Page 47 of Playing With My Heart Strings

dusty

On My Knees for You

She’s falling in love with me.

I’m in love with her.

She’s falling in love with me.

Baylor’s head rests on my chest, and I draw circles on her back with my fingertips.

“Come on.” I lift her chin with my index finger then lean in to brush my lips against hers.

“Where are we going? I should probably go. The others are going to get suspicious.” She looks over her shoulder at the entrance.

“If anyone asks, you can tell them I needed help with something.” I interlock my fingers with hers and lead her off the side of the stage toward the dressing rooms.

“Need help with what, exactly?” Her eyes sparkle with intrigue and a bit of mischief.

I close the dressing room door behind us, turning the lock before backing Baylor up against the wall.

Dragging my hand along her side, down her thigh, I press my lips to her neck, peppering kisses up to her ear.

“Memorizing every inch of you. I can’t get enough, baby.

And I can’t wait any longer to watch you come undone.

” To drive the point home, I back up, resting my palm on the wall above her head, not quite giving her enough space to leave, but still enough space for me to rake my eyes up and down her perfect body.

She crosses her arms over her chest, and I let out a quick tut. “Uh-uh. You don’t get to act all shy now, darlin’. Just last week you were begging me to make you come, and I need to hear that again.”

But because my girl keeps surprising me, she ducks under my arm and crosses the room to lean against the vanity, putting too much space between us.

“What if this time I want to make you beg?” Her lips curl into a devilish grin, and God, I turn into putty on the spot.

“Just say the word, sweetheart, and you know I’ll drop to my knees for you.”

She raises an eyebrow, as if she doesn’t believe me. But when the word, “Beg,” leaves her lips, not only do I fall to my knees, but I crawl to her like I’ve been stranded in a desert, dying of thirst, and she’s the last drop of water.

“Believe me now?” I tilt my head up from my position on the ground as my hand skims her leg from her ankle to her knee.

Instead of answering me, she slides her hand up the side of my neck to my jaw.

My mouth gapes as I look at her through my eyelashes and she drags her thumb down my bottom lip until the tip of her fingernail pulls at the skin.

Fuck, it’s hot.

It’s even hotter when she drawls, “Are you just going to stay there or are you going to say something?” and pushes my hand off her knee.

“Please, Baylor, let me make you come. Let me make you feel good.”

Her hand still rests on my jaw, but in a smooth, subtle movement she grabs my chin and lightly tugs so my head falls back. I grab the crown of my cowboy hat, taking it off then placing it on the counter.

“Can I please touch you?”

“Yes,” she breathes out. “Please.”

I waste no time as I rise to my knees and my hands glide up to her waist. “Is this okay?”

She nods, and my fingers unclasp the button on her jeans and slowly pull the zipper. Hooking my fingers into the waistband, I slide the fabric down her thighs, revealing gooseflesh-covered skin and lace. I pull her jeans down the rest of the way, and she steps out so I can toss them aside.

One hand cups her ass and the other holds the outside of her leg as I pepper kisses along the inside of her thigh. Baylor sucks in a breath as I lightly nip the sensitive skin.

“Stop teasing,” she whimpers.

“As you wish. Lean back on the vanity,” I instruct as I remove her underwear and nudge her left leg to the side, widening her stance so I can settle myself between her legs.

She does as I ask, and I hook one of her legs over my shoulder as I run my finger along her entrance then slowly insert one finger while circling her clit with my thumb.

“You’re so perfect, drenched like this for me and I’ve hardly even touched you.”

She lets out a soft hum as I add another finger, curling them inside her. Before I can move, her hand is in my hair, tugging on the strands while simultaneously pushing my face toward her.

Say less , I think as I swipe my tongue along her pussy.

Her grip tightens as a needy moan escapes her lips, urging me to continue, alternating between flicking and sucking her clit.

“Fuck, Dusty,” she moans. “You’re so good.”

My dick twitches at the praise she’s giving me, and it only makes me want to give her more. I remove my fingers and unlatch my mouth for a second, despite her protests and plea for me to come back.

But when I lift her other leg so she’s straddling my shoulders, she clamps her mouth shut. I sit a little straighter so her ass sits on the edge of the counter instead of her back leaning against it.

“You’re heaven. Come for me, baby,” I purr, burying my face between her legs.

Her pants quickly turn into shattered breaths, which turn into whimpers then desperate cries not to stop.

All the blood in my body rushes to my groin when she knots her fingers in my hair and her thighs close around my head.

Death by pussy would be the way to go, yet I push them apart as I suck her clit into my mouth while pumping my fingers.

“Keep going. I’m going to come,” escapes her lips before her body tenses and her thighs start to tremble around me. She bucks her hips against my face, and I grab her hips tighter so she can’t pull away. When she comes down from her high, I’m still there, cleaning up every drop of her.

I pull away, taking a moment to admire her—flushed cheeks, a glowy sheen of sweat on her skin, and parted lips taking ragged breaths—before standing. My cock is rock hard, straining against my jeans. I need to be inside her, need to feel her clenching around me.

I remove her shirt then carefully unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Dragging a knuckle over her nipple, I rasp in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Don’t hold back. I want all of you,” she murmurs as she traces her fingers over my stomach. Baylor grabs the hem of my shirt and yanks it over my head.

I answer by unzipping my jeans and pulling my boxers down with the denim, letting my cock spring free. After swiping my fingers through Baylor’s slit, wetting my fingers with her release, I stroke myself a few times.

“Hop down and face the mirror,” I tell her.

She gives me a curious glance, but doesn’t argue with my request. Once she’s turned round, I nudge her legs apart with my feet.

“Lean forward, baby.” I plant a kiss on the nape of her neck before brushing the head of my cock against her clit, guiding it down to line myself up with her entrance and slowly pushing myself inside.

She lets out a shaky breath, and I inch myself further until I’m buried to the hilt, her pussy stretching to fit my length. My hands grip the counter as I slowly start to thrust, pulling out for a moment then sliding myself back in.

“We fit together perfectly,” I sigh into her ear. “Look at how well you take me.”

Her eyes snap up to the mirror, and she bites her lip as she palms her breast, tracing her nipple. The sight alone is enough to get me off, so I slow my pace for a moment before wrapping her hair around my fist and pulling as I pound into her.

Baylor’s eyes roll back when I bring my free hand to her front, adding pressure to her clit. Skin slapping against skin echoes in the empty dressing room. I let go of her hair to weave my fingers with hers as her eyes meet mine in the mirror.

She pushes her ass against me, matching me thrust-for-thrust in rhythm and intensity.

“I’m close,” I choke out.

Our bodies work in unison, claiming each other as her sweet cries pierce the room and we both come undone, the warmth of my release filling her.

My head finds the crook of her neck, and we stay there, neither of us wanting to separate. My chest heaves against her back and sweat rolls down my cheeks, but I need this moment with her to last.

“Baylor,” I press my lips against her neck, humming her name.

“Yeah?”

“Nothing.” I let out a content sigh. It’s not nothing, though. There’s always been something between us, and I think I realize what it is then.

Baylor’s always felt familiar. Whether it was our back and forth banter, or singing together, or just lying in the dark, holding each other. She reminds me what I want my future to look like. What my future could look like.

She feels like home.