Counterpoint (Hystoria #3)

Bonus Chapter - Valentines Day Part II

Simon

HER HANDS GRIP MY hair, tugging me closer, pushing my face against her dripping pussy. Damn, she’s so wet and ready for my tongue. Her soft moans and desperate sighs are all I need in order to double my efforts. I know she’s close, still wired from our little car game, still on edge, still so damn hot for me.

I devour her with an insatiable hunger, my tongue exploring every inch of her sweet folds, my lips sucking and teasing her sensitive clit. Damn, she’s dripping and so delicious, I’ll never get enough of her taste. I lap her juices up like it’s an elixir that gives me life. In some way, it does. I never feel more alive than when I’m right here, between her legs, making her feel like she’s on top of the world.

I reach up and find her breast, feeling its softness in my palm. I give it a firm squeeze, kneading and touching her just the way I know she likes it. And her nipple? Oh, I know exactly how to make her moan. I pinch it between my fingers, then roll it between them, enjoying the way she wriggles under me, not sure whether to escape my delicious torture or beg me for more.

“Oh God, Si!” she cries out, grinding her hips against my face as her muscles turn rigid. She’s almost there, about to fall apart. But I can’t resist. Just as she’s about to scream her release, just as she’s about to come undone, I pull away. I leave her gasping, already opening her mouth to curse me out, but I know just how to shut her up.

In one swift move, I lift her legs onto my shoulders, sit up, and line myself up against her greedy cunt. I take a moment to observe her from this angle - still in her skirt, although her shirt hasn’t survived this day. God, the spot she dripped on her skirt - I get even harder just thinking about how fucking wet I got her with that toy. And then, without wasting another second, I sink deep inside her with a single, powerful thrust. She gasps, her eyes widening in surprise as her warmth accepts me readily, greedily swallowing my cock.

Her relieved scream rings like music in my ears. When I got into that car with her last year, I thought music had left me. That I would never find another melody as sweet as performing Hystoria’s music on stage with the guys, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.

The way she chants my name as she comes, the way my name falls from her lips like a goddamn prayer, the sound of skin slapping against skin, there is no sweeter melody I could create than her pleasure.

The way she tightens around me is making me even harder, even wilder for her, even more hers. God, I will never get enough of her.

“It’s not enough, Si, not fucking enough,” she pleads, and I can’t deny her. I’m ready to give her everything she craves. She could ask me for one of her hot chocolates right the fuck now, and I would jump up and head to the kitchen. That woman has me in the palm of her hand, and she’s not even aware of it.

So I give her more. I give her everything I’ve got. My hips slam into her with a force that matches her demands, but she’s still squirming. Not enough.

Without hesitation, I grab her hips and spin us around, flipping her on top of me. How do you like that, firecracker? Oh, she likes it. She loves it when I manhandle her, putting her exactly where I want her. A wicked grin plays along the corners of her mouth as a groan escapes me at the sight of her riding me. She’s a damn vixen, rolling her hips in an antagonizing pattern.

I can’t resist. I thrust up, reminding her she’s not the one in charge here. She throws her head back, a mix of pleasure and surrender washing over her as she starts lifting her hips. As she sinks down, taking me in deeper, she lets out the sweetest moan that sends a shiver down my spine. And I meet her eagerly, sinking into her depths, drawing out the sweetest moan from her lips.

I reach up and grab her hair, tugging it to tilt her head and expose her sexy throat. Sitting up, my lips find that pulsing spot where her heartbeat races beneath her skin, and I suck on it and lick, leaving my mark as she grinds her hips against mine in a sweet, slow rhythm. When I look up, I find her eyes.

She looks down at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and I know it’s game on. Without hesitation, I grab her and pull her tightly against me, our bodies pressed together. Her breasts slide against my chest, creating delicious friction that drives us both wild. With a firm grip on her hair, I keep her right where I want her, her hot breath tickling my ear.

My other hand firmly guides her, pressing down on the small of her back, adjusting the angle just right. And then, I thrust up, meeting her with a hunger and raw intensity that matches her own. It might be an awkward position, but damn, having her pressed against me like this is pure heaven.

It doesn’t take long until she comes. I feel her everywhere, even the slightest tremble, as she pants my name right into my ear.

“I can’t, I can’t,” she cries out, but I shake my head. I know she’s got one more in her, and I want every damn bit of it. Want her so overstimulated she doesn’t know up from down.

“Fuck that,” I growl in her ear, my voice dripping with desire. “I know you’ve got another one in you. Give it to me.”

I pepper her neck and collarbone with hungry kisses, licks, bites, my teeth leaving more marks on her skin. I’m determined to push her over the edge again, to make her explode and beg for mercy.

Because I’m almost there. I pick up the speed, fucking her with an insatiable hunger. She meets every move with a ferocity that matches my own, her pants against my ear growing more desperate, the tension in both of us building to an unbearable level. I grin. I knew it. She’s right there with me.

Her body tightens, her breath quickening, and with one final, powerful thrust, we shatter together. My moan mixes with her cries of ecstasy as she pushes herself up into cowgirl, rolling her hips to get every last spurt out of me as she convulses around my length. I reach down and circle her clit, making her whole body tremble as she rides me through both of our orgasms.

Finally, she stills, collapsing on top of me, her body a delicious weight against mine, and I slide out of her with a satisfied groan. Chuckling softly, I cradle her head in my hands and gently press my lips against her forehead.

“I love when you do that,” she mumbles, her tired eyes mustering my face as a small grin plays at her lips.

“Yeah?” I do it again, causing her smile to widen. “That’s good.”

“Hmm,” she mumbles, and her eyes fall closed. With one hand, I take off the condom and flick it somewhere in the room before turning and getting her situated properly against me, her face nestled against my neck and her warm breath fanning over my skin. I love having her against me in any way, shape, and form. She exudes calmness and confidence, rubbing off on me and letting me sleep.

She's my muse. With her, it's like trouble doesn't exist. As soon as my eyes are on her, I'm content and the future doesn't seem as scary anymore. Paxton's gone? He's a grown man, I'm sure he'll turn up at some point. It only means I have more time with her. Laying in bed with her nestled close is quickly turning into my favorite thing.

“Sweet dreams, Babe,” I whisper, and she presses her lips against my skin, right where her cheek rests, so she doesn’t have to move too much.

“Sweet dreams, Si,” she whispers back. I feel her breath evening out within moments, but I know it’s going to take a while for sleep to catch up with me.

That night on the road trip where we had to share a room was the first night in months that I slept more than two hours at once. My thoughts were racing, and I was wondering what to do with myself. With Hystoria out of the equation, I was lost. I never learned a job I could fall back on, and while I could certainly afford to go to college, it just didn’t sit right with me. So I spent my days vegetating at home, hoping Paxton would get his shit together quickly so we could make a comeback.

It was eating me from the inside. When my parents called and reminded me of Thanksgiving, I didn’t even realise it was that close already—time just got away from me. Of course, all flights were already booked.

I wasn’t thrilled when Jake proposed driving with Harper, but goddamn, I’m so thankful he did. It woke me up from the trance I was in. Her honesty and no-bullshit attitude definitely served as the reality check I so desperately needed. To be honest, I’m surprised she even said yes. After I fucked up all those years ago, I didn’t expect her to let me come along. It just shows again that even though I might be taller, she’s definitely the bigger person between the two of us.

Her ex really doesn’t know what he’s missing. Then again, it’s not like he appreciated her while he had her. Jake and I ran into the prick just after Thanksgiving while getting a beer. I was back in the city with the intention to stay there until I’d go back to my parents for Christmas. This time, I even had flights booked.

Jake came over to my apartment and brought a six-pack of beer. When he looked at me, I just knew that he knew. But he wasn’t there to read me the riot act, no. Instead, he had a whole ‘I’m not mad at you, just disappointed’ speech ready to go. It made me feel even worse, to be honest.

I don’t think Harper sent him over to do that, either. No, my girl fights her own battles. Jake told me what Harper’s ex did to her. That prick’s name is not even worth mentioning. He showed me one of the pictures he’d taken just a day after the assault, and I saw fucking red. My hands were itching with the urge to make that guy feel every single ounce of pain that he inflicted on her.

After three beers, we were tipsy and ready for dumb ideas. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself. We went out to find a bar to continue our evening. I mean, how could we have known that it’s that prick’s favorite bar? Or that he’d be there that evening? Or that he’d eavesdrop on us as we talked about what a pathetic loser he is?

I mean, it wasn’t really our fault he got so riled up he started throwing hands. All we did was act in self-defense.

Maybe I kicked him a few more times than I had to. But it just felt so good. I thought of the times that Harper woke up gasping for air due to her nightmares of that asshole. And the way desperate tears streamed down her face. Jake looked like he was rather enjoying himself as well, and honestly, I can’t blame him.

That slime ball had to be collected by an ambulance. Of course, cops also came, but since there were cameras and a bunch of witnesses, it was pretty much a shut case. The reporters are another topic, but if anyone got the brunt of it, it was Jake. Good thing that Alex is a cool dude, and after Jake gave him his explanation, he let it go without reprimanding him too much. He just asked him to next time find a spot without any paparazzi close by, which is fair.

And it has another benefit: as the second instance, it’s now on his record, and her case has a better standing now that he’s provoked another fight.

Harper asked me about it on our second date and muttered a soft “Thank you.” with a gleeful smile on her face. That makes everything worth it, even my knuckles hurting for a week.

I’m never going to let anything or anyone hurt her again. Never.

I look down at her, and she scrunches her face as I shift slightly, like a bunny sniffing a leaf of lettuce. It’s adorable.

I can’t help myself and gently press my lips against the crown of her head again. I don’t know if she realises it, but I would do just about anything for her. Anything.

Thank you for reading Counterpoint.