Twisted(50)

And he still didn’t stop.

“Oh no, I can’t.”

“You can. You are.” His words rumbled against her drenched slit, amplifying the endless aftershocks. “On my fingers this time.”

They slid inside her with ease, two and then three, working in concert with the same skill he employed on the guitar. He worked her hard, sliding in and out in a rhythm designed to cause her to lose her mind. Again. His lips closed over her piercing, tugging gently.

Gasping, she climaxed once more, her thighs vising to his ears as she flooded his mouth. He drank her down eagerly, licking up every bit of what she gave him.

When she was still shaking, still barely coherent, he scooped her up and flipped her on her back beneath him. “Fucking Gray sounds like an excellent idea,” he breathed, slanting his mouth over hers.

Tasting herself on his lips had to be the gateway to heaven. “Yes. I want you.”

He grabbed her thigh, pushing her leg straight up in the air. The tip of his erection nudged her where she still quivered and she moaned, already arching toward him.

A knock sounded at the door and he stilled, a mischievous light appearing in his eyes. He held his finger to his lips, indicating she should remain quiet, and shifted his hips, easing the broad head of his cock into her extremely sensitive entrance. She let out a whimper and he caught it with his mouth, swiveling his hips again to push in deeper.

“Dude, you ever coming out of there? It’s almost fucking eight. We have music to make or else Dragon Lady will be up our ass.”

Nick had to be the only rocker who didn’t believe in sleeping away the day. Unless he was just being super-dickish.

“Gimme five,” Gray called back, raising his torso and plunging farther inside her clutching pussy. “I’ll be right out.”

“Sure thing. Wouldn’t want to interrupt you.” Nick hit or kicked the door before letting out an audible curse. She might’ve been able to discern what that curse was if Gray hadn’t picked that moment to suck her eager nipple between his teeth. Her attention blinked out to everything except the fullness of the cock inside her, shoving her wide open to accept his invasion.

He rubbed over her G-spot with each pass, traveling so deep that he grunted against her breast every time he bottomed out. The flashes of pain, the exquisite burn, only increased the pressure fisting in her belly, building so swiftly that she didn’t have a chance of holding on.

“Oh fuck. You’re coming again already,” he rasped. From the bliss contorting his features, he wasn’t far behind.

“Yes. Oh yes.” Rolling her hips up to meet his strokes, she watched the storm break over his face. His jaw locked, his gorgeous eyes shuttered. And her name spilled out on the shout he muffled against her hair.

Nothing could ever be better than hearing him call out to her while he came. Nothing.

He continued fucking her, his movements languid now. Somehow they tripped the tangled wires inside her even faster than his rapid strokes had. God, she couldn’t come again. She didn’t even have enough breath left to cry out. Her hips flailed, trapped beneath his as the tension gave way. So deliciously trapped.

“That’s it, baby.” He nuzzled her neck, lifting his torso to plunge into her one more time. “Give me everything.”

She reached up to cradle his head as the final punch of pleasure swept through her system and left her quaking beneath him. She bit her lip to stifle her whimpers, realizing once he eased back to give her a dazed grin that she tasted blood.

“Holy shit.” She lifted her hand to her mouth. “I think I bit through my lip.”

He bent to kiss the cut, so gently that her racing heart turned over before going still for a breathless moment while their gazes clung. She stroked the side of his face, shocked that for once, she didn’t have to look for something to say after sex.

Between them, words weren’t necessary. They had long looks and longer kisses. They’d have longer everything from now on.

This was just the beginning, and oh God, maybe even waiting had been worth it if she could get to feel like this.

“I have to go,” she whispered as the phone started again. Guilt kicked hard in her chest. Poor Harper. She was going to kill her and rightly so.

“I know. When are you coming back to me?”

She threaded her fingers through his hair, marveling at the darkness against her pale skin. “As soon as I can.”

“Not soon enough.” He pulled out of her, causing them both to moan, and bent to grab her clothes. “No underwear? I sort of vaguely remember that but…no underwear?”

“No.” She grinned. “I couldn’t take any chances.”