Page 89 of Taste of Surrender
“We’re really going to do this?” I couldn’t wipe the grin off of my face.
“Yep. We can move your stuff once the tour is over. In the meantime, I expect you to stay with me wherever we are.”
“I don’t know. You might get tired of me,” I teased.
“Never.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Taking this job was the best decision I ever made.”
“Agreed. Now let me show you one of the benefits of living with me. Get on your hands and knees.”
I pushed my boxers down and rushed to do as he said.
“You have the most perfect ass,” he admired, caressing one of my cheeks. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“Me either. Now fill me with your cock.” I wiggled my butt, trying to entice him.
“Oh, I will, but I want to play first.”
He spread my cheeks and circled his tongue around my rim. I lowered my forearms to the mattress and rested my head on them as I lost myself in how good it felt when he licked me there.
“I could eat your ass all night long,” he growled and plunged his tongue into me.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “I think I could come just from that.”
“Not yet. I don’t want you coming until my dick is buried deep inside you.”
He continued to tongue-fuck my ass until I was certain I couldn’t take anymore. “Malachi,” I moaned. “I need you.”
He grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and squirted some directly onto my puckered entrance before using his fingers to stretch me. When I was ready, he replaced hisdigits with the tip of his shaft. Rubbing his hands up and down my back, he nudged inside me.
“You take me so well,” he praised. “It feels like you’re strangling my dick.”
As he began to thrust, I moved my hands from the bed and braced them against the headboard and pushed back, forcing him to penetrate me deeper.
“Damn, you feel so good. Please fuck me harder.”
“Your wish is my command.” He picked up the pace and hammered into me, hitting the spot where I needed him most. “Is that what you want?”
“God, yes.” I reached down and began jerking my cock. “Don’t stop.”
My arm started to shake, and I didn’t know how much longer it would hold me up. Malachi’s movements became erratic; knowing he was close had my balls tightening. Within seconds, I spilled all over the sheets beneath me.
“I’m going to come,” he shouted as he gripped my hips so hard he’d likely leave marks behind.
“Do it,” I groaned. “Come in my ass.”
It didn’t take long before he shuddered, and I felt the warm spurts of his cum filling me. He trailed kisses along my spine as my heart rate slowly returned to normal.
“If I weren’t already sold on moving in with you, that would have sealed the deal.”
He chuckled. “Such a smartass. Now let’s go shower.”
The night of the concert,I stood in the front row between my parents and Malachi’s. Silas’s and Elliott’s families, along withNorah and Olivia, took up the rest of the seats as we all watched Surrender perform.
When it came time for the band to play “Whispers in the Night” instead of standing together, Savannah moved over toward Elliott, and Malachi came forward to the edge of the stage. Not long ago, he had admitted he’d written the song about me and now was looking directly at me as he sang the words about his desire for what we finally had.
My heart swelled with love for the man in front of me, and I lost myself in his dark green eyes that reflected all the affection and desire in his lyrics. After he belted out the last line, he mouthed the words, “I love you,” and crooked his finger for me to come forward. Once I was within arm’s reach, he wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.
