. Her nails dig into my shoulders when I bite down, just hard enough to cause a flash of delicious pain. She rocks against me while I continue fucking her, a second orgasm working its way through her body.
“Kiss me,” she begs.
I’m a goner as soon as our lips meet. I swear to fuck, all I’ll ever need for the rest of my life is this woman. Fucking her. Kissing her. Holding her. Laughing with her. Talking to her. I explode inside her, cum filling her pussy like I wish I could fill her soul. She’s mine.
Mine.
Hazel passed out as soon as we dried off and laid down, but my mind won’t stop spinning with lyrics and ideas. As much as I hate to pull myself away from her side, I get out of bed and pull on a pair of shorts. Closing the bedroom door quietly, I grab my guitar and sit down on the couch with my notebook.
Pages and pages are filled by the time the sun starts to peak over the horizon. I didn’t even realize I worked through the night until a beam of light hits me directly in the eyes. I close my notebook and put away my guitar, tucking the book of lyrics and music I wrote safely inside. I’m not ready to share them with anyone yet.
It turns out all I needed to get back into writing music was a muse. A woman who sees herself through a mirror tinted by lies from the god awful men in her life. I want to be the man that clears that fog, the one who helps her see her true reflection. The way that she actually is. Who she is.
Walking back into the dark bedroom, I crawl into bed beside Hazel. I pull her against me, wrapping my body around hers. Her body heat seeps into my skin, warming me in the most comforting way. This is what I want for the rest of my life. Her brilliant mind and soft body to welcome me home every night.
Twenty-Five
HAZEL
There'sa small table set up backstage with a box of tissues and a bottle of water. A note on the table reads:
Hazel- Enjoy the show. Here are some tissues for when you are overwhelmed with awe at our godlike performance and can’t hold back the tears.
XOXO, Xan and Tobias
These assholes are irritatingly charming. I make eye contact with Tobias, who’s the last to go on stage tonight just as he walks out. He blows me a kiss and winks as the crowd cheers when the spotlight hits Stone.
Jade and Darren join me as the band plays the first song of their set. She picks up the note and scoffs.
“Arrogant little fucks.”
“Are you really going to cry?” Darren asks, sounding uncomfortable.
