He let out a sad sigh, trying to move me off him as he croaked, “This was a bad idea. I ruined it. I'm sorry.” I wasn't about to let him off the hook that easily.
“Hey,” I stopped his arms, trying to get him to look at me. As soon as our eyes met, I smiled at him. “Everything is not ruined.” Then an idea sparked my brain, something I read about in an article about music therapy. “In fact, maybe I could work with it… if you let me?”
I let him see that, this time, I was being vulnerable, letting him see that I wanted to keep going, and I was willing to do something I don't normally do. When his eyebrow quirked up, I said, “What if I used part of my siren song?” When I felt him tense up, I put my hands on his firm pecs and cooed, “Not the full song like with Billy, more like humming a melody that you could focus on. You could hear the notes and feel the rhythm. Maybe it could keep your mind and your body occupied at the same time?”
I could see the wheels turning in his mind as he thought about it. I continued to sit on him, waiting for his answer. After a few seconds, I could see a small smile lining his face as he looked up at me. “Let's give it a try.”
I beamed at him. Falling on top of him to give him the best kiss of his life. I nipped and licked my way inside, and as soon as our tongues collided, it was electric. It was like we both were separate ends of a live wire, and we just connected, lighting each other up like a Christmas tree. As soon as we broke apart, we were both back with our heads in the game, with me grinding on top and his deliciously rough hands exploring my body.
Right when I saw his eyes start to drift, I bent my head backwards and started to hum a soft melody, telling my magic to get his attention. I knew it wouldn't be a full-on siren spell because I wasn't looking straight into his eyes, but I could tell it was working when he moaned out, “Yes. I see you, baby. I got you.”
I felt his hands grip the top of the underwear he was wearing and was shocked at the ripping sound. My head jerked down, seeing that he had ripped his boxer briefs down the center. My thighs only had scraps of material hanging off them as his fingers found my clit.
He definitely had fucking magical hands because as soon as he connected with my little pleasure nub, I started to see stars. My head snapped forward as I bit my lip, barely keeping up with my humming as I desperately tried to keep the moan that wanted to rip out of my mouth from interrupting it. It was at that point that I noticed someone was on the stairs, watching us.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.” I heard Gears choke out, and I couldn't agree with him more, but I was also trying to squint my eyes to see who the hell was on the stairs.
Temptress.
I heard his sounds in my head, and I knew my mountain man was on the stairs, watching the show. I could feel the vibrations of his lust as his eyes shined in the dark. He didn't make a move to stop us, to interrupt or join, but he also didn’t move or look away. Which just made everything feel so much naughtier, and I liked it. I liked it a lot.
In response to him, I kept humming, making sure Gears was focused as my hands dug into his boxers, releasing his hard cock from its cloth prison. I grabbed him hard, squeezing slightly at the base as a rumbling sound of pleasure came from the back of his throat. Oh, he liked that.
I moved slightly off him. His whimper only lasted a few seconds before I gave his cock one fat lick. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and I did it again, only, this time, I was looking at my mountain man.
I kept up the humming as I wrapped my lips around his tip, sucking on it hard before descending all the way down, taking him to the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck, Celine. Give me that dirty little mouth. Fuck me with that throat.” I felt his hand slide up into my hair, just playing with my strands, but I wanted him to take more control, so I lifted his hand and put it on the back of my head.
He got the idea as he started to press down, seeing how much I could take first. When I proved I could take much more than he thought, he started to push my face down and his hips up, chasing that hot, wet mouth like it was his salvation.
“God, baby. You feel so fucking good. So fucking good, and I haven’t even tasted your pussy yet.” I pushed my tongue out, making room for more of his cock, and he almost choked on his own words.
I popped off as soon as I felt his balls tighten. For some reason, I wanted this man to cum inside of me. No, it wasn't a want, it was a need. I needed to feel his cock fuck me, fill me, pump me full of himself.
I got up, keeping up my humming as his half-lidded eyes looked up at me like I was a goddess. He held his cock in his hand, like he knew that I wanted him inside me, and I positioned myself over him. My eyes flicked to the stairs with one last smirk before I slammed my body down onto his, setting myself fully on his cock.
This time, the humming stopped as we both cried out at the entry. I started to move on top of him, getting comfortable and finding a grove before I started up the humming again. His fingers carved into my hips like he never wanted me to let him go.
Picking up the pace, slamming my hands on his chest, and pumping myself on top of him vigorously. My muscles contracted, body growing tight. My skin began to shake as I stared at his lips, humming my tune while watching his mouth open to pour out moans and curses.
I was surprised when his arm snaked around my hips and worked a finger up my ass. My humming broke as I started to pant, liking it more and more as he worked his finger in and out as I pumped myself on top of him.
He finally pushed me over the edge when he pushed in his second finger, and I clenched down on his cock as my orgasm shook my whole body. I pushed up, biting down on my lip so hard I tasted blood, but the fireworks shooting off throughout my whole body was the balm to any pain. He pushed up into me with a groan, and his hot cum splashed up inside of me.
Something shifted in me. I felt this overwhelming peaceful calm take over me. It was the same feeling I got when I took in a deep breath of fresh ocean air, and it settled my siren senses. The cool dew of the ocean sprayed on my face as I looked at its vastness. The settling feeling of the ocean's consistency and my siren bones were at peace.
Being that I was still fully seated in his lap, back bent backwards, and his fingers still in my ass, had me shoving all of those weird thoughts out of my head. I took in a big breath before I looked down and saw Gears smiling up at me.
It seemed like that was a treat in itself, and I bit down, kissing his smiling lips in appreciation. “I hope the humming helped.”
He nodded his head as he brought me back down onto his lips for another kiss. “It did.”
I flicked my eyes up, and I didn’t see my mountain man there, but I knew that he saw that ending. I just hoped he liked what he saw.
Chapter 10
Iwasnaturallyanearly riser, partnered with what we just did, and I was revved up and ready for the day. Gears, not so much. He offered the shower to me first, and I thought that was very sweet of him until I got to the door and saw him lie back down and close his eyes as he mumbled that I could use a set of his clothes again.
