Chapter 154

“So how is this supposed to go down?”

She gave him a cheeky grin as he adjusted the guitar strap over his shoulder.  They were back in the brown bedroom after the birthday party.  The dinner had been infuriatingly long from her perspective, but everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.  The birthday boy couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he opened the few token gifts.

“There is no this going down,” she informed him, stepping into his personal space.  Soft fingers slid inside his still open shirt and she happily stroked over the light hair, nails scraping across one flat nipple.  Enjoying the way he shivered, she did it again.  “The only thing going down is me.  Well, and your pants.”

The groan rumbled in his chest.  Hard fingers buried into her hair and curled around the back of her head, pulling her in close for a fierce kiss.  There was no finesse this time, just his hard lips meeting hers, tongue immediately filling her mouth.  Determined strokes tried to devour her and she very nearly let herself get lost in the warm slide and his hands on her bottom.

Sucking in a breath, she pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss.  Heat rushed into her cheeks, and Allegra was a little fuzzy.  She struggled to focus.

“Stop,” she breathed.  “I’m in charge here, not you.  You’ll get your gift exactly the way I want to give it to you.  I’ve been planning this for weeks.”

“Ahh, that’s right,” he mused, one callused thumb wiping the moisture from her glistening bottom lip.  “You’ve been fantasizing.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Before this gift-giving starts, can I ask you a question?”

Allegra rolled her eyes.  They accused women of being too talkative.  She could feel the dampness of her panties from where he’d gotten between her legs earlier, and she wanted nothing more than to get between his.

“If you hurry.” 

Her eyes were locked on the one tanned hand curled over the butt of the guitar.  The blunt tipped fingers were riveting against the more delicate engraving of the instrument.  She knew just how rough and crude – in a good way – those fingers could be.  To see them with a back drop that so much more refined, knowing that those Jersey boy hands could make this thing of beauty weep with their gentle mastery… 

Shivers stole down the backs of her legs.

“Is there something that prompted this particular fantasy?”

Huh?  She blinked, having difficulty understanding the words, much less why he was talking.

Oh yeah, his question.

“You’ve never been in the crowd during one of the shows.” 

She positioned her thumb across the top-most fret on the guitar, slowly dragging it down the strings and savoring the indentations they pushed into the whorls of her thumbprint.  With startling clarity, she knew why he was so rapturous when he played.  There was something about the feel of the strings under your fingers…

“The women…  They talk about the faces you make when you play.”  Her eyes locked on his.  “Sex faces, they call them.”

He nodded briefly, now seemingly more interested in the play of her fingers on his guitar than her answer.  Watching him watch her, she leisurely pushed her thumb back up the fret board, stroking the strings with an unconscious sensuality. 

His knuckles whitened with the intensity of his grip on the guitar’s body.

“I want the satisfaction of knowing that, the first time you make those faces with this guitar around your body…”  She strummed the strings in one final caress before giving Baby up to the man who would make her scream.  “It was because of me.”

He grunted when she cupped him through the fabric of his jeans, giving a little squeeze.  The button on his pants popped free under her manipulation.

“Play for me,” she commanded softly.  “Make love to her while I make love to you.”

A clipped laugh of disbelief forced its way through his windpipe.  “You think I can play while you’re sucking my dick?”

Whipping the blouse over her head, Allegra dropped smoothly to her knees, her lacy bra barely containing her ever-growing breasts. 

“You’ll play or I won’t suck your dick.”

She felt the ridge of flesh jump behind his zipper and grinned to herself.  It was fun turning the tables on him for a change.

Richie’s head was going to explode.  He didn’t have enough blood to operate both at the same time.  The only prayer he had was that muscle memory would help his fingers pick out a song.

“Requests?”  The question was strangled from him as she parted the placket of his jeans, shoving them down far enough to pull him free from their confines.

She purred with delight as she ran both hands up and down his length.

Fucking purred.

He’d be lucky if he didn’t blow at the first touch of her mouth.

“Just play.”

He could feel her words caress his balls, she was so close. 

Forcing his fingers to concentrate, he strummed the first few chords to “Lay Your Hands on Me” before they froze. 

Jesus Christ her hot little mouth was sucking on his left nut like it was a piece of fucking candy.

“I can’t do this.”

“You can and you will.”  At least that’s what he thought she said.  That’s what it sounded like with her face buried way between his thighs, licking away at the stretch of skin behind his testicles.

To drive home the sincerity of her point, she nipped at him with her teeth.  “Now.”

He didn’t like bossy women.  Richie wanted to dominate in the bedroom.  He got off on it.

But holy fuck if his sweet little Sunshine wasn’t hot as hell with a little dominatrix twist to her. 

So he focused on the guitar, doing some running riffs by wrapping his fist loosely around the neck and stroking it up and down in the same motion Allegra was using on him.

Her breath was hot against the base of his dick, her stiff tongue making laps around it, flicking at the taut stretch of skin where his shaft and sac connected.  The vibrations of her breathy moans shimmied from one end of his shaft to the other and his dick got unbelievably harder. 

Richie’s head fell back on his shoulders, fingers working blindly through one of the songs he’d played a thousand times – he didn’t know which one.  He didn’t care.  Not when he felt her lips close around the swollen head and slurp away the moisture at its tip. 

Forcing his eyes open and head forward, he took in her dark head bobbing at his crotch, naturally rosy lips stretched around its girth and slick with saliva.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he groaned, hands falling to his side.  “That’s it.”

There was a sharp pain as her fingernails dug into his ass and her mouth released him long enough to order, “Play.”

His fingers tunneled into her hair, cupping the back of her head in an effort to guide her mouth back onto him, but Allegra wasn’t going to budge.  She turned her face toward his leg, licking wetly along the crease of his thigh.

“Baby, don’t be that way,” he pleaded.  “Suck me.”

Her fingers were dancing all across his lower belly, teasing him much as her mouth was teasing by moving to the other crease of his leg.  That hot little tongue was so close to his balls he could feel the moisture, but she wasn’t touching.

“You play and I suck.”

Damn, she was getting awfully domineering.  Richie didn’t know if he should let her get used to this. 

He tugged sharply on her hair, silently demanding her eyes.  When he had them, he growled, “I don’t remember saying you could be in charge.”

“And I don’t remember asking your permission.”  Her gaze was fearless, knowing she was holding the power by cupping his balls and squeezing.  “Play the damn guitar and come.  You’re very good at both. I know you can do it.”

His dick surged again.  Yeah.  He was keeping her pregnant.  This newfound sexual confidence and aggression was sexy as hell on her.  Richie couldn’t remember ever being so turned on.

But the bedroom was his domain and he wanted to remind her of that.

“I’m eating you raw afterward.”

She didn’t speak, just gave an impatient glance toward the black and pewter instrument resting against his stomach.

He wanted her mouth on him badly enough to start another song. The chords to “Rosie” flew from his fingers as though it had been only days instead of years since he had last played it.

“Good boy,” she praised, sliding her hand up his shaft to squeeze a drop of fluid from the head.  She held firm as she slid her tongue along the slit and removed the salty droplet with a smile.

He hadn’t been called a ‘good boy’ in…  ever, and wasn’t sure he liked it now.  The ability and inclination to care evaporated as she strained to swallow him whole.  One forceful suck and his ‘give a damn’ took a hike.

“Ohhh, baby.”  His head grew too heavy for his neck and bobbed back as her mouth did heavenly yet sinful things to him.  The heat of her breath blew across the damp barrier of her saliva and his balls tightened with pleasure.  “Fuck, yes.”

The air was cool against that same skin when she took away the warm haven of her mouth, choosing instead to lick all the way around his erection with her tongue teasing under the rim of his head.  She flicked butterfly kisses all the way up and down his throbbing stiffness, pausing to suck lightly on the bulging vein on the underside.  The tip of her tongue teased with feathery swipes that covered him from slit to scrotum and back again.

“Jesus Allegra, finish it.  Please,” he begged, with a forward thrust of his hips.  He needed to be inside her.  Mouth or pussy, it didn’t matter which, but he wanted to fill her and his time to detonation was ticking downward a whole lot faster than he wanted it to.

“Come on baby, suck me…”  Downy, dark hair brushed across his thighs as she took mercy on him and stretched her lips around his thickness once again.  “Godddd….  I need to come.”

His desperation didn’t hurry her along any, and she sucked slowly and thoroughly, inching more and more of him into her mouth.  Her gentle compressions on his sac mimicked the throbbing he could feel in his dick.  Her fingernails scraped the tender skin behind it and he thought his balls would turn inside out.

“Now,” he ordered, desperate for release.  Desperate as he was, his fingers didn’t stop across the strings.  He was afraid if he stopped that she would, too.  “Harder.  Faster.”

Richie may as well have been talking to himself.  Allegra had her own timetable and she simply held tight around the base of him with her index finger and thumb as she swirled her tongue over him within the heat of her mouth.

His grip tightened on the guitar as the sweat beads rolled down his temples.  She was bobbing faster and pumping her fist along so that either her mouth or hand was covering him at all times. Her cheeks became concave with the movement, so hard was she drawing at him.

“Yess… Oh Jesus, yes.”  His hands fell from the frets and fisted in her hair, going along for the ride.  She hummed in pleasure, sending shockwaves down into his toes as her fingernails dug into his ass again.  The pain was merely an added extra sensation that made his stomach muscles clench with pending release.

“I’m gonna come,” he panted, pulling out of her mouth and stroking frantically over his saliva glossed erection until he felt the orgasm break free and shoot onto her waiting tongue.  The second burst landed on her chin and the third and final spurt splashed onto her breasts.

He released himself, hand falling limply to the side and watching her from under heavy lids.

Allegra took her thumb and swiped the stickiness from her chin, popping it into her mouth with an appreciative murmur.  Her wet, pink tongue darted out over juicy red lips and sent a shiver down his spine.

“Don’t get used to ordering me around,” he warned her, lifting the guitar off his body and setting it aside.

She quirked an arrogant eyebrow at him, for all the world reminding him of Jon.  “Is that the way you say thank you for a birthday gift?  I guess that mean you didn’t like getting off all over me.”

His deflating erection gave a twitch of approval at the memory as he hauled her up to face him.  “Hell, I didn’t like it.  I fucking loved it!  But I’m still the boss in the bedroom.”  He nipped at the tendon standing up in her neck.  “Understand?”

“Mmm.”  Allegra rolled her head to the side, allowing him further access. “I think you said something about eating me raw?  So as long as that’s what you’re going to do, boss away.”

She squeaked in his ear when he swept her up with a laugh and tossed her into the middle of the bed.

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

She grinned at him as he shucked her pants down her legs.  “No, but I hope it’s a lot.  I’ll tell you how much I love you as soon as you finish.”

He flipped her over and swatted her on the butt, amid her giggles.  “If you’re waiting for me to finish…  It’s gonna be a while, baby.  Just lie back and enjoy the ride…”