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  I had no idea what kind of girl I had backstage with me that night. The only thing I knew was that I liked what I saw and I loved what I felt.

  She still does it all for me. Her body, mouth and all, flips a trigger in me that absolutely make me crazy to have a piece of her.

  Our kiss has quickly become a desperate attack on each other. She pulls away from my mouth only to lie back against the door of the truck.

  “Hell yes!” I take this as an invite to get a taste of her tits, which are fucking gorgeous by the way. I move my hands up her sides and expect her to slide down, but she grips tight and stays straddled around my waist. I use the same finger that I did earlier and slide it down the middle of her chest again. This time I pull her shirt further down and let the girls out to play. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra, just like every other fucking guy noticed.

  I use my hands to caress and wrap around each one of her breasts, rotating around the base of each one. I look up at her face and notice that she is watching my every move. I keep eye contact with her and lean in to suck on her hardened nipple. She continues to watch me and I draw my teeth around one of the buds, scraping just slightly. She smiles wickedly and leans into the side of my neck, biting it just hard enough to send sensations through my whole body.

  I can’t stop the groan that escapes. She takes that as a sign and bites again, just a little harder this time. Fuuuucckk me. That is making my dick even harder than it was before.

  “Shit! I’m going to fuck you in this parking lot.” I say through a moan that vibrates through me. She raises one eyebrow and smirks at me just as I hear the sound of gravel crunching behind me. I quickly pull her shirt back up over her chest expecting her to slide down, but she remains attached to my waist.

  This girl is fucking naughty. I’m going to have fun with her and I can’t help but wish I wasn’t leaving in the morning. I plan to enjoy her until the minute that I have to leave.

  “You doin al-right, back here?” His southern accent pisses me the fuck off. Ivy squeezes her legs tighter in warning. I’m sure she can tell that I’m about to blow the fuck up.

  “I’m good, Aiden. I will see you tomorrow.” She pulls my face into hers and starts kissing me. I’m angry and my mind starts going wild. Why is this all pissing me off? I don’t get jealous.

  “We’re heading out to a party. See ya’ll later.” I can tell there are multiple footsteps leaving us, but don’t bother to look to see who was watching us. I know it was that damn Rodeo Clown Posse in their fucking shit kickers.

  “MmmHmm.” Ivy doesn’t break our connection as she dismisses them. I’m done with this parking lot, just like I was done with the club earlier. It is time to move the fuck on. I take a couple of steps back and open the truck door, while she continues her attack on my lips. I am not sure how in the hell we are going to make it to her house, but I am going to attempt this.

  I set her down in the seat of my truck and she slides over to make room for me in the driver’s seat. I’m n serious danger of blowing my load if she so much as looks my way. I haven’t been getting any real relief in months. She has no mercy and begins rubbing on me as soon as I shut the door. I start the truck and peel out on the gravel trying to get the hell to her house.

  She waits just long enough for me to get out on the dirt road to start pulling off her jeans. She pulls off her top and I notice that she is the sexiest female that I’ve ever seen, and she is sitting naked in the front seat of my truck. I slow down as I appreciate the view. She leans over and begins to unbutton my jeans. I’m ready to spring free of this damn denim. She slides the zipper down and smirks as she looks into my eyes. I’m usually down for anything, but fucking and driving down the damn road is crazy.

  I shift my hips forward as my dick seems to have a mind of its own and has decided that this is a great fucking idea. I have slowed way down and the truck is just rolling down the road. I refuse to stop. I am getting her ass home and taking care of business.

  Then she begins to climb onto my lap.

  She faces the steering wheel and slowly slides onto me. Her legs are stretched over mine as she finishes sliding completely down. I have to hit the brakes because I can’t even comprehend anything except how tight and hot she feels. She turns her head to look at me and I am pretty sure that this is the moment that I have found the girl that I will be with for the rest of my life.

  “Do you need me to drive?” She says in a soft, innocent voice as she starts twirling her hair around her index finger. I feel the flex of her inner muscles and it makes me crazy. I am doing everything in my power to keep from moving my hips in a humping motion, but she is really challenging that.

  I smile and take my foot off the break allowing the truck to start moving again. She grabs the wheel and starts to steer. I let my hands roam and try to memorize every curve and muscle on her body. She enjoys herself as she shifts her hips slightly to torture me. Not thrusting upward is by far the most disciplined thing I have ever done. I want her bad.

  She flexes her muscles again squeezing me and I pull her off of me knowing I can’t hold back any longer. She shifts forward slightly allowing me to rub along her butt cheeks. I don’t need any help, but she shifts so that her ass cheeks stroke me until we have my sperm running down her back and my stomach between us. Sometime in all of that, I hit the brakes again and we stop right in the middle of the road. I look up in time to see a car coming in the rear view mirror.

  “We need to move our asses.” I let her steer as I let off the brakes again. I’m starting to enjoy this. I can tease her and she has to concentrate on driving. I wait until we park at her apartment to really start my teasing. We are not getting out of this truck until I pay her back.

  She turns off the engine and leans back against my chest. I let my hands slide over the curves of her breasts and continue lightly running my fingers around her nipples. She is restless and lets out small sounds of appreciation that lets me know she likes the attention I’m giving her.

  I’m completely hard again and ready for another round. I let one of my hands slide south to feel her wetness and her warmth makes me crazy. Fuck. She is going to be the death of me.

  She begins to rotate her hips as I touch her, grinding against me. She is lethal. I refuse to go again before I’m ready. I slip two fingers inside her and she nearly comes unglued. I love how I can make her just as crazy as she makes me. I pull my hand away causing her to whimper. I run a trail of her liquid back up her body and over her nipple. I brush my finger over her bottom lip as she barely misses my fingers with the flick of her tongue.

  I insert my fingers into my mouth and enjoy the sweet taste of Ivy. She turns her head and finds my lips. She wants a taste.

  We kiss with desperation. We are both fighting for air and struggling to control the kiss at the same time.

  “Lean up, baby.” I pull my lips away from hers.

  I lean over to get a condom out of the console. I wanted to take my time and enjoy our first go at it, but she is not cooperating.

  “You make me so fucking crazy. I need inside you now.” I pull the condom on and she slides down to the depth that she was at earlier. I fucking love this.

  ~Two~

  Ivy

  He is torturing me. If he doesn’t handle this, I am going to take matters into my own hands.

  “Oh god.” He fills me completely. I release a moan of appreciation as he thrusts deep within me. I lift up just slightly allowing him to continue.

  “Your ass is fucking beautiful, Ivy.”

  I can’t speak to him. I usually talk dirty during sex. He leaves me speechless. He knows where to touch. He knows his way around the female body. This can be a great thing, if I can forget the reason that he is so good at it. I have had my experiences that help me, just not near as many as I let people believe. I can count my partners on one hand. I seriously doubt he can do the same.

  He reclines the seat just a little and it changes our angle. I begin to grip the steering wheel a
s he quickly has me screaming through the best orgasm of my life.

  My body trembles and my muscles flex to draw out the sensations. We find our release at the same time. I collapse back into his lap and try to regain my composure. We are both sweaty and sticking to each other.

  I use my inner muscles to pull on him as he starts to pull out.

  “Shit, Ivy. Give me the damn condom. You are going to have to quit that shit or you will have my dick inside you constantly.” I release my grip and smile that wicked smile that usually gets me in trouble. He grabs my chin and licks my lips. Not in a sexy, kiss me way, but in a disgusting dog lick kind of way.

  “Stop! Don’t smile at me like that. I am going to lick you every time you smile that evil smile at me.”

  “What the hell? You are disgusting!” I wipe his slobber off of my face.

  “You are naughty and that smile doesn’t work on me.”

  “Riiiiight. You are immune to me.”

  “Obviously, that isn’t the case.” He holds up the condom and begins to dangle it in the air. “Now put your clothes on and go up to your apartment and shower with me.”

  “Who says that I want you in my apartment?”

  “You have no choice. I’m not finished here.” He runs his finger between my folds and flicks my clit.

  Even if I wanted to say no, he would be a pain in the ass until I gave in. I have learned that he is used to getting what he wants. I have no intention of telling this man no tonight. I slip over into the passenger seat to pull on my clothes. He yanks my black g-string panties out of my hands as I am trying to put my foot through them.

  “These are mine. I’m taking them with me on tour.” He shoves them in his pocket as he shifts upward to zip his jeans.

  “How many other panties are in that pocket?” I can’t stop my sarcasm from slipping out.

  “None. Just yours, Ivy baby.” His eyes melt me. I smile an apologetic smile, but still feel this aching inside.

  I am a jealous bitch. I hate feeling like I’m destined to share this man with random girls. I finish pulling up my jeans and throw my shirt over my head. He watches my chest the entire time that I am struggling with my clothes.

  “You will have to send me pictures when I am gone.” He says looking down at his phone.

  I open the passenger door and hop down from his truck. I pull my keys out of my pocket and start to head up the stairs. He is right behind me the entire time.

  I feel his hands on my butt about half way up the stairs.

  “I can’t fucking wait for you to wear one of those short skirts that you have.”

  I continue climbing the stairs and make a mental note to torture him in the near future.

  “Are you hungry? I have chicken that I can grill if you want.”

  “What do you have that doesn’t need cooked.”

  “Um. PB&J sandwiches?” I answer thinking he will want me to cook.

  “Perfect! Set the stuff out and meet me in the shower. We can make sandwiches later.”

  I do exactly as he says to. I take my time meeting him in the shower though. I pull out some lingerie and make sure that the room is ready. I slip out of my clothes and grab a towel.

  I can see him through the glass. He is facing the wall just letting the water beat down on his back. I can tell by the steam in the room that he likes HOT showers just like me. I slide the door open and slip in the shower behind him.

  I begin to run my fingers all over his back. I feel the ridges and contours of his muscles as he reacts to my touch. He has a tribal tattoo on the upper part of his right arm. I focus on the design and try to burn it into memory. I place a kiss over his tattoo and begin to trail kisses across his back. I smash my chest against him and wrap my arms around to his front. He takes my hands and kisses each of the tips of my fingers, giving each tip different treatment.

  The first finger gets a simple peck and he progresses the intensity as he moves to the next. By the last finger he has licked, nibbled, bit, or sucked each one of my fingers. It is such a simple move, but it hit me deep inside each time he attacked one of the tips.

  I use my teeth to lightly pierce his shoulder blade.

  “I’ve got myself a fucking biter.” He says as he turns to face me.

  He nips on my bottom lip and tugs on it and I pull back and smile.

  I grab the soap, knowing it is not a manly scent at all. I take the scrubby and begin to rub across his chest. He leans back against the wall and allows me to explore so I begin to make my way slowly south. He keeps his eyes closed as I wash his erection. I lose the scrubby and spread the soap with my hands. His hips edge forward and encourage me to continue.

  I use my tongue to trail a line down the center of his chest and over his stomach. I close my eyes as I near him and try to make this moment last forever. I love being this close to him. I love having my hands all over him while he enjoys it and he isn’t trying to battle me for control.

  I take my tongue and lick the under-side of his penis, from the base to the tip, using enough pressure to cause him to groan. When I continue my advances he wraps his fist in my hair and holds on until he decides to pull me back to my feet.

  “You are good at that shit.” He takes a few moments to catch his breath and then grabs the soap. “My turn.”

  Taron

  What is my problem? She has caused me to lose control multiple times tonight and it is pissing me off. I’m always in control of my dick. It seems to react to her easier than it ever has me or any other girl. I am tired of fighting this. She is all over me and I am a goner.

  I begin to rub soap all over her soft skin, but I decide not to use the scrubber so I can enjoy the feel of her body. The soap helps my hands glide over her and she begins to move into my touch. I turn her away from me and start to focus on her back. Here we are again, in that position where her hips are in control. She pushes back and grinds her perfect ass into my erection.

  “Take me to bed.” She is demanding exactly what I am dying for.

  She turns off the water and steps out of the shower. I watch her towel dry and love that she is not shy. She isn’t trying to hide behind the towel. In fact she spends more time with the towel on her head than she does her body. I grab a towel and do a quick once over and leave her in the bathroom to finish.

  I lie down in the middle of her bed, spread out for the world to enjoy my assets. She comes into the room and instantly her attention is focused on my dick. I have my arms behind my head and I enjoy watching her lick her lips with anticipation. She digs in her nightstand and I hear the sound of foil. She prowls, like the fucking pussy cat she is, up onto the bed on all fours. She wraps me in the condom and slowly slides down the full length of me. I let her control everything this time and she shows me just how wild she is.

  I can’t seem to get enough of her. We lie there entangled and I hear her stomach growl. I crawl out of bed and dispose of the condom on my way to the kitchen. I walk around her apartment completely naked and I don’t give a shit if someone sees me. It is proven that wearing clothes is a waste of time around her. I make sandwiches and grab us each a bottle of water.

  We sit on the bed, shoulders leaning on each other as we eat. I haven’t had a PB&J in a long time and it actually tastes damn good.

  “So what time do you leave in the morning?”

  “We have to be on the bus at 6:30.” I say already dreading the moment I have to walk out this door. “I’ll call you and text you, just like I have lately.”

  She is looking down, so I pull her face toward me. “We can talk every day and I will send for you at least once, if not twice. I may be able to fly in for a day or two. It’s only four weeks and it will go by really fast.” She looks doubtful.

  We finish eating and I don’t waste anymore time. We slide in next to each other and I love how it feels to have her in my arms. She uses my phone to take a picture of us.

  I look at the picture and instantly love it. We are both wrapped up in each other as I spo
on her from behind. My arms cover most of her breast and the sheet is wrapped around the front of her just enough to hide my favorite part. The rest is tan skin and perfection. Her dark hair is draped over her shoulder and I managed to sneak a kiss to her shoulder just as she snapped the picture. The view of my body behind her makes it an even better shot. I know this picture will be a favorite of mine for a long time to come.

  She falls asleep very quickly and I begin to wish I had brought my bags with me. I want to wake up next to her in the morning. I know myself, and I won’t have time in the morning to get my bags from the house.

  I slip out of bed and pull on my clothes. If I hurry home and get back, she will never know that I left. Then I can wake up next to her.

  This is new for me. I never stick around for morning. I usually have no desire to see the morning after look that I leave behind.

  I grab her key off the bar and lock the door. I hurry to the house and I’m not surprised to see that we have guests. I head straight for my room and grab my bags. I’m busy packing the last few things when I turn to see Eaven in my doorway.

  “Where is Ivy?” She asks me smiling.

  “At your apartment.”

  “What are you doing, Taron?”

  “I’m grabbing my bags for the tour.”

  “You know what I mean. I am not talking about what you’re doing right now. I want to know what you plan to do with Ivy.”

  “I plan to see where life takes us. I plan to enjoy the fuck out of your friend and I mean that literally.”

  “You are a pig, Taron. Good god!”

  “Well you asked!”

  “Just remember….”