Saturday Afternoon Play

Chris glanced up from the game as Royal dropped onto the couch, slinging her legs onto his lap. He’d been home from the latest tour about three days and would head back out again soon, but for now the band had a few days at home. Though they had a show tonight, it was at a smaller venue where they were well-known, requiring little to no set-up -- so he had time to watch his hockey team and apparently spend some time with his girl.

He grinned as she dug her toes into his thigh. “Royal, game,” he reminded her, not taking his eyes off the screen. This was one of the things he loved most about her: she didn’t really want anything—was only reminding him she was there—but she needed to be near him. Every other girl he had been with would take off the minute he flipped sports on, but not Royal. She’d plop right down on the couch next to him, would even fight with him during football season since they rooted for rival teams.

He dropped his hand to her legs, resting it there for a minute before running it casually up and down, even as his attention returned fully to the game. Royal hid her own smile behind her book; she knew Chris didn’t even realize what he was doing. Once his games were on, nothing—not even her stripping down—would distract him. Meanwhile his hand was beginning to cause things to tighten low in her body. Within a few minutes, she decided she didn’t care if he wanted to see the next game or not…he wasn’t going to get a chance.

Attempting to return her attention to her book, she wiggled against the couch, trying to ignore the burn of sexual tension that was knotting her insides. Peeking up at Chris, she saw that he was oblivious to her issues. Chris’s blue eyes were glued to the screen, his free hand fisted as he cheered the players racing around. His other hand continued the slow, lazy motion across her legs in direct contrast to the excitement flowing off him.

Keeping half an eye on the game -- she might not understand the rules, but even she could follow a countdown clock -- Royal was moving as soon as the final buzzer sounded. Knocking Chris’s hand aside, she straddled his lap, blocking his view of the television. As he opened his mouth to ask her what was going on, she took advantage, sealing her lips to his and driving her tongue inside. She used her hands in his hair to tip his head back, increasing the angle. His hands went automatically to her hips while his tongue played with hers. Any thought of watching the next game fled his mind at that point.

Her hands eased out of his hair and drifted down to wrap around his neck as she kissed him lazily in direct contrast to the heat she was feeling. After all the teasing he had put her through, she wanted to return the favor. She wanted him to lose control. He was always very aware of his strength, very careful not to hurt her. Now she wanted him to pick her up and carry her to bed where he would make slow love to her while soft music played in the background. Something about having him above her, gently pushing into her as she heard his voice singing in the background, turned her on. But that was still him in control. She wanted him out of control, wanted him to bend her over the coffee table and drive himself into her until they were both screaming out their release. Now all she needed to do was figure out a way to convince him. She knew he’d be fine once they got started, but he had a Southern streak a mile wide that made him virtually incapable of hurting her.

Chris growled as she bit him gently on the lip. She ground down against him, trying to incite him into doing something, anything at all. This almost wasn’t the same girl he remembered from their first time. She had been hanging out with him for weeks, but he had been resistant to her advances—especially once he found out she was a virgin. It wasn’t that he had anything against it; rather, he had worried that he wasn’t good enough for her. He hadn’t been promiscuous, but one of the perks (as he had thought before she came along) had been girls throwing themselves at him. He felt tainted from that experience and like it would taint her. He had thought she would end up the same as the other girls…right up until her best friend had locked them in a room together. In the ensuing fight, words and feelings had come out. Their lips had crashed together at his first utterance of ‘darlin’ and he had taken her there on the floor. Not at all what he had intended—especially not for her first time, but she had refused to let him feel guilty. Only her delirium afterwards, her pure happiness at finally being with him, kept him from spiraling into guilt. He’d made a complete turn-about a few weeks later when he needed to go back on tour and asked her to go with him, even though he knew he wouldn’t physically be able to spend much time with her. Knowing that she was in the audience, knowing that she’d be there at the end of the night, was just something he needed. She’d smiled and kissed him and agreed.

Nothing was more important to her than the time they got to spend together, even if they were just in the same vicinity. It was why she would sit in the living room with him even though she knew he would be glued to the TV and not pay attention to her. It was why she had agreed to go on tour with him, although she had known the music and the band would be the most important thing.

Right now, though, she wanted him noticing her; she wanted those talented hands on her body and his lips on her. And that’s what she was determined to get. She could feel his hands as they started to raise her shirt up so that he could touch her skin. Shifting, she pressed against him, moaning as the hard heat of him pressed up against her core. “Please?” she begged. “Chris, please, now.”

He broke away, pulling back to breath for a moment. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Just…the bedroom, darlin’, let’s go to the bedroom.”

She gripped his hair, tilting his head to the side so she could suck on his neck, not caring if he had a show soon. He didn’t bring up having a girlfriend and she was never hurt by that -- she understood how things were and never left a mark on him where the crowd could see it. But tonight she just didn't give a damn about the fangirls or anything but him taking her. "No, here," she demanded.

He chuckled a little at her eagerness, slipping his hands up until he could reach her bra and unhook it. Slipping it out from under her shirt, his hands quickly found their way back to her breasts. She arched against him, as the calluses from his guitar playing scrapped across sensitive skin. “Are you sure?” he asked.

She wiggled against him, trying to get closer as she begged with her body and mouth. “I want you,” she whispered. “I want you now and I am not waiting. I don’t want slow and gentle.” Pressing herself against him, she purred in his ear, “Fuck me, Chris. Please.”

“Yes,” he groaned, completely in agreement. Tipping her backwards towards the table, he wordlessly reassured her that their separation would only be momentary. Pushing her shirt up, he set his lips against her skin as his fingers went to the buttons on her jeans. He unbuttoned them quickly, tugging them down and off, tossing them aside. They were followed quickly by her panties, already wet from the teasing he had unintentionally given her. “I want to taste you,” he murmured against her skin.

She spread her legs, allowing him access, even as she braced herself on her elbows, glad they had bought a wide table. “Inside me, please,” she begged.

He blew a breath across her stomach, enjoying the shiver as the warm air contrasted with the wet swath he had licked across it. “Patience, Royal,” he replied.

She grabbed a handful of his hair, tipping his head up so he had to look at her. “Slow and gentle later,” she replied. “I want you now.”

His hand went to his own pants, fumbling with his belt buckle as she stroked the parts of him she could reach -- one look had told her it would be best not to move. He groaned when she licked her lips and lifted her shirt, baring her breasts to his gaze. “Jesus,” he moaned. Leaning over, he sucked her nipple into his mouth; giving her something else to focus on, he quickly undid his jeans and slipped them down far enough to free himself. Slipping a finger inside her, testing that she was wet enough, he lifted his head. “I won’t hurt you,” he cautioned.

She reached down, grabbing his ass with both hands as he withdrew his finger. Shifting at the same moment, she drew him forward and impaled herself on him in one movement. They cried out in unison. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he sunk into her, his weight driving him deeper. Tossing her head back and grinning wickedly up at him, she said, “I told you I didn’t want to wait.”

“Far be it from me to deny my lady,” he replied, nuzzling her neck. He rolled his hips, not so much withdrawing from her as moving himself inside her. Bracing his feet on the couch, which slid backwards immediately, he pulled out. “Hang on, darlin’,” he soothed when she whimpered. He rapidly pulled his boots off, then eased her body to the edge of the table. “Just gotta figure out how ta do this,” he explained.

“Chris,” she moaned. “Please? I want you.” She held her hands out towards him, trying to catch him again.

Judging the angle, he realized if he kneeled, he could just reach. “I just needed to get set, Royal, sweetheart. Hold on a second longer.” He grabbed a pillow from the couch and tucked it behind her head, kissing her as he leaned over. “Ready?”

She settled her hands on his hips, bending herself almost in half as he set himself at her opening. “More than.”

He drove himself into her, trusting this time that she’d tell him if she was hurt. She cried out, but he knew it wasn’t pain as she dug her fingers into his shoulders. Murmuring to her, he drew back and pushed back in, groaning as she gripped him tightly. “So perfect. So tight. My darlin’. My Royal,” he murmured as he repeated the motion.

Royal ran her hands down his back, wishing he had taken the time to strip his shirt off. Gripping the shirt, she pulled it up so she could touch bare skin. She shuddered as he hit that perfect spot inside her. “Chris,” she moaned. She tried to hold him against her, to feel all of his body against hers, but that didn’t allow the motion that felt oh, so good.

Loosening her hands so he had more freedom, she matched the rhythm he found, clutching him as he moved in and out. Groaning as he deepened the strokes, he dug his fingers into her hip bones, holding her in place. She bucked into him when he latched onto to her, reaching up and tugging his head down so she could kiss him nastily before latching onto his neck again. For some reason that made him shudder deep inside her. “Do that again,” he whispered to her. “God, Royal. Mark me.”

Running a hand through his hair, she tilted his head to the other side and placed her mouth against him as he slammed into her. As she began to suck, he moved faster until they were both almost at the peak.

Tipping her head back, Royal let out a scream as she toppled; contractions wracking her body. Chris held out for a few more thrusts, then let go, emptying himself into her as she clutched tightly around him. Gathering her to him as his strength gave out, he fell forward, trying not to land all of his weight on her. Nuzzling her, he crooned softly to her; the words to a song he had been working on. She ran her hands over the parts of him she could reach, picking up the tune after a moment and humming along.

Chris didn’t want to lose their connection, didn’t want to let go of Royal. Lifting his head from where it had fallen, he kissed her gently. “So what brought that on?” he asked softly.

“You’ve been teasing me for the last three hours and driving me insane. I had to have you. Was it a problem?”

Kissing her on the lips, he replied, “Never, darlin’.” Pulling back, he tossed his hair out of his eyes and tried to decide if he could get enough leverage to just lift her up. Just as he was about to attempt it, he remembered he was still wearing his jeans. “I gotta pull out, Royal,” he cautioned her.

She gripped him tightly. “No, stay a bit longer.”

“I’m crushing you, sweetheart.”

“Feels good,” she answered, nuzzling him.

He was about to argue when he realized the creak he had heard wasn’t either one of them moving. His eyes widened as the cause of the sound entered his mind. Aw, shit. He barely had time to think. Wrapping his arms around her, he started to roll their bodies. They had just reached the edge of the table when the world fell out from under them. “Augh!” she screamed, apparently not prepared. He had managed to get himself underneath her so he took the brunt of the fall.

“Ooow,” he groaned when it appeared they were settled.

“What…?” She pushed slightly upright and looked around. “Um. I think…yup. We broke it.”

“I think we broke my back,” he groaned.

Ducking her head down, she began to giggle. “Chris, we broke the table. How exactly are we going to explain this?”

“We had a good time?” he offered, then the situation hit him and he began to laugh. Nudging her after a moment, he asked, “Can you get up?”

Stifling her giggles, she said, “Yeah, I think so.”

He waited but she didn’t move. “Um, the point was for you to get off me then?”

“Why?” She snuggled down. “It’s nice here.”

“Royal, darlin’, I’ve got a piece of our coffee table digging into my ass. As much as I love holding you…please get up.”

She smiled at him and he almost didn’t want to let her go, but she began to ease herself off him, moving carefully so she didn’t hurt either one of them. When she stood up, he scrambled to his feet. Handing her his button-down shirt, he motioned for her to clean herself up. As she did, he fixed his jeans and then reached for her, pulling her into his arms. Wrapping herself around him, she asked, “Bedroom now? Please, Chris?”

“Always, darlin’,” he murmured back, hands mapping her body. “Whatever you want.” Brushing her blonde hair back from her face, he reassured her, “For whatever you want.”

“I want you,” she smiled at him, “at my mercy. Tied up and begging for me.”

He pulled back slightly, raising an eyebrow at her comment. “Literally or figuratively?”

She turned red and looked down at the floor. “Never mind.”

“Hey, Royal.” He hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her head up so she was looking at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” She looked around and grabbed her panties from where he’d tossed them. Pulling them on, she moved away from him. She pulled off her shirt as he watched; her movements’ jerky and uncoordinated and slipped on the shirt he had handed her. He knew she did it for comfort, for the covering and the feel of something he had been wearing close to her skin. “Forget I said anything.”

He grabbed for her hand as she bent to gather up their scattered clothes. “Darlin’, stop.”

“Don’t darlin’ me. 'Cause you do that when you want me to cave.”

“No, I want you to talk to me. So if you’d rather I call you ‘Royal’ instead of 'darlin',' I will. Don’t pull away from me. If you want something, you’ve got to tell me.”

“I’m fine, Chris. Let’s just go to bed.”

Pulling her to him, gently so she could break his grip if she wanted -- he knew he could easily overpower her so he was always careful with his strength -- he tipped her head up. “I love you,” he told her softly. “If you want something, you need to tell me. I’ve tried, but I can’t read your mind.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I don’t know. You always seem to do so well at it.”

“Flattery and your body ain’t gonna distract me, babe. What are you thinking of? Do you want to tie me up?” He ran a hand down her body. “Cause I’m thinkin’ that won’t be an issue.” She gulped as she realized he was hard against her. “I’m really thinking it won’t be an issue,” he whispered in her ear.

“I just...” Royal turned her head aside. “What if I hurt you?”

He just stopped himself from laughing at her because that was the wrong reaction on so many levels. “My darlin’ Royal, you are not going to hurt me because you love me too much to ever do that.” He brought her hand down, pressed it against the part that wanted her the most. “You will hurt me if we don’t move this along though.”

“Geez, don’t you ever get enough?”

“Not of you.” He nudged her in the right direction. “Bedroom.” Running his hand down her back, he rested it on the rise just above her rear. “Go into our bedroom, darlin’,” he growled in her ear. “Get out whatever you’ve got and tie me up.” He caught her as her knees buckled. “If you pass out from the idea, we ain’t ever gonna get to do anything.”

“You go in first? I’ll um, clean up here.”

He turned her to face him, pressing up against her. “Don’t take too long.” He kissed her deeply.

“Ya know…” Royal blinked. “I can...I can clean up later.”

He let out that deep male chuckle, the one that says he knows he’s clouded a woman’s mind and he enjoys it. “You sure can, darlin’.”

As they walked towards their room, he kept up a steady stream of comments intended to keep her on edge as he ran his hands up and down her body, cupping her breasts and enjoying the moans that issued from her throat. He moved away from her as they entered the room, stripping off his wife-beater and tossing it towards the hamper. Turning back towards her as he reached for his belt, he saw she was at the stereo. Shrugging, he drew off the belt and held it up to her, setting it aside when she shook her head. She finished what she was doing and he smiled as the opening chords of one of his songs began to play.

Crossing the room to him, she knocked his hands away from his jeans and pulled him towards her using the belt loops. When he began to push her shirt off her shoulders, she glared at him. “Sorry,” he whispered.

“Clothes off and lay down,” she instructed. “Just…let me.”

He nodded, swallowing at the look in her hazel eyes. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Yeah. Okay.” When she moved away, he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes before slipping into the bed. Turning to see what Royal was doing, he discovered she was holding blue material in her hands. “Where do you…?” he trailed off as she climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist, then leaned forward. Automatically he raised his arms, his blue eyes locked on hers. “Whatever you want,” he assured her.

“That’s a dangerous statement, rock star.” Leaning down, her breasts pressing against his bare chest, she kissed him as she tied the first knot. “I’ll try not to take too much advantage.” With nimble fingers, she attached the other end to the post of the bed, checking that he had enough slack that it wouldn't be uncomfortable. More quickly than he expected, his other arm was secured. “Okay?” she murmured.

He nodded, tilting his head up towards her and inviting a kiss. She indulged him for a few moments, but pulled away sooner than he wanted. He followed her, trying to re-engage, but she pushed his head back to the pillow. “Come on, darlin’,” he coaxed.

“What I want, remember?” she responded.

She slid down a little, lifting so she didn’t catch herself on his cock. Settling on his legs, she smiled at him until he smiled back. Kissing him quickly, she moved to his neck and sucked on the mark she had left there, drawing a low throated groan and twitching from down lower. “Please?” When she moved to the other side and sucked on the identical mark, he added, “You’re killing me.”

“Did you want something?”

“Maybe move…lower?” he suggested.

She licked across his nipple, enjoying the shudder. Flicking her tongue across it until it stood up, she sucked it into her mouth, biting gently. As he moaned again, she rolled her eyes up to look at him. His hands clutched at the scarves as his body bucked upwards. Grinning, she lifted her head far enough to ask, “Are you gonna beg?”

“Hell, yes, I’ll beg, darlin’, if it’ll get you to do something,” he responded promptly.

“Or maybe not.” Placing open mouthed kisses down his chest, she moved lower still; darting her tongue out randomly to taste him. He growled as she nipped at his abs. Soothing the bite with her tongue, she sat back up and wound her fingers in his hair. Meeting his mouth with hers, open and waiting for her, she explored it with her tongue until they were both panting heavily. “You’re mine,” she whispered when she had enough air back.

“Yours,” he agreed, pretty sure he’d agree to anything if it would get her to do something about the ache in his groin.

Sitting up, she stripped off the shirt she had been wearing and he realized then it was his shirt, the one he had handed her. His eyes tracked every movement as she dropped it over the side of the bed. He watched as she slid down until she was just above his cock. A sound that he would deny was a whimper issued from his mouth as her breath flowed across the head. Her tongue slipped out from between kiss-swollen lips and licked across them, just brushing the tip, pulling a groan from him. With a wicked smile, she engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth.

Chris shouted at the suddenness of her move and jerked within his bonds. He wanted to reach down and cradle her as she rolled her tongue around and began to suck. She pressed her hands into his hipbones, holding him down as she continued to pull, moving her mouth up and down. Taking him deep inside her until he hit the back of her throat and then easing back up, swirling her tongue along his shaft the entire way. When he moaned and babbled in response, she chuckled against him, the vibrations causing him to leak more than he already was.

She freed a hand, cupping his balls and rolling them gently as she began to suck harder. He yanked at the scarves and felt the material give a little under the pressure. He wanted to touch her but couldn’t; he growled as his movement was limited. Against his leg, he could feel the silk and wetness of her and he pressed himself into her enjoying the feeling of her humping lightly against him.

Hands moving down his body again drew him out of his head and he glanced down to see her contorting herself and wiggling out of her panties. Throwing them over her shoulder, she rose up and took him into her body.

Chris had never seen her look more beautiful. Like Aphrodite, she rose above him and enveloped him within her body, gentle hands guiding him. She rocked against him, causing his hips to move up towards her. Her thighs clutched his as she lowered herself, grinding against him and drawing a growl from his chest. Leaning down, she sucked on the mark that was already there. He bucked up, driving himself against her clit and forcing a cry from her. Pulling back, she moaned, “God, Chris, again.”

He grinned, nudging her head, and then realized the angle was wrong to kiss her. She licked the mark she had made and began to move her hips, raising and lowering them, undulating as Chris pushed into her. He made sure to brush against her clit as they moved, focusing for a moment on the music playing in the background. Picking up the thread, he began to sing softly with it. It wasn’t something he did often -- most of the time he couldn’t concentrate enough to do it -- but it was something that drove Royal nuts.

She shuddered, moaned, and sped up, clutching him with her internal muscles. His singing stuttered as she rotated her hips, drawing a new reaction from him. They were both close now; earlier had just taken the edge off, but he needed just a little bit more.

Royal knew the signs, knew Chris was reaching for that last little bit that would topple him and most likely take her with him. Straightening back up, she ran her hand down his chest, tweaking his nipple as her fingers slipped past. He moaned and kept up his motion, but she knew it wasn’t enough. Smiling wickedly at him, his blue eyes were open and watching her every move, she slipped two fingers inside herself; pressing him against her.

Chris shouted, jerking at his bonds, flailing until the knot on his right hand unraveled. His eyes gleamed when he realized he was free and before Royal realized what he was doing, he slipped a blunt finger in beside hers, twisting it slightly. “Cum for me, darlin’,” he growled.

Royal’s head tipped back as her whole body clenched. He tried to hold on for a moment to watch her, but that was what he needed. His eyes rolled back in his head as he emptied himself into her.

When he was aware again, she was sprawled across his chest, panting. “Hey, darlin’,” he whispered when her eyes blinked open.

She groaned. “Don’t call me that. I so do not have the energy to jump you again.”

He chuckled, shifting her so he could reach and kiss her. “I don’t have the energy either.” Jostling her a little, he requested, “Free me?”

She blinked and lifted her head. Moving one hand, she fumbled with the arm still tied and he finally twisted enough to help her. Once both hands were free, he wrapped his arms around her, murmuring as she shifted until they were both comfortable. “Thanks,” she whispered after a few minutes.

He tried not to groan. “Trust me. No thanks are necessary. In fact, feel free to tie me up again.” He ran a hand down her back, comforting them both. “Like tomorrow or the next day. Or ya know every day for the next week I’m home.”

She snorted. “Yeah, okay.” She wiggled against him. “It was hot.”
“Darlin’, that was scorching.” He kissed her gently. “Although I think we need to talk…like really need to talk about you wanting to tie me up. I don’t have a problem with it, but I don’t ever want you to be ashamed or embarrassed by something you want.” He rolled his head so he could see the clock on the nightstand. Kissing the top of her head, he said, “Sleep for a little bit. We’ve got about two hours before my sound check. I just want to hold you and sleep until then. Okay?”

“Mmm, yeah, okay,” she replied, already sleepy. “Talk later.”

“Talk later,” he assured her and watched her eyes drift closed. Yes, they were definitely talking later.