Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(22)

       
         
       
        

The curtain above her opened, and Trey's face appeared upside down over the edge of his bunk. "What are you doing down there?" His eyes drifted over her nude body, to the fingers she still had buried in her pussy. "Fuck yeah, that's what I'm talking about." He flipped himself out of his bunk and onto the floor. Still senseless with spent desire, she watched Trey reach in his bunk. She couldn't figure out why he was inserting a metal stud through his tongue and securing it in place with a metallic ball. Couldn't figure it out until he leaned over her body and buried his face between her thighs. He rubbed the bit of metal over her clit, and she cried out in surprise. She grabbed two fistfuls of his longish hair, intending to push him away, but within seconds she was too busy writhing in pleasure to consider stopping him.

Trey's tongue flicked against her with such perfectly timed precision, she became delirious. Rebekah shook her head side to side, knowing this much pleasure must be wrong. Trey's hands glided up her body, hands skimming over her heated flesh. Goose bumps rose along his gentle paths. Her panting became gasping and then moaning. She had no sense of place.

Trey's thumbs brushed over both nipples, and she cried out.

"Will you two take it to the bedroom and shut the fucking door?" Sed yelled from his bunk.

Trey lifted his head and Rebekah cried out again, this time in protest. He placed a kiss along the inner ridge of her hip bone. "Come on," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. For her. Trey Mills wanted her. She couldn't quite grasp the concept.

Trey climbed to his feet, and her eyes fell on the tent in his shorts. Trey was hard. Excited by her body. A surge of lust flooded the apex of her thighs, and she shuddered. He offered her a hand and helped her to her feet.

"You coming, Eric?" Trey asked, catching Eric's eye and nodding toward the bedroom.

Rebekah's heart lurched. "What?"

"He likes to watch. You want him to, don't you?"

She stared at Eric, who was still lounging in his bunk. She couldn't read his expression. Bewilderment? Frustration? "Yeah. I want him."

Trey tugged Rebekah toward the bedroom at the back of the bus.





Chapter 8


Eric jerked the curtain of his bunk closed and buried his head under his pillow. He wanted her. Rebekah. Wanted to watch her touch herself again. Damn, that had been so hot. He'd seen a lot of things in his day, well, mostly his nights, but watching Rebekah pleasure herself had turned him on like nothing in his experience. He didn't only want to watch her though. He wanted to touch her. Kiss her. Taste her. Smell her. Hold her. Laugh with her. Cry with her. He wanted her. And she wanted fucking Trey. Everyone wanted fucking Trey. 

Eric yelled, "Fuck!" into his pillow and tossed it aside.

He knew it would be pure torture to watch Trey touch Rebekah, taste her, make love to her. Watch Trey do all the things he wanted to do. But Eric couldn't resist her invitation. He knew she meant to say that she wanted him to watch, not that she actually wanted him, but Eric couldn't help but get his hopes up. When Trey was finished with her, Eric could try to scrape together whatever was left of her and make it his. It had never worked in the past, but maybe this time would be different.

Eric tugged his boxer briefs up his thighs and tucked his half-hard cock into his underwear and down his thigh. He shouldn't have jacked off in front of Rebekah. She probably thought he was some desperate loser. He located her panties and hid them under his pillow before yanking his curtain open and climbing from his bunk. He found his book on the floor and shoved that under his pillow as well, before padding down the corridor toward the open bedroom door. He could already hear Rebekah's sighs of delight.

Frozen on the threshold, Eric stared at the bed. Rebekah lay sprawled on her back, her arms spread wide as she clung to the bedclothes, her back arched to thrust the perfect globes of her breasts upward. Her eyes were closed tightly, but her mouth hung open in blissful abandon. Whatever Trey was doing to the flesh between her legs must have felt fucking amazing.

"Oh, oh, oh," she cried. "I'm coming. I'm coming!"

Eric's mouth went dry, his dick hard.

"Close the door!" Sed insisted, and a spare pillow hit Eric in the back of the head.

Eric stumbled over the threshold, closed the door, and leaned his back against its cold surface for support.

He could smell Rebekah's excitement-the musky scent of her wet pussy-like the scent of her panties, yet more pronounced. Eric shuddered and pressed his cock against his thigh so he didn't yank it out of his drawers and start jerking it again.