“Shit. Sorry,” he grumbled. “We need to stop.”
I shook my head and grabbed for his cock before he had the chance to change his mind. When his head hit my wetness, the noise rumbled deep within him again. I had a wolf spirit guide, and I’d found myself a guy that sounded like an animal. What were the odds? These thoughts faded away, though, as he pushed into me.
The hint of contractions began as he relentlessly took me, pushed in and pulled out to a steady, fast beat. I couldn’t stop the continued fight to grab his ass. The way the muscles moved under my hands as much a turn-on as anything else. His face had fallen into the curve of my neck, then. His hot breaths warmed me more. If I didn’t know better, I’d have sworn I heard a few quiet sobs rip from his throat. I was surprised none came from mine.
“I don’t know how to not love you,” he whispered.
His words were so low that I doubted I’d heard them correctly. Love? He couldn’t have said ‘love’. The rush of pleasure that took over my body then erased the thoughts from my mind. I trembled as I climbed to orgasm along with him. My hands moved up to hold onto his shoulders as we continued to move together. I could feel the sweat moistening my skin. Under my fingers, I could feel him heat the same way.
With each thrust he moved in deeper. I took all of him I could get, even to the point of that pain and pleasure point. I needed it rough. Wanted it with a violence that shocked me. Though nothing with him should have, not anymore. I used my inner walls to squeeze him, bring him the pleasure he gave me. My stomach knotted with the roll of heat.
He bit down on my neck as we climaxed. Not enough to hurt me. I, on the other hand, bit my own lip beyond the point of pain to stifle my cries. Fast and furious, the rupture of pleasure blinded me to the rest of the world. All I knew was the movement of our two bodies and the way his hard cock moving inside me felt. When we’d finished, he fell against me, putting my back at an odd angle, the wall supporting me now that he’d forced my shoulder blades against it with his weight. I felt him tremble even as my legs shook around him.
“Someone might come,” he said, sounding defeated.
He backed away then. I nearly wept with the loss of him. Bending down, right where my legs were still splayed open, he grabbed the shreds of my panties with one hand and the waist of his jeans with another. He lifted the black lace up to me, then shrugged and shoved them in his pocket. As he righted himself, stuffed his cock into his jeans and zippered with haste, I sat there still exposed.
“Someone might come any minute,” he stated, nodding to me.
I stood up and smoothed down my own dress, though I still felt undressed without underwear. His cum running onto my thigh gave me the realization that we’d failed to think of protection.
“I need a bathroom, and we really need to talk,” I stuttered.
“I’m sorry,” he said again like a broken record. “I—“
He left off as footsteps sounded on the stage. The drummer from his band stepped through the curtain, then. He stopped suddenly. I was sure we looked quite the sight. The sweat on my red face had to be a dead giveaway as to what he’d just walked in on. He smiled, a coy and crooked grin that said he merely claimed his ‘sorry’ before he backed out.
“I’m sorry…”
“Stop saying that,” I growled this time. “I just wish everyone would stop saying that damn phrase. I know you can’t talk now. And, I know you couldn’t tell me anything even if you could. Have a good set.”
I kissed him on the cheek. He nodded and pushed me toward the back of the room. I saw a door there. Still staring at him as he did at me, I pushed it open and found myself in the club along the far side wall. The bathroom at the back, I moved quickly, praying no one could see the proof of what we’d just done running down my leg.
We just had unprotected sex, rattled through my mind. But it had felt so damn good. Al least I’d basically just ended my cycle and I probably couldn’t get pregnant. Although, I knew nothing about his sexual history. In fact, I knew nothing about him period save for what he did on that stage and what he did to me. The post-orgasm quivers merged with my rising frustrated tremors. I rushed through my clean-up, thankful that Chloe had given me space. Surely she’d seen him whisk me away backstage. At least she hadn’t walked in on us mid-climax or something.