Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(84)

Eric shuddered. Mixing his three loves-music, sex, and this woman-stole his ability to think beyond the moment. The rhythm consumed him. He allowed it to rule his current existence.

Rebekah's fingers found the tiny hoop in his left nipple. She rubbed her thumb over it, tugging it gently with the beat he set.

His cock began to rise, hardening in pulsations that matched the rhythm. When Rebekah drew away, he gasped in protest.

Her T-shirt landed on one cymbal, her bra on his cowbell. Then she was against his back again, the hardened tips of her naked breasts pressing into his flesh. She rocked against him, rubbing her nipples into his back. "I love the tattoo on your back," she said.

She probably wouldn't if she knew what the fiery crack in the earth and the demon hand emerging from it symbolized.

Her lips returned to his neck. Her left thumb to his piercing. Her right hand slid south. She released the top button of his fly on one beat, the next button on the next beat. When his fly was open, she slid her hand into his underwear and freed his cock.

He'd already lost himself to the beat, didn't think it was possible to feel it more than he already did, but her hand circled him and began to move along his length. Up on one beat, down on the next. There wasn't a solitary cell in his body that wasn't consumed by the rhythm.



       
         
       
        

"Rebekah," he gasped.

"Shhhhh. Just feel it. What your rhythm does to me. What I want to do to you every time you play."

Man, he would never play without a boner again.

He increased his tempo slightly, so she'd stroke his cock faster. She followed his lead without hesitation.

Faster.

Faster.

Oh. She moved away abruptly, and his entire body shuddered with unfulfilled desire. He heard her release the zipper of her jeans behind him and the rustle of fabric as she removed the rest of her clothes. He turned his head when she appeared beside him and stumbled over a beat. She ducked under his arm and climbed over one leg to stand before him, beautiful and naked.

He slowed his tempo again and stared into her eyes, wondering what she'd do next. Knowing no matter what it was, he would like it. Her fingers slid into his hair, and she tugged him to her breast. He latched on with his mouth and sucked in time with the beat.

"That's it," she whispered. She released his hair and lowered her hands, her fingertips resting against the head of his cock. When she tapped her fingers against his sensitive flesh, his belly tightened with excitement.

"Mmm." He sucked harder on her nipple.

He released her nipple and looked at her, his eyelids heavy, his breathing ragged. She bent and grabbed his shaft in both hands. Her thumbs bumped over the rim repeatedly, still keeping time with his beat.

"I want you inside me, Eric Sticks."

"What are you waiting for?" he murmured.

"Can you keep your balance?"

He grinned. "Only one way to find out."

He paused in his drumming while she climbed onto his lap, facing him. She wrapped both arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily. He shifted his, drumsticks to one hand and then grabbed his cock to seek her slick heat. When he found her, she sank down, taking him deep. He wobbled on the little stool, then tightened the muscles of his thighs, back, and stomach to maintain balance. Good thing he was in great shape from all that drumming, or he wouldn't have been able to hold his position. He shifted forward on his stool a few inches, and she sank deeper.

They gasped into each other's mouths.

His jeans cut into his flesh, but somehow, that discomfort made him crave the pleasure offered by her body all the more.

Rebekah deepened her kiss, her fingers digging into his scalp. Feet on the floor, she began to rise and fall over him. 

His toe found his bass drum pedal, and he matched her rhythm with a low, steady beat. Instead of hammering out a beat with his arms, he wrapped them around her, drumsticks caught in his fist against her back.

She drew away, staring into his eyes while she made love to him. He couldn't look away. Even as he increased their tempo by speeding up the bass drum beat and his release approached, he couldn't tear his gaze from the love shining from her baby blue eyes.

How had he lived a single day without her? What would he do if he ever lost her? Overcome by emotions, he squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on the pleasure building inside.

"Oh," she gasped and arched backward as her body shuddered with release.

He held onto her for dear life, partly because he didn't want to fall off the stool, and partly because he let himself follow her in bliss. As his fluids pumped into her, he rubbed his open mouth against her collarbone, lost in ecstasy. She went limp against him, and he stiffened his leg just in time to stop them from tumbling to the floor. A cymbal crashed as the drum kit slid forward and hit a boom.