Trust Me (31 page)

“Hey calm down baby. It’s just talking right? You don’t need to prove anything to me.” He took a drink from his can of soda before kissing me on the head and continuing. “Noah told me what you tried to do for him. You were brave trying to save him knowing what it would cost you. Noah was brave to baby, he saved you Carrie girl. Nothing you tell me could make me think less of you. Feel me?”

I nod and nuzzle in close. “Keep talking baby until you can’t and we can stop. You wanna talk about the tour, the bus, the sky I’m cool. Just talk to me.”

I went with the truth.

“I’m scared he is never going to let us free. He knows that we won’t talk, we know he won’t. I’m scared that if Noah makes it big, that he will try and pull something to gain money.”

Chad is shaking his head no. “Baby if we make it big, we will have lawyers, PR, agents, fucking money that could burry your past so fucking deep your dad could never get to the truth. He would be painted as a liar and humiliated. Noah would be painted as a hero and you beautiful would be my wife and nobody fucks with my wife.”

“Wife?” I ask and pull back from my nuzzle in his neck and look at him, seeing he is completely serious.

“Well yeah. You’re talking in the hypothetical and hypothetically speaking yeah, baby, I have no plans on ever letting you go. So yeah, wife.” He winks and gives me his rockstar smile and I see it then and there and my words come naturally.

“He always told me and Noah that we were nothing, that we were tainted and tarnished and good for nothing. We fought for so long to prove to ourselves that we were good and worthy of a normal life.” I shake my head and smile through my tears and place my hand on his cheek so that he can feel my skin, hear my words and hopefully see my truth. “Since the minute I agreed to all in with you, all I have wanted to do was tell Noah we were right. That we are worth it all because of how you make me feel. I love you Chad and I trust you and both of those things are huge for me.” I kiss his cheek where my hand had been.

“I don’t look at us in the hypothetical; I don’t because I can see being your wife and the mother to your children because you are what I want for life.”

I sit there on pins and needles wondering if I said too much too soon but when he smiles and leans in to kiss me gently I know my heartfelt speech was received. He moved me so that I was straddling him and deepened the kiss, slipping his hands beneath the hem of my tank top and softly caressing his hands over my back.

“Lay back baby.” He says his voice is full of reverence and love when he looks at me. I lie myself back, my legs still spread open for him. He moves the remaining plates of food and sets them on the ground beside us and then covers my body with his. He kisses me again, deeper yet just as soft, his fingers now pulling my shirt up, up and I raise my arms above my head to assist him.

He hisses, “No bra, damn baby want to make me kill every guy on this bus?” I smile even though I know that I was covered by my jacket when I was with the bus full of rockers.

“I want to see your back.” I say and slip my own hands beneath his shirt. I am gentle as I touch him knowing that any tattoo that’s fresh, is sensitive and painful. Chad lifts himself off of me and lays beside me on the bed upon his stomach. I roll and straddle his back, smiling at the red streaks he had inked into him. They were my marks and it made me almost feral seeing it. “Noah missed a few.” I speak softly against each mark, my lips peppering kisses along his back, each kiss just beyond the tattooed sensitive flesh. I drop my lips on the three streaks of red that Noah didn’t tattoo and let my tongue trail along the scratches.

“I wanted ones that could work around my other tats.” He spoke to the side as if trying to see me over his shoulder, an impossible task from his angle considering I was kissing the indents in the small of his back. I felt each shudder as my lips fell, his skin bumping up into goose flesh. It was powerful to see him, with his sexual past never far from my mind, trembling for me. “I wanted the deepest ones inked.” He seems almost shy or ashamed of his admittance. Maybe Chad wasn’t as happy about my big brother knowing how deep our passion ran.

I traced my fingers and lips up to the top of his back and along his shoulder blades, dropping kisses on the smaller, still fresh scratches along his yellow brick road. “Poor baby…” I whisper in my sexiest voice. “Noah must have scrubbed your back raw, they still look fresh.”

He rolls me after I lick along the back of his neck, tightening my fingers in his hair as he rolls above me. “Noah was being mean.” He states with an overly dramatic bottom lip that I take between my teeth.

“I’ll put him on time out later. Right now…” I let my hands do the talking when I slip my palm between us and stroke up his denim confined cock. “Right now I want you.”

“You can have me, but I want to mix things up a little baby.” He groans after speaking and thrusts his lean divine hips against my hand, the back of my hand rubbing against my clit. Whoever decided a seam in the crotch of women’s jeans was a fucking genius.

“Well I’m a dirty little freak as you like to call me so please, enlighten me.” I giggle when his breath leaves a trail along my neck making me squirm and wetting dramatically.

“Well first things first, there will be no nasty fuckery.”

I am immediately pouting. Nasty fuckery is my most favorite thing in this world and he knows it. “Mean.” I moan and he laughs at me the bastard.

He clasps my wrists in one hand and cups a breast in the other. “I love Carries cherries.” He says taking my cherry tattooed nipple into his mouth and thrumming his tongue back and forth.

“That’s a little dirty babe, I thought it was a no dirty night.”

“Afternoon, and your right, it’s not I was just stating the obvious.” I laugh again because in general and all things Chad, he’s just fucking cute.

“So why no dirty sex, please tell me because the last eight days have been torture.” Just thinking of his dirty texting, his dirty talking over the phone, the bazillion promises he made for every appendage on my body, I was feeling jipped!

He became serious and dropped a chaste kiss to my forehead before using both hands to slip my bound wrists around his neck. “Because I want to make love to you Carrie. I love you and want to express it slow, and long and deep without thinking of anything other than your touch or those sweet little sighs you make. I want to be everywhere I can right now when it comes to your body. You were thrashed when you got here, broken and scared and I need to show you in the simplest of ways how much I love you. These past eight days I did nothing but wish I had slowed down and savored you. I felt like a filthy bastard for not having the sense to make love to you all night instead of nasty fuckery.”

Here I thought I had won the battle on sweet talk earlier when he go’s and says all that. Still in my emotional high I comment with the truth of my feelings. “Nasty fuckery or slow smooth sex in a bed on a tour bus, either way Chad you worship my body and make love to me.”

“Are you on birth control yet?” He asks me and he is dead serious. I swear I heard the sound of the breaks on my libido come to a screeching halt with his question. It was my answer that gave me the heebie jeebies.

“Uuuum, baby you suck at romance.” He knows I’m kidding but I am curious where the serious biology Q&A are coming from. He laughs and rises from above me and starts working on my yoga pants and pulling them down my legs.

“Just answer the question smart ass. There is a reason for my wicked questioning skills.”

I am now bare naked on the bed in front of my almost naked boyfriend dressed in jeans only and suddenly his birth control question seems moot in the larger scale of why. “I got a Norplant in my arm when I was thirteen and started having periods. When I was eighteen I went on the pill because I hated the damn thing, so yes I am protected.” I didn’t need to explain why at such a young age I would need birth control. As much as I hated him knowing, he knew and God bless him he only nodded. “I know I lied about it but I didn’t want it welcome between us every time we had sex.”

I bit my bottom lip and hoped like hell he understood why I lied that first time we were together. I know I should have said something after but even then, it was right and it was now that mattered. There was no question of the trust between us now and going without a condom was another step I wanted with Chad. I did trust him and the weight of that knowledge was huge.

He didn’t seem mad though, not at me for lying to him because I think he understood. The rage in his eyes was clear though and I saw then that if he ever had the honor of meeting my dad he would kill him.

“Do you trust me baby?” He asks his voice soft and full of question.

“With all that I am.” I am more nervous of my answer than I am naked in front of my boyfriend.

Adonis.

“Can I come inside of you?”

Holy fuck
! He said no nasty fuckery but what did he think that did to me? It made me wet that’s what!

“If you would like.” I say on a sigh and arch my back like wanton hussy.

He fell above me and stretched his perfectly molded body over mine and took my right hand in his and slipped them between our bodies. He rose up enough so I could see down his body at our joined hands working the clasp of his jeans free. Next came the zipper and, surprise! Chad was commando beneath his jeans, his erection springing free, a glistening drop of come at the tip just beckoning my mouth.

I used my free hand, the decision having been made the minute I saw his perfect penis, and pushed gently but firmly until he was lying beside me on his back. “What’s up?” He asked confused and somewhat nervous. Poor baby thought I was stopping him, my silly boyfriend was about to get a big surprise.

I didn’t answer while I slipped his jeans over his hips while he assisted in lifting slightly so I could get them from over his supple ass. Now lying there naked before me I could understand his obsession of staring at me when I was spread out for him. It was a heady mix of passion and power, knowing that his body was mine for the taking, that it wasn’t taking at all but that he was giving me himself. I climbed up his body making sure all my best parts touched him along the way causing a very sexy growl to release from him. I took his erection into my mouth without a seconds hesitation and moaned at the rawest taste of Chad Blake.

His hands immediately fisted in my hair only urging me on more, driving my need to consume him with my mouth before he consumed me with his body. “God baby…” He whispered. His teeth clenched over his bottom lip, the glare from his lip ring catching in the dusky light of the bus window. “You don’t know how long I have wanted you to suck me.”

No nasty fuckery my ass. The boy had a filthy mouth that he knew I thoroughly enjoyed. I released him with a loud pop and smiled, my hand stroking around the thick head of him. “You should have said something.” I reply simply before dropping back down and taking him as deep as I can go. I don’t want to gag because I think it could kill the mood but Chad had other ideas.

“Slow down baby. Take me deep and swallow it’ll stop the gag reflex.” I loved the lust fueled tone of his voice as he unabashedly guided me. I did as he said totally thinking he was full of shit, but it worked and it made me crazy hearing him moan and curse with every pull I took. He was a maniac beneath me, my mouth had taken all of his restraint and control and shattered him. “
Fuck
… Carrie…Stop baby. I want to come in your tight little pussy before I lose it here.”

Well who was I to argue? I knew when Chad was in me working me into a maniacal frenzy that I could come a number of times. Not wanting to toss myself to the side and let him in, I pull back slowly, savoring the rich taste of all things Chad Blake. My hair is a tangled disaster but I could care less. I raise myself over him and run my fingers through my hair hoping I look sexy instead of confused. I crawl over his body and place my hands on opposite sides of his head and spread my legs over his thighs and let my core rest against his cock.

I moan at the feel of his hot thick flesh resting between the spread lips of my vagina. Inside or out he feels amazing and I want to see him come like it’s my dying wish. I drop my lips to his and slip my tongue along the seam of his lips and he opens to me immediately. Our tongues dance against each other, a precursor to the love we make and I am lost in him immediately. Both his hands are in my hair, knotting it around his fingers until one slips free and drifts down the side of my body. Moving slowly he finally gets to the juncture of my thighs and to where his cock is waiting to join us endlessly.

“Lift a little babe.” He says it soft but loud enough I can hear him. We are both aware that there is a bus full of rowdy men and Candy just beyond the bedroom door. This moment however is ours, its impact is so strong that the others fade away. I lift enough for him to grasp his cock and slip it through my wetness to test me. “So fucking wet baby…” He slips inside me with a silent groan and I arch my back in rapture. “You got so fucking wet from sucking me off, God your perfect.”

I couldn’t help but smile and drop my mouth to his moaning as he thrust up into me, deeper than ever before. “Oh it’s so good this way Chad.” I silently cry out at the difference in the stretch and pull I feel when on the bottom. I can’t control my need to meet him thrust for thrust and he bites my lip groaning.

“It’s too good baby.” He says and rolls me to my back, holding still deep inside of me with his eyes pinched closed. I had taken him past the point of control long before he got inside me and I can’t help but feel overjoyed for conquering such a man.

Once he has gathered himself and all is right with his over anxious cock, the sex God that is my man comes back with a vengeance. “You feel so perfect Carrie, baby… God I need you so much. Promise me your mine forever no matter what.”

He is rocking into me harder but still slowly and each press inside has me full to bursting in orgasmic wonderment. I would agree to a root canal at this point, agreeing to love him forever was nothing. “Yes baby I promise.” I arch from beneath him when he hits the sweetest spot inside of me. “
Oh God
… right there baby.” I cry out louder than I should have but the echoes from laughter at the end of the bus are a humiliation I can deal with later. Right now I need him to do that again and again and not stop.