Twisted(77)

He didn’t seem similarly afflicted. “What do you have on under that skirt?”

He jumped up on the riser and picked her up, spinning her around and settling her on his lap. She straddled his thighs, more than a little shocked that the normally proper Gray had pulled a page out of her rule-breaking playbook. He’d never been a goody-goody, but he’d also never been the kind of guy to go at it in a club.

Or on stage, with people still milling around, shouting and laughing, on the opposite side of the walls that surrounded them. Even the audience was still just a few feet away on the other side of the curtain. Most of them were probably dispersing fast to the bar area. Still, plenty of people remained behind, not ready for the party to end.

Neither was she.

She traced her fingertip from his sweaty throat down his chest to the top of his new Oblivion tattoo. Funny how something she’d teased him about didn’t seem so humorous now. It peeked over the top of his low-waist pants, showing off way too much of that sexy-as-sin body for her liking. She caressed his happy trail and lower, cupping his cock in her hand while she nuzzled the sweaty side of his neck.

“Why don’t you find out?” she asked against his skin.

He made a sound in his throat that verged on animalistic and slid one hand beneath her skirt while the other palmed her ass. When he found her bare beneath, he wasted no time in sinking two fingers inside her. “You do this a lot, sugar? Just sit up here and play and get your thighs all wet because you’re not wearing any panties?”

“No.”

She threw her head back, her hips lifting to give him more access. He rubbed her deep inside, massaging that secret place that always made her thighs shake. Now was no exception. His thumb toyed with her piercing, sending the longer crystals she’d worn tonight tinkling over her swollen folds. Already she was on fire for him.

“No? Then why’d you skip underwear tonight?”

Trying to respond was becoming increasingly difficult. All of her air was trapped in her chest behind her heaving breasts, the heavy tips brushing his chest without relief. She longed for him to lower his head and suck on one through her top, but he just kept the easy pace between her legs while he squeezed her ass.

“Because I wanted to tease you like this. I wanted to imagine you…”

His teeth closed over her earlobe. “What, baby?”

“I’m going to come,” she gasped, shocked. How could she be there that soon?

Guess all the show foreplay had done its job.

“Uh-uh. Not until I’m in you. This is just the appetizer before the main course.” Demonstrating it, he slipped his wet fingers out and painted them over his lips, making her moan as he licked up the traces of her excitement. His dark lashes lowered and he growled again. “New rule. I can’t fuck you unless I can eat you out first. It’s the worst kind of torture.”

She glanced over her shoulder at the drums. He laughed and locked an arm around her waist, hauling her close for a scorching kiss. “You want it that bad, huh? You’re willing to risk damaging the kit just so I can get my mouth on your pussy?”

“Yes.” She didn’t hesitate. “I’d even lay down on the floor. I’d need a decontamination chamber later, but yes.” She framed his face between her palms and nibbled his lower lip, relishing her flavor on his mouth. Dark and sweet and so frigging naughty. “That’s what I imagined,” she added, unable to stop now that she’d started. She ground against his cock, needing that friction against her plump clit. “You just throwing me down somewhere after the show and shoving inside me, all rough and sweaty and wild…”

“My dirty fucking girl.” He used a fistful of her hair to tug her head back and arrowed his tongue over her collarbone, tasting her skin with the same eagerness he would’ve gone down on her. “You ready for me, sugar?”

“Yes. So fucking ready.”

He undid the laces of his pants with one hand and used to other to grip her throat, holding her in place with such erotic dominance that she couldn’t restrain her moan. The quelling look he gave her only caused her to squirm harder. “I’m so hoping you soak through these pants,” he said. “Then I can throw them out. Fucking leather.”

“But it makes your ass look hot.”

At his grunt, she laughed under his hand and rocked her hips against his in a bid for him to hurry. She loved how it was between them. No matter how urgent or erotic, they never forgot to laugh. Never lost that connection that linked them together so much tighter than simple sex.

“Screw it. You take me out.” Eyes glittering, he let her go and she immediately bent to her task, fingers blurring over the laces until she reached the rigid prize inside his pants. She shuddered at the sheer weight of him in her hand and licked her lips hungrily. “Oh, baby, that’s an invitation right there. Want me to put you on your knees?”