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imperial-martian · 6 years ago

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Need To Change {James Moriarty x Reader}

A/N: I’ve never done a song fic before, so this is a first, but I hope you all enjoy it.

Requested by Anonymous

Vampire! James x Human! Reader

Vampire! AU, Song Fic

Angst

(Strong Language [in sense of song lyrics], Murder)

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It's five thirty-three,

I'm awake and my bed is covered in sweat,

I can't sleep,

and there's blood on the sheets.

Yeah she likes it rough,

but I don't think she likes all the things that I love,

I need more,

then she wants to give.

He was a vampire. You were as normal as can be, a human. He had his urges, his need for blood. Every vampire does. However, Moriarty was different. He was a killer. The man killed for blood with no mercy. That was all he did. It was his enjoyment.

Then you came along. A human, someone that should not have affected him so dearly. Yet, with nights such as the one you both had last night. The rare nights were you allowed him to bite you, but not turn you. The nights were he kept the promise of never biting you're vain. You did want to die after all. In a world like the one you lived in, why stay alive longer than you need to?

Yet, the man you loved, James Moriarty, he hated the promise he made. He wanted you forever. He wanted you to be his. Not somebody that he'd just go off and kill. Not somebody he'd use. Somebody that was his. Somebody that loved him.

I know, yeah I know you want me to change,

but I'm fucked in the head,

I can't break,

I know, yeah I know you want me to change.

The night had ended like most others. You telling him to stop, and he didn't listen. You'd always be drained after nights like those, where he needed to feed, or he'd start a massacre. Surely, if you didn't leave him after that, then he'd have killed you without thinking, without hesitation.

He wasn't surprised when you had stood up, threw on your coat and covered your neck in a scarf before leaving yelling back to him a, "call me when you learn to stop, James."

It was going to be a cycle all over again. He'd call, you'd run back to him as if nothing happened. You were so naïve, and of course, you were. You were dating a murderer, you might have very well have been one yourself if you were what he was. If you would just give in and let him turn you. Turn you into a monster like him.

I stopped blaming me,

now I blame God for my ways that you see

I'm a slave,

to my self loathing brain

Never thought I'd see a girl like you in this place,

where men are like dogs, and the girls dread the chase,

I can tell,

You're just numbing the pain.

James learned at a young age to stop blaming himself. It was boring to him, something that constantly dragged him down. He found no fun in that. He'd always said, "it's much more fun to blame others for your doing. Then you don't get in trouble, unless, of course, you're trying to."

That never changed when you came along either, rather he had more of a reason to blame others. He had a reason to head home every night. It was no fun coming home with guilt eating down your shoulders when someone like you was waiting at home for him. Someone so special.

It really was a miracle that he came across you. It certainly wasn't supposed to end up where it did. Yet, it had and James was rather glad he hadn't killed you when he planned to, because only God could know how his life would end up if that happened. Would he find someone else? Would he continue killing without hesitation? How would it have all ended up?

I know, yeah I know you want me to change,

but I'm fucked in the head,

I can't break,

I know, yeah I know you want me to change,

but I'm stuck in my ways,

it's a shame

I know, yeah I know you want me to change.

You weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to take it. Take in the fact that Moriarty was a killer, the fact that he killed more and more day by day. You were a human, a naïve one at that. You had no idea why he did this. Why he found enjoyment in it. He just did.

In time, you’d eventually give in, or so Moriarty hoped. He so badly wanted you as his. To claim you, finally. Yet, you weren’t sure if you could be his. You weren’t sure if you could commit to him. Commit to a murderer, a psychopath.

He’d have to change his ways, or if he wasn’t going to do that, hide what he does, because not knowing what he was doing was better than feeling sick every time you saw it. He wasn’t going to change, not even for you.

I just needed a fix,

I guess my timing was right,

you had just joined the mix,

I was sold,

and I needed a taste.

Didn't have to put a lot of work into this girl,

she saw my contentions and gave me world,

I'm in love,

But I will fuck this up.

Even if he wouldn’t change for you, even if he had killed you that day, you were a blessing. So badly did he need you when you entered his life. He needed both you and the rare night you allowed him to feed off you. The oh so rare nights.

Strange was a way to describe your encounter. A woman in the woods at such a late hour in the evening. Yes, he had been hindering there specifically in hopes to find someone, or even something, to feed off of, and there you were in a tree gazing at the stars.

He’d stood, his back to the trunk of the tree near the one you sat in. His ankles and arms were crossed as he looked at you with narrowed eyes. Calculating ones. It wasn’t long until you spotted him looking at you from where he was.

I know, yeah I know you want me to change,

but I'm fucked in the head,

I can't break,

I know, yeah I know you want me to change,

but I'm fucked in the head,

I can't break,

I know, yeah I know you want me to change,

I know that I need to.

“What are you doing here sir?” you had asked, wrapping your hands around the branch and leaning forward a bit so you could look down at the man, getting a better look of him.

He wore a sharp suit, one that most certainly showed he was not only wealthy but that he was dangerous. No, not powerfully. Simply dangerous.

“I could ask you the same, darling,” he had replied, leaning his head up a bit, looking at the stars that you had just stared at earlier before he looked back at you. His eyes caught yours, not breaking the intense stare, he spoke after a moment. “And why are you out here at such a late hour? Isn’t that quite dangerous? You never know what could happen, especially in the woods.”

Why are you crying,

I'm not like your last man I don't give a damn

Why're you still trying,

run back to him now,

I'm sure he'll understand.

James Moriarty really hadn’t given a damn. Not a single one. It wasn’t long before he grew out of control. Before he lashed out on you after yelling back and forth. He’d given you only a split second to run after that, and you hadn’t taken it. You hadn’t even tried to run.

James always knew he’d kill the person he would love most in the world. He wasn’t surprised when he did it. He wasn’t surprised when he killed you.

Being with a monster like him, it was bound to have happened, it was almost unavoidable. So it was not a surprise to see that you hadn’t been shocked either. He should’ve changed, he should’ve done something to stop himself.

I know, yeah I know you want me to change,

but I'm fucked in the head,

I can't break,

I know, yeah I know you want me to change,

I know that I need to.

But, how could a vampire like him ever change?

Tags: @letysg0, @cherryfluff

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amoristt · 7 years ago

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Among the Inbetweens | Nathan x Reader

disclaimer: i know nathan is not a good person. i am not putting a blanket over his actions in this fic. i, the writer, understand he’s not an innocent character and has made many terrible choices. im just answering people’s requests, please dont put me under the fire for it.

thank you.

moody-patootie asked: I would please like to request a nathan x reader songfic with the song Findlay by Landon Tewers (angsty perhaps?). If it is possible and interests you of course. I think it fits rather well with nathan since he was so unloved. sure thing!! i love song requests so much :3 also thanks for recommending me this song, i love it and i now have a new artist to look into :D in this fic i really wanted to explore the ‘bad parts�� of being in a relationship with nathan prescott, namely his breakdowns. in my fics i mostly portray him in his better, more loving lights, so when you suggest angst i realized now would be a perfect time to show his sides that are harder to deal with. thanks for giving me the opportunity <3 hope you like it!

reblogs + tags and replies will make my entire day as i put a lot of effort into this :)!

story continues beneath the read more. let me know if you can’t access it!

Among the Inbetweens

Upon the very instant you walking into his room, unaware of what you were about to throw yourself into, you realized you really should have called Nathan before just barging in.

The tenacity in the air was almost palpable and it set off alarms that rang in your head like bells, warning you of the situation you were about to have to deal with. Nathan, sitting at his desk with his back faced to you, his shoulders squared and his head ducked down to his shoulders. He was angry.

“Nathan?”

He lifted his head, turned and he glared at you from the corners of his eyes. You felt your stomach drop.

Not mad. Pissed.

“What.” He deadpanned, his voice a rumbling hiss, and you debated just turning around and leaving right then and there.

You swallowed and shut his door behind you, shuffling into the room but staying close to the wall. “What’s wrong?”

The course, airy laugh he forced out made you cringe.

“Same shit every fucking day,” He laughed viciously. “Day in, day out.”

“What happened?”

In an impulsive, fury induced movement, he shoved all the papers off his desk and turned his swivel chair to face you. You jumped at the movement, taking note of his aggression only increasing. His features were stone cold, eyes narrowed and chilling. His phone was gripped almost devastatingly tight in his right hand. This was bad. Very bad.

“What happened?” He asked as though you were dumb. You frowned.

“Yes, what happened?”

He suddenly stood, sending his chair back and hitting his desk, shaking it and tipping over the small jar of pencils he had sitting on top of it. They spilled and rolled over the edge, clattering on the floor.

“What do you think happened?”

Try as you might to not take his words personally, you still knit your brows at his crudeness. He’s just mad, you told yourself. He’s so fucking mad but it’s not at you.

“I’m so fucking-” he gripped his hair and stumbling back. “Sick of it, everything- I don’t even fucking live with them and they still- Ugh!” He kicked some of the pencils that laid near his feet. “I hate it!”

Of course you knew the minute you saw his anger it likely had something to do with his family, but this wasn’t just his normal agressions. He was blind right now, not thinking clearly as he sent another pencil skittering over the floor. You remained silent, unsure of way to say, and you guessed maybe it was best you didn’t say anything at all. Right now was not the time to console him.

A storm was coming and you could see it in his eyes, his stature.

“They don’t care!” He snarled, and you realized he was more venting out his anger to himself rather than saying it directly to you. A pit formed in the center of your stomach as you realized what was to come any second now. He turned his back on you, body trembling with fiery rage. For just a second he looked down at the phone still in his hand, then he store his gaze away, and the next thing that happened you almost didn’t register.

The phone came less than a foot from your head, clashing against the wall with what sounded like a fatal crack. It happened so fast, you’d barely even seen him whip his arm to launch the device, and you flinched seconds after it smashed into pieces. The pieces gathered in a pile on the floor, the phone now absolutely destroyed and covered with it’s own screens shards. The wall sported an inch long hole.

Nathan did not come out of his rage even after you cried out sharply, jerking away from your spot and swearing you had felt some of the glass fling against your arms. If anything he seemed even more tense and furious than before, his bony hands balling and un-balling dangerously. He wanted to swing at something, break something, hurt something and even though he’d never once gone so far as you injure you this time you wondered if it would be a first. There wasn’t one clear thing in his mind right now, it probably all felt like a mush, or maybe static. He wasn’t even close to being in his right mind. Maybe tonight was his breaking point.

With him standing menacingly in the center of the room you made your way along the wall, finding his bed and soundlessly settling yourself on top of it. You tried to make yourself smaller upon it, your legs tucking themselves to your chest. Knowing him and his triggers, you did not look directly at him. Instead you watched from the corners of your eyes, head turned incase he looked up at you so you could quickly turn away and pretend to not see the hate in his eyes.

“Bullshit,” he seethed, and hissing ferocity made you shiver. “It’s all fucking bullshit.”

You wanted to talk to him. You wanted to tell him it was okay to be upset, to be hurt, to hate, but you couldn’t. Surely if you dared to speak up to him directly right now he’d yell at you, and then you’d end feeling hurt and that wouldn’t help anyone. Right now Nathan needed silence. He needed space and solitude. He could get none of these things.

So much was gathering up inside of him, like a pit of snakes or something far worse. They coiled and writhed inside of him, made their way up to his heart and choked the life out whatever was left of it, and he was left facing the consequence of having your entire chest busted and tied. Without an outlet all of it manifested at the very base of his throat, behind his eyes, in the palms of his shaking fists that would do anything for a face to target. You’d never seen him this way, with such a spark that made you feel like everything around you was suddenly so flammable, you included. You stared at him like you imaged a rabbit would stare at a fox: terrified and frozen with apprehensive tension. At any moment you felt like he’d lunge at you, but he didn’t, and it only made the trepidation grow within you until you almost imaged him making his move.

Only, it wasn’t your imagination.

He did make his move, but you were not the paper he lit on fire. Instead it was he himself, his fingers tracing their way down his face, nails biting into his pale skin and dragging along the way. A sharp painful cry left his lips but you felt as though the agony wasn’t from the physical wounds he was dealing onto himself. When he was done with his first path he did it again, harder this time, eyes squeezed shut and his mouth a tight grimace. Without even thinking you sprang into action and made a move for his hands, gripping tight to his skinny wrists and all too easily prying them from his marked up face. At the sudden contact he tried to yank away but you held fast, tugging him with you as you took a step back to try and keep himself from trying again.

“Stop!” You begged, heart leaping and your breath billowing in your throat. He was still trying to rip away from you, stumbling backwards and jerking back his elbows. When he looked up at you, you did not recognize even a single part of those eyes. He was more akin to a wild animal, frightened and frantic, than he was human. His eyes were dark and afraid, and at that moment they were afraid of you.

You felt like you were wrestling with him but you didn’t give in, holding fast and unwavering even as he started giving into it. His will was draining now, that fury that had once been eating him alive beginning to combust inside of him. The compressions of his heart and chest started to loosen and you hoped he felt like he could breathe again.

“Nathan,” try as you might to reach him, he still limply tried to pull away from you. His actions were half hearted and tired but still consistent, so you didn’t lighten your grip until the last of his anguished tugs were replaced with tortured breaths. You carefully led him to the bed where you had been sitting, and although he was sluggish and lagged behind your movements, he still followed you and did not fight when you urged him to sit down beside you.

Countless marks ran down his face, angry and red. The nails on his shaking hands were short but apparently dangerous, able to work as claws if he was enraged enough. Luckily they weren’t sharp or uneven enough to draw any blood but the marks were still very radiant, running down from his brows, over his eyelids, to his sharp cheekbones like a ugly streamers. His split lip still bled from how hard his teeth had sank into the flesh, and his tongue still darted out to subconsciously try and soothe the stinging.

At least he was letting you touch him. Even if his state of breaking, all his walls starting to crumble down and crush him, he was allowing you the grace of sitting next to him and silently offering whatever support you could. There was so many words swimming in your head, so much you wanted to say that you could almost physically feel it bubbling up in your chest, threatening to burst at any moment.

Nathan, leaning forward with his face in his hands, was both silent and deafening. No longer did his shoulders tense up, fists ready to crack on any surface they could find. He was quiet and still, but there was also a part of him that roared like thunder. His cries.

They were soft, barely noticeable unless you were to see his state, but to you they were all you could hear. Loud, unforgiving, piercing. Your chest ached with every angry sob, every harsh intake of his uneven breaths. Before you had been afraid he was too far gone during his act of rage but it always came back down to this, both soundless yet thunderous. He was the calm of his own storm, and he was a rain that licked away it’s wounds afterwards. He was both the ferocious river, dragging everything along with it, and the gentle trickle that followed close behind.

Your hand met the expensive fabric of his jacket and he didn’t respond, so you let it wander past his shoulder to his upper back. Up, down, gently rubbing over his clothed skin. Not only was the repetitive movements hopefully helping him, but they were also helping you. You timed your breathing to the movements, your thudding heart starting to come down from your previous fears. You should have known it would come down to this. Nathan could be the scariest person you’d ever met, but even he got tired eventually. The only thing that presented a problem afterwards was everything bounding in your head, from the things he’d blindly said to you to the things he’d blindly thrown at you. His phone still laid demolished on the floor a few feet away, that new crack in the wall taunting you.

“Nathan,” you whispered, and he didn’t answer. “Nathan?”

He still didn’t answer. His muffled sobs continued on, adding weight after weight to your chest and making your own eyes sting. You gently scratched against the top of his jacket before rubbing in small circles.

“Can you hear me?”

Thankfully Nathan did seem to be able to hear you. He nodded and then sniffed, then let his hands fall limply to his lap. The sight of his face, still littered with claw marks but now glistening with tears, made you have to look away for a minute.

Now that you had his attention your mouth ran dry, unsure of what to say next. You’d wanted his attention to make sure he was lucid in some ways, but now that he was waiting for you to say something you had no idea what you could possibly tell him to make this situation any more bearable. Actually, you didn’t even know the situation, how could you possibly help him?

Still though, his eyes reached yours, longing and expectant. He wanted you to say something, anything. As always it made you wonder how someone as mountainous as Nathan could appear so small at times, like a small child asking you for help; needy, afraid. The worst possible thing you could do right now was not say anything, so you wracked your brain for literally anything to say.

“Are you okay?” You’d blurted, and the second those words left your mouth you wanted to smack it. ‘Are you okay?’ The question was so painfully obvious, so ludicrous and dense, but he went on to answer it anyways, looking down at his lap.

“No.”

His voice was much… Softer than you’d anticipated. Then it struck you that no, his voice did not sound soft, it sounded broken. Soft was kind and gentle, warm to the ears and touch, but his was none of those things. His answer was blunt and simple, cold, and raw with scratches on his throat. The walls that which buried him had yet to disappear, so instead of fighting them he gave in. Nathan was tired, exhausted from his previous outburst that he’d likely be replaying in his head for the rest of the week. Every little thing would set him off in the worst ways.

Your hand found it’s way to his lower back, but this time he tensed beneath your palm, so you slid it right back up to the spot he’d been compliant with. “Is there anything I can do?” Once again your words felt dumb. After what you’d seen simple minded questions were likely the last thing you should be asking him about. But, you didn’t want to ask him what had happened. Of course you were curious but you didn’t want to trigger him into another melt down, especially not when he was already so jaded and worn out.

For a moment he looked at you, turning his head just enough to get his peak before once again covering his face and shaking his head. “No.” He mumbled, and you frowned in defeat. There wasn’t anything you could truly do for him other than stay at his side, offer some sort of grounding and peace for him to come back to when he’s released with his post-meltdown exhaustion.

“You should go.”

At first words didn’t register with you. You blinked at him a few times, processing, understanding, until you finally realized what he had said. “What?” you asked softly, leaning forward and trying to get a look into his eyes past his shielding hands. Never once had he asked you to leave him during a time like this. Usually it was the opposite, him calling for your aid during even his worst times of needs, but this time he didn’t want you to be there with him.

Once again he let his hands fall to his knees, his fingers toying with the fabric of his jeans. “You should go.” He repeated himself and didn’t meet your gaze, staring straight down. Your throat felt like it had been punched.

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He answered.

You hated the way it made you feel. It made you feel an entire combination of things, but the most prevalent were useless and… Hurt. He didn’t want you to be around him, and though part of you understood it was because he was likely tired and wanted isolation, you still couldn’t help but take that blow to your ego.

Still, you nodded aimlessly, and swallowed down the rock forming at the center of your throat.

“Okay.” Your voice wavered and you knew he heard it with how he squeezed his eyes shut, almost in pain at hearing the sound.

As you got up, feeling like an animal with it’s tail in between it’s legs, you gazed down at him and took in the sight. Him just sitting there in silence, his entire body still slumped but not of relaxation, his face stinging with self inflicted scratches and his eyes still full of humiliating tears. There wasn’t a single thing you could do for him, and you finally understood what years of this had been doing to Nathan. In this moment you could see everything on him: the years of abuse, the pressure, the way he felt so unloved. The childhood trauma. Though you knew he beared these scars and marks you’d never seen them until this point, and it left you breathless. You so desperately wanted to stay, but you knew he wouldn’t let you even if you begged.

Nathan seemed to have read your mind. “I’ll call you.” was all he offered, a subtle way of telling you it was time to leave. You nodded again and thanked him softly, though you didn’t know exactly what you were thanking him for. Turning your back and leaving him felt entire levels of wrong but you did so anyways, and as you opened his dorm door you caught sight of that damn phone again and for some reason that was the one thing that finally let your tears take shape and leave a burning trail down your cheek. You shut the door softly behind you as you left and leaned against it on the other side, holding your sobs in with the palm of your hand.

The entire way home those tears still rolled down your face, from the moment you stepped out of the dorm room to the instant you stepped back into your own. They felt like scratch marks of their own and thankfully you didn’t run into anyone. All you wanted to do, you found, was lay down and sleep. You were tired too, and welcomed your mattress with a loud thud. Silence took it’s place and hung uneasily heavy over your room, cloaked your mind and body with fog.

You didn’t want to move from your place. You didn’t even want to roll over, not having the energy to even breathe evenly it seemed. With a whole lot of urging you managed to force yourself onto your back, staring up at your ceiling through blurry eyes. Things like this had happened so many times before, you’d think you’d have gotten used to it, but this time it felt… Different. You felt so unnaturally lonely.

Roughly you wiped at your eyes and sniffed, laying there on top of your blankets and pillows, wondering about Nathan as usual. After you’d left, what did he do? Did he cry, have another fit, break more things in his room? Or, worst of all, did he do nothing?

You felt selfish to be hurt at the idea of him doing nothing when you left, but you couldn’t help it. Something about the way he sounded, the way he looked at you, felt entirely new and you didn’t like it. His expression didn’t have any substance, his eyes almost entirely empty towards you. Perhaps tonight was his breaking point, but not nearly in the way that you had imagined it would be.

Sitting at your side your phone sat like a brick, unalerting and silent. ‘I’ll call you’, he’d said, but there wasn’t a thing in his voice that led you to believe he actually would.

The entire night felt strange and alien. It felt wrong, like it shouldn’t have happened, or should have happened a different way. You wondered what it was you could have done to change things even though it meant nothing now that it had all happened. You couldn’t go back in time, you couldn’t change the course of your actions, what little ones you had done.

Your ceiling, white and simple, served as a holder for your eyes to unfocus on. Though tired, anxious, and hurt, you just sat there in silence and waited to hear that obvious and obtrusive ringtone of yours. You waited until you finally fell asleep, eyes heavy with tears and uncertainty.

Your phone still sat beside you the entire night.

There was nothing.

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succumbtothenightmare · 2 months ago

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Corrupt: Part 1 / 2

Pairings: Landon Tewers x OFC! Dove

Warnings: 18+ CW(Some moments of Mean! Landon, Innocent OFC, angst, language, drinking, smoking, drug use, smut that includes fingering, oral with male and female receiving, hand job, slight voyeurism, public sex, rough sex, dom! Landon with a sub! Ofc, bondage, unprotected p in v, and use of sex toys.)

Summary: Landon only had one mission in mind when his eyes landed on the new photographer for The Plot in You. Corrupt her innocence.

Authors Note: Ok, I know the summary sucks but I promise it's going to be good. This is part one and part two will be posted sometime next week! If you want to be tagged, let me know! There is also quite a big easter egg in this so I'm curious to see if anyone finds it!

THIS IS ALL FICTION. NONE OF THIS IS REAL OR TRUE.

DOVE

The inside of the venue was filled to the brim as I maneuvered my way through the crowd who wouldn’t give way, them thinking I was trying to cut my way to the barricade. Sweat gathered at the base of my neck underneath my long strands of hair as I muttered a meek excuse me as I finally pushed myself through an opening of the crowd, hazel eye scanning for a bright blob of teal hair that had a camera strapped around her neck.

“Where are you?” I grumbled under my breath, adjusting the strap of my bag.

As I continued to scan around the packed venue looking for my cousin or his girlfriend, I felt the heat stick to my skin and I was thankful I opted in wearing an olive green sundress, the Los Angeles sun burning me as I made the short walk to the venue from my apartment.

A blur of teal on the stage caught my eye and I immediately called out to it.

“FAYE!”

A head snapped up from her camera over to me, a wide smile breaking out on her face. “Dove, hey!”

Faye jumped down from the stage, whispering something to the security guard that stood on the other side of the barricade. His brows furrowed as he eyes bounced from me to Faye before eventually nodding. With a wave to me, I hesitantly followed his orders to walk around the other side of the barricade to where they stood.

“Won’t you get in trouble?” I asked her after we parted from our hug.

I ignored the handful of stares on my back from the others in the crowd that clearly were upset I’d managed to get on the other side of the barricade.

“You’re fine! Matt worked it out with the security,” Faye motioned for me to follow her to the back area of the venue.

“Where is my cousin, anyway?” I rubbed at my elbow as the noise of the crowd who patiently waited for the show to start faded away.

“He’s somewhere around here. I helped him set up for The Ghost Inside but I haven’t seen him since,” Faye said as we walked down the hall towards the green room.

Earlier today, I’d gotten a text from my cousin asking if I wanted a job for the night. Matt knew how desperate I was for work since moving to L.A last month so when a job opportunity arose, he immediately thought of me.

“So who’s this band he has me working for tonight?” I asked once we were inside the quiet room.

Faye set her camera down on one of the tables before sitting on top of it, legs swinging in the air. “The Plot in You. They’re the second opening band so you have a bit. Their full time photographer quit last night so they’ve scrambling. I was going to do it tonight until Matt mentioned you.”

“Remind me to thank him when I see him,” I smiled.

Faye shook her phone. “Matt’s on his way. He was in catering with Landon.”

I furrowed my brows. “Who?”

“Oh, right! Landon is the vocalist for The Plot in You. He’s the one Matt referred you to.”

As I worked through setting up my own camera, I let out a deep sigh. “This isn’t another attempt to set me up with someone, is it?”

“No,” she rolled her eyes playfully before becoming serious. “Matt and I know how your last relationship kind of fucked you up mentally so we’re not pushing some guy on you unless one of the guys catches your eye tonight. Then count me as your wing woman.”

When Matt introduced me to Faye months ago while he was back in Texas visiting, we immediately clicked. Due to my last relationship, I didn’t have many female friends so to have Faye, it was comforting. I had someone I could rely on when I needed advice.

Growing up, I was an only child, born to two parents who really didn’t give a shit. They both worked all the time, meaning I spent most days and nights by myself doing homework or extra studying because I saw the life my parents had growing up and I refused to be like them. They were distant, meaning I had to learn about life on my own. I bought myself pads when I first got my period at age twelve with the money I stole from my dads wallet. I had my first kiss at 16 with a guy I thought was interested in me only to find out he was dared to do it and the whole school made fun of me because of it. So I decided to keep to myself the rest of highschool, never once giving another guy attention all the while hearing the rumors on how I was a prude. Those rumors affected me well after highschool where at the age of 25 and still a virgin, I found the first guy that gave me an ounce of attention and gave everything to him.

I tried not to let the thoughts of my one and only relationship cloud my mind which was easier said than done. It was a relationship that lasted less than two months and the sex life was almost non-existent.

Because you had sex twice and both times you hadn't orgasmed. He also dumped your ass because you weren’t experienced enough and were too much of a prude.

Internally I rolled my eyes at the voice, trying even harder not to let the negative voices win. Sex wasn’t something I was experienced in, unless I was reading about it. But to actually try some of the things I read about always brought a blush to my cheeks. I wasn’t confident enough in myself or my body to play those scenes out in real life and if that made me prude, so be it.

The only sexual thing I had experience with was missionary sex and that was it. Well, besides my own hand. I refused to try toys because the mere thought made me blush. However, as I found who I was after moving here and starting over in life, I couldn’t stop the urge to finally break out of this shell.

Sighing, I glanced over to Faye with my camera ready to go in my hand. “I appreciate you looking out for me but I do not need a relationship right now. Uprooting my life these last few months have been extremely taxing. Now, I’m trying to focus on my career.”

“Which is why Matt suggested to Landon to have you work for them tonight. I can’t guarantee that it will get you a job but it might get your foot in the right direction.”

Photography ran in my blood for the last few years. I found the hobby one day when I bought a camera from a resale shop and fell in love with it. While Faye had a contract with bands, I had none. I was desperate to find someone to hire me full time so I didn’t have to continue on with random newborn babies or graduation photo shoots.

The door to the room opened, Faye’s boyfriend Matt walked in with a look of love on his face as his gaze immediately fell on her.

“Hey you,” he smiled.

She jumped off the table and into his arms to leave a kiss on his lips. “Everything set up?”

Matt nodded before looking over at me from underneath his hat. “Dove! When did you get here?”

He let go of Faye, only to bring me into his arms for a long overdue hug; even though I’d seen him two weeks ago when he brought over some food for my sparse fridge. He’d always been like a brother to me, helping me out anyway he could. Matt had felt guilty for leaving me behind in Texas when he moved to L.A so now, he wanted to help out anyway he could.

“A bit ago. Faye found me because someone was too busy,” I teased.

Matt playfully pushed me. “Busy making sure you were set up for success tonight. Landon wants to meet you before the show. That okay?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “Figured it would be easier for me to meet the whole band, get to know how they work so it runs smoothly tonight.”

The three of us chatted for a few minutes before I motioned to my camera. “Any idea where I can find Landon?”

“Last I saw he was in catering. Should still be there. It’s down the hall to the right,” Matt said while wrapping Faye into his arms again.

Bidding them a goodbye, I left them alone as Matt mentioned something about giving Faye a gift tonight, and walked down the long hallway. The nerves were heavy in my stomach, weighing me down, as I gave myself an internal pep talk. This would be the first time I worked with a band so I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t get in their way.

“Oh, shoot. Sorry!” I spewed out an apology when I felt myself crash into a broad chest.

Arms quickly wrapped around me to keep me upright from falling to the ground and my camera was pressed against my chest. My eyes lingered up the broad chest clothed by a white shirt, up to thick neck muscles, and over a gorgeous face littered with faint freckles and a mustache adorning his upper lip. But it was those dark amber eyes staring down at me that had me sucking in a breath.

“Are you alright?”

I blinked at the richness of his voice, still not being able to take my gaze away from his eyes.

“Ye-yeah. I wasn’t watching where I was going. Sorry.” I rambled my second apology as my body shook with nerves.

This guy was attractive as hell and if he kept staring at me like that, I was afraid of how stupid I would look in front of him; again.

He smiled, arms still wrapped around me. “It’s alright. I’m just glad I didn’t knock you on your ass.”

This had been the most physical contact I had with a man in so long, I was beginning to feel the sweat gather all over my skin and I was afraid he’d noticed. Swallowing thickly, I forced myself to step out of his grasp, not being able to ignore the way my body felt empty without it.

“It’s okay,” my voice cracked so I cleared my throat. “Um, can you point me in the direction of catering?”

The man motioned over his shoulder. “Round the corner to the right.”

Forcing a smile, I nodded my thanks before trying to scurry past him but when my shoulder brushed against his, a shock vibrated through me causing me to glance up at him. We were close again, his scent filling my senses and nearly making me dizzy. I’d never felt this way before by just looking at a man. Granted I never really looked at one like this before. Nor had one this attractive looked at me the way he had.

Like he wanted to devour me.

His eyes lingered to the lanyard around my neck, it stopping between my breasts. It was the backstage one Faye had given me to wear so I wouldn’t be stopped by security. It was flipped backwards so it wasn’t showing my name that had been plastered on the front.

“It’s Dove,” I squeaked out when I noticed he was reaching for the badge to flip it around. “My name is Dove.”

He blinked for a long moment, something unreadable on his face, as he dropped his hand to his side.

The air around us was thick with some unknown tension so when he continued to be silent, I took that as the sign that he didn’t want to talk anymore. With my head low, dark strands of hair covering my face, I brushed past him to make my way into catering hoping this meeting with Landon would take my mind off the encounter with the man in the hallway.

LANDON

With a wicked smile, I watched Dove scurry back down the long hallway of the venue. I couldn’t help but feel a surge of an unknown emotion run through me when I noticed how meek and shy she was. There was a darkness looming in her soul that tried to break free through the innocent facade she bore. I could see it in the hazel depths of her eyes as they lingered on my lips. There was something inside of her that begged to be let out.

When she told me her name, I felt my heart stutter in my chest. She was the one who was shooting our set tonight. When Matt asked if his cousin could be our photographer for the night, I hadn’t expected her to look so ethereal. So beautiful.

So breakable.

“Don’t even think about it, Landon.”

Snapping my gaze away from the disappearing form of Dove and onto Matt Dierkes, who was helping out The Ghost Inside tonight with their front of house. The Plot in You was opening for them tonight as well.

The whole reason why Dove was here tonight. Because her cousin put in a good word for her. One I had to trust.

“I wasn’t thinking anything,” I defended while stuffing my hands in my pockets.

Matt narrowed his gaze at me from underneath his hat. “Dove doesn’t need whatever you’re thinking. She’s gone through a lot and too innocent for your fucked up mind.

Rolling my eyes, I gave him a playful shove knowing while he was serious, there was also a joking tone to his voice. I couldn’t blame him though.

“I promise it’s all innocent. I was just looking.”

Liar. You want her on her knees while she’s gazing up at you with those pretty doe eyes.

“Good,” Matt patted my shoulder before he walked down the hallway to which he met his girlfriend, who was here tonight to take photos of The Ghost Inside’s set. Her teal hair blew over her shoulder as Matt dragged her back into the room she just stepped out of.

Not bothering to heed Matt’s warning, I turned on my heels and made my way back towards catering where my eyes landed on the back of Dove’s form as she conversed with Ethan. Her olive green sundress stopped right at the swell of her perfect ass and more than anything, I wanted to sink my teeth into it.

Soon. Can’t rush this.

I’d been single for awhile now, deciding not to jump into a relationship or even a fling for the time being. I wanted to focus on Plot and my solo work. But one look into those hazel eyes, I found something new to spend my time with. The thought of breaking her for my own enjoyment brought a thrill to my bones.

You’re so fucked up.

“Oh, there’s Landon.”

Ethan said, causing Dove to look over her shoulder to me, her eyes widening when she realized she’d already met me.

I did my best to keep the shit eating grin to a minimum. “Nice to see you again, Dove.”

“You two met?” Ethan questioned.

She didn’t speak even though her lips were parted slightly and the sight made my cock ache in my jeans. A flash image of those perfect lips around me popped in my mind causing me to bite back a moan.

“In the hallway where I nearly knocked her on her ass,” I chuckled while stuffing my hands in my pockets.

“Well, we were just talking about tonight. I was giving her the rundown on how we do things on stage,” Ethan said.

��Any questions?” I asked her.

More preferably the sexual kind.

Dove finally blinked when she realized I was talking to her and she shifted on her feet. “No, I think I got it. Ethan explained it pretty clearly.”

I gave her a small nod, trying hard not to let my eyes linger on the way that dress gripped her breasts perfectly.

“I told Ethan I’ll be hanging out with my cousin until you guys need me. Is that alright?”

Just then, a thought came to mind and I ran a hand over my face to hide the smirk.

“Actually, do you mind hanging out in our green room? It would be good for us to hang out.”

It was so quick that I nearly missed Dove’s eyes flashing down the long form of my body, dragging her gaze just underneath my belt.

“If you’re comfortable with that,” I added, wanting to make sure she knew that I meant no harm.

Yet.

Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she flicked her gaze up to mine now. I could see her weigh my words around in her mind before she eventually nodded with a sigh.

“Sure.”

Now the fun begins.

DOVE

Don’t stare. Whatever you do, do not stare at Landon’s dick.

With the thought of his dick, I gave him a sideways glance to the middle spot of his lap that looked so inviting. Within hands reach. I’d been extremely worked up sexually since I ran into him earlier, all because I decided to read one of my favorite smut books before coming here tonight; one where the female MC was on her knees for the male MC, begging to taste his cock.

I shifted in my seat on the couch next to Landon, something he quickly picked up on but continued to keep his conversation with his other bandmate, Josh. Even though I’d only experience sex with one person, I still knew what I found attractive. I often found myself imagining faces when I touched myself in my bed or shower. I knew what to do to my own body but others? Not a fucking clue.

For the last hour, they'd been talking with me giving them small snippets of my life. I didn’t feel comfortable divulging all parts of my life due to how fucked up it was, but the more we spoke, the less nervous I felt. Even though this was a one night thing, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if I were on the road with them working as their full time photographer. The way they all bickered and teased each other told me that this was a family.

The only family I had was Matt and Faye. They both had been trying to get me to meet the rest of their friends since they all were close but due to my own anxieties, I held off on it. I kept brushing it off as I was still struggling with the move but deep down, I didn’t want to feel like I was imposing on a family that didn’t care for my presence.

When I told Matt that, he nearly pushed me off my couch because he knew that his friends would never think that of me.

“Dove?”

Snapping away from the chipped nail polish on my fingers, I gave a small smile to their drummer, Michael.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?”

He chuckled. “I was just wondering where your name came from.”

My shoulders fell, knowing eventually this conversation would come up. It wasn’t often that someone had the name I did.

“My parents were eccentric. They thought it was out of the box. Different,” I said while running my hands up and down my knees.

Something I did when I was nervous.

Landon must have noticed because he spread his legs out even farther so he could brush his knee up against mine. A rush of warmth spread throughout my body causing my cheeks to flush crimson as I did my best not to trail my gaze over his cock again.

This night needed to end so I could go home and take a long, cold, shower.

Suddenly my phone buzzed on the cushion next to me and I noticed Matt had texted me.

Matt: Everything okay?

I smiled while typing out my reply.

Me: I’m fine, no need to worry! Everyone has been super nice and welcoming. I appreciate you looking out for me.

Matt: You’re like my sister, Dove. I’ve protected you since you were five. I’m not going to stop now especially since you finally live near Faye and I.

I narrowed my eyes at my phone, knowing that deep within his kind words, there was something underlying there.

Me: What do you want?

Matt: My friend Y/N is having a birthday party tomorrow. Faye really wants you to come with us. Everyone wants to meet you.

I pursed my lips while holding my breath, the anxiety of meeting another large group of people made my stomach sour.

Me: Can I think about it?

Matt: Of course. We don’t want you to feel pressured.

Before I could reply, I felt a weird shift in the air causing me to look up and take notice of the now empty room. Somehow while I was texting Matt, I hadn’t noticed that almost everyone left the green room, leaving me alone with one single person.

Landon.

“They went to get ready for our set,” he explained while extending his arms against the back of the couch behind me.

The rough pads of his fingers ghosted over my bare shoulder, making me turn inward towards him.

“Should I leave too? For you to get ready?” I asked.

“You’re fine. You can stay,” Landon gave me a reassuring smile.

He radiated body heat, it wrapping around me and causing a slick sweat to gather at the back of my neck. I tried to keep my hair down all night but with the way Landon had been watching me with sheer intensity, I quickly gathered my hair to throw it up into a ponytail. That simple action made him swallow thickly while shifting in his seat.

“What?” I asked. “Did I do something?”

With the way he was smirking, I could tell he was far from uncomfortable.

“You threw your hair up in a ponytail after looking at my dick,” he said with a blunt tone.

I blinked at Landon with my mouth agape, not expecting him to say that. I’d never been around someone who spoke so straightforward like that so I expected myself to be disgusted. Instead, I found myself aroused because I definitely had been staring at his dick ever since he sat down next to me.

“I wasn’t,” I shook my head. “Wait, what does me throwing my hair up in a ponytail have anything to do with your-.”

I couldn’t say the word out loud. Thinking the word wasn’t an issue but actually spitting out the word gave me pause.

Landon’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, a movement I tracked with careful precision.

“Dick,” he said the word slowly at first, hoping I’d repeat it.

Instead I looked down at my lap to avoid eye contact with him which made him drag his fingers along the exposed skin of the back of my neck.

“Do you really not know what it means when a woman throws up her hair after staring at a guy’s dick?” He wondered with a slight chuckle.

I swallowed thickly, shivering under his touch and kept my voice quiet as I spoke. “There’s a lot I don’t know.”

There was this untenable pull from Landon from the moment I bumped into him in the hallway. Something about the darkness in his eyes told me that he’d show me the dark parts of myself that were fighting to break through. The part of me that came alive while reading those dark romance books.

“Do you want to know what it means?” Landon questioned.

Slowly lifting my gaze from my lap to meet his burning one, I gave him a slight nod after thinking it over. It was just an answer to a question I had, surely it wouldn’t hurt knowing.

Landon sat closer to me, gathering the ends of my hair between his fingers. “Typically, when someone throws up their hair in a ponytail, it means they’re getting ready to suck someone's dick.”

I let out a shocked breath while glancing down at his lap, directly where his dick was. My hand was so close to his thigh as it was perched in my own lap and I nearly reached for him.

“That’s-uh-,” my words fell away again when I felt his fingers graze down the side of my neck, over my collar bone.

When I swallowed, Landon tracked the movement with his thumb.

“Are you saying you’ve never done that when you suck a guy's dick?” There was an oddly comforting and playful tone to his question.

If it were anyone else being so upfront and vulgar I would have smacked them however the voice in my mind told me to continue on with him.

“I’ve never actually done that before,” I motioned with my eyes towards his lap.

Landon choked on a laugh as his hand dropped away from me only for his face to go stone when he realized I wasn't joking.

“You’ve never given head before?”

I shook my head, feeling even smaller than I was. Embarrassment filled me as he continued to stare at me with a bewildered look. Any chance I had to possibly have something with Landon went down the drain.

Why do you think he’d even go for someone like you? Have you seen him?

Ignoring not only the stabbing in my heart but the voice in my head that often chastised me, I gave a somber shrug.

“I’ve already embarrassed myself enough tonight. I think I’m going to find Faye,” I said while rising to my feet only to yanked back down onto the couch in my previous spot.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” Landon asked with a tender tone.

Immediately I shook my head. “No! You’re fine. It's just-I’m not used to talking about sex. I’ve been called a prude basically my entire life so to hear you be so open talking about it makes me feel embarrassed that I don't understand the reason why someone putting their hair up was a sexual act. Now I’m rambling and making more of an idiot myself and I wish someone would just shut me up.”

“Do you want to?”

My eyes snapped over to him after I pinched them shut. “Wh-what?”

Landon eased back into the couch, showing more of his lap at me; an open invitation. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

The way he asked the question made my cheeks inflame with heat and I squeezed my thighs together when that heat spread straight to my core. With a quick flick down towards his lap, I could see the faintest outline of his cock against his jeans and didn’t stop myself from licking my lips.

“I want to do something else,” I rushed out.

A low hum vibrated from the back of his throat. “What’s that?”

I didn’t speak, simply kept my eyes on him, hoping he caught on so I didn’t have to say it outloud.

“Dove, you have to use your words,” Landon spoke while brushing his own hand over his cock causing both of us to share a moan. “Oh, is that what you want? You want to touch my cock?”

I nodded feverishly, not knowing where this part of me came from. I’d never been this up front with anyone so I was surprised at myself.

“Then take it,” he demanded while palming himself.

I didn’t.

I began shrinking into myself, becoming the form of me I was familiar with. The one that was called prude her entire life.

“Dove,” Landon moaned my name while bucking his hips into his own hand. “Take it.”

I felt frozen in front of him, unable to push through the wall that suddenly built itself inside of my mind. All the teasing I’d gone through all throughout high school and the mental abuse from my ex were pestering inside of me, telling me I would do something wrong with Landon and he would simply laugh in my face for how inexperienced I was.

The loud voices seized when Landon grabbed my hand and forced it on his cock, replacing his own hand. A gasp fell from my lips when I finally could feel what I couldn’t stop staring at it all night.

“Oh god, it’s so-.” Like before, I couldn't finish my sentence, truly taken aback by the size I felt beneath my palm.

My hand remained frozen, unsure what to do with it, so Landon began guiding it. Up and down.

“Just like that, Dove. Press your palm against it,” he was breathless.

Following his guidance, I began pressing my palm harder against his cock and he let his head fall back to the arm of the couch, his hat falling to the ground. It was then that I noticed his hair was buzzed close to the skin. He also had a small dagger tattoo behind his ear. I drank in the sight of all the tattoos that covered almost every inch of skin from the tips of his fingers all the way up to his shoulders.

“Fuck,” Landon hissed when I pressed to hard against his cock and I wretched my hand back.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

His head lifted from the couch and the haze look in his eyes made me whimper.

“No, Dove. Quite the opposite,” Landon reached for my hand again but I hesitated.

“Maybe we should stop this. I don’t know what I’m doing and I’m sure you can find someone with more experience,” I rambled on.

Once again he grabbed my hand and brought it back to his cock, my actions picking up almost instantly with his next words.

“I just want you.”

Those four words fueled the confidence in me as I began playing with his cock over his jeans again. Rubbing it as best as I could even though I wanted to slip my hand in his pants.

“You’re doing so good, Dove,” Landon praised.

I whimpered again at the praise as I found myself kneeling between his legs so I could get a better angle with my hand. I dragged my finger down the length of it as his cock pressed hard against the zipper and when I could vaguely feel the head of it, I tested the waters by rubbing it between my thumb and finger.

His hips bucked up into my hand causing him to curse before gently removing my hand and bringing it to his chest, halting my movements. I couldn’t stop the tears that began to well in my eyes for being stopped yet again.

“No tears on that pretty face. The first time I cum, I want it to be down your throat,” Landon explained while sitting up with a groan, adjusting himself in his jeans.

My heart rake picked up as my hand continued to be pressed against the broadness of his chest.

“I told you. I’ve never done that before,” I reminded him.

With one thumb brushing against the back of my hand, the other dragged over my bottom lip causing me to suck in a breath.

“It’s alright, Dove. I’ll work you up to it.”

LANDON

Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I walked through the eerily quiet back halls of the venue out toward the back exit, the cool night air chilling my heated skin. The show had ended an hour ago and after finally showering in the green room then gathering my things, I headed to the bus before we moved on to the next city.

A small smile played on my lips when I thought back to our set and how Dove seemed to fit in so well with all of us on stage. For never working with bands, she seemed to know the exact places to stand to get the best shot. She never got in our way and when there was a moment she slinked up close to me to get a shot as I screamed out the lyrics to Forgotten, I caught sight of the top of her dress to those perfect tits and immediately thought of what happened between us in the green room.

Even now, all I could think about is the way her hand felt palming my dick and it made me hard again; after taking care of it in the shower minutes ago. I know Dove was only here for one night but after playing with her for a bit, I realized I wanted more time with her.

She was currently on the bus hanging with the rest of the guys. Our plan was to drop her off at her apartment on our way out to the next city because Ethan wasn’t comfortable letting her walk home in the dark. Dove tried to say she would make due, ask Faye and Matt for a ride. That was until she caught them making out in his truck so Dove immediately turned on her heels and came rushing into the green room with a red face where she asked for that previously offered ride. I couldn’t help but smirk at her when I could basically smell her arousal on her from earlier. I knew her touching me made her slick between her legs and that’s the only thing I could think about while I was on stage.

With a plan in mind, I took the stairs up the tour bus towards the rowdy voices of my band mates.

“About time!” Josh called once he caught sight of me underneath the hood of my sweater. “What the fuck took you so long?”

Grumbling at him while flipping the bird, my gaze immediately locked on Dove who sat at the table in the small kitchen area of the bus. She was watching the guys act like idiots with a tiny smile. After tossing my bag on my bunk, I fell into the seat next to her, those hazel doe eyes looking up at me. Her camera was sitting on the table in front of her so I motioned towards it.

“Get any good shots?”

“Uh,” she reluctantly tore her gaze away from me and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah. I’ll spend tomorrow editing them cause I know you’ll probably want to post them on your social media as soon as possible.”

“Take your time, Dove,” I reached a hand underneath the table towards her knee, giving it a squeeze.

Oh so quietly, I heard her take a deep intake of breath when my fingers grazed over the inside of her thigh.

“Landon,” she rushed out.

Fuck, the way she said my name made my cock swell in my sweats.

“What is it?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

I dragged my hand up farther towards the hem of her dress where I knew her soaked panties awaited me. Her gaze lifted from her camera over to the group of guys that suddenly dissipated. They all wandered back to their designated areas of the bus, leaving Dove and I alone.

Again.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked when she remained silent, stopping my fingers right at the indeed of her thigh, near her pussy.

I could see her weigh the battle in her mind yet again. Wondering if she should do this. It was evident in our first meeting earlier tonight that she was innocent in a lot of aspects of her life, especially sexually. It might have been selfish of me, but I wanted to be the only one who gave her these experiences.

With my free hand, I cupped her chin so I could force her to look me in the eyes. As sick as I was in the head for getting a thrill from the prospect of corrupting her, I wanted to make sure she was completely okay with all of this. I didn’t want to push her into doing something she didn’t want.

Instead of answering, she spread her legs wider when I squeezed her thigh and I chuckled while breathing in her scent.

Tangerines.

“Your body knows what you want, Dove,” I brushed a finger over the center of her pussy, still clothed by those wet panties.

God, she was soaked.

“But I need to hear you say it.”

She bit her bottom lip. “Will it hurt?”

“No,” I shook her head. “I’ll go slow at first. I don’t want to push you too far.”

Not yet.

Still in my grasp around her face, Dove finally nodded with a quiet please falling from her lips. My cock swelled again in my sweats as my heart lurched in my throat knowing that she was closer to accepting my request without even realizing it.

“Spread your legs wider for me. Atta girl, just like that,” I praised when she did what she was told.

Forcing her panties to the side, I gathered all of her wetness and brought it to her clit to draw circles. Her moan was loud so I forced a knuckle between her lips to keep her quiet.

“Gotta be quiet, Dove. I can’t have anyone hear how pretty you sound,” my voice rumbled in my chest as I slipped my finger down her folds again and pressed a finger inside of her.

I stifled a groan when her walls tighten around my finger almost immediately.

“So fucking tight.”

I slowly fucked her with my finger, dragging it in and out, until her teeth dug deep into my knuckle.

“Do you like that, baby?” I questioned while leaning my forehead against hers.

All she did was nod, too far gone in her growing orgasm that I could feel because of the way she clenched around my finger. I fought the urge to add another but knew that would be too much for her so I kept telling myself all in due time.

“Your body comes alive with my touch, Dove. Why don’t you let me show you it all?”

Dove nodded again and I ripped out my finger from her mouth so I could grip her chin.

“You want that?” I couldn’t help the way I felt alive while teasing her.

She arched her back off the bench seat when my finger curled up inside of her to press against that spot. Internally I smirked to myself because I knew her body more than she did with us meeting hours ago.

“Please,” Dove begged.

I exposed more of her neck to me so I could brush my lips against her pulse point while my finger picked up pace.

“Come on the road with me. You take your pictures and when everyone's away, I can show you everything that pretty head of yours wants,” I spoke my idea into her skin, reveling in the way she tasted.

“Yes,” she yelled out as her orgasm tore through her.

Her entire body convulsed on the bench next to me and the urge to drag her into my bunk to fuck her with my cock was strong. Instead I pulled my finger from her cunt to hold them up to the light over head, her arousal glistening.

Her eyes widened as she came down from her high when she noticed how slick my finger was. I brought it to my lips, lapping up the taste of her like a man starved.

One hit of her and I was hooked.

“Landon, that was-,” Dove took a deep breath. “Thank you.”

I cocked my head to the side, not expecting her to thank me for that. “You never have to thank me for that, Dove. And I meant what I said. We all want you on the road with us as our permanent photographer for the rest of this tour run. If you’re up for it.”

Her pupils undilated, those bright eyes staring up at me, but remained silent. Something I noticed she only did when she wanted to speak what's on her mind but was afraid.

“I’m being serious, Dove. We all agreed to it. The way you worked with us tonight proved you know what you’re doing.”

“But you haven’t even seen my portfolio or anything,” she said.

I shrugged while pushing myself away from her and rising to my feet. “I trust my gut.”

While giving her my back, I made it all of two steps before her voice called after me.

“The other thing you mentioned. Did you mean it?”

Looking over my shoulder, I gave her a fox smile. “If you want it, it’s all yours, Dove.”

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