Beautiful Mistake Page 3

  “Fuck,” she breathed as her head lulled back on the pillow

  “I knew it would be good, but damn, girl.” I slapped her thigh as I pulled off the condom, tied it, and tossed it in the trash. “Wanna smoke a J?”

  “Hell ya.” She sat up and looked at me. I was still semi-erect. “I love your cock,” she said admiring it in a love-sated haze.

  “And your vajayjay is everything.” I lit up a joint and laid next to her in bed. “I’ve dreamed of fucking you,” I mentioned casually, hoping it didn’t freak her out.

  “Yeah, same here.” She took a toke off of the joint and let it stay in her lungs before she blew out a sexy plume of smoke.

  She was hot even when she smoked a blunt. I fucking loved her.

  “So why didn’t we do this sooner?” She handed me the joint, and I took a long toke.

  “We’re family. We’ll probably fuck it up.” She took another hit and flashed me an earnest gaze.

  She was right, this was dangerous because she and I were emotional, artistic, and bound to each other by friendship and family. If we messed this up, we would be doomed to see each other at holidays for the rest of our lives.

  “Yeah. So what do we do?” I was curious to hear what her answer might be.

  “Let’s do this. If we mess it up, we’ll just be miserable at Fourth of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas, every year forever …” Her eyes were questioning me; was I willing to risk that?

  “I’m good with it, holidays are overblown anyway.” I think I made the right choice … at least I hoped I had.

  She leaned over and kissed me. Her lips tasted like marijuana and sex. I wanted to fuck her again, but I wasn’t quite ready, so I kissed her passionately, hopefully letting her know-how in this I was. We kissed for a while, and my emotions were stirring again. My heart … I hadn’t been so in this, not with anyone, it was electric and terrifying. Our band had one hit, and I was supposed to write another, but the inspiration was fleeting … at best. However, my mind was wild with emotion. I could write from this place, so I got up off the bed and laughed as her curious eyes followed me as I grabbed my guitar and she smoked the last of the joint.

  “Are we gonna jam?” she asked, enthused.

  “Sort of. I need to write another hit song, and you’re my muse.” I jumped back in bed with my guitar in my hand and started strumming.

  “I’ll get mine too. I babe writing music, it’s kinda my thing.” She got off the bed and I watched her walk across the room, her perfect ass swaying back and forth.

  I was almost ready to have that ass again; next time I was gonna take her doggie style and slap it until my cock sang her name. She climbed back into bed and lovingly caressed the strings. She found some cool dissonant chords and I threw down a melody. The sound was supercharged with sexual energy. It was hot, sultry music that made you want lots of crazy passionate sex. Not a hit necessarily, but it would get your blood pumping. We went with it and just jammed to our babe beats. We weren’t going to find a hit song that night, but I was definitely going to hit it again with her.

  “You are rain from the skies, cooling my thunder and wetting my thighs. My rod and staff, they come for you, goddess of sex and plunder, everything is right when you are under … me. Sing the chorus.” I added a few chords and threw her a look beckoning her to add to the fun.

  “You know that sucks, right?” she teased.

  “Then suck on me …” I played.

  “Your rod and staff, then set them free.” She wiggled my cock out from under the guitar with one hand as she held her guitar with the other and started pumping my full erection. I’d bounced back much faster than usual; she was a sex siren. All she had to do was look at me and I’d be raising my Calvin’s up the flagpole.

  “I don’t think you’re putting your heart into this,” I teasingly scorned.

  “You’re right.” Her face fell dramatically. “I’m putting my heart into this.” She squeezed my cock harder shooting lightning bolts through my skin.

  “Jam is over.” I tossed my guitar to the end of the bed, and she set her guitar down and returned her attention to me.

  She licked my cock like a lollipop exaggerating every stroke of her tongue. Even though I was pretty high, I still managed a massive boner with just her mouth. When she lapped at the head of my cock and gave it a nibble, that was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. My arms flailed behind me to grab a condom as she rubbed herself, fingering her pussy till it shone with arousal. My arm was still groping for the drawer as I watched her.

  “I can help with that. Just let me find a condom.” My voice was tense and hoarse.

  Melody, on the other hand, was relaxed and calm. “I’m all good here, and I’m on the pill; I like to keep things regular. We can commence whenever you’re ready. Unless you like condoms, then, by all means, use one.” She straddled my stomach with her perfect legs and danced her wet pussy over my cock head.

  “Oh, okay then. You take the wheel. I hate condoms, but I do usually use them. However, if you’re on the pill, then I know I don’t have to use them with you. With Reyna around, your love life is pretty much the evening news in this house.” I laughed and laid back letting her take control.

  I didn’t usually like to give up control, especially in bed, but since I was of such a large size for her small pussy, I wanted her to feel comfortable. There would be time to regain my alpha status in the bedroom. She gently positioned my cock at her entrance and guided me in. Her eyes rolled in her head as she wiggled herself farther and farther down my shaft. I was happy I wasn’t too thick, just very long. My arms were a little long too if I could admit a physical fault, but they were great for playing the guitar and holding her slender waist as she worked her way on top of me.

  Her skin was soft and perfect, with no physical faults on her at all. As soon as she was all the way down on me, she stayed for a moment, and I could see her breathing and attuning with my body. I sat up, not able to resist her any longer as I scooped her into my arms, holding her on my cock. I kissed her neck, her shoulder, and finally her beautiful mouth.

  “You know you’re completely perfect, right?” I stated in a lust tinged whisper.

  She moved up and down on me a little as she smiled. “This is fun.” Ignoring my compliment, she rode me slow and steady.

  “It is.” I helped her bounce up and down and watched her morph into a sex-crazed vixen.

  The faster she bounced, the more her pert breasts called to me. I grabbed one in my mouth and sucked as her pace became more frenzied. Understanding she was seeking a release, I nibbled and sucked while my finger wiggled to her clit, pulsing hard on the sensitive button. Watching her cheeks flush and her eyes gloss over was all I needed. I wrapped my arms around her and held her steadfast as I pumped in deeper.

  “Ah, Sage.” She bit her lip, and I couldn’t take anymore.

  I popped the neglected nipple into my mouth and sucked it just as hard as the first then lifted her up off my cock.

  “On your knees,” I growled.

  I was probably a little too rough and demanding, but I didn’t care. I needed to see her ass in the air.

  Melody’s face screwed into a silly expression. “We’re gonna have to work on your bedroom manners.” She got on her knees with her gorgeous ass in my face. “How’s this?” Her snarky grin was too much.

  I slid into her and held her perfect ass as I pumped into her glorious pussy. My body flushed with heat. I leaned my body over hers and wrapped my arms to find both of her nipples which I pinched like vices. She yelped and backed into my cock. I had her in the perfect position to rock her world.

  “This is perfect.” I slammed in and fucked her with everything I had in me.

  “Holy shit, Sage.” Her hands gripped the sheets, and I heard her little grunts with each thrust. “Take it easy.”

  “Sorry.” I eased the pressure. “You make me crazy,” I confessed.

  “Apparently.” She rested her head on my pillow
lifting her ass up higher. “Just not so rough, babe, we’ve got all night.”

  I heard her and slowed my speed, pulsing gently until my balls clenched and my cock swelled. “I’m gonna cum. Are you ready?”

  “Almost,” she answered. “Kiss me.”

  I kissed the back of her neck and licked my tongue down her spine as I gently rolled into an orgasm. I pulled out and shot my load on her back. She flipped over and crossed her eyes, shaking her head.

  “Hey lover boy, a little help here,” she said stroking herself.

  I was finding my way through my release and realized I’d left her hanging. I crawled over her and danced my fingers on her swollen and raw pussy lips. She was still slick and very wet; it was easy to insert my fingers.

  “Okay,” she encouraged as I pumped two fingers in and out of her.

  Seeing the mounting pleasure on her face, I added a third, and her back arched to the ceiling. “Oh, yes, yes.”

  Watching her become so aroused, I pumped harder and harder until her face furrowed into a knot and she screamed out, her release quivering on my hand. I pulled my fingers out, dripping with her ambrosia, which I slathered all over her stomach.

  “Okay, moisturizer.” She smiled, tired, and sated. “So ...” her fingers touched her vagina. “Your cock is a bit of a monster. My pussy is numb.” Melody laughed. “Any ideas on what to do with this?” She was smiling, still flirtatious, but I could tell she was also sore.

  I gently rubbed her raw skin and smoothed my hand over her mound, then caressed her stomach. “Wanna go to the hot tub? I’m sure most of the party has either gone to their rooms or home by now.”

  “Hot tub sounds fun.” She caressed my arm.

  I got us two robes, and we tiptoed through the house, which was completely trashed. Good thing my brother had hired a cleaning company. The house would be pristine by Christmas Day. Since the hot tub was a hidden treasure, no one was there when we arrived. Melody quickly dropped the robe and dipped into the warm water. The tub was carved into the mountain and had a beautiful view of the Hollywood Hills, yet it was secluded from neighbors and other guests in the house. It was a hidden paradise that Sinclair had tucked away for the pleasure of those who knew where the spa was. Luckily, I did.

  “Ah, this is exactly what I need.” She lulled her head against the stone wall.

  “No,” I corrected, “This is what you need.” I gathered her into my lap and spread her legs in front of me as I played with her soft skin.

  My intention wasn’t to arouse her but soothe and caress.

  “Okay, yes. This is nice.” She snuggled into my embrace. “So what is all this ‘get on your knees’ business?” Her voice was more serious than it had been.

  “I wanted to fuck you from behind.” I knew that’s not the answer she wanted, but I wasn’t ready to reveal all my cards. I needed to keep her at a distance, so harsh fucking was fun and kept me from becoming too emotionally attached.

  “You always so insistent?” She melted in my arms.

  “In bed? Yes.” I slipped my finger into her pussy, hoping to distract her. “I’m worth it. Letting go and letting me be your Master will bring us both an immense pleasure.” I swirled her clit in my thumb and worked my finger and thumb up and down until she started panting.

  “No, Sage. You can be my lover, not my … Mas … t … er!” She gently came on my hand as the swirling heated water whisked away from her release.

  “We’ll see.” After her orgasm, she was so spent she slept in my arms in the warm water.

  I didn’t know why I wanted to dominate her so badly. Maybe it was because she intimidated me a bit. I wouldn’t have admitted it to her, but she made me nervous; she was just so cool and perfect. After holding her until we both were getting prune skin, I woke her up. We dressed, and I brought her back to my room, tucked her in bed, and there we both slept peacefully. I knew how dangerous our relationship would be, but was I willing to march forward onto the sacred ground where most likely I’d end up damned?

  Chapter 4

  Melody

  After a wild night, I woke up tangled in Sage’s arms. We both came to groggy consciousness at the same time

  “Hey,” I said feeling a little out of sorts. “Are you okay?” I’m not sure why I asked him if he was okay when it was me who was feeling strange about the whole thing.

  He’d been different than I expected. I still was crazy attracted to him, and his dominance was intoxicating but strange. I never went for men who ordered me around.

  “I’m so okay. Are you?” he asked, his finger finding my pussy and probing my entrance.

  “I’m still a little sore.” I winced, but I didn’t want his sympathy; I just wanted his love.

  “I could help you.” He smiled and stuck out his tongue.

  “I like you better when you’re silly,” I commented and laughed, grabbing his tongue.

  “Versus?” He seemed shocked I said something.

  “Get on your knees, ass in the air.” I deepened my voice and pretended like I was a drill sergeant. I took a deep breath; it was a little early for this kind of conversation, but it felt like it was now or never. “Demanding.”

  “Hmmm, you got super wet when I ordered you around, so I’m going to call your bluff here.” He was kinda being a dick.

  “I liked it … in a way, but I’m not a subservient person, and if you want to order me around then I get to do the same.” I jutted out my chin, we were going to go there, better now than when we were eighty and I silently hated him.

  “Okay. I get it.” He smiled and cuddled me into his embrace. “I like you Melody, so let’s work it all out. Just be honest about your feelings at all times, even if they’re feelings you don’t necessarily like.” He winked at me … the devil.

  His finger was still playing with my pussy, and it was making me crazy.

  “Thank you.” I kissed his cheek and rubbed my pussy against his probing. “… and you do the same.”

  “Okay, communication … I want to have sex with you again, and I want you to obey me. Dominating you makes me horny as fuck.” His smile was sweet and boyish.

  “Ha. For now, I’m yours, but next time … you’re mine, on my terms.” I gave him a stern, ‘I’m not playing” look, and he understood as I spread my legs wider for his invading finger.

  “Works for me, but for the record, the thought of it is pretty terrifying.” His face confirmed those fears.

  “Noted,” I said as I kissed his lips. “… and that’s exactly how I feel.”

  “Noted. Now lay back and spread your legs for me. I’m going to ease your pain.”

  I did as he commanded and ripped the covers off to reveal my ravaged pussy. He pulled my legs up over his shoulders and kissed down my stomach to my perfectly shaved tuft of hair. His tongue traced the outline of my mound as his fingers parted my pussy lips for his soothing tongue. My hips bucked with his attention, making me crave his cock more than I ever had. With my pussy lips spread wide, his warm tongue licked from my puckering hole to the deep cavern of my vagina, pushing in as far as it could go.

  “Oh, my God, Sage.” I bucked into his face.

  “Not yet. Princess,” he pulled out of me to say.

  His mouth returned and worked on my clit, flicking it with his tongue and sucking on the nub. It was almost too much. My legs closed with need. His hands spread them wider.

  “Keep them open for me,” he ordered, seductively in control.

  As soon as I spread them as far as they could go, his middle finger dove into my raw vagina and was quickly followed by a second and a third.

  “Sage?” I yelped.

  “You need to be ready for me.” He pressed all three fingers in as deep as they would fit and returned his tongue to my clit, working up and down over the sensitive nerves as his fingers wiggled, massaged, and spread me wide.

  When a fourth finger joined the first three, that was all I could stand. I came hard, yelping, screaming, and bucking.
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br />   “Good girl. Now, you’re ready for me,” he proclaimed as he sat on his knees, his massive erection flying in front of him.

  “I’m not sure I can take all that again.” I sighed as I came down from the sharp, biting orgasm.

  “You can, baby. You can, and you will,” he commanded as he rubbed his cock head along my pussy slit and pressed the tip into me.

  I winced and writhed. He wasn’t prohibitively large; it had just been so long since I’d had a man enter me, I was raw. He pulsed in and out until he was seated in as deeply as his cock could fit. He must have loved deep fucking ’cause that’s the way we’d done it the last two times. His entire body weight pressed down on me as his cock thrust deeper, hot, furious, and full of force.

  “Sage,” I cried as I wiggled underneath him, trying to overtake his body so I could be on top and get some control. He was so focused on his deep fucking, I felt too lost. “Babe, take it easy. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere … see me.” His eyes finally connected with mine, and I felt him ease up.

  He helped me on top of him, and I gently danced on his cock, bringing him back to me. As soon as I had his eyes, I ground down harder, knowing he liked the feel of being fully inside. I bounced up and down on him varying the pace until I saw his eyes go glossy and his mouth part. I pulled us onto our sides and let him finish in me, face to face.

  “Ahh, Melody,” he screamed as he came deep inside of me. “What are you doing to me?” His body convulsed hard, finally giving over to the throws of passion.

  As he yelped and shuddered, I finally saw his vulnerability. He was the youngest son, the one with the most to prove. Letting go was hard for him, and from the look of trepidation in his eyes, letting go didn’t happen often.

  “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here Sage,” I said again as I stroked his head as jet streams of his seed settled inside of me.

  For a moment, I irrationally regretted being on the pill as he filled me up. I wanted babies and knowing he was inseminating me only made me sad that we weren’t making any. He seemed so tender, so small in my arms, even though he was almost a head taller than me. We stayed in each other’s arms for a while, his cock buried in me, not doing anything more than just being with one another, until he stirred; restless.