Episode 41: Hot Keys
Sugar stepped onto the platform, sitting down on the cushioned piano bench. Miles joined. Immediately, his fingers went to the black and white keys, and he played Libertango’s familiar beginning notes with crisp skill, but his performance had an improvised tinge to it.
An odd thrill rattled through her as she watched him play her piano. She became mesmerized by the carefree expression etched on his bearded face as he became lost in the moment. Wanting to be a part of it, she placed her fingers on other keys and joined in, relishing the challenge of keeping up with his ab-libbing.
She had done everything the proper way all her life, but she had done it with passion. She had never improvised a composition before, but Miles made her do things she had never considered as a possibility.
Their melting, quick-paced harmonies consumed her. The euphoria of it all coursed through her bloodstream like a hard drug. And after the last notes played out, her heart throbbed violently.
She gazed over at Miles, who looked right back at her boldly, as he always did.
Quickly, she cleared her throat, fixing her eyes on a patch of brick wall elsewhere. “Your father taught you well.”
“He was a stringent teacher.” He took hold of her chin, directing her attention back to him. Then he leaned in, their noses brushing against each other.
“You’re bad for my heart, Sugar,” Miles whispered. “If I gave it to you, you’d break it, wouldn’t you?”
She bit a corner of her bottom lip.
“Probably,” she whispered, breathless and helpless.
Miles growled low in his throat as he crashed his mouth against hers, his kiss demanding, devouring. Sugar melted against him, her fingers threading into his thick, salt-and-pepper hair as she surrendered.
She moaned needily.
Breaking away, he let his lips drift, dragging hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat. He lingered there, tasting her, his tongue lapping at her pulse. Then he grazed his teeth over it before he drew it into his mouth, sucking hard.
“Oh, god,” Sugar whimpered, her head falling back, her hold on his hair tightening.
If she let him keep going, a hickey would come of it.
She couldn’t even remember the last time she had one of those.
And the mere thought of him leaving his mark on her made her blood run hot.
His calloused hands gripped her sides, firm and possessive, and he used his strength to bring her onto his lap. Then he took ahold of her thighs and hoisted her up to plant her ass on the piano keys.
Sharp, sour notes cut through the air.
His fingers undid the polished dark-pink buttons of her magenta long-sleeved button-down dress. Her breasts, framed in a front-closure intricate floral lace bralette, rose and fell with every ragged breath.
He dragged his teeth across his bottom lip at the sight of her. “God-fuckin’-damn, woman.”
Sugar grew bold as she unclasped the undergarment, and the lacy material fell away, her nipples now exposed, hard, and aching for attention.
Miles buried his face into her breasts, inhaling deep. He showered her chest with kisses before he flicked his tongue over her left nipple, then drew the hard little bud into his mouth for a suck. His greedy, greedy mouth short-circuited her brain, making her want to come undone at the seams.
Seams.
Fuck, she wanted him to rip apart her clothes at the seams and take her right then and there.
“Words can’t even begin to describe how badly I want to fuck you with my fingers, but time isn’t on our side. Is it, honey? So, I’mma rub this cute little clit of yours and suck on these perfect tits until you cum right here on this piano. How ‘bout that?” he asked, all heat, gruff, and need.
Sugar shuddered and sighed as his fingers crept in between her legs and petted her wet pussy through her panties. Then he slipped them to the side to get to her clit.
She didn’t answer because she couldn’t.
She was too lost in him, in the way his fingers strummed her clit up and down with a maddening rhythm only a musician could muster.
Miles showed her no mercy.
His tongue lapped, his teeth scraped, his relentless mouth sucked.
He wrapped his lips around her nipple once again and gave one long, slow pull, his teeth tightening just enough to make her body pulse. He held her there, stretched and helpless in his mouth, before letting go with a wet pop.
She let out a raw sob of need.
Sugar rocked against his touch, seeking friction, hunting for a morsel of relief. The piano croaked out more unpleasant notes.
“Listen to that, honey.” Miles let out a deep-chested chuckle, working her swollen clit to a faster, tortuous tempo. “Listen to all this music we’re making.”
Sugar’s breath hitched, and her eyelids fluttered as an orgasm within her mounted and mounted and mounted. She tensed and quivered as his fingers brought her closer to the edge of something glorious.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, her pathetic voice cracking as the circles he drew around her clit tightened. “Please don’t fucking stop.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare, honey,” Miles assured, tracing his tongue around her areola. “I wouldn’t fuckin’ dare. The show you’re givin’ me is too good to stop now.”
A cry tore from her lips as she shattered against him, her back arching, her thighs trembling. She gripped the base of his neck, holding him against her as if her life depended on it.
Miles groaned his approval, watching her come undone.
“Mm, that’s it, darlin’,” he encouraged, talking her through each wave after crashing wave that rushed through her body. “Just like that. Let go for me.”
She held him close as she came down from her high. As she caught her breath, he stroked her thighs tenderly. His fingers slid higher, hooking into the waistband of her underwear. He peeled them down slowly.
Dazed and breathless, Sugar lifted her hips to help him, still floating from a hazy high.
Then she plopped her ass back down, the piano protesting once again.
Once Miles Thibodeau tugged the damp fabric free, his eyes stared at her like he wanted to ruin her all over again as he brought them to his nose and inhaled deep.
“A little souvenir for me.”
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After the piano performance and the “encore” that followed, Sugar struggled to function properly as she tried to give Miles a proper tour. Tried being the operative word. As she showed off the kitchen and the temperature-controlled wine cellar, her tongue stumbled over her words. Her train of thought would chug away. And sometimes, her clumsy ass would just bump and smack into things.
She praised the high heavens as she managed to climb the stairs leading to the empty upstairs banquet room without twisting an ankle or falling.
“An engaged couple booked this room for a wedding ceremony in December. They’ll do the ceremony up here and then have the reception downstairs. We have the wedding cake and desserts covered, but we’re working hand-in-hand with their caterer.” The clicks of her high heels against the polished, exposed concrete floors and her voice echoed through the banquet room as she sauntered across it.
Over her shoulder, she saw Miles’s eyes roam her body before meeting hers.
Caught red-handed, he grinned.
“Enjoying the view?” Sugar teased.
He cast her a charming wink. “Absolutely. Ten out of ten. Quite a sight to behold.”
“It will be our first wedding, and if—” Her words died in her throat as she walked straight into a metal support beam, her forehead meeting it with a clank. She flinched as her fingertips assessed the tender spot. “Ow.”
That’s what her ass got for paying more attention to the man behind her than what was in front of her.
Miles came to her, his hands finding her hips as he spun her around to face him. “Alright, let me see, darlin’.”
