Blur Me (3 page)

I can't believe this is happening. Liam Sims is about to go down on me. My music journalism career will be shot after this. And I have to say that, right now, I don't really care.

She felt a wave of exquisite warmth as his mouth kissed her slit. Her desire was tearing at her from the inside. His tongue slid up the delicate pink folds of her pussy to her clit, where it began to explore her soft, sensitive flesh with deliberate motions. Then he licked the sides of her pussy, where she'd trimmed the hairs short, before drawing his tongue up and down her pink center. He seemed to be savoring her moans and convulsions as she twisted and arched toward him.

It feels like I'm flying, except there's no plane around me. Maybe I'm just falling through space. Falling into him.

(crash)

She could feel herself coming a split second before the sensation immobilized her. It had approached fast, like a freight train at a blind crossing. When the first waves of pleasure raced through her body, she felt herself gripping Liam's head against her crotch, driving his tongue into her tight, dark hole as she thrust against him. Then she let out a loud moan, the kind that, had there been any neighbors close by, would have attracted unwanted attention.

He looked up at her with his deep brown eyes. “I take it you enjoyed that,” he said, laughing softly.

“I guess you could say so.” She looked at him wistfully. She could feel her panties slide against her pussy. They were soaked through with her juices.

I'm still so empty. I need to feel his cock driving in and out of my pussy before I leave today or I think I won't be able to drive straight on my way to the hotel.

“I've got one more thing for you,” he said.

One more thing. His cock, or a last kiss? Please let it be his cock. Please.

She watched as he stood up next to the couch and pulled off his jeans. He hadn't been wearing any underwear. He was completely naked, his cock standing outward in all its thick, hard glory. It struck her again, as she looked at his muscular body sculpted by ocean waves and two decades of playing rock and roll, that he put her completely at ease. There was nothing pretentious about his lust for her, about his nakedness or her vulnerability at that moment. She could let herself go with him. Fall into his rhythm.

She locked her gaze with his and pulled off her panties with a fluid motion, casting them aside. Understanding. She spread out her legs and watched as he moved between them, kneeling. Then his strong hands grabbed her by the ass and brought her as close to him as she could be without his cock actually parting her tight pink slit. He moved her with the confidence of a man who knows exactly how he wants to make love to a woman, without the slightest hesitation.

(he wants me now)

I'm ready. Please oh please I've never been as ready as I am now. I know this is crazy and – 

He pushed inside her. She inhaled sharply as she felt him fill her up, his cock reaching, pushing into her wet depths without mercy. Then the aftermath of the first thrust. A drug so potent on its own that she felt she might come. He moved his hands to her thighs and began to drive in and out of her.

If this is one of his songs, we're at the chorus. Singing in unison at the top of our lungs because that's the most natural thing to do when you hear it. And he's –

Pulling her against him. She could feel the grip in his hands, almost too tight on her thighs, as he moved his cock in and out of her tight, soaking pussy. Her clit was buzzing, as though the slightest touch could send her over the edge into the spiral of an orgasm she'd never imagined possible. She felt her nipples, still hard and pushing against the inside of her bra. To watch Liam fuck her, naked and beautiful and strong, to feel him enter her dark hole with his cock and imagine his own excitement, that was what she wanted in this moment.

“Oh my god yes!” she said. The words flew out of her unbidden and filled the room for a split second. She bucked her hips up against his cock, driving him in even deeper. She'd approached the crossroads of ecstasy once again. And this time, she knew that she was on the brink of something extraordinary. A sensory experience unlike any other.

She heard him grunt as he pushed hard into her, and that was when her clit led her towards an explosion of feeling. A release of such magnitude that it made her cry out in a sustained moan unlike any she had ever let out before. A primal encounter with the essence of pleasure itself. She and Liam were coming, together, in the way that only lovers brought together by the universe can. It made her want to laugh and cry at the same time, because she knew that there had been something even deeper than lust between them. She had felt it. Then her mind, at least for a moment, gave her a reprieve from thought and went silent, allowing her to feel and nothing else.

(awakening)

What have you gotten yourself into? Are you falling for this guy?
Get over this fast, Melissa. It will never work. N-E-V-E-R never. He might have given you two of the most amazing orgasms ever, and he is cute and charming and hot and –

(he understands me)

“You're lost again,” he said. He was looking into her eyes. They'd both collapsed together on the couch, his naked body pressing against her.

“I'm sorry, it's just that, well, I was thinking about us. We're so different Liam. And I can't stand to have my heart broken. This has been really sweet, and I think you're--”

“Shh,” he said, kissing her softly on the lips. “I really like you too. So let's try not to think too far ahead on this one.”

“I'm scared,” she said. He cupped the side of her face and kissed her again. Her eyes were moist.

“What will it take to get you to stay the night?” he said. “I'm a terrible cook, but I know where we can get great burgers a couple miles up the road.” He was smiling. The way he was holding her made her feel safe.

Take it one step at a time. Don't think too far ahead.

“Food would be good, but I could really use a bath. Do you have a tub?” She felt like she could look into his deep brown eyes all afternoon. Just gaze into them, because she knew that he saw her as she really was.

“You're in luck. I'll put the water on,” he said. His eyes were smiling at hers as he left her side.

I could get used to this. And that's what scares me. Good things like this never last. Not in the movies, not in my life. But I want to believe that maybe, just this once, the rules won't apply. That this really is my happy ending.

(believe)