Songs into Stories

Hi, my name is Danni and I love to write. These days I'm more inspired by songs than anything else. I like to read between the lines and create the story I hear in the lyrics. Enjoy!

[screechingtriumphtiger]

Sin So Sweet

CONTENT WARNING!

Spice Ahead! 🌶🌶🌶

Minors, Do Not Interact!

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He pulled you onto the bed, and then eased back toward the headboard. Still holding your hand, he pulled you onto him, straddling his hips. He threw his head back and moaned. "That's it, baby. Crawl into me. Cover me up."

With his back against the headboard, you were at the perfect position to kiss him. Everywhere. You started at his lips, but it didn't take long to move across his jaw, up to his ear and down his neck.

His hands found your hips, drifting down to your ass and squeezing. You squeezed your legs around him in return, feeling his hard length pulse underneath you. You ground your hips into his, it didn't even matter that you were both still fully clothed.

He brought his hands up to the straps of your dress and pulled them down your shoulder, replacing the right one with his mouth. God, his mouth. You could feel your eyes roll back as his tongue traced a pattern from your neck to your shoulder.

A whimper escaped your lips as you tilted your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck. That whimper turned to a gasp as he bit down, hard. Your eyes shot open. But before you could do anything, he was pushing you down. You sighed as you felt his weight press you into the mattress. With you reclining on his bed, he continued to kiss and lick your neck, all the while, slowly pulling down your dress. You were panting by the time he exposed your nipples. He took the right one in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, mimicking the move with his thumb on the left side. His other hand was on your leg, slowly traveling up your thigh, taking your dress with it. The sounds coming out of your mouth were just that: sounds. Primal and animalistic. It was intoxicating. He was intoxicating.

Until he stopped. You opened up your eyes and lifted yourself up onto your forearms. He smirked and leaned back, sitting back on his haunches. His hands went to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Your greedy eyes couldn't get enough of his naked torso. "Come on, baby," he teased. "There's no one here but the two of us. Show me the side nobody sees."

You considered his words before you too, gripped your dress at the hem and pulled it overhead. You threw it behind you before crawling closer on your hands and knees. He moaned as you leaned in closer.

"You want to see my dark side?" you whispered? "My fantasies that I don't share with anyone?"

He nodded eagerly. You gently put one foot under the other and brought yourself up to standing, right on his mattress. With your bare pussy right in front of his face. His eyes darted between your wet core and your molten eyes. "Are you hungry, babe?"

He nodded.

"Good." You took a step closer. "Eat it."

He wasted no time lunging for your cunt. He brought one arm between your legs, pulling you closer. You groaned when he snaked the other behind you and slapped your ass cheek. He pushed his face into your core and immediately started putting his tongue to work. It followed a lazy trail, through your lips and up to your clit, before circling around your bud. You jumped, feeling the shockwave down to your toes and you could feel him smile in response.

"What's the matter?" he mumbled into the crook where your thigh met your most sensitive parts. "Are you ticklish?" He nipped at the inside of your thigh, leaving a mark with his teeth. You yelped, but not in pain. You were so lust-drunk you could no longer tell the difference between pain and pleasure. With all your senses firing, all you could do was feel. Everything.

He sat back on his heels. One arm fell back to grip your hip, but the other, the one between your legs? He languidly pulled it through the gap in your thighs. When the fingertips were even with your core, he ran his middle finger through your slit. "Are you watching?" He squeezed the hand on your hips to get your attention. You weren't. Your eyes were closed and your head was thrown all the way back. You tried to get a hold of yourself and look down at the man on his knees in front of you. While looking you in the eye, he brought the finger to his mouth and licked off your essence before sticking the entire digit in his mouth. Your knees buckled and you collapsed to the mattress.

Without wasting any time, he pushed your back into the pillows and crawled over you. He put one arm on either side of your head, caging you in. The weight of his body on top of you was delicious, and you couldn't wait to get his jeans off his hips and onto the floor. You brought your hand up to his beautifully sculpted chest. His breathing quickened as your hands traced patterns over his abs. You watched his eyes follow your hands lower and lower, until they came to rest on his belt buckle. You stopped here, and waited, as if asking for permission. "Oh yes," he moaned. "Please don't stop."

You smiled, unfastening the buckle with ease. You wasted no time shimmying his jeans down his legs. He carefully lifted one leg at a time to shed them to the floor. They landed next to your crumpled dress.

Here you paused again, this time to take in the sculpted lines of his body, and how good his ass looked in those briefs. He chuckled and lowered his mouth to yours. Taking your lower lip between his teeth, he nipped again and smiled. "Do you like what you see, darlin'?"

"I don't know," you quipped. "I haven't seen it yet."

He chuckled again. Putting his mouth to your ear, he lowered his voice and whispered, "Then what are you waiting for?"

You pounced. Catching him off guard, you pushed his back to the mattress and straddled his legs. You pinned his arms over his head and brought your lips to his ear. "Waiting to catch you off guard," you whispered, then nipped at his earlobe. His breath hitched. You brought your hands back down to his waistband. Tucking your fingers into the elastic, you began pulling down the fabric, one agonizing inch at a time. When you finally freed his cock, he pressed his head back into the pillows and groaned. You tugged the underwear off the rest of the way and got to work. You kissed and licked and finally sucked his throbbing erection into your mouth. You could barely hear his moans through the blood pounding in your ears. You were so turned on you could hardly stand it. Your pussy was on fire and you'd do anything it took to put out the flames.

Finally, you raised your hips over his dick and brought the head to your dripping entrance. You eased down slowly, taking your time to fill your aching center. Every inch was delicious and you could feel the pressure building behind your naval.

Once he was fully seated you began to move, rolling and lifting your hips. He brought his hands down to rest on either side of your waist. "That's it," he grunted, barely able to form a coherent thought as you rode his dick. But you hardly cared about his pleasure. You were chasing your own release. Before you could get there, his grip on your hips tightened and he pulled you off.

"What the--" Before you could finish voicing your displeasure, he had flipped you around and pressed your chest down into the pillows. He still had his hands on your hips. He pulled them up so you were on your knees. He was too. In the next moment, he had lined himself up with your slit and pushed inside. Hard. "Umph!" Now it was your turn to grunt as he pounded into you. Your hands grasped frantically at anything they could and in the next moment you had them twisted into the sheets. He was merciless and you loved it. You could feel that pressure building inside you and you were getting closer. You squeezed your eyes shut and pushed your hips back into his, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Oh, fuck," he growled. His relentless pace was faltering. You were both close. Suddenly, his mouth was at your ear. "Come for me, baby," he breathed. You shattered. It was as if you had leaped off a cliff and were free falling into bliss. The waves of your orgasm crested over you again and again.

You felt him stiffen behind you as he drove into you one last time. You could feel his dick twitching inside of you, as he emptied himself. You sighed. Pushing your hips back, you gave a little wiggle, milking every last drop from his shaft. He chuckled, and the low sound sent a thrill through your system. Once he had nothing left to give, he pulled himself out and collapsed into a heap on the mattress. He pulled you into him, leaving no space between. You could feel his breathing ghosting along your neck. He placed a kiss just under your earlobe. "What do you think?" he asked. "Same time next week?"

[screechingtriumphtiger]

Faith (Part I)

This is a sequel (of sorts) to Rather Be Lonely. While some characters overlap, the stories can be read as stand alone one shots.

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Austin had been right. Blocking Joy was a game changer. I had known we weren't going anywhere, but it took my friend hacking into my phone and deleting her contact card for me to move on.

Okay, so he didn't hack into it. Apparently, my password isn't very secure. But still... With Joy firmly in my past, my future seemed bright, open and full of possibilities. That meant I was headed to the bar, to hang out with Austin and have a chill guy's night out.

At least, that was the plan.

I couldn't even hear myself think the moment I stepped over the threshold. The combination of the crowd and the band was deafening. I tried to cut through the throng to get to the bar. It wasn't long before I got close enough to see Austin behind it, making drinks. It looked like he was thoroughly weeded. I groaned. Someone must have called out sick, and as the owner, that meant he was called in.

He spotted me while scanning the room, shrugged, and mouthed the words, "I'm sorry." I shook my head. It wasn't his fault. He held up a finger, as if he was telling me to wait a minute. He slapped his hand down on the bar a few times to get a server's attention. When Amanda finally made it through the crowd of patrons, he put a glass of something on her tray and pointed at me. She gave him a nod and ventured back out into the mass of people.

I withdrew to a deserted table by the front door. It was probably too far from the bar to be of any interest to the average guest. A neon Budweiser sign was glowing in the window next to me. It wasn't long before Amanda was putting the tumbler of whiskey on my table.

"How's it going?" I hollered. Even though it was a few decibels quieter over here, I still had to raise my voice to be heard.

"Oh, you know..." she laughed. "Someone called out, so just another typical Friday." She put her hands on her hips. "Austin says he's sorry, but at this point, who knows when he'll be able to get out from back there and come hang? Are you okay for now?"

I raised my whiskey in a salute. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Tell him not to worry. And good luck out there." I nodded my head toward the roaring bar.

"Ha!" she scoffed. "Thanks, I need it." She nodded down at my glass. "Give me a wave when you're ready for round two." And just like that, she tucked her tray under her arm and started making her way back to the bar.

I was only a few sips in when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a drop-dead gorgeous woman standing next to me. She was in a white sundress with her dark curly hair pulled away from her face and draped over her shoulders.

"Do you mind if I sit there?" she pointed at the empty chair across from me.

"By all means," I gestured to it.

She pulled it out away from the table and sat down. "Thanks," she smiled. It was captivating. She looked toward the bar. "I'm not quite ready to make my way through that yet."

"You might not have to," I chuckled. "What are you drinking?"

She looked down at my whiskey glass. "I'll have what you're having."

"Really? I don't know many girls who drink Jack."

"This girl does." She winked.

"Well, that certainly makes it easy." I looked up for Amanda. It took me a second to spot her, dropping a round of drinks at a table on the other side of the bar. She turned around and took a quick sweep of the room. Her eyes met mine and I waved. She gave me a thumbs up and I lost sight of her.

"What was that?" the beauty sitting across from me asked.

"That was me, getting you what I'm having," I smiled and raised my glass.

She laughed and settled back into her chair, crossing one knee over the other. "You're right. That was pretty easy. You'll have to teach me that trick."

"Well now, I can't go giving away all my secrets. Then pretty girls like you wouldn't want to sit with me." I winked back.

"Something tells me you don't have a problem getting pretty girls to sit with you," she quipped.

I laughed. "If only that were true!"

Amanda appeared with another glass of whiskey and set it down. "Here you go, Nate." She turned to the woman across from me, "Anything for you, darlin?"

"I think you just brought it, thanks." She smiled as I pushed the glass across the table.

"Thanks, Amanda." I pulled out my wallet and put a twenty dollar bill on her tray.

She beamed. "Any time! Let me know if you need anything else." She melted back into the crowd.

When I looked back at the woman across from me she had her glass and an eyebrow raised. "That is definitely a trick I need to learn." I lifted my glass up to meet hers. We clinked. "What are we drinking to?" she asked.

"Knowing the bartender," I smiled as I pulled my glass to my lips.

She laughed. It was magical. I wanted to make her laugh like that again. And again.

"What about your secrets?" She took another sip.

I shrugged. "More than anything, secrets just get me into trouble."

The grin she flashed me was full of mischief. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

That got my mind racing. Who was this woman? I wanted to know so much more. She looked like a literal angel, from her white dress to the neon glow around her. She was smiling like she knew something I didn't.

I leaned in. "For me..." I paused, looking down at my drink, "trouble is almost always a bad thing." My gaze flicked back up to hers. "But you look like a woman who doesn't know anything about getting into trouble."

She laughed again. Quite literally, music to my ears. I put my glass down and extended my hand toward her. "I'm Nate."

She put her hand in mine and shook it. "Hi Nate. I'm Hope."

It was my turn to laugh. "Now I know you stay out of trouble. A good girl like you, with a name like that. You could be an angel."

She smiled again. Then pressed her glass to her lips and tipped it all the way back, finishing the contents in one gulp. When she looked back at me, her face was flushed and her eyes were bright. She put one of her hands over mine. "I don't think angels know how to have fun." She was looking down at her fingers, tracing patterns up my arm. Then she looked back up to me. "But why don't we get out of here and find some?"

Now it was my turn to gulp down the rest of my drink. Part of me wanted to leave with her. I was eager to know more about her, and here she was practically giving me an invitation to do just that. But something made me hesitate. I looked back at Austin behind the bar. It was finally slowing down. Was I crazy for wanting to stay here and hang out with my best friend instead of leaving with a beautiful woman?

Yes, I answered that question immediately. Yes, I was.

I gently placed my hand over hers to get her fingers to stop moving up and down my arm. Talk about distracting. I squeezed in what I hoped was a reassuring way. "I'm sorry, Hope. Tonight's not good for me. I already have plans. But maybe I'll see you around again some other time?"

She smiled again, but this time the light didn't reach her eyes. "Letting me down easy, huh? That's fine." She winked and pushed herself away from the table. Once on her feet, she walked around the table and leaned in to give me a peck on the cheek. "Goodnight, Nate. Thanks for the drink."

With that, she spun around and slowly walked away under the neon lights. I sure did like watching her leave. From this angle I was able to see her headband. It had two points on the top. Were those supposed to be horns?

I shook my head and stood up to harass the bartender.

[screechingtriumphtiger]

Rather Be Lonely

My phone buzzed on the bar. I knew who it was without even looking at it. I glanced up at the crooked analog clock hanging over the door. 1:45. Right on time. My gaze shifted down to my phone's screen. What are you doing tonight? the message read.

My laugh was hoarse. Tonight? It's already tomorrow. This had become somewhat of a regular occurrence. It was hilarious to me, in a completely non-hilarious way that Joy had been the one to break things off and yet, here she was, texting me at two in the morning, trying to get back together. Was it for one more night? One more week? I rolled my eyes and flipped the phone over, pushing it as far away from me as possible.

I looked around. This close to closing time, the bar was practically empty. Just like the rocks glass in my hands. Ice cubes clinked against each other in the glass as I raised it to my lips, trying to get the last drops of watered down whiskey. Patsy Cline was falling to pieces on the jukebox.

I snorted. That was Austin's doing.

Austin had been my friend for years. We met in a bar in college and were still meeting in bars all these years later. The only difference now was he owned this one, and I was just a patron. But he had control of the music, and a dumb sense of humor.

"Very funny!" I called. I guessed he couldn't be far away and that proved correct. He was chuckling as he came around the corner. "Sorry man, I couldn't help it." His smile was genuine, and infectious.

I stared back at him, willing myself not to laugh. Instead, I shook my empty glass. "What kind of place are you running here? Can I get a refill or what?"

"What? Where's my bar wench? I don't pour drinks!"

That did it. I cracked a smile. "I'm sure Amanda is already home. I watched you cut her lose thirty minutes ago."

"Aw, shit. That's right." He grabbed the Jack out of the well and poured me a healthy shot. "Is Joy still bothering you?" he nodded toward my phone.

"Well, 'bothering' implies that I care," I shrugged. "And I just don't."

"Why don't you just block her and be done with it?"

I shrugged. I didn't know. I liked her, but I didn't like her games. And I didn't want to play anymore.

Sensing the direction of my thoughts, Austin leaned into the bar. "Do you want her back?"

"No." It just kind of slipped out. I didn't even think about it. I didn't need to think about it.

Austin chuckled. "There he is! Gimme that thing." He reached for my phone and pulled up the messages, then the contacts.

I took a long sip. "I don't even want to know how you know my password."

He shot me look over the screen. "It's your birthday. Very original."

I laughed. He had me there.

"Here," he slid my phone back to me. "Your phone is now Joy-less and hopefully now you can be more joy-ful."

I rolled my eyes. Where did he come up with this stuff?

[screechingtriumphtiger]

Wild as Her

I took my eyes off the road for an instant, just to look at her. She was beautiful. And she had no idea. The coastline flying by out the window behind her was the perfect backdrop. Her hair danced around her face in the wind. Her eyes flashed in the sun. She was a wild one. And I loved her.

My eyes drifted back to the road as my thoughts drifted back to the night we met...

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It was another busy night behind the bar. Girls were ordering cosmos and lemon drops, while their men downed Coors by the bottle. When the orders finally slowed, I looked up to get my bearings.

There she was. Across the room. I had never seen her before. She was dancing with her friends. It was hypnotic, they way she moved. She danced like no one was watching, and she was good.

My coworker Will must have seen me looking, because he chuckled. "Take a shine to Cheyenne, did ya?" I blushed and looked down at the bar, wiping up a spill that wasn't there. "Be careful Corey, she can't be tamed, that one." I kept swabbing that spot on the bar, but I looked back up at her. Cheyenne, I thought. Why would anyone want to tame her?

The rest of the night was a blur, but I looked for her at every lull. And at every lull, she was still there. All hips and fire. Untamed. Beautiful.

When things finally slowed and our bouncer hollered "Last call!" I looked up one more time, hoping to catch a parting glance. She was gone. I sighed. It stung more than I cared to admit.

"Hi." A soft, melodic voice startled me out of my reverie. I dropped the glass I was polishing. It shattered as it hit the ground. Smooth Corey. Real smooth. It was her! Cheyenne!

"Hi," I croaked, my throat suddenly parched. Be cool, be cool! "Can I get you anything for cast lall?"

She smiled. "You mean last call?"

Facepalm. I smiled, even though I was internally kicking myself. "That's what I said."

She laughed, and I knew the melody would drift through my dreams. "I think tonight..." her eyes drifted over the lines of bottles behind me before coming back to mine. "I'll just do a whiskey, neat. Whatever's in the well."

I winced. Our well whiskey wasn't great. "That's gonna burn like fire," I said.

She winked at me. "I like fire."

*

My eyes opened slowly. It was still dark out. The clock on my nightstand flashed 4:43. The night before was a blur. I tried to piece together my memories. Cheyenne. Dancing. Last call. I didn't want her to drink alone, so I took a shot with her. Then another one. And another. She had leaned across the bar to whisper in my ear...

I shot up out of bed as the pieces fell into place. She had come home with me. I looked down at my empty mattress. Someone had definitely spent the night. Or most of it. When had she left? I puzzled. WHY had she left? The other half of my comforter was all bunched up. The extra pillow had a dip in the middle, where someone's head had been. And in that dip was a note. See you tonight. ❤C

A huge smile broke across my face. I wasn't scheduled to work tonight, but I would be there.

*

I agonized over what time to get to the bar. Should I get there early and potentially wait all night? I thought. Would that make me look overly eager? Or should I get there right at last call to try to take her home again? But would that send the wrong message? Ultimately, I got there right as the sun was setting, about halfway through the night. I walked in and scanned the dance floor, but I guess it was still too early for dancing, because it was mostly empty. The bar, however, was hopping, so I made my way over. I grabbed a stool at the end and ordered a beer from Will, who sauntered over to me grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "How was your night last night, buddy?" he drawled.

"Fine," I smiled. The details were still a little hazy, but I had a feeling it had been a very good night. "Uneventful."

"Bullshit."

I smiled and shrugged. Then I brought my brows together and leaned in over the bar. "She left super early," I confided. "Like, before the sun rose."

"Awww, man. I'm sorry, brother. But I did warn you. She's a wild one, not prone to sticking around or settling down." He shrugged and straightened up. "At least, that's what I've heard."

I frowned, but didn't say anything. Girls were more than a little complex. And why would she leave that note? I wondered.

"Well," Will slapped the bar. "That beer's on me, to help nurse your broken heart. But the next one's on you. Holler when you're ready for it." He walked back down the bar to help another customer, leaving me to my tangled thoughts.

*

I was on beer number three, watching folks dance when someone plopped onto the stool next to me and asked, "What do you say? Wanna put them to shame?"

I stiffened. I would know that voice anywhere. I looked over. Cheyenne! She was smiling up at me. "Well?" But she didn't wait for my answer. She pulled the beer out of my hand and set it down on the bar. Then she grabbed my other hand and pulled me onto the dance floor.

"I, uh..." I stumbled over the words. "I don't know if I can put anyone to shame out here. This isn't exactly my element." I could only hope I didn't look as nervous as I felt.

"Oh honey, that's okay. I just want to have another good night." She winked at me, then placed my hands on her hips, and circled hers around my neck, like we were at a high school dance.

When my heart rate finally slowed down I said, "I missed you this morning. Thought maybe last night had been a dream."

She laughed--God, I loved that sound. "Was it a good dream?"

"The best."

She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I knew I was grinning like a fool, but I didn't care. We stood there and swayed until I lost track of songs. Until the bouncer hollered out, "Last call!" And even then we stayed locked together.

When they finally kicked us out of the bar, we left holding hands. I saw Will giving me a thumbs up out of the corner of my eye. We meandered through the parking lot to my truck.

"So..." I started.

"So...?" she asked.

"Do you wanna--" I don't know where I was going, but before I could utter another syllable, she put a finger on my lips to stop me.

"Corey, there's something you should know about me," she said. "I'm not looking for the white picket fence sort of life. I don't want to settle down. I don't want to stop living. There's so much more out there that I want to do, want to see, and I don't want to lead you on if that's not the life you're looking--"

This time I put my finger on her lips. I looked into her deep brown eyes and could have sworn I saw the highway unwind before us.

All I said was, "Would you like some company?"

*

I blinked. Just like that, I was back in my truck, Cheyenne next to me. Wild. Free. The ocean breeze drifting through the car brought her to life in a way nothing else could. As she looked back out the window toward the coast, I heard her singing along to my beat up radio. Then the breeze turned into a gust that carried the song away.

I took my right hand off the wheel to rest on her knee. She looked back at me and smiled, placing her left hand over mine. I loved the way that the gold band sparkled in the sun. I thought a little diamond would be nice, but she was adamant: no diamonds.

I grinned. This amazing woman was mine. I squeezed her knee as I kept driving down the coast. We didn't have a destination, because wherever we are, wherever we go, that's where she calls home.