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Snappy Beats

Aleks

Fucking Mia was better than any high I’d ever experienced.

It was better than a fist fight on the ice, better than scoring a goal, better than winning the Stanley Cup.

It was everything.

I told myself not to think too hard about what this meant or about what came next as Mia sauntered over to me, doing a little spin to face the windows and offering me a picturesque view of her backside. I could still taste her sweet cunt on my tongue as she pulled her hair to one side and over her shoulder, hands running down the slope of her waist and hips as I watched.

Then, she peeked at me over her shoulder and smacked her left ass cheek.

I bit my lip on a smile, soaking up every second of her feeling confident and comfortable and sexy. Because she was. God , she was sexy as hell, and I couldn’t believe I had the privilege of having her like this.

Slowly, she waved her hips from side to side, backing up a bit each time until she was between my legs. I stroked myself as I watched her, heart thrumming, cock begging for relief. It’d taken everything in me not to come the second I’d slid inside her.

Wordlessly, Mia maneuvered my legs closer together, enough so that she could climb on to straddle me.

To straddle me backward .

I hummed my approval as she smacked my hand away so she could grind against my cock, sliding her ass up and down over my shaft, her cheeks hugging and teasing me.

When I’d had enough of the foreplay, I leaned up, a squeal of surprise coming from her as I wrapped her up in my arms.

“Enough teasing,” I said against her spine. “Sit on me, baby.”

Mia reached between her legs, finding my cock and lining me up at her opening. She hissed a little when she lowered down an inch, and I groaned at the feel. She was somehow even tighter than before.

“That’s it,” I coached as she lifted and lowered again, taking more of me inside. “Nice and slow. Open up for me.”

Mia moaned when I cradled her breast in one hand, the other snaking up to grip her neck. I’d been paying attention all night, watching what she responded to, what turned her on. I knew she liked when I took control. I knew she liked that bit of pain bordering on pleasure, that gentle squeeze of my hand around her throat, the sting of a palm against her flesh.

When I rocked my hips up to meet her, plunging in deeper, she let her head fall back on a cry of ecstasy. We sat like that for a long moment, her adjusting to the feel of me and my hands exploring every inch of her. I squeezed each breast, massaging, toying with her nipples as I licked and nibbled across her back.

And then, she began to move.

She lifted, pressing weight into her heels to rise until just the tip of me was inside her before she slid back down. We groaned together at the sensation, and then my hands were at her hips, helping her ride me, picking up the pace.

Up and down, over and over, faster and faster.

Soon, she was riding me wildly, her moans growing louder and louder. When I snaked a hand between her legs to circle her clit, she mewled, shaking her head.

“Can’t,” she breathed, but even as she said it, her hips started bucking wildly against my hand — enough so that she lost her rhythm fucking me.

I kissed her shoulder blade. “Sure about that?”

“Oh, God.” She was losing it, falling back against me as I rubbed her clit and flexed inside her.

“I think you can,” I argued, and then I picked up her thigh with my free hand, rocking us both back until she was fully seated in my lap, her back against my chest. She lifted her other leg to mirror the one I’d hiked up, her hands propping her up as best she could on the bean bag.

And I took control.

With my hand hooked under her knee and the other working between her legs, I bucked my hips up, using my heels planted on the floor to drive myself into her. Over and over, again and again, I had that woman bouncing in my lap, legs shaking, face twisted up in pleasure as she screamed and moaned.

She let out a string of curse words as she came, and as soon as I felt her walls tightening around me, I lost it.

I gripped her hard, keeping pace as my stomach muscles seized, all the blood rushing between my thighs. My orgasm clocked me like a fist to the face, stealing my breath and knocking out any thoughts trying to hold on. I fucked her mercilessly as we both rode out the waves, our skin slick, hearts hammering, hands gripping onto one another for dear life.

I filled her and I still didn’t stop. If anything, the feel of my cum leaking out of her only drove me to want more. I was insatiable, fucking my cum inside her again until my body gave out. So long, I’d longed for this. So long, I’d dreamed of claiming her, of marking her, of having her in every way.

Even when my body was spent, I craved more.

We collapsed once the last of our orgasms left us, bodies turning to weighted heaps of bones.

I rolled over to the side just enough to let Mia fall into the oversized bean bag with me, my legs curling under hers, cock softening inside her. We lay like that for a moment before Mia carefully rolled, giving me no choice but to pull out of her. She splayed out in a mess of arms and wild hair next to me, panting, beautiful breasts heaving as she blew a strand of hair out of her face and turned to look at me.

The rain poured.

The wind howled.

And we were silent for a beat before we both laughed.

“Fucking hell, woman,” I said, shaking my head and wiping the sweat from my forehead.

“That was fun.”

She giggled and I smiled, though I couldn’t place why my chest tightened a bit at her words. That was fun .

Fun.

As in a fun little one-time thing?

Before I could overanalyze too much, a more pressing thought struck me hard enough to make me bolt upright.

“Fuck, Mia. We didn’t use a condom.”

She arched a brow. “You’re just now noticing this?”

“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t even stop to think—”

“It’s okay,” she assured me, tugging on my bicep until I reclined back with her again. “I am a young woman in the twenty-first century. I do have means of protecting myself against an unplanned pregnancy. And it’s not like either of us have slept with anyone in a while.” Her smile slipped a bit at that, worry etching between her brows. “Unless… have you…” She swallowed. “Have you—”

“Don’t ask questions you know the answer to,” I warned her, pulling her into me. I surrounded her with my body — one leg sliding between hers, hand hiking her leg up on my hip before I smacked her ass. “I made a promise to you, remember? I haven’t been with anyone. No one but you, Strings.”

I felt her lips curl against my chest, felt her let out a soft sigh of contentment and relief as she curled into me like a kitten. I rested my chin on the crown of her head, stroking her hair with one hand while the other rubbed her back.

We were quiet for a long while, just listening to the rain and wind outside. Even though we’d lost power, I had a feeling the worst of the storm had missed us. I didn’t need the ability to turn on a TV to confirm it. If we were getting the brunt of it, we’d know.

I knew we needed to clean up, but a sick part of me loved lying there with her knowing my cum was still inside her, that her mouth tasted like me and mine tasted like her. I wrapped her up a little tighter at the thought, kissing her hair on a sated sigh.

“That song you were playing,” I said after a while, and I wondered if she’d started falling asleep because Mia jumped a bit when I spoke. “It’s not on the album.”

“No,” Mia confirmed, running one finger over my chest. She traced the lines of the lion tattoo I had there, her chipped nail polish making me smile.

“Why? Is it new?”

Her shoulders lifted a bit. “It just didn’t make the cut.”

“Well, it should have.”

“It’s not poppy enough.”

“It doesn’t need to be.”

“It’s too honest, too vulnerable, too… sad.”

I leaned up on one elbow then, caging her between me and the bean bag as I swept her hair from her face. Fuck , she was beautiful — hair a mess from having my hands in it, cheeks flushed, lips swollen.

“That’s exactly why I loved it.”

The corner of her mouth tilted and fell again, her eyes soft under where her brows pinched together. “You liked it?”

“It was beautiful, Mia. It reminded me of when I’d catch you playing when we were younger, when you thought no one was listening. That was always when you were at your best. It was when I got to see the real musician inside you — the one not thinking about what sells or has a snappy beat.”

“Hey, I like snappy beats.”

“I do, too,” I clarified. “I like everything you write, everything you play.” I shrugged. “I just like the honest, vulnerable, sad songs most.”

“Masochist.”

“Guilty.” I tapped her nose. “You should release it — the one you played tonight.”

“The album’s already out.”

“So? You make the rules, Mia Love. Play it as an encore song at the Garden. Tell them you weren’t sure what they’d think of it, so you kept it off the album, but now you want to share it with them. Release it at midnight after the show. And then immediately call me when it hits number one on the streaming charts and tell me I was right.”

Mia rolled her eyes. “Okay first of all, I need to record it.”

“Like you can’t do that in New York. Don’t add more to it. Just you and your piano,” I said, nodding toward the one in my living room. “That’s all you need.”

She bit her lip, eyes searching mine. “You really think I should do this.”

Not a question.

“I really do.”

She smiled then, one big enough to reveal that dimple in her left cheek that I loved so much. “I’ll think about it.”

“Good,” I said. Then, I groaned as I stretched and maneuvered to stand, pretending like an old man as I cracked my back and Mia laughed. “Now, come on. Let me get my girl cleaned up.”

We took a long, hot shower together — one that was very difficult not to turn into another round as Mia let me lather her up and wash her. But I could see in her eyes that she was exhausted, so I behaved myself, even though there was a very big part of me wondering if this would be the only time, if the spell would be broken in the morning.

She didn’t seem angry with me anymore, but we hadn’t talked about it. I still had no idea where her head had been these last couple of months.

So I definitely had no idea what tomorrow would bring.

When I was finished in the shower, I kissed Mia’s wet hair, leaving her to shower alone and take a moment to herself while I cleaned up in the living room. I unzipped the cover to the bean bag and threw it in the wash, smirking to myself at how Mia had made jokes about all the girls I’d fucked on it and then, in reality, she’d been the only one.

By the time she ambled out of the shower wrapped in one of my large bath sheets, I’d made us both a tray of snacks from my hurricane prep food stash, and we ate them with sleepy smiles before I grabbed one of my t-shirts for Mia to sleep in.

She curled up in my bed without me having to ask, and I took that as a win.

But when I slid into the expensive sheets with her, wrapping her up in my arms and pulling her flush against me, I didn’t feel comforted. My mind raced, heart jackhammering in my chest the more I thought about asking her what this meant, and then chickened out every time. When I finally found the balls to say something, my voice was weak, quiet.

“Mia?”

No response.

“Mia,” I said again, leaning up enough to peek at her face.

She was sound asleep.

I did my best to follow her lead, knowing all my questions would have to wait for the morning sun.