Rocked & Romanced, page 42
Over dinner, we have a bit deeper conversation and talk about past relationships. We learn we both have ever only had one long-term relationship. She admits to not being a virgin, and I admit to the same thing, though she says she was only with one other person. I don’t like the thought of her being with anyone, and I want to find said person and break his neck. I only calm myself by reminding myself I will be her last.
I ask her questions about her time, and some things she won’t tell me like about my future or anything related to the stock market or sports teams.
“I don’t know much about the stock market. It’s not really my thing. I can tell you we have not had a woman president yet, but the first black president was just elected.”
That shocks me to think the country progresses so much in fifty years that a black man is president.
“How is that possible?” I ask, thinking more out loud than anything.
“Well, in the early 1960s, segregation ends. I don’t know the exact dates, but it happens, and the black community, or as they are more known, the African American community, is on equal footing in my time. They have the same opportunities, like being president.”
When we finish dinner, we head up to the living room and watch some TV. I’m still, thinking about having a black president, and how far the country seems to progress in fifty years, but Ivy knows exactly what to say to pull me from my thoughts.
“You know my TV has an eighty-inch screen, is in color, and has over one hundred channels.”
“I hope to see it someday,” I tell her. I can’t wrap my head around so many choices.
She also tells me about reality TV. How stars like me have camera crews following them around who record their lives. It doesn’t sound like anything I’d like.
When we get ready for bed, she seems hesitant.
“I want you in my bed. Nothing you don’t want to happen will happen, I promise. If you want to sleep in the guest room, that’s okay too, but after having a chance to hold you earlier, I know I won’t be able to sleep unless you are in my arms. I have never had a woman in my bed here or even in this house,” I say honestly.
I hear her say something under her breath but don’t ask about it. We head to the guest room where Nancy has set the clothes on her bed. There is a bag of toiletries, and I grab it, intent on bringing it to my room. I plan to have all her stuff moved to my room tomorrow.
“Grab some clothes in sleep in and whatever else you need and bring it with you.”
I watch her hesitate for a minute, then go to the bathroom. I hear her open a drawer and close it, then come out, and I see some rocks in her hand.
“What’s that?”
“I need these to get home. They are very important.”
I nod. She also grabs her phone and the purse from her nightstand. Then she looks at the clothes.
“What do you want to sleep in?” I ask, knowing she says she doesn’t sleep in a nightgown.
She blushes just a little, and I love that look on her.
“Well, I normally just sleep in an oversized shirt,” she says.
“Come on.” I take her hand and take her to my room. I set her stuff down on the couch. I open the nightstand I don’t use and tell her she can put her stuff in there. Then I go to my closet and get her one of my T-shirts.
She looks at my bed again, hesitant. I get a sinking feeling now too, but I know we have to put it out of our minds. Walking up behind her, I put my arms around her waist and lean down to whisper in her ear.
“Ten years, right? I’m right here and safe, okay?” I kiss the side of her neck just below her ear and listen to her moan.
“Okay,” she says breathlessly. She takes the shirt and her toiletries to the bathroom and closes the door to get ready.
I change into sleep pants and a shirt while she is in there. When the door opens, and she is standing in my shirt, I’m instantly hard.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
That thought keeps running through my head. I have trouble swallowing, but finally, I get out, “You really do look beautiful. Go get in bed, pick a side, and I’ll be right back.”
Going into the bathroom, I brush my teeth and take in her items mixed with mine. Her clothes on top of mine in the hamper, and the smell of her in my bathroom. The smell of roses is my new favorite scent.
This just feels right. I don’t know how else to describe it. It just feels like she was always supposed to be here.
When I step back out into my room, I see she is sitting up against the headboard on the right side of the bed with her legs under the blankets.
“I didn’t know what side you slept on, but I can move. It doesn’t matter to me.”
I point at the clock on the left side nightstand. “I sleep on the left, so you are perfect where you are.”
She smiles as I get into bed. I turn off the lights and lie down, pulling her close to me. I’m so painfully hard just being so close to her, but I’d take that and more just to have her in my arms like this. With her head on my shoulder, her breasts pressed to my side, and her legs entertained with mine, it’s heaven.
I listen to her breathing as she falls asleep, and as I lie there with my whole world in my arms, I know I want this every day for the rest of my life. I just have no idea the fight I have ahead of me to make it happen.
Over the next few days, I know things couldn’t get any better. I wake up next to my girl, we have breakfast together, and then she reads newspapers and magazines while I work some from home, mostly taking phone calls. Then we have lunch together and hang out in the pool and in the backyard.
We do some decorating plans and then have dinner, ending our night snuggled on the couch watching TV until bedtime when we crawl into bed together, and she falls asleep in my arms.
Her second day there, I got all her stuff moved to my room, and it gets me rock-hard to see her clothes and items mixed with mine. The cold showers don’t help, and neither does my hand, but I won’t make that move until she’s ready. I promised her no funny business in bed, and I intend to keep that promise.
On the sixth night of her being here, we are laying in bed, talking about the day, and making plans for tomorrow when I feel her lift her head to look up at me. I look down at her, and she leans up and kisses me. It starts off slow like she is shy, and I let her keep control because I want to see what she does. She shifts to deepen the kiss, and I put my hand behind her head to pull her closer.
She sits up and straddles me, all without breaking the kiss. I feel the heat from her pussy against my cock, barely separated by a few thin scraps of fabric, and I can’t help but moan. I feel both her hands on my stomach and rubbing their way up my abs to my shoulders. Then she grinds again my cock, and my vision blurs. I groan and break the kiss.
“We don’t have to do this. I’m perfectly okay just holding you,” I say but also praying she doesn’t stop.
“I need you, David, just like this, please,” she begs breathlessly. And because there is not a thing I will ever deny my girl, I bring my hands to her hips and grind her down against my cock again.
There isn’t a lot of light in my room, but there is enough to see she isn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts are pressing against my shirt. Her nipples are hard peaks begging for my mouth. While she continues to grind on me, I lean up and take one of her nipples in my mouth over the shirt. I suck and nip and then pay the same attention to the other one. Now with the shirt wet, I have an even better view of her round breasts.
My shirt has ridden up and is bunched around her hips, so I can see her pink panties. I can even see the wet spot she is making, and I almost come right then, but I get control and remind myself this is for her.
Always for her.
I move my hand under the shirt to grip her hips and help her grind harder and faster because I’m so close already. She sits up, and I watch her lean her head back and moan. The movement pushes her chest out. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life. It could only be more beautiful if she were naked.
I know then that any lingering doubt is gone—I’m head over heels for this girl. She owns me, and I live for her. I was put on the earth for her. A few more thrusts and I feel her whole body start to tense up.
“Oh god, David, I’m so close. I…” she moans, digging her nails into my chest.
“That’s it. Come for me, Ivy, let go.” I grind her down on my hips hard, and I watch her shatter in my arms. Her orgasm has me in awe that she trusts me enough to let go like that.
I want to pound my chest because I gave her that pleasure, but a second later, she jerks against my cock, and I’m coming in my pants like a teenager. My vision blurs, and I have a hard time catching my breath. It is the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.
Once my girl starts to relax, she collapses on my chest and almost purrs. “Thank you. I have no words. That was simply amazing.”
“You don’t need to thank me for giving you pleasure. Is it my privilege and honor to be the one who can make your fall apart like that,” I kiss her again and break it off just as fast before I try to go for round two. I roll her to her side.
“I’ll be right back. I need to clean up.” I change my pants and underwear and climb back into bed with her and hold her tight. I have four more days, and I have no clue how I’m going to ever let her go.
Chapter 5
Ivy
Tomorrow. I now hate that word. Tomorrow is the day I have to leave. Yesterday, I walked down and found the rocks, making sure I remembered my way. I did it while David was on a phone call. He wasn’t very happy I took a walk without him, but after a make-out session and an orgasm, I was forgiven.
He then insisted I let him take me out on a real date. He gave me a bit of a guilt trip to get me to agree, saying if he never gets to see me again, he wants to know he treated me right and set the bar high for any other guy to tries to gain my attention. Though I could tell the thought of me with some other guy killed him the same way the thought of him with another woman gutted me.
So we went out to dinner at a nice place. We got a private table, and then we took a walk down along the river and got some ice cream. He got stopped a few times to sign autographs, and it was great to see him with his fans. He always kept an eye on me but was very engaging with them as well.
Once we got home, he spread a blanket out in the backyard, and we laid down and watched the stars for an hour just talking. I have to say it was the best date I have ever been on. No awkward silences and no trying to figure out what to talk about; it was perfect and comfortable.
I laughed so much, and the conversation was good, and we were just us. Just David and Ivy, not David Miller, soon-to-be rock and roll king and Ivy Collins, the time travel girl.
I plan to make the most out of today. While my heart couldn’t bear it to make love, then leave, I plan to at least have his cock in my mouth today. Everything we have done has been with clothes on, so now it’s time for the clothes off fun. I walk to the office at the end of the hallway and pause while he is on the phone. I know he doesn’t care if I walk in.
I poke my head in and watch his face light up instantly when he sees me. I stand and watch him for a few minutes. His eyes glance up and meet mine every now and then. Seeing this side of him behind the music gets to me. He’s always working with different charities and making sure the people working for him are taken care of.
In return, I see how loyal they are to him. Like Nancy. She has been watching me like a hawk, and she’s so protective of him. I’m worried I’m going to slip up and say something wrong, but the flip side is I’m glad he has people in his life like that.
I close the door and walk in and go sit on his lap. He wraps the arm, not holding the phone around me, and he rests his head on my shoulder, listening to whoever is talking on the other end. I run my fingers through his hair, something I know calms him, but at the same time, his cock coming to life under my ass.
I smile, perfect. I turn and kiss down his neck before I slip on to my knees on the floor in front of him between his legs. He stares at me, but his breathing picks up as I reach for his belt. I take my time undoing it and brushing my hands over his cock more than necessary. Once his belt is open, I open his pants and push them and his underwear down enough to pull his cock out.
This is the first time I’ve seen it. Sure, I’ve felt it many times, but this is the first time with no clothes, and as I expected, it’s huge. So long and so wide that I can’t wrap my hand all the way around.
As soon as I try to wrap my hand around it at the base, he quickly wraps up the phone call and hangs up.
He continues to breathe heavily as he watches me but still doesn’t say a word. He is gripping the arms of his chair so hard his knuckles are turning white, and cum is dripping from his cock. I lean up and lick the cum off and give the head of his cock a kiss. His whole body jerks, and he starts breathing even heavier.
I look up at him, and his eyes lock on mine. I keep eye contact while I start to slip my mouth down his cock. He looks away, tossing his head back against the chair as he lets out a strangled moan. I work him in and out of my mouth, trying to take as much of him as I can.
“Ivy… god… so good…don’t stop,” he gets out in strangled gasps. Something about knowing that I’m the one making him feel like that turns me on. I reach down and push my shorts to the side and start rubbing my clit with one hand while I use the other hand to pump the part of his cock I can’t fit in my mouth.
“Jesus, Ivy, you are trying to kill me.” I look up, and his eyes lock on my hand between my legs, and I double my efforts, sucking harder and faster. One of his hands grip my hair, and I can’t help but moan. His hips jerk when I do, and he thickens in my mouth.
“Agh, beautiful, I’m going to come,” he says, trying to pull away. I suck harder and rub my clit harder, and then his cum hits the back of my throat, and he groans my name. It triggers my own orgasm, and I moan around his cock while I finish swallowing every drop he gives me.
When we both are done, he pulls me back onto his lap and kisses me long and hard.
“Beautiful, you take my breath away. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. You getting off on getting me off. Every time I close my eyes, I will see that picture.”
He kisses me again slowly and thoroughly before pulling away and looking in my eyes.
“I didn’t know I could feel this much for someone. Please don’t break me,” he says just above a whisper.
“David …” That’s all I can get out before I burst into tears. He lets me cry and just rubs my back until I am done. He doesn’t talk about tomorrow. He just wraps up his workday and takes me to his bed.
He calls it our bed. We lie there snuggled together and just talk.
“Tell me about your childhood,” I say.
“Well, we were dirt poor and shared a two-bedroom house with my dad’s brother. My parents and me in one bedroom and my aunt and uncle and two cousins in another. Both my dad and uncle worked at the local factory, taking any extra shifts they could. My mom and my aunt baked pies and sold them to a restaurant in town. Then I was about eight when my dad was injured and was out of work. My mom took a few seamstress jobs, and to keep me out of my dad’s hair during the day when I wasn’t at school, she sent me to a church. That’s where I got into singing with the choir and learned to play the piano. What about your childhood?”
I can’t help but wonder what my childhood would have been like if I had grown up at the same time as him. What would his have been like if he grew up in my time? How much of that has shaped who we are?
“Well, I don’t remember much about my parents. They had me but didn’t want to give up their party lifestyle. I do remember that they were big fans of your music. They died in a car crash, and I went to live with my grandparents, who raised me. No siblings, but I never missed out either. I went to college, and they insisted I move into the dorms and get the full experience. I met Brian that year. We instantly bonded at a party we were both dragged to but hated. We ditched it for this burger place we had both been dying to try. During my second year of school, my grandpa became sick and passed away, and my grandma passed a few months later. Brian was there for me through it all. We got an off-campus apartment after that, and he’s the closest thing to family I have left. Tell me what you love and hate about singing.”
“I love it when people tell me one of my songs helped them through a bad time. After a concert in Chicago, a man told me one of my songs stopped him from taking his own life a few months ago. He thanked me with tears in his eyes because a week later, he met his now girlfriend, and he told me he knows she is his one. Moments like that keep me going. Knowing I can take care of my parents now is a big motivator too. What I hate is the lack of privacy, the schedule while on tour, and being managed like I’m a kid.”
“What are your future plans?” I ask him.
“Well, before you came into my life, I would have said I’d do this for a few years and make enough money to live on comfortably, be able to take care of my parents and my family, then shift over and help others get their start in the music business and not be on the stage so much myself.”
“And now?” I am almost afraid to ask.
“Now, I’m not sure. I just know I want you to be a part of that future.”
“If I could stay here, I would, but I don’t even know what kind of effect my being here now is having on history. I know Brian will be watching it and digging into it like a hawk.”
We have lunch and dinner in bed. And this classifies as the perfect day. After dinner, he gets really quiet, and I can tell something is on his mind, so I ask him.
“I know you leave tomorrow, but… will you come back to me?” he asks. He sounds so vulnerable, almost like a lost little boy.
It breaks my heart because I don’t want to lie to him. “I will do everything in my power to come back to you, but I can’t promise I will be able to.”
