Picture Perfect (13 page)

I realized that I was turning
her on with my words when her pupils dilated and her breath started coming faster.  Pulling her in closer to me, I stared into her eyes as I continued, “There are a thousand things we’re going to do to and with each other babe, and I’m looking forward to every one of them.”

Grabbing her ass in my hands, I lifted her against me, sliding her down my torso until her face was at the perfect level with mine.  “
Gonne make you come again now, sweetness.”  Her breathy gasp made my dick twitch in my swim trunks as my mouth covered hers and our tongues began sliding together.

With her legs clamped around my waist, I slipped my hand into her bikini bottoms, f
inding her hot and wet.  Frigid my ass. 

It was a struggle to remember to continue breathing while Flynn kissed me and worked my drenched sex better than I ever had.  I clutched at his shoulders and met him kiss for kiss as he rubbed my clit in circles.  Pulling away from him I gave a keening cry as my orgasm hit. 

As I came down
, he continued to rub ever so gently, taking special care not to touch my ultra-sensitive clit.  I felt us moving through the water just before he lifted away from him and laid me on the raft I’d started out on.

I was completely blissed out from my orgasm,
while at the same time being stupefied by how easily he was able to get me there.  Feelings his gaze on me, I opened my eyes to look back at him. I shivered when I saw how wild his expression was, and my core clenched from his look alone.  I got goose bumps and let out a breathy sigh when he reached behind my neck to undo my bikini top.  I maneuvered myself a bit so that he could unhook the back as well, and then I chuckled when he threw it toward the side of the pool.

He turned the raft so that I was at his side and then he leaned over and kissed me.  When he pulled away I whimpered, but his smile told me he wasn’t finished with me. 
The sound of his voice was pure liquid lust.  “Babe, hands over your head.  Hold onto the raft and
don’t. let. go.
”

My
heart started beating triple time as I followed his instructions. I watched in silence as he worked to get my bikini bottoms off and before I knew it, I was completely naked, laid out before him on display.  Judging by the look on his face, he liked what he saw.  A lot. 

“This beautiful body, sweetness?  It’s
made
for pleasure.  It’s singing to me, telling me what it wants and needs.  Those other idiots you were with weren’t fuckin listening.”

If I’d had panties on, they would have burst into flames.  Lowering his head, he took my left breast into his mouth and sucked, hard.  At the same time
, his hand was gliding down my torso on a slow and leisurely journey that had my body humming.  Lifting his mouth from my breast, he captured my mouth with his again.  The kiss was tender, as if he was trying to convey something to me with it. 

I pulled away with a gasp and wrapped my hands in his hair when his fingers slid between my drenched folds.  His response was a growly chuckle.  “Hands, babe.  Don’t move them.”

Once again, I put my hands up over my head, gripping the raft as he slid his finger in and started thrusting in and out.  He kept his eyes on mine as he worked his finger inside of me.  I groaned when he pulled his finger out; then gasped when he traced my lips with said finger. 

He was wicked, sin incarnate as I watched him lift the finger from my lips before sucking the finger into his own mouth.  I struggled to remember to breathe as I tried to wrap my brain around how sexual he was, and how much I liked it.

“You taste salty and sweet all at the same time.  Lick your lips baby, and tell me your little pussy doesn’t taste like pure heaven.”

The way he watched me indicated that he was waiting for me to lick my lips, and hesitantly, I did.  I’d tasted myself before, of course, but this was different.  Wetter, hotter… better.

Eyes glazed with liquid lust, he nodded at me.  “Never loved the taste of someone before baby, but with you, I would willingly drown in it.  I’m going to devour you Tessa, from the inside out, and you’re going to come so many times that you’ll forget there even was anyone before.  Focus on us babe.  You and me together is all that will ever matter.”

His fingers slid into my folds
again as he bent over and licked my navel.  He gently bit my tummy just as he slid two fingers into my sex and started to thrust.  Involuntarily my eyes closed and I started seeing stars behind my eyelids.  When his thumb started rubbing my clit, I lost it.  My body went taut, my toes curled and my hands locked behind my head on the float as I shouted my release.

I floated on a cloud of Flynn-induced nirvana as I slowly came back to reality.  He continued to stroke his fingers over my body, a form of post-coital adoration that I had no experience with.  He was so different than anyone I’d ever known, and it worked.  God, did it work.

Reaching my hands up, I placed a hand on either side of his face.  “Thank you, Flynn.  That was beautiful.  I don’t know how you do it, but I love that you do.”

The look he gave me had me ready to go all over again- his words making it that much harder to breathe normally. 

“Babe, just wait until I’m inside of you.  I’m going to fuck you hard, long and deep.  The things we’re going to do together are going to blow your mind.”

Holy.  Fucking.  Bluntness.

I had another mini orgasm from that sentence alone.

After depositing Tessa in the master bathroom so that she could get ready for our date, I’d hauled ass to one of the guest bathroom showers to take matters into my own hands. Literally.  I’d never needed to come more than I did after spending part of the day tonguing Tessa’s perfect pussy and bringing her to orgasm.  My own orgasm was quick and fiery, not surprising considering that I’d been on the edge all day.

We met up again in the living room almost an hour after we’d parted.  I’d been sitting on the couch waiting for her for about fifteen minutes, anxious to be with her again.  I didn’t have experience with missing women, but already I understood that there was no w
ay that I’d be able to wait weeks to see her once she went back to Philly.  It just wasn’t going to happen.

She looked downright edible in her jean shorts, white tee and a pair of white converse.  Her hair was styled into two hotter than hell braids that made her look fresh and crazy fuck
-able.  I was in deep and getting deeper by the minute with her.

Crossing the room, I
pulled her into my arms for a hug and a thorough kiss.  Her lip-gloss tasted like strawberry and it was sexy as hell.  As I went to embrace her, I noticed that the only make-up that she had on was a hint of mascara and the lip-gloss I was busy removing with my own mouth.  Make-up free, she was still hotter than any woman I’d ever laid eyes on.

Once we were able to pull back from each other, we headed off to our destination.  After making a quick pit stop to pick up the supplies I’d ordered, it didn’t take us long to get where we were going. 
When I was talking to my dad, I realized that what would mean something to Tessa would be taking her somewhere that she would be able to see something beautiful and take pictures.  I’d chosen a lookout point high up in Malibu canyon that gave us the perfect vantage point to eat dinner and watch the sunset.  I had been there before a few years ago on a photo shoot with the band, and when it came time to think about where to take Tessa on our first date, it immediately popped into my mind.

The look of pure joy on her face made me feel like I was taking a victory lap after kicking Mike Tyson’s ass i
n a one round total knockout.  It turns out that when it mattered, I did know how to be romantic.

“Oh, Flynn! It’s beautiful up here.  The smell of the sage and the breeze from the ocean is
unbelievable.”

Damn I was pretty fucking please with myself.  This was a date that she was going to remember
, and for all the right reasons.

We spread out the blanket that I’d brought to lay our picnic dinner out on, and then I ran back to the car and collected all of the pillows that I’d brought for comfort.  I laughed out loud when I imagined the look of horror my decorator would have if she saw that the comforter and pillows fro
m one of my guestrooms were now thrown on top of the grass.  Oddly enough, they looked more inviting on the grass than they ever had in my house.  Go figure.

We unpacked the rest together.  I’d gotten roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, salad, broccoli with chee
se, a variety of mini cakes for dessert and a bottle of chardonnay.

“Holy hell Flynn-
how many people are you trying to feed here?”

I had to chuckle at that because she was right.  What she didn’t yet realize was that when I was hungry, I was ravenous.  Right
then I was starved for her, and I had no problems substituting that need with food.  “Just you and me babe.  Just you and me.”

With a laugh,
she gestured to the feast that was spread out before us.  “Methinks that you’ve got a love of carbohydrates Mr. Rand.”

“I am very
guilty of that charge.  Cheapest and easiest foods are all carbs.  Before our first CD came out, we lived on potatoes, ramen noodles and bagels.  You’d think we wouldn’t like all that stuff now, but it’s like it got into our blood.”

Nodding her head at me, she smiled.  “I understand completely.  Those were my college apartment staples.  Oh, and easy mac.  Can’t forget easy mac.  I’m pretty sure God made that on the seventh day and kept it a secret until the people at Kraft figured it out.  There is nothing, and I mean nothing, quite like the taste of that magical powdered cheese.”

That made me laugh because it was true, easy mac is the shit.  Carbs are my default food choices, but for years I’ve had one groupie slut after another bitching at me that I needed to “refine” my palette.  I’m pretty sure that if the other guys and I sat down and tried to track how many women had offered to “home cook” for us, we’d be in the thousands.  Chicks always like to pretend to care about our health and well-being.  What they’re really interested in is the fame and our bank accounts.

“I agree.  I’m not saying that there aren’t other amazing foods out there, but if we got nuked tomorrow, I’d survive in a bunker on ramen noodles and easy mac with a smile on my face.”

Nodding her head in agreement Tess added, “Throw in a lifetime supply of cherry Pepsi and you’ve got yourself a bunker buddy.”

That caused me to laugh so hard I almost choked.  My biggest addiction was cherry Pepsi, but it was a closely guarded secret because the band did commercials for a competing brand.  All the other guys were hooked on that brand, but I’d stayed true to my c
ult-like love for cherry Pepsi.  As part of our contract with the brand we did commercials for, I couldn’t drink anything but their stuff in public.  This meant that for the last five years, my assistants have been stocking my garage with cases of cherry Pepsi on the sly since I’m not even allowed to buy it myself.

“Babe, cherry Pepsi is my true love.  Fucking nobody knows that, so keep it on the down low.  I’d be in breach of contract if that got out.  I’ve got the rest of this tour to get through before I’m allowed to drink what it is that I like.”

Smiling at me, Tess put her hand over her heart.  “I promise to keep your secret safe.”

We dug into our dinner with gusto, and I was happy to see that, just like the night before, Tess wasn’t weird about eating in front of me.  One of my pet peeves about girls is the constant and ridiculous need to put on the, “I don’t eat much,” bullshit routine.  If I wanted to date a rabbit, I would.  When I’m breaking bread with someone, I want to see
that they’re enjoying the meal. 

As we ate, Tess asked me questions about my family and Cole’s.  Normally I edit a lot of what I say to people, purely because I don’t like people digging into my life for their own bullshit reasons.  I knew Tessa wasn’t asking me questions so that she could sell my life story to a
tabloid so I answered every question honestly and in detail.  I wanted to tell her everything anyway.  To my way of thinking, that was how real relationships were supposed to evolve.  I noticed that she got teary eyed when I talked about my mom, and that touched me.

“My mom was amazing.  She was beautiful, smart, and so goddamn funny. 
She used to read me books but she’d change the words to really funny stuff.  She and I lived to make each other laugh.  My dad called us Laurel and Hardy.  Once a month we’d have pajama day in the house.  We’d all stay in our pajamas, watch movies and eat junk.  Those days were the best.  She tried to keep that going until the very end, even when she was too tired to stay awake for an entire movie and she couldn’t force down any food.  To the bitter end she was the best mom a kid could have asked for.”

It had been so long since I’d talked to anyone that wasn’t already ‘in the know’ about my mom, and it felt good to share that with Tess.  I
lay down on the blanket and settled my head on her thigh as I talked.  The feeling of her running her fingers through my hair was both comforting and relaxing.  It anchored me to her, and it felt so damn good.