12. Chapter 12
Chapter 12
~ Heath ~
F ive days later, I grinned as I took Tiff's hand and pulled her into the stadium. I had a show in three days, and they were already setting things up for my concert since no one else was booked. Not to mention that practice would be here for the next two days.
"You snuck me in?" she teased, holding onto my arm with her other hand.
"No. Can't say I snuck. But there is no one else here and no one knows we're here." Well, yeah, guess that would mean I snuck her in. And it was fucking great.
"So, what's the game plan, huh?" she asked as we stepped on stage, and she looked around.
"I'm fucking you here, so that way I can claim you like you told me to." I didn't give her a chance to respond as my hands cupped her cheeks, bringing her lips to mine. I wanted to devour them, devour her. I wanted to love her two ways from Sunday. I wanted to make sure that in the future no man would ever compare.
Where that came from, I wasn't sure.
I was thinking about the future, and that wasn't like me.But I couldn't deny it. I didn't want anyone else to come near her and I would fight. I would make sure she understood who she belonged to and if she did leave, how no other man would even come close to me.
But if she belonged to me, I belonged to her. And something within that thought settled something within me. I was okay if she claimed me. Fuck, I wanted her to claim me. In every way possible. And it didn't scare me.
I backed us up to the drum set, slowly pushing her down on it, and grinned as I kneeled before her. Looking up at her, the sight of her bruised and plump lips had me going back in for more.
My tongue caressed hers as my fingers worked to push her leggings down, my mind flashing an image of her in that little set she showed me. Would she have it on now? Save it for later? Give me a special show?
I grinned as I flicked my tongue against hers before nipping at it, causing her to pull back. She smirked at me, slowly shaking her head.
"Do you like pain with your pleasure too?" she asked.
"Doesn't everyone?"
"No." She didn't give me time to think as her nails dug into my hair and tugged hard to pull my lips back to hers and I groaned.
Yup.She could own me however she wanted.
I managed to push her leggings down while still attached to her lips and sunk my fingers into her, causing her to break the kiss. She groaned, moving her hands from my hair to my shoulders, her nails pinching skin through the fabric. She leaned back, her elbows hitting the snare, and I think it might have been the most beautiful note I've heard.
Her look of pleasure was an image I never wanted to get out of my head. Her lips were parted, her eyes were closed, her cheeks were flushed, and I loved every little fucking bit of it. With strong willpower, I looked down at my hand. My tattoo finger pushed in and out of her pussy and I groaned.
"Hot, isn't it?" she panted, pushing her hips upward and I looked back at her.
"Being fingerfucked on a seat that will be seen by tens of thousands of people?"
"Hell no, though that thought is, too. Watching your hand."
I couldn't deny it. Somehow her obsession with this artwork had become my own. At least while doing this. There was something very unholy and yet so damn sexy about watching that finger with its cross get buried so far deep in her pussy, only to come out with her delicious juices covering it.
Yup, front-row seat with a first-class ticket straight to hell.
Maybe I ought to do a song with lyrics about naughty hand tattoos, the pleasure they bring, and the final destination one will have with them. Epic love ballad with all the feels. And as I sing about that, I'll make sure to include a woman who looks like this one who is panting and shaking, on the verge of coming so hard.
"No, you don't," I told her, withdrawing my hand.
"Wh…what…" she stammered, a bit shocked.
I couldn't blame her. But I had multiple places I wanted to screw her on.And this was only one of many.So, without wasting time, I lifted her up, ignoring her leggings that were there, and moved her to my amp, plopping her down.
I smirked as I kneeled before her again, spreading her legs wide, and licking my lips as I eyed the feast before me. I hadn't gotten the pleasure before to tasteher directly and I sure wasn't wasting it now.With one more glance up at her, I slid my tongue out and over her cunt, loving the quick inhale of her breath.
"Shit, Heath," she hissed, leaning further back so I could spread her wider and I loved it. I slid my tongue from the top of her to the bottom, loving how she jumped. So, anal play wasn't something she had done before. Something new we were going to have to try.
"I love how responsive you are," I told her before pushing my tongue back in, licking up all her sweetness.And fuck, it was so sweet with a tinge of salt behind it. Addictive even.
"Don't tease me, I'm far too close for that."
I grinned as I obeyed, sucking her clit into my mouth as I slid two fingers into her, pumping them fast a few times before adding another and curling them upward. I could feel her legs start to shake as she tried to hold back, but I wasn't going to let her.
I wanted her to coat my face.
I needed to taste her for days on end.
So, with my shoulder, I pushed her leg closer to my face, letting the stubble on my cheek brush her skin.The sensation, I could tell, drove her over the edge and she came, crying out and filling the whole auditorium.
I licked every last bit of her, looking up at her as she slowly came back to Earth.
"When I'm up here, performing, looking over everything, all I'm going to think about is that cry that filled this place. How undeniably hot it was. And how much harder it made my aching cock."
"Let me take care of that," she ordered, climbing off the amp and pushing me backward. "While you're looking at those screaming fans," she started, yanking off her shirt, "I want you standing in this spot, thinking of my body over yours, riding it like a pro rider."
So much for my dick lasting tonight. Her words and body were already making him eep.
Seeing her in all her naked glory was amazing. Freckles ran over her chest, arms, a few overher stomach, and down her legs. Andsomeday, I wanted to trace every one of them with my tongue. Then there were her tattoos. Not too many, but the few she had, hadcaptured my interest and only added to her appeal. I hadn't seen one since we started talking,so all were well hidden, and I loved that.
One day soon, I was going to have to worship this goddess beforeme. But now was not the day.
Now, the need was far toostrong to ignore.
Now, I needed to be buriedin this woman.
Now, I needed to feel hersweet cunt holding my dick tightly.
Now, was the quick run for thepleasure we both needed.
With that, I shed my clothes, tossing them down to make aslightly more comfortable spot. Buthonestly, my mind was too far gone with passion, the same passion I saw blazingin her eyes, to care about comfort. Ouronly care was reaching the heights of our pleasure together.
As she drew nearer, I held my hand out to her, pulling her down on my lap, my hands running over her back and into her hair, fisting it so I could bring her close to devour her mouth once more. My other hand roamed over her back and down her ass, pulling her right next to my aching dick. I loved that my mouth got to swallow her cry.
I lifted her slightly, letting her break the kiss to watch the dick she grabbed and moved to her center, slowly slipping into her. Well, we both watched with fascination and pleasure as the lines swirling around it entered her. Then, we both groaned once more at the naughty image the wet lines were when she pushed up, letting it leave her cunt.
"Shit, that's so fucking hot," I moaned, allowing her to hold him as she slipped down again. But playtime was over. I couldn't last in her heat, and by the way her pussy was already spasming around me, she didn't have long either.
I captured her mouth again as she rocked against me, her nail trailing up my arms and over my shoulders.I would proudly wear the markings she left. Letting everyone know that I was claimed, just like I was claiming her.
This body would never be attached to another man, not as long as I was breathing. With every pull of my dick, with every brush of my hand, with every flick of my tongue, I was branding her. Etching her soul with my name, with my logo. Just like she was with me, even if she didn't know it.
"Fuck," she cried, breaking the kiss yet rocking harder against me.
"That's it, baby, use me to chase your orgasm," I whispered into her neck as I licked and sucked, feeling the shaking within my arms. Hell, I wasn't far behind her. And I fucking couldn't recall the last time I got that close to ending that quickly.
"Heath," she moaned louder, tilting her head back to give me the access I wanted. And I wasn't going to deny her. I bit down on her sensitive spot, sucking hard, causing her to scream as she came.
All the clenching, the crying, had me following her, releasing my own cry, and panting hard. I dropped my head to her chest, holding her close, and started to chuckle.
"What?"
"I'm going to struggle listening to the screaming fans when all I will think about is the sounds of our climax together, filling this huge spot."