Page 122 of A Tragic Melody

“Don’t you prefer when I say sorry with my tongue?” I nod as he pushes me into the closet. “I am sorry. You know I just get crazy about the music we make.” His fingers work quickly on my jeans. “I want it to be the very best.” He nuzzles my neck as he pushes down my jeans and panties in one move. “Your voice is so good, I just want to make it shine.”

“I know,” I groan as his fingers begin to stroke my clit. “But you’re so intense sometimes,” I moan as he pushes a finger into me.

“You say intense, I call it passionate.” His lips travel down my neck.

“Both can be true.” I smile at him.

“You are so beautiful,” he says as he pulls back. “Can you blame me for being a little intense about you?”

“But it’s not me you’re intense about.” I gasp as he drops to his knees in front of me. “It’s the music.”

He chuckles. “Tues, you are the music.” His mouth latches on to my clit, and my back arches.

“Fuck.”

He fingers me as he sucks on my clit, and I come in a matter of minutes. At home, he’d take his time, but here he doesn’t. Here, he makes me come quick and hard. I cover my mouth to keep from making too loud of a sound, and he drags it out until I’m coming again.

“Wyatt,” I moan, pulling at his hair. “I want your cock now. Please?”

“You ask, I jump.” He laughs, pulling back. “Turn around for me.”

With my pants bundled at my ankles, it’s awkward to turn around, but once he is standing, he helps. Spreading my legs as far apart as they can, he wedges his hand between my legs again.

“I love you,” he whispers in my ear, keeping his head on my shoulder.

“I love you, too. Now please,” I groan as his fingers lightly stroke my clit.

“Tell me something, Tues,” he moans in my ear as I feel his cock nudge at my opening. I’m always impressed by how quickly and effortlessly he can slide a condom on. “What do you love more, my cock or how I play guitar?”

He slides the tip of his cock in, and I grip the shelf in front of me.

“Right now?” I groan. “Your cock.”

He laughs. “That’s okay, right now I love you moaning more than singing. Can you moan for me?”

I nod.

“Softly. Remember, you aren’t playing for a crowd right now, just me.” He pushes into me fully, making me gasp.

“Wyatt,” I moan.

“Yeah. That’s what I want to hear right now.”

He grunts as his hips continue to thrust into me. Slow, steady thrusts that go so deep, I swear I can feel him in my throat.

“I’ll try to be less intense,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

I nod. “Or…fuck. Don’t be less intense.”

He laughs. “I’ll be whatever you need me to be, Tues. I’m yours to have or destroy.”

I come around his cock, because if he’s taught me anything, it’s that vulnerability is very sexy.

He finishes a moment later, pulling out of me. I lean forward, trying to catch my breath as he ties off the condom and does up his pants. He bends down, tugging up my panties and pants.

“Do you mean it?”

“What?” he asks as I turn around, buttoning my pants.