Recovery by Nicole Dykes (best time to read books .txt) 📗

“I told you. You’re fucking perfect,” I growl as I drag my lips down Mya’s throat. Her small body is currently pressed against the wall in my bedroom.

“You’re insane.”

I chuckle as I find her lacy panties under the skirt of her dress and slide them down her toned legs, kneeling before her. Her hands find my shoulders, her nails digging into the skin as my mouth finds the inside of her thigh.

“Your voice does crazy things to me.”

I feel her laugh, but it quickly turns into a gasp when my tongue finds her slit. “Already wet for me.” I find her clit and circle around it. “I fucking love that.”

She moans softly, her fingers sliding through my hair, pulling me into her. “Yes.”

I press one finger into her, marveling at the way she grips me and then I slide another in. Her hips buck forward, chasing release. I want nothing more than to give it to her.

I watched her on that stage. I listened to every single note she sang. Maybe she doesn’t love singing like she used to. I’m certain she isn’t looking to be famous, but I heard every bit of emotion she expelled through each note.

Every lyric she sang held her anguish. It was like watching someone break free, even if it was only for a moment.

And it was a beautiful thing.

It’s nearly the same as when she comes. She allows something—someone—to take her pain away. I’ll be that for her for as long as she lets me.

Her hands curl into my hair as I lick her, bringing her body closer and closer to pleasure.

I laugh against her, causing her to moan. I let my hands slide to her firm ass, pressing my tongue into her. Her hips again buck against me, fucking my tongue, and I groan, my cock aching to be inside her, jealous of my own fucking tongue.

“I should be bored with you by now,” she moans softly, her nails digging into my scalp.

I don’t want to hear that and decide to punish her clit. Moving my mouth to the bundle of nerves, I suck it into my mouth, causing her to shudder.

“Fuuuuck. Jase.”

I move back to a gentler touch, circling with my tongue and then switch back to sucking before nipping gently with my teeth. She lets out a surprised squeak, and I swiftly soothe the ache with small circles.

“I’m going to come,” she moans, her fingernails now in my neck.

I don’t let up now, licking her clit as she bucks against me, writhing. Her moans harden my dick until I can’t fucking take it any longer. She’s barely over the orgasm before I stand, lifting her dress off her, mashing my lips against hers.

Her hands find the button on my jeans, and she has me naked before we make it to the bed. Her legs part for me, and I thrust inside, unable to get enough of Mya. Her constant reminder that this is temporary only adds to the frantic feeling I have as I slide inside her over and over.

Her pussy clenches around me, and her heels dig into my ass as she pushes me deeper inside, and I know she’s fighting the same battle I am. I fucking need this woman like I’ve never needed anything else. I take her as she gives herself to me.

She says this is temporary. I know she believes it, but I’m not letting this girl go.

We both lie on my bed on our backs, panting, sweating, and sated.

Even at the worst part of my life, I didn’t feel as out of control as I do when I think about her leaving. Would I even survive it?

“Please tell me you plan to sing more often?”

Her body is suddenly wracked with laughter as I turn to look at the most beautiful fucking sight I’ve ever seen. Mya, completely naked, freshly fucked, and laughing freely. “Well, if you’ll fuck me like that every time I do, I suppose I should.”

I laugh slightly but become serious and roll to my side. “You stopped after Trey died?”

Her smile fades, looking up at the ceiling. “I sang to him, but I stopped taking lessons with Quinn long before that. And singing in the shower, singing for me.”

“So, you only sang for him?”

She nods her head.

“You sing like you love it.” I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, and she presses my hand to her cheek.

“I do, but I also hate it.” She turns her head to look at me, her cheek resting against my hand. “It reminds me too much of my mother’s voice. She had a beautiful voice.”

I know she hates her mother. “Seems like she gave you at least one gift then. Don’t hide it.”

She shakes her head. “She wanted to be famous, so badly. She craved fame and went to clubs, begging for someone to pay attention to her. That’s how she met my junkie father and became one herself. She never became famous, but she found a new love.”

“That would never happen to you.”

She sighs softly, her chestnut eyes digging into my soul. “I never wanted fame. Never. I love being on a small stage, singing my heart out. But I’ve never craved being on the big stage.”

“So, you’d be happy singing only for me on a small stage forever?” I grin, and she brushes her hand over the stubble of my cheek.

“I think I would.”

And there it is.

Not temporary. She wants me too. I lean in, pressing my lips to hers. “Good, because I can’t imagine never hearing that sound again.”

I feel her swallow tightly, her lips pressing a kiss to mine, her breath so soft. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I could sing to you forever.”

I kiss her, my body against hers, holding her to me.

I’m not letting her go.

“You and Jase together?”

I look up from my cereal, barely awake, and stare at Finn. “What?”

“You heard me.” He leans over the counter, still shirtless from