Page 37 of Collide

“We can’t,” I say halfheartedly. I want nothing more than this girl. Nothing more than to slip inside her. Nothing more than her to reverse cowboy me, but I promised myself. “Ivy,” I warn, and then she slips back. Her wet pussy coats my stomach as her ass comes closer and closer to my face, and her upper body lowers. She wraps a hand around me, and I come out of my skin.

Sounds struggle to come from my throat. She strokes me. Once. Twice. And then the tip of her tongue hits the tip of me, and I tug her hips toward my face. Her mouth draws me in, taking me deep on the first suck, and I lift my head and lick up her seam.

Holy fuck. I can’t believe the position we are in, but I want this. I want her. Her mouth moves, her cheeks hollowing to deepen the suction, and my tongue works over her slick folds.

“Sweet Lord.” She hums over my thick shaft, popping off the head and then forcing me to the back of her throat. I reward her with the flat of my tongue, splitting her open and sucking on her swollen skin. Her hips wiggle, and my fingers dig into her thighs. She continues to work my dick with serious suction until I feel the tightening in my lower back and balls.

“Ivy,” I groan, pulling back from her and slipping a finger into her depths. My dick wants in this entrance, wants to fill her, and it’s jealous of my finger until she swallows over me, and then I can’t hold back. She’s drooling over me, and it’s dripping down my balls. She cups them, and I explode. My hips thrust up, and I know I’ve pressed too hard, but my body took over. Ivy doesn’t pull back, though, continuing to swallow every drop until I can’t take her mouth anymore.

I remove my finger and return my mouth to her, my tongue on a mission.

“I’ve never…” She gasps. “It feels so good.” I squeeze her ass cheeks, spreading them wide while my mouth savors her until her hips clench, and she stills. She hisses, giving my hip a nip to hold off the scream. I lap and lick until she whimpers, “No more.” Then I return the favor and nip at her inner thigh.

She squeaks as she flips her leg over my head and rolls to her side, the length of her body pressed against my side. Her eyes follow my withering length, and then her fingers tickle up the trail of hair.

“I’ve never done anything like that,” she says, coy-ish pleasure filling her voice. Her fingers travel higher, and she circles one of my nipples. My stomach muscles flinch.

“I’ve never done anything like that,” I tell her, astonished but also thrilled. “That was hot as hell.”

“Was I okay?” she asks, and the vulnerability in her voice nearly breaks me. I slide a hand up her thigh to her hip.

“You’re heaven, gorgeous.” The smile that follows my comment is better than sunshine.

+ + +

Over the next couple of days, Ivy and I share more moments just as hot and adventurous. I assure her each step of the way how amazing she is, and I work to convince her she’s special to me, but as the end date of my stay looms closer, I don’t know how we’ll carry on once we leave Hawaii.

“Dude, there’s a concert at the Bent Palm Tree. The Nights. We have to go.” Petty hits my thigh while we sit on the rooftop patio one late afternoon. I’m lazy as Ivy and I just had another romp in her room. She’s napping, and though I wanted to stay and hold her, I’m turning into a wuss around her, so I came to hang with the guys.

“The Nights. I haven’t seen them in years.”

“Perkins is my boy,” Petty states as if he knows the drummer personally. The Nights are lightyears ahead of us and about five years older than we are. The difference might seem juvenile, but it means everything in this business.

“I’m more interested in getting a gig at the Bent Palm Tree. Could you imagine?”

“Good to know you still have dreams,” Tommy mutters behind me, and I spin on the loveseat to face him.

“My dreams are stronger than ever, old man.” I shouldn’t be insulting him. I’m his guest as are the other guys, but Tommy and I have kept our distance the past few days. I’m not giving up his niece or my dreams, and I’m a little sour about giving up his friendship. Not only could we use him, but also, I like him. He takes my shit but gives back just as much.

“Huh.” He snorts as he crosses his arms. He’s wearing a black T-shirt with dark jeans, and I’ve decided this must be his uniform. He looks like a bouncer or a biker. Either way, he can be scary looking without meaning to be.

“Can you pull any strings for that concert?” Jared asks, strumming his guitar. We’ve been spending some quality time working on the original songs Ivy sparked in me. Jared’s more poetic then I am, so he’s polishing them up, and I’m excited to get back to a studio. The thought pinches my gut as I remember Ivy will be heading to Seattle while we live in a cramped flat outside LA.

“Good thing I like you fuckers.” Tommy slips his hand into his back pocket and holds out a set of tickets. Petty jumps over the back of the loveseat and wraps his arms around Tommy, hugging him while jumping up and down like a schoolgirl who just won a Bieber ticket. Tommy pushes at Petty, and Petty laughs as he snags a ticket from the hand. “Don’t ever do that again,” Tommy warns, but I see the hint of a smile. He’s pleased he surprised us, and even happy with Petty’s reaction. He likes to do things for others, I note, and I almost feel bad about the things I do to his niece. Almost.

+ + +

The concert setup is amazing. A medium-sized venue with a large, standing room-only space. A section near the back is roped off with two tall tables for our crew. I don’t know who Tommy knew to get us in, but that is the point. Tommy could open doors for us we couldn’t open on our own. I want us to rise on merit, but I also recognize it is who you know that moves you along the road. I still want Tommy’s help, but I wanted his niece more, and she wasn’t a bargaining chip.

“Can you imagine playing this venue someday?” Jared shouts over the pre-concert music. He’d love for us to only play these types of places, keeping the crowd intimate, but he knows if we grow, if we want to be bigger, we’ll eventually have to play larger places.

“The chicks.” Petty sighs, and I laugh. He has a one-track mind, but as my fingers twitch to pull Ivy close to me, I find my thoughts have one path as well. Ivy and I have agreed to keep it cool in front of her uncle although he knows we’re spending a ton of time together. He’s gone up to the stage door to talk to whomever gave him the tickets, and his absence buys me a stolen kiss.

When the performance begins without an opening act, the crowd roars, and the energy of the Bent Palm Tree takes on a new life. I pull Ivy against my front, wrapping an arm around her waist, and sing a private concert in her ear. I don’t perform cover songs, but it doesn’t mean I won’t sing along with a favorite. Ivy sways against me, rubbing her fine ass against the front of my jeans. Damn, my body responds so quickly to her.

She spins in my arms. “Take me somewhere before my uncle comes back.” While I’d like nothing more than to whisk her away, I don’t want to miss out on a chance introduction to someone affiliated with the Nights or maybe even the band themselves.

“Not yet,” I tease, kissing under her ear and turning her back around. She spins just as quickly to face me.