Love Me ~ Without Regret (11 page)

“Lizzie, this is the most beautifully erotic thing I’ve ever seen. It’s fucking hot, it makes me grrrr.” The piercing has two balls, one that was slightly hidden to me at first, tucked away, resting against her succulent engorged clit.  The other ball is the one I noticed first. It sits about two inches north and makes me instantly hard again.

I lick her up, and then eat her like I’m a fucking pig. I get her all wet and then pull back and blow cool air on her clit. She raises her hips off the bed, groaning. I move her legs wider apart. I lick her up from the edge of her ass to her mound. I flatten my tongue and give her another slow assault.

Lizzie is pushing my head closer to her pussy and raising her hips at the same time.

“Mmm.” I’m going to be craving her forever. I’ll probably never have my desire quenched.

Every time my tongue passes over her clit, she convulses. She is highly sensitive. I focus entirely on her clit now, rubbing it with my tongue and applying pressure. I circle around and suck gently on it. I slowly move down to her opening, thrusting my tongue inside while I massage her clit. I repeat my activities several times until I have her singing my name. I continue to fuck her hard with my tongue. Feeling her squeeze it with her inner muscles almost sends me to my own utopia.

Her legs quiver with her release and I know I’ve been her good boy, just like she wanted.

I crawl on the bed and straddle her. I rip open another condom, and she takes it and rolls it down my painfully hard erection.

“Lay down, Clay.”

I do as I’m told. I love her taking charge.

She gets on top of me and sinks right down on my cock.

I’m in her deep, and it feels juicy and warm.

She moves in a rhythmic motion, bobbing up and down.

This is incredible. I fucking love how good it feels to penetrate her at this angle.

I reach to tickle her nub as she leans back, allowing me greater access. After it is soaking wet, I put my thumb in her mouth. “Suck it, Lizzie.”

Never breaking her stride, she leans forward. First, she licks around the tip then takes my entire thumb into her mouth, leisurely sucking on it while she rides me.  

I pull my thumb out of her mouth. “Look at us, Lizzie, see how well we fit together. Feel how my cock fills you, like we are made for each other.”

She watches until I move my thumb back to her tight little slit.

Lizzie increases her pace and throws her head back. Her core tightens around me as she explodes and I think she is going to make me come, too. Thankfully, she slows just in time,

“Get on your hands and knees for me, baby,” I say.

She is quick to comply with my wishes.

“Oh, Lizzie, your ass, I want it, too. Fuck, what have you done to me?” I run one finger in between her folds. She is soaked. I enter her pussy from behind, God how I love this position. I grab a hold of her ass and groan while I pump into her hard and she takes every single inch of me.

Lizzie is already panting again, I knew she would be great, but I couldn’t have imagined this. I pop that ass just slightly to see how she will react, and she goes buck wild. She pushes back into me and is getting more vocal. But what sends me to my own oblivion is the sloshing sound that I make each time I pump into her. Her juices run down her leg, and I want to lick them all up. Those are mine. She gave those up for me.

I drill into her a few more times then I explode, feeling my dick throb deep inside of her. We both collapse on the bed. I pull her to me and kiss the back of her head. I feel like I should say thank you. That’s how amazing this woman makes me feel.

five

Lizzie

I don’t even recognize myself lately. I’ve been all bouncy and giggly. Clay and I have been together for two months now. I don’t know how he got through my protective force field, but I’m glad he did. I finally feel what it’s like to be loved. I know he can’t really love me yet, we haven’t been together long enough. But I do think I’ve fallen hard and fast for him, not that I’m going to admit that to anyone at this stage in the game.

We have spent every possible minute together, sneaking away here and there to have a moment alone. We both have busy schedules, but we have worked every charity event side by side to spend more time with each other. Now when I want to study, I bring my books to the ranch. Just being close to him makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.

Crap, I sound like Bailey. I swore on my life, I would never be this way over a guy. I guess I’ll be eating those words.

Bailey couldn’t be happier for me, not that we see each other often any more. She is happy that I finally let someone in. I hope I haven’t made a mistake, but at this time, being with Clay feels real and right.

Even Denise said she was happy for us. She has been flirting around with Kane, now. I can’t see them together but more power to her if that is what she wants. He is one fine ass, but he’s not Clay.

Clay and the band got a call from their old manager in Nashville. He’s booked them for the Bluebird Café. This is the pinnacle for up and coming bands. That’s where we are all headed, Nashvegas. Where country music was born and died, according to Bailey—who self -proclaims to know everything about country music.

I’ve never seen a group of guys as excited as these goober smoochers. You would think they were actually getting signed for a recording contract. I personally can’t see my man leaving the ranch. His heart and soul are with the kids and his horses. The other guys can take it or leave it. They really have nothing tying them to Alabama other than the band.

Bailey has been as excited as the guys. That doesn’t surprise me though. She gets excited over rainbows and puppies, too. She has been shopping for the perfect outfits and accessories. She drags me along with her. I don’t mind really. Who doesn’t want to look hot for their man?

“Check!” I tell Bailey. She has gone over her packing list three times. I see why Cash had last minute errands to run. He didn’t want to help her pack.

“Are you sure, Lizzie?” Bailey runs her finger down the list.

“You know, you’re not going to be wearing half of this shit. Cash isn’t going to let you out of bed.” I laugh. I’ve been in an exceptional mood. Here lately everything is right in the world.

“You’re one to be talking, horndog.” Bailey winks. “I was with you at Victoria’s Secret. Three new nighties, thongs, and a push-up bra, like you need it.”

“You’re just jealous that you had to buy your tits and mine are natural.” We exchange blows for a few minutes.

“You know, I’m proud of you, Lizzie. You’ve overcome your fear of relationships and you have something special with Clay.” Bailey gets all teary eyed.

“It’s only been a couple of months so don’t rush the something special. Is he the best thing that has ever happened to me?” I’m bubbling over inside. “Yes, I guess he is, he does make my toes curl.” I smile at her wide and we both eek!

“Okay, Cash and I are all packed and ready to leave bright and early in the morning. Do you have Clay all packed?” Bailey is going to make a wonderful wife. She is a natural nurturer.

“He can take care of himself, I’m not doing all that crap. Besides, I don’t even have myself packed. Oakley decided not to go with us. She has some big project due in history and she is staying with Raelynn again.” I quirk an eyebrow.

Bailey tilts her head to the side, “Clay’s alright with that?”

I nod slowly, pursing my lips, “Yep, but I suggested that he call Raelynn’s mom and thank her for her hospitality this weekend.” We really think Oak is hooking up with Raelynn’s older brother Colt.

Bailey wrinkles her nose. “Lizzie, that sounds just like something Granny would have done to us.” Then she smiles.

“Where do you think I got the idea? I did make Granny promise not to tell Margie.” I say cockily. Margie is Cash’s mom, but with Clay and Oakley being Cash’s half-siblings, she mothers them. Oakley calls her Smother because she is even more active in their lives than their own mother had been.

“You are so bad, girl. You should sit down and have a talk with Oakley.” Bailey suggests.

“You’re going to be her sister-in-law, you sit down and have a talk with her.”

“What, are you scared of an eighteen-year-old girl, Lizzie? Afraid she is going to tell you to mind your own business? Hmm?” Bailey laughs.

“Yeah, you’re a fine one to be talking, I don’t see you rushing over there or telling the guys either.” I scoff.

We sit and contemplate what to do about Oakley but decide to put it off until we get back from Nashville. One more weekend hopefully won’t make a difference.

My phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s my man! I notice the time is getting late. “Hey, I’ve gotta run and this is Clay, anyway,” I tell Bailey in a bubbly voice I normally find irritating.

I answer my phone as I hurry out the door. “How’s my man?” I still get flutters in my stomach when he calls me. I kinda hope this feeling lasts forever.

“Hey, Tink, where have you been today? I’m missing my baby.”

“I’m going to show you my Tinkerbell,” I tell him, lowering my voice. He can have me craving him even over the phone.

“Mmm. I wish you would. I want to take you out in the middle of the wildflowers and see if your honeypot is overflowing.”

“That does sound good, but I need to pack,” I tell him breathlessly, “I can be over as soon as I’m done. I’ve been visiting with Granny and I helped Bailey pack.”

“Are you going to pack for me, baby? I’ll make sure you’re well rewarded. I’ll give you the licking of your life. Get your ass over here. I’m horny and I want my woman. Don’t make me come hunt you down.”

“I’ll pack for you because I love your rewards. But if you’re in that bad of need right now, you can meet me at my apartment and help me pack.” I giggle.

“When we get back from Nashville, I want you to move in with me. I can’t stand being away from you, babe.”

“Clay, we have only been dating a couple of months. That’s rushing things.” I’ve been in his bed every night, but I’m not sure if I’m ready for what else he might want.

“Baby, you know you drive me crazy. I want you here, Lizzie.”

“We’ll talk about it when we get back from Nashville.”

“So, we’ll start moving you in when we get back from Nashville.” He sounds like he’s bouncing. He must be outside and chilly. My poor baby is cold.

“I’m pulling into my parking lot. I’ll pack faster if I’m not on the phone,” I say all pouty. “I hate to hang up, but I want to get over there as soon as possible.”

“Just grab a couple pair of panties and come on, baby. Hell, you don’t even need panties.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, having easy access. I’ll see you in a few. Bye.”

“Bye, babe.”

I run up the steps, unlock the door and fly through the apartment, packing for my trip. I’ll undoubtedly forget half of what I plan to bring, but thankfully, I have all of my new purchases ready to go. I throw them in my overnight bag. I have a new little toy I want to introduce to Clay. I’m out of the door and back on the road in ten minutes flat.

Driving to Clay’s, I think about how much he’s changed me, how much I’ve allowed him to change me. I can’t believe I caved so easily. He was just so relentless. I had carefully constructed these walls. They were reinforced with rebar and so sturdy that they were hurricane proof. They were erected to keep all the bad guys away from my heart. I was cold hearted, hurt, and damaged. The walls were my fortress, which kept away the pain, but also kept away the joy. On the outside, I was always smiling and laughing – the life of the party. On the inside, I had a cold black heart that not only was unworthy but so very afraid of love.

Clay chipped away with his chisel. He made tiny little cracks, weakening the foundation. Little by little, my barricade started to crumble and now… I couldn’t be happier to have let him inside my heart. I’m bursting with love after only two months. I feel like my heart is overflowing. I was hardened for such a long time I must have become brittle. I shattered when he showed me love. Clay wrapped me in the warmth of his love. It all happened fast, is it supposed to happen this quickly? Is that how you know when it’s true love?

Pulling up to Clay’s house, I park beside his truck. Oakley must already be gone to her friend’s house because I don’t see her car anywhere. I love the solitude out here. I only thought Granny and Papa’s house was out in the sticks, but Clay’s house is surrounded by woods.

Opening the wooden door, I can faintly hear a melody being played on an acoustic guitar. My man must be working on a new song. This sounds like it will be a poppy love type song. So not Clay.

I decide on the spur of the moment to surprise him. I strip in the kitchen. I see this being a fun jam session. We turn everything into fun. We are in sync with each other.

I turn the corner for the living room then stop dead in my tracks. “Shit!”

“Shit!”

“I thought Clay was in here playing. I didn’t even know you played, Oakley! What are you doing here? I thought you were going to Raelynn’s.” I yell as I run back to the kitchen to retrieve my clothes.