Page 62 of Hold Still

Ozzy

STILL BUZZING FROMour tryst—one that blew me away on every level—I say, “I’ve been working on ‘Honesty.’ Let me play it for you.”

At her assent, I steer her into the music room. She takes a seat as I strap on my guitar. “Here you go. Be honest.” My lips curl at my play on the title. But the sentiment behind my request is valid.

When my fingers play the final note, I open my eyes for the first time. I needed to let the music take over my body, so closing them was the best way to block everything—including McKenna—out. I swallow and allow myself to look at my audience of one. She’s wearing a goofy look on her face. “Well?”

“Ozzy, I love this song so much. Don’t get me wrong, ‘Take Me’ is a powerful, sexy song but this one reveals something more about you.”

She tilts her head the way she did by the boulder before taking my cock into her extremely talented mouth. My lower half starts to stir. “I’m glad you like it.” I start to remove my guitar, but McKenna comes up to me. “Keep it on.”

“Okay,” I elongate the word. Without warning, I flip the guitar to my back and pull her into my body. “You’re so tiny.”

She laughs. “Short. I’m short. I’m certainly not ‘tiny.’”

I take my time looking from her hairline to her toes and back up. “Let me amend. You’re tiny in stature but with real curves. I like everything you are.” I take her lips with mine, molding and sucking on their fullness. Her hands reach out for my stiffening cock. How long ago did I have her? Less than an hour ago? Damn.

I start walking forward, causing her to retreat in equal measure. When she reaches the conference table, I sweep off all of the papers and put her on top of it, my hands reaching for her zipper. I want to take it slow, but she kicks her shoes off and rips her shirt over her head. My resolution evaporates. “Lift your hips for me.”

She does and I skim her pants and panties off her body. She unclasps her bra and tosses it aside. Stepping back, I survey all that’s mine. Real hips, real tits. I reach out and flick her nipple. “Perfect.”

“Ozzy.”

“I love how you say my name. Say it again.”

“Ozzy.” Her hands reach for my waist, and pull my T-shirt out of my shorts. “Off.” I reach to take the guitar off my back, when her hand stops me. “No, keep it on. Just your shorts.”

Chuckling, I say, “You want a music man now?”

“Nope. Only you. And your guitar is an extension of you.”

I don’t stop to ponder her words. Pulling my shorts off, I grab a condom from my pocket before they hit the floor. As I open her legs wider, I ask, “What do you have for me?”

“You tell me.”

Damn. This girl is so right for me. I take my index finger and trail it from her chin, down her throat, between her tits. Past her belly-button, I end up in her pussy. When I’m circling her clit, her hips swivel.

She throws her head backward. “Yes. Please.”

My other hand joins the first, and I insert a finger into her wet warmth. The fingers on my other hand continue circling her clit. She drops her head onto the table, her hips moving. I know what she needs to get off, but I don’t want to give it to her just yet.

Her head thrashes from side to side and my cock swells to a painful level. Abandoning her body, I roll the condom on to the sound of her whimpers. Before I’m fully sheathed, her fingers slide downward. Mesmerized, I watch as she plays with her sex. Without warning, her body bows and she cries out.

I nearly come at the sight. “That was seriously one of the most fucking erotic things I’ve ever seen.”

Unfocused eyes meet mine. She licks her lips. “I couldn’t wait.”

“And now I can’t.” I pull her arms away from her body, extending them to either side of her to form a “T.” Positioning my hips, I enter her with one single hard thrust and still, savoring her tightness around me. Her tits bounce with the force of our joining.

As I push in and out, my guitar hits my ass with each beat. The stimulation is mind-blowing, although I much prefer how she’s milking me for all I’m worth than the tapping on my ass. I continue my onslaught until she constricts around me.

“Come for me again.”

She explodes and I can’t hold back any longer. I wanted to make her come at least twice more, but my balls tell me otherwise. I pound into her a few more times and let go into her body.

Once I’ve recovered my ability to move, I remove the guitar strapped to my back and toss the condom. Returning to the table, I look down on the beauty who’s still spread eagled there, feeling ten feet tall at putting that look on her face.

“What you do to me, Dulcita.”

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