Chapter 23: Chapter 22

Zeke

Two months have gone by. I’ve stayed busy writing new songs for the band and getting ready for this final tour. Tonight we are playing our first show at Wrigley Field to a crowd of over twenty thousand.

Tickets sold out in three hours. Fans demanded more dates, but we kindly declined.

I haven’t been myself since I put Paisley in the car and watched the taillights get smaller and smaller until they disappeared.

Then my ass was hauled straight down the sheriff’s office. Over and over they asked me the same damn pointless questions. Why did I do it? What was my problem? Do I think it’s acceptable to attack an unarmed man in an unprovoked attack?

I shut those questions down quick, and then I was free to go. The idiot who thought it was okay to put his hands on my woman stood there being booked. I guess there is some good in our justice system.

It’s been two months, and she hasn’t replied to any of my messages. London eventually did, letting me know she was okay, but that Paisley needs to work through things.

London asked me to have faith and not give up loving her. That she’ll find her way home.

Easier said than done, unfortunately.

Sighing, I continue to practice ~the~ song I wrote for Paisley in the hope one day she’ll make it to a show, and I’ll get the chance to perform it for her.

I’m so lost in the music, playing her song, that I can smell her Armani Si perfume. I close my eyes, summoning an image of her.

“Where are you?” I call out to nobody.

“You know, people are gonna think you’re crazy if you keep talking to yourself.”

~Great. Now, I’m hearing her voice in my head too.~

I put my guitar down, ready to leave.

“Don’t walk away from me,” I hear her voice again.

“Baby girl, what do you want me to do? I’ve been trying to get hold of you for months…why now?” She touches my arm, but I refuse to look.

I won’t be able to stand it if this isn’t real. I miss her so much.

“Zeke, open your eyes and look at me.”

I take a deep breath and open my eyes. I can’t bear the disappointment.

“Please, be real,” I whisper to myself.

“Baby, look down…take a leap of faith.”

I let my head fall forward. She runs her hands over my face. I look up and meet the green-eyed gaze of the girl who stole my heart.

“Baby girl?”

“Hey, baby.” She’s smiling, and her cheeks flush with color.

I take her face in my hands and lock her into a feverish kiss. I can’t wait and rip open her shirt. I’m like a demon possessed.

As Paisley grinds against me, I tear her bra away. Fuck. It feels good. I cup her right breast, squeezing the mound before bending to wrap my mouth around the nipple—licking, sucking, biting.

She moans and I repeat the sequence. Each move is made to make the pleasure unbearable. I can feel the heat growing as she nears her climax.

I squeeze her breast with one hand, then reach her other breast with another other. I want to look at her; I want her to look at me.

“Don’t cum!” I tell her. Her eyes go wide and glaze over. I hold her still, denying her the friction she needs. “I said, don’t cum.”

I watch the frustration build. When I’m sure enough time has passed, I continue my slaughter of her breast. I can feel the moisture of my dick. I wanna make Paisley scream my name.

“Zeke…please, Zeke, please.”

I listen to her neediness. She’s right where I want her, ready to black out from the passion of her release.

“Not yet, baby girl,” I growl out as she struggles to rub her hips against me.

Fuck, I have no idea if I can hold out much longer, denying her the release.

I listen for the moment her breathing changes, the moment I know there’s no going back. She doesn’t keep me waiting long. With that first hesitant breath, I know she’s a goner.

I snap my mouth away and swiftly push her back against the wall.

“Zeke, what the—”

Before she can finish whatever she’s about to say, I yank her bottoms down and continue my exploration of her breast.

“Shit,” she moans once more as I kiss down her center.

“Hold still,” I growl, nipping at the skin just above her belly button. “Baby girl, you need to hold still, otherwise, I’ll stop what I’m doing.”

Oh, yeah, that got her attention, and now that I have it, I continue with my plan to make her scream my name.

However, the smell of her arousal has me drooling for a taste, a taste I know will make me do anything she wants, including making her cum quickly.

Kneeling, I place feather-light kisses over her skin, and Paisley tenses under my arms as she writhes.

Just as I get as low as I can go in this tight space, I slide Paisley’s legs over my shoulders, giving me full access to her pussy.

“Bingo.”

“Zeke, for the love of God, please touch me!”

“Baby girl, I’ve been touching you the whole time,” I reply, tilting my head back.

She cries out, and I move my finger over the small, dainty fabric of her underwear, applying slightly more pressure as I move over her clit.

“Is this where you want to be touched?”

“Yes!” she screams as I move over her swollen bud. Her panties are soaked…like seriously soaked. “Fuck me, Zeke, make me yours.”

“Oh, baby girl, you already are.” I slide two fingers from each hand into the elastic of her panties, placing a kiss on the small triangle patch of fabric.

“Zeke, please!”

I rip the fabric away, opening her legs wide and sinking my tongue deep within her snatch. I swipe deep, long strokes before sucking on her swollen bud. ~Oh, shit.~

“Fuck yeah!” I stand up, her legs still over my shoulders. I push her into the wall and shove my tongue in deep to truly taste how exquisite she really is.

“Baby girl, you taste better and better every time.” I use my tongue to scoop her juices into my mouth. Nothing about this is going to be gentle.

The moment I feel her hips start to move, and I feel her riding my tongue, I’m done.

I slide her legs off my shoulders and down the wall, then pin her with my hips. I push my jeans down past my knees and rub my dick from base to tip. I watch Paisley as she squirms under my stare.

“Zeke…”

“Don’t say a word. I know you’re more than ready for this, baby girl. You and that scent of yours have done its job. You’ve turned me into a beast. This is going to be hard and fast.”

I rub the head along her glistening entrance, our combined moisture mixes as one. The tip of my dick is waiting. I need to gain some control, otherwise, I may hurt her.

I squeeze her ass and push myself deep. Her pulsing walls grab hold of me in a vice-like grip. My jaw locks as I try to hold back a cry of pleasure.

I spank her ass as I slide out, then I push in again gently, waiting for her to expand to my intrusion.

“Baby girl.” I slide out nice and slow. I let Paisley completely feel every throbbing inch, I let her feel what she does to me by only existing.

I slam myself deep within her hold, and the scream she lets out echoes throughout the small cleaning closet I somehow got us in.

I continue to slam in and out of her, each thrust harder, more forceful than the one before.

Dropping her legs to the floor, I immediately flip her over, sinking my dick back into her pussy.

Wrapping her hair around my right wrist, I pull her head back, arching her body to an angle so that each thrust of my dick goes deeper, pushing against the magical G-spot.

“That’s it, baby girl, let it go.”

Each convulsion squeezes my dick and forces me to ride my wave of desire.

I let her hair unravel from my wrist so she can collapse. I bend over her gently and wrap my arms around her torso. My dick still twitches inside her as I kiss the skin between her shoulder blades and up the back of her neck.

She turns her head slightly, giving me access to her swollen lips. I bite the lower one before slowly and carefully pulling out.

“Zeke…”

“Don’t say anything. I knew you’d come back when you were ready. I love you, Paisley. I love you more than anything. And I just want to keep you with me.

“Come with me on this tour, and we can work everything out. You can bring Buster too.”

“I love you too.”