A Valentine Duet Page 5

  “Sorry, I should have knocked.”

  “Yes, you should have,” Elena responded as she tied the towel firmly around her waist.

  “Hey, I said I was sorry. Besides, it’s not like you were naked or something, I mean that is no different than a swimsuit.”

  Elena’s cheeks went red as she spluttered behind him. “Still doesn’t give you a right to barge in here willy-nilly.”

  “No, it doesn’t. And like I said, I am sorry. Can I turn around now?”

  “Yes,” Elena replied to him tersely, keeping a firm hold on the towel. “What are you doing back here?” she asked him.

  “Yeah, I told Addy to tell you, but it seems like she didn’t. My bus is still not ready, so it seems I will be staying with you for just a little while longer.”

  “What?” Elena stared in shock, slowly shaking her head from left to right in denial. “No, no. That was not the deal. The deal was that you stay with me until we get here. We are here now, so I think it’s time you got off.”

  “Come on, Elena. I am tired and just want to drop down somewhere. Definitely not in the mood to be having this talk with you. Besides, I thought we are friends now.”

  Elena paused slightly at that, hating the fact that he was right, sort of. Finally, she just grunted and stalked off to her room, where she went to change into her t-shirt and shorts. When she came out, he had opened a bottle of wine and filled two glasses.

  “What is that for?” she asked, looking at him warily.

  “You can stop looking at me like I am going to eat you or something. I just thought that we should celebrate a little. Great show and all.”

  “Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” Deciding there was no harm in it, she collected the glass from him and took a sip. “Wow, where did you get this?” she asked, glancing at the bottle.

  “From a very nice fan.”

  “Let me guess, woman?”

  He smiled at that. “Nope, a man this time. You'll know him if I say who he is.”

  “Maybe, but shouldn’t you keep it for a special occasion?”

  “Well, I think this qualifies as a special occasion. We had a great show, we spent two days in a bus together and rather than it end with one of us dead, we are getting to be pretty good friends here. I think that is worth celebrating, don’t you?”

  “Can’t argue with you on that,” Elena said as they clinked glasses and raised their drinks to their lips.

  Three glasses later, Tom was laughing hard as Elena wiggled her hips seductively in a bid to show him a move she had done in one of her music videos. Then she fell back to the couch, laughing hard, and narrowly missed landing on Tom’s lap.

  “We had to retake that scene like twenty times, and every time the director would be like, ‘shake them, Elena. Give the hips lives of their own’.”

  “Well, seems they still got a little bit of life left in them,” Tom chuckled.

  “I don’t know,” Elena blushed at the compliment, still laughing though. “Maybe they do. Anyways, that was the day I decided I would never be the bombshell sex symbol and settled for being the girl next door instead.”

  “I don’t think it is called settling in your case. I think that is just who you are.”

  “Yeah, I guess so too,” Elena agreed with him, not sure why she was a little bit disappointed he didn’t find her sexually appealing. Not that she was bothered about that really. Actually it was better he didn’t find her sexually appealing, she told herself, lifting her glass of wine and drinking what was left in it.

  “Most of the time anyways,” Tom added, leaning on his side so he could look at her.

  Elena couldn’t take her gaze away from his eyes, not that she wanted to. “What do you mean ‘most of the times anyways’?”

  He had stopped laughing now, his lips curved in a smile that held promises Elena so desperately wanted him to fulfill. For a moment, he seemed to stare at her lips then brought his gaze back to her eyes. “I’ve always thought the quiet ones are the most dangerous.” His voice was barely above a whisper, forcing her to lean in to hear what he was saying. “Because you never know what hit you until it is too late. It can be exciting sometimes, and at other times it can be scary. Really, really scary.”

  “Do I scare you, Tom?” she asked, wondering why the hell he sounded like the vulnerable one when she was the one in danger.

  “Maybe,” he shrugged. “I don’t know. I think what scares me is what you could make me do, Elena.”

  His confession emboldened her, the wine in her system offering the perfect excuse to those brain cells that were still trying to act sensibly. Her lips curved in a smile she hoped was flirty and seductive, and not scared and pathetic. The way his eyes darkened told her she hit the bull’s eye with that one. She stood up with her gaze on him and before he could say or do anything, straddled him. Not that he was trying to stop her anyway. Her hands slipped into his hair and she slowly shifted on his lap, her ass grinding on the thick weight she felt beneath her.

  “Still scared of me, Ollie?” she asked, using a nickname she used to a very long time ago, long before she thought he was a very bad person. He grunted in reply, his arms curving around her as he spread his palm on the small of her back.

  “Good,” Elena said moments before she leaned in and claimed his lips in a kiss. The taste of him mingled with the wine was a potent aphrodisiac that had her head reeling. She was the one on top, her lips dictating the pace of the kiss, her hands fisted in his hair. But Elena knew she was not in control of this kiss any more than she could have controlled the wet heat that pooled between her legs. Her lips moved over his, slowly at first, picking up pace as the hunger grew in her, until she shoved her tongue in his mouth, wanting more of his taste. She felt his hands crawl up her back so he could cradle her head, felt him shift so he was the one on top now. But Elena didn’t give a hoot, as long as she could still taste him on her. When he lifted his head, she moaned low in protest, reaching out to drag his lips back when he placed a hand on her breast. She felt the heat right through her clothes, and her head fell back as he reached for the hem of her t-shirt. He lifted it over her head, then glanced in appreciation at her in the frilly lace cup bra she wore.

  “Nice,” he mumbled, and Elena blushed deeply.

  “Just shut up and come back here,” she demanded, reaching for his head again. He obliged her, but this time he was in control. His lips moved gently over hers, stroking them in a lover’s caress that was all the more pleasurable for how gentle it was. His hands curved around her back, and hers around his neck as his lips devoured hers and his tongue sought entrance into her mouth. Elena parted her lips, inhaling slightly as she eagerly accepted his tongue and all the sensations that came with it, sensations that had heated pulses racing through her body and settling somewhere just south of her belly button.

  His knee tucked between her thighs, rubbing slightly at her crotch and Elena reflexively thrust against it, blindly following the sensations racing through her. She fisted her hand in his hair, licking at his lips before foraying back into his mouth. Her muted cry of pleasure was matched by the deep rumblings in his chest. It was the best kiss of her life, so good she feared she would expire from the pleasure. His hands fumbled at her breasts, and it wasn’t until he closed his thumb and forefinger around her naked nipple that she realized he had taken off her bra. Then she felt her breath catch as he rolled the nipple between his fingers, his tongue still in her mouth. He lifted his head and looked down at her, even as his hand worked at her nipple.

  “Oh God,” she cried, seeing him. And yet not seeing him, pleasure clouding her senses because there was no way a sensible Elena would ever think of calling Tom the most beautiful man in the world. “I want, I want…” she tried to say, then fell back to the couch as another wave of pleasure swamped her.

  “Tell me, baby,” he implored, still toying with the hard buds of her nipples, his fingers scattering every single cognitive thought pattern she had. “Tell me what you want.”


  Breathing hard with frustration, she grabbed his head and forced it to her chest, sighing with pleasure as she felt the hot fan of his breath on her breasts. Then she screamed when she felt the wet heat of his mouth on her nipple. She clutched feebly at his hair, shockwaves of ecstasy shooting down between her legs. He sucked the tiny bud into his mouth and Elena felt her legs spasm, her body filled with a sexual charge she could not control. His used his teeth on her, his hand moving to the other nipple and stroking it as he licked, sucked and grazed the other one.

  “Don’t stop,” she begged, the sound ragged and rough as the thick stubble of his chin formed an abrasion on the pale skin of her breast. “Please don’t stop.”

  He lifted his head long enough to say, “Don’t plan on doing that anytime soon, baby,” then lowered it to the other nipple and took her through the same roller-coaster of torturous pleasure again. Then he lifted his head and looked down at her.

  “So pretty,” he murmured, his hand slowly circling around the twin peaks of pleasure he just tormented. He was drunk on her, enraptured by the sounds she was making, held captive by the look in her eyes. And the truth was that he never wanted to be free. Easing her thighs apart, he cursed softly by how readily she parted them. Elena, sweet innocent Elena. Who would have thought that the woman he thought was so uptight would have the ability to turn him into a raging bag of hormones. Always the quiet ones.

  He unclasped her pants and unzipped them, staring at the lacy thong she wore. It matched her bra, and would have been the last thing he would think she wore. But Tom was not dwelling much on that, as he slipped the panties down to her knees to join the shorts.

  “Ollie,” she called out in a breathless whisper that had him lifting his head from between her legs.

  “Sshhh baby,” he crooned, “just let me take care of you.”

  Easing her thighs further apart until they were as wide as the shorts would go, Tom felt her heels digging into the couch as her hips arched up. Hungry, seeking, waiting for what was to come. Soft curls covered the mound above her clit and her silken flesh glistened with the slick heat of her feminine honey.

  “So pretty,” he murmured, feeling her hand clutch impatiently at his hair. Then he lowered his head, and slid the tip of his tongue through the narrow slit of her swollen folds. The soft skin parted, the sweet honey of her juices clinging to his tongue as he licked and stroked the sensitive flesh.

  Sliding his hands beneath her hips as she lifted to him, Tom worked his tongue from her clit to the clenched, heated opening of her pussy, feeling the snug, tight opening flex against his tongue, trying to draw it inside the heated depths.

  Staring up at her as she pushed her fingers through his hair, Tom licked his lips again, held her gaze, and then swiped his tongue quickly through the swollen slit as her cry of pleasure echoed around them. The sweet spice of her feminine heat exploded against his senses, the taste of her drawing him back for more.

  Elena felt her breath catch, then rush through her lungs as his tongue slid through the swollen, sensitive folds of her pussy.

  Her clit pulsed in impending release, sending a rush of brutal need to tighten her nipples as her clit throbbed with a deep, pulsing demand. His tongue pierced the entrance, pushing inside, stroking along nerve endings that flared in heated response. As his head came back, his fingers found the entrance instead, pushing inside her again, the tight depths requiring several stretching thrusts before they lodged fully inside her.

  “Tom, oh God, it’s so good,” she moaned, her hips pressing his fingers deeper, riding them with tight, desperate movements. Forcing her pussy against the impalement as pleasure rushed through her senses.

  His lips covered the hard bud of her clit, surrounding it with the wet heat of his mouth. Elena whimpered with the sensations as he began suckling it, slow and easy. His mouth and tongue worked the little bud, the fingers buried inside her, fucking her with deep, rhythmic motions.

  “Oh God, Ollie, yes.” She moaned, the pleasure tightening through her pussy, her clit, building in her womb as she cupped her breasts. Her thumbs and forefingers caught the little buds, working them firmly and sending sharp peaks of pleasure slashing along an erogenous path to her clit.

  Tom’s lips tightened on her clit, his tongue flickering against it now. The thrust and rub of his fingers inside her, the heavy male growls of pleasure vibrating against the tender bud, overwhelmed her.

  Sensation exploded through her in sharp, body-jerking bursts as she came around his fingers a breath before her clit exploded against his tongue.

  As her vagina clenched and rippled in waves of fiery sensation, her clitoris exploded, shards of sharpened ecstasy racing through her as she screamed his name. Pressed tight against his thrusting fingers and suckling lips, his tongue keeping the fierce storm of rapture racing through her clit, Elena could do nothing but arch, her hands clenching in his hair, her hips lifting to him as the obliteration of her senses continued.

  Perspiration coated her flesh as a cry of completion became a wail of continued ecstasy. Shuddering, her body jerked against him with each violent pulse of rapture.

  Chapter 9

  Elena’s breath came out fast as she stared at the top of his head between her legs. Her brain was still fuzzy from the orgasm and she suspected it had been fundamentally altered. Tom lifted his head from between her legs and looked at her, his lips wet with her and Elena got the unexplainable urge to taste those lips.

  “Damn, Elena,” Tom murmured. “Of all the women I ever went down on, I’ve gotta admit, none ever responded like that.”

  Elena heard him and blinked, once. Then she blinked again as his words registered on her brain. ‘Of all the women…’

  She looked down and watched him crawl on top of her and didn’t realize when she pushed him off her with a small yell and watched as he fell to ground with a grunt.

  “What the hell, Elena?” he demanded, sitting up and looking at her, confused. “What did you do that for?”

  Elena jumped up and stumbled when the shorts around her knees cut her off. She grabbed them and dragged them up, cheeks heated with acute embarrassment. “Of all the women?” she asked, glaring down at him. “So I’m just one more woman in your long list of sexual conquests, is that right?”

  To give him credit, he did look a little bit guilty. “Come on, Elena, I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.”

  “So how did you mean it then?” Elena demanded to know, grabbing her t-shirt from the floor and putting it on. She grabbed her bra, all the while wondering how she could have been so gullible.

  “As a compliment, you know.”

  “How the hell is comparing me to all the women you ever…ever…” she stopped and glared at him some more.

  “Ever used my mouth on?” he asked, standing up and towering over her.

  “Yes, that. How the hell can you even say that?”

  “Now you are blowing things out of proportion. I mean, it’s not like we are virgins or anything like that. I was paying you a compliment for god’s sakes and I don’t think it is fair that you’d get me all hot and bothered, then bring up some asinine excuse after you got off.”

  Elena blushed and she gasped at his insinuations. “I didn’t get you bothered or anything, and is this supposed to be a give and take situation or something?”

  “Kinda yes, and if you can remember, I was sitting there minding my own business when you crawled into my lap and started saying all that nonsense. Before you kissed me.”

  Elena stomped her foot on the floor, her fist clenched as she stopped herself from punching him in the nose. Actually, guilt stopped her from punching him in the nose and she could not help but admit she felt a little bit like a cheat for stopping things after he made her orgasm, spectacularly too, by the way. But at the same time, she could not bear to have him sleep with her after that comment because she knew it would make her feel used.

  “I’m sorry, Tom,” she said, her voice coming low as
she dropped her eyes to the floor. “I’m sorry I…uhmm…stopped things when I did. It’s just I’m not the one night stand kind of girl, I don’t know how to do that.” She looked up at him to see he was still angry at her and cursed herself for letting things get this far.

  “Why did you kiss me then, Elena?” he demanded, as was his right. “Why did you let it get that far?”

  “Because.” She lifted her shoulders, and then dropped them when she had no good reply to give. “Because it’s been a long day, and the wine, you. You listen to what I say, funny as hell and you are the nicest person I know when you are not actively trying to be an asshole. You would have been the perfect boyfriend to have, only you are not. Not my boyfriend, and after this maybe not even my friend.” She dropped to the couch and watched as he leaned on the seat across from her, arms folded across his impressive chest. “I guess I got lost in that fantasy and ignored the real world.”

  “Yeah, the world where I am a womanizer and playboy right?” He laughed humorlessly. “Where I think with my dick all the time, right?”

  “Come on, Tom, you can’t blame me for thinking like that.”

  “No, I don’t blame you for that. What I blame you for is making promises, offering things you were not ready to give. I didn’t force you to do anything you did here today, Elena, and I don’t appreciate you blaming me for it when you realized something I never tried to hide.” He stood up and stalked to the door, Elena watching him with tears in her eyes.

  “Tom,” she called him when he got to the door, and watched as he turned around to look at her. “I’m sorry, I swear to god I am. And I want you to know that I didn’t mean for this turn out like this. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

  He sighed and after a few seconds walked back into the bus. “Don’t worry, Elena. I understand. I’m the bad rock and roll boy and you are the beautiful princess up in your castle.”

  “No Ollie… Tom,” she said when she realized that calling him by that nickname felt kind of wrong under the circumstances. “That is not what I meant.”