God, she’s beautiful. So, fucking beautiful.
Her hands move to my jeans, unbuckling my belt with practiced ease, shoving them down until my cock is free, already rock hard, already aching for her. It slaps against my stomach, thick and ready, and she reaches for it, her touch sending a shiver straight down my spine while she pumps.
“I want you inside me. Please. Now,” she begs, her voice breathless, desperate.
I freeze.
This is it—my moment. My chance to get clarity before I lose myself in her completely.
I press the tip of my cock right against her entrance, feeling how wet she is, how ready, but I don’t push in. Not yet. Instead, I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “I need to know,” I say, my voice low, rough. “Before I’m inside you—before I give you everything—I need to know that you’re mine. Fuck this break, Mae. I know you don’t want it. Just tell me. Tell me that I’m yours.”
Her breath catches, her teeth sinking into her lip as her gaze flickers away. But I don’t let her escape. I tilt her chin back toward me, holding her there, making her look at me.
“Cody,” she whispers, hesitant, her fingers tracing over my jaw like she’s memorizing me. “This is for your own good. You have a concert tomorrow. It’s reckless being here. What if your flight back to North Carolina gets delayed? What if you get sick on the plane? You have people depending on you to be in perfect health, to be in the right headspace. A break while you’re on tour—it’s not a bad thing. It could be good.”
“Why?” I demand, gripping my cock, stroking myself against her slick heat, teasing us both. My control is razor-thin, my body wound so damn tight it’s painful. I need her but I need answers more. “Why do you think this break is good, Mae?”
She props herself up on her elbows, her expression conflicted, like she’s scrambling for an excuse. Like she doesn’t even believe it herself. “Because… because…” She swallows, her voice wavering. “I don’t want to stand in the way of your dreams. And because I know what it’s like to work in this industry. The temptation is everywhere, Cody. You’ve seen it firsthand—you’ve been caught up in it. Women throw themselves at you. There’s alcohol, drugs, people pushing you in every different direction. It’s hard to stay faithful when you’re constantly surrounded by… that.”
Her voice drops, her fingers tightening on the sheets. “I’ve been cheated on before.”
And just like that, the air shifts. My voice softens and I study her closer. “Just because your ex was a cheating dick doesn’t mean that I can’t handle myself when I’m in a relationship. Is that what this is about?”
She reaches up and touches my face gently, her fingers brushing over my beard. “It’s much more than that, Cody. There’s Elsie I have to consider. I’m not sure I’m ready to introduce someone permanently into her life, and you’re on tour. How will she get toknow you during this time? She’s old enough to hear the rumors. I don’t want this affecting her in any way. Especially if she were to see you with other women. The majority of your fan base are women. Young women. Think about what it’d do if you suddenly came out in a serious relationship?”
None of this makes sense.
A few days ago, we’d discussed me meeting Elsie.
A few days ago, I thought we were solid.
A few days ago, I thought she loved me too.
“I don’t want anyone but you. How have I not made that clear? You’re everything to me Mae. I’d never touch another woman. I would never disrespect you or Elsie like that.”
“I’m sorry, Cody," she bites her lip nervously and there she goes, not meeting my fucking eyes again. "Please, just stay focused on your tour right now. This break is the right thing to do.”
No. Fuck. No. We don't have to take a break for this to work. It could work, she just doesn’t want it to.
I rock backwards off the bed, running a hand through my hair while I begin to pace her room. My cock is pressing against my stomach, my balls are tight but the frustration and anger over getting Mae back just for her to push me away is killing me.
My eyes dart back to her naked, perfect body, laid out on the bed, waiting for me to take her. She leans up on her elbows again, tracing my every movement.
I should stop what we’ve started here tonight to make a point. To show her that she means so much more to me than just a quick fuck stop along my tour. I should hold my ground. Put my clothing back on and leave to show her I don’t want this break, and I refuse to accept it.
But my cock seems to have a mind of its own.
Fuck! I tug at my hair frustratedly. It's only been a few days since I've been inside her last and it still feels like way too much timeapart.
I fist my cock again, stroking it once and squeezing the tip as I look down at her, remembering just how wet and warm she is inside but beyond that, how much I fuckingloveher and always have. Seeing her strength up close and in person since becoming an adult is only more of a turn on for me.
“You just kicked off your tour. Let’s just take a pause so that you can focus,” she whispers into the dark.
I angrily reach for my wallet and then tear open a condom with my teeth before forcing it down my length.
"You don't have to wear one..." her voice trails off. All I can do is shake my head because she wants a break, but I don’t need to wear a condom? None of this shit makes sense. I climb back on to the bed, guiding her up until she’s closer to the headboard, then line myself up and push inside of her, bottoming out instantly.
Her eyes go wide as she rocks back against the bed, her hands scrambling for something to hold onto. I drag my cock out slowly, then slam back in, harder this time—so hard she has to brace herself against the headboard so that she doesn’t bang into it. Her fingers tighten around my hips like an anchor, nails biting into my skin.
