Tease Me

by Olivia Cunning

  succulent ass against his hardening cock. She groaned and rubbed up against him. He couldn’t lose himself now. He had a plan to tease her incessantly until the next night when they went to the sex club to play. Otherwise, he wasn’t sure if she’d be open to what he and club owner Tony had devised for Adam’s sweet little lover. But he wanted her to know he was hard for her. Wanted her to crave his cock inside her. Wanted her to beg him to fill her. Wanted to leave her wanting, even if he was left wanting too. Even if denying them meant the death of him.

  He cupped one breast in his palm and tugged at its hardened peak through her clothes until she gasped. He bent his knees to rub himself against her ass and so he could draw his hand up her bare thigh beneath her loose skirt. His fingers sought the slick, warm flesh between her thighs, sliding beneath the elastic of her panties and finding her wet already. He smiled at her willingness and used his face to brush her hair aside so he could suckle on the pulse point beneath her ear as his fingers massaged her clit, then dipped into her pussy, and then teased her clit again.

  She rubbed her ass against his stiff cock, making it difficult for him to remember that he couldn’t have her. Not yet. And when she began to whisper his name between her moans of pleasure, it took every shred of his willpower not to yank his cock out and fill the silken passage his fingers repeatedly explored. Her body shuddered as her pleasure intensified, and her pussy tightened around his fingers as she struggled to find release. He slid his hand from beneath her skirt and took her jaw between his thumb and ring finger. He touched his index and middle finger to her parted lips. They were slick with her juices.

  “Lick them,” he growled in her ear. “Suck them clean.”

  She didn’t hesitate to obey. His cock pulsed with excitement as she licked and sucked his fingertips.

  “Good,” he murmured. “You keep doing as I ask and you’ll eventually get what you want.”

  He gave her breast a squeeze and then stepped away. His stomach was in knots, his balls felt full and heavy, his cock ached with need. But the discomfort of waiting would be worth it later. He knew she wouldn’t disappoint him.

  “What the hell, Adam?” she said as he headed for the exit.

  “I’m going to go talk to Dawn now,” he said. “Before the show starts.”

  “You’re just going to leave me all hot and bothered?”

  He grinned. “Yep.”

  “It isn’t nice to tease,” she said with a pout.

  His grin widened. “I think you’ll be screaming a different tune tomorrow night.”

  He winked at her and trotted down the bus steps in search of Kellen’s new flame.

  He found her seated beside the band’s ever-shirtless rhythm guitarist on a sofa in the dressing room backstage. Kellen had a hand on her knee and was whispering something in her ear that made her grin.

  Adam sat beside her on the sofa and ignored Kellen’s affronted stare. It wasn’t like Adam had come to steal her away. He just wanted to pick her brain for a few minutes.

  “How did you get past your writer’s block?” Adam asked. He didn’t have time for small talk. He wanted to play with Madison some more before the show. He would have waited to talk to the slender composer—who he just noticed had a lot of adorable freckles—but knowing the staying power of his bandmates’ romantic flings, he doubted he’d have another chance to talk to the woman before Kellen scared her away.

  Dawn’s face flushed bright red. “Um, well, I uh . . .”

  Adam didn’t take her for a woman who had a difficult time expressing herself, so her stammering baffled him. Adam’s gaze shifted to Kellen, who was grinning so wide, his face was liable to split in half.

  “She was inspired,” Kellen said.

  Was Kellen bragging? Adam snorted at his friend’s obvious immodest pride.

  “By your dick?” Adam guessed.

  “Uh,” Dawn gasped. “No, his dick came later.”

  Kellen laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Not that much later.”

  “Stop,” she said, slapping Kellen’s thigh. “You make it sound so tawdry, and it was beautiful.”

  She turned her head to look at Adam. “I was inspired by his passion.”

  Adam peered around her to appraise Kellen closely. “Whelp,” he said, pushing off his thighs as he rose from the sofa. “That’s out.”

  Dawn grabbed Adam’s wrist and tugged him back down beside her. “Your inspiration doesn’t have to be a gorgeous, soaking wet warrior of a man rising from the sea in a storm.”

  “Say what?” Owen said from near the bar where he appeared to be trying to forget Lindsey was clinging to his arm by using his free hand to down copious amounts of liquor.

  Jacob, who was apparently eavesdropping as well, burst out laughing.

  “I think inspiration can be found in anything that shakes you up.” Dawn took a deep shuddering breath and pressed her fingertips to her rosy checks. “I don’t know, maybe it was his dick that I found so inspiring.”

  “Care for a bit more inspiration?” Kellen whispered.

  “You don’t have enough time before the show to give me the care and attention I deserve,” Dawn said and kissed his nose.

  Adam chuckled. He liked this woman already, but Madison entered the room at that moment, and his entire universe shifted to revolve around her.

  “Uh, later,” he said and rose from the sofa.

  He approached Madison slowly, watching her out of the corner of his eye as he made his way across the room and paused at the bar for a drink just to see how she would react to his delay. He knew Madison felt uncomfortable backstage—especially when left to her own devices—but she needed to get over her skittishness if they were going to be together. He was pleasantly surprised that she’d showed up in the dressing room on her own so quickly. He figured he’d eventually have to go back to the bus and coax her out. Perhaps she was finally getting used to the idea of being a rock star’s girlfriend. He wondered if she was ready to be a rock star’s wife.

  Adam claimed a beer for himself and got a bottle of water for Madison. She didn’t drink alcohol. Ever. When he’d asked her why, she’d told him that her grandfather had been killed by a drunk driver, leaving her beloved grandmother to face the rest of her years a widow. It was strange to Adam how something that had happened before she’d been born had had such an impact on her life. Hell, he’d personally experienced numerous negative consequences at the hands of drugs and alcohol and it had never stopped him from going back for more.

  Madison’s searching gaze landed on Adam, and she smiled. Good. She wasn’t mad at him for his deserting her on the bus.

  He headed toward her and handed her the bottle of water. She thanked him, but scarcely looked at him. Her gaze was now plastered to the pretty, pregnant blonde attached to Owen’s side.

  “Is that her?” Madison asked in a hushed tone.

  “Nope,” Adam said. “Owen has pregnant chicks coming out of his ears.”

  Madison rolled her eyes at him, but at least it took her attention away from Lindsey and put it where it belonged. On him. “Why did you leave me alone on the bus?”

  So maybe she was a tad miffed, after all.

  “So you’d have time to think about how I made your body feel.”

  “I don’t need time to think about that,” she said. “We both know how your teasing makes me feel.”

  “How’s that?”

  “Horny.”

  He forced himself not to grin in triumph and moved closer so that his chest brushed her shoulder and his thigh touched her hand. “Did you think of a way I can do something about that feeling?”

  Not that he planned to do anything about it just yet. He wanted her in an aroused state all night and all day tomorrow, because he was pretty sure she would have to be delirious to agree to the arrangements he’d made at the sex club. He’d almost been too chicken to agree to the scenario himself, but Tony had a way of making a guy agree to just about anything. And in all of Ada
m’s experiences at Tony’s clubs, the man had never steered him wrong.

  “I was mostly thinking about you doing that thing you do with your tongue,” she said, her gaze shifting to his mouth.

  “This thing?” He tilted his head and gently sucked on the flesh just under her ear. His tongue flicked repeatedly over the pulse point in her throat exactly the way he moved it when he pleasured her clit with his mouth.

  She released an excited gasp, her body going taut beside him. “Just like that,” she whispered. “Only lower.”

  He dragged his lips several inches down her throat and repeated the motion.

  “Oh,” she gasped breathlessly.

  Adam lifted his head and nipped her earlobe. Her entire body quaked.

  He was seconds from forgetting his plan to tease her all night and instead head into the nearby bathroom to give her the release she craved. He eased her to the sofa instead, hoping to calm himself down enough to perform later by keeping a few inches between them. Unfortunately, the distance between them didn’t lessen his awareness of her one bit.

  “Adam?” she whispered, a beguiling blush on her cheeks.

  “Yeah?”

  “I left my panties on the bus.”

  Fucking A!

  Adam caught movement out of the corner of his eye and groaned inwardly when Gabe stopped in front of him with some woman on his arm. Adam recognized the pretty brunette, but hell if he could remember her name. He’d always been bad with names. Especially when he was fixated on the fact that Madison was sitting beside him without any panties on under her sweet little denim skirt.

  “Hey,” Adam said to Gabe’s companion. “You’re the chick from breakfast.”

  Madison stiffened at his side. Probably wondering why he was having breakfast with some attractive brunette.

  The woman chuckled. “So good of you to remember.”

  “You know her?” Madison asked, glaring a hole into Adam’s forehead.

  “She’s with Gabe,” Adam said.

  Madison nodded slightly and shifted closer so that her arm touched his. He liked the back off, bitch, he’s mine vibe coming off of her. “What’s her name?” Madison asked.

  “Hell if I remember,” Adam said. “I just remember sitting next to her at breakfast.”

  “Adam was too busy thinking about you to even ask my name,” the woman said.

  Adam wanted to kiss her in gratitude. But not really. He’d rather kiss parts of Madison that were hidden beneath her skirt.

  The woman glanced at Gabe, who’d gone entirely mute and said, “I’m Melanie.”

  That’s right. Melanie. Adam remembered now. She was friends with that incredibly gorgeous woman who’d banged Shade in the sauna the same morning they’d had breakfast together. And hell if he could remember that woman’s name either.

  “Madison,” Madison introduced herself and smiled at Gabe’s acquaintance.

  “So you’ve known these guys a lot longer than I have,” Melanie asked. “Any deep dark secrets I should know about?”

  The fact that Madison’s gaze shifted to Lindsey was not lost on Adam. He stiffened, hoping Gabe had prepared Melanie, because if he hadn’t, she was sure to get an earful in the next five seconds.

  Madison chuckled. “I might have a few stories to tell.”

  “Whoa!” Gabe said, covering Melanie’s ears with his hands. “Great to see you again, Madison. Be sure to keep Adam out of trouble.”

  Gabe winked at Madison before he turned Melanie in the opposite direction and escorted her toward Kellen and Dawn. Strange how he could remember her name. He was actually glad the pair hadn’t stuck around long. It wasn’t that Adam didn’t like Melanie or that he didn’t think it was important for Madison to get to know the other women associated with his band, he just had a distracting situation going on in his pants and didn’t really feel up to small talk. Especially not when Madison had been stroking his thigh beneath the cover of her skirt the entire time. And she wasn’t wearing any goddamned underwear.

  “She seems nice,” Madison said.

  “I don’t know much about—” Adam sucked in a breath when Madison’s hand found a particularly sensitive spot just inside his hipbone.

  “Does she know about Lindsey?” she asked, her eyes scanning the room, presumably for the pregnant blonde.

  “Not sure,” he said. “It’s probably best if she hears it from Gabe.”

  She lifted an eyebrow at him. “The way I heard it from you?”

  His gaze shifted to his hand, which was resting—none too restfully—on his knee. “I told you about the situation.”

  “Only because someone else mentioned it.”

  He so did not want to argue with her. “Do you really want to talk about this now?”

  “Would you rather talk about wanting a vasectomy?”

  “No.”

  “Adam, I know it’s hard for you to open up, but if we’re going to make a life together—”

  He silenced her with a kiss, his lips lingering on hers until she melted against him. His hand slid up her thigh, stopping just short of touching her pussy. He was a bit afraid of what he’d do once he proved her claim of exposure with his questing fingertips. She groaned in his mouth, and he tugged his lips free of hers.

  “If you really want to talk right now…” he murmured, rubbing his nose down the side of her neck.

  Madison shook her head and whispered, “No, I really want to drag you back to the tour bus.”

  “And do what?” he asked.

  Her breath tickled his ear when she said, “Worship every inch of your cock.”

  “With your hands?”

  “Yes.”

  He could practically feel the gentle touch of her fingertips against his sensitive flesh, and his dick jumped with excitement.

  “And my lips,” she said, brushing a feather-light kiss against his neck.

  He remembered well what those full lips felt like on his cockhead, kissing and sucking and teasing him to the point of madness.

  “And your tongue?” he pressed, lost in fantasy land despite the crowd in the room.

  “Of course,” she whispered. “But I mostly want to bury you deep in my—”

  The delicious promise of her words was cut off by the arrival of warmed over Cajun food. It was actually a blessing in disguise. Maybe he could get his lust under control if he stuffed his mouth with something other than her tongue and kept his hands occupied somewhere other than beneath her skirt.

  Adam practically leapt from the couch before he lost every shred of his willpower, dragged Madison to the nearest corner, and fucked her brains out. He offered her a hand to help her to her feet, but she wasn’t looking at him. Her gaze was trained on the bathroom door.

  “Aren’t you hungry?” he asked.

  “A little,” she said, still watching the door. “I need to use the restroom. I’ll join you in a moment.”

  Adam watched her purposefully cross the room. She’d better not be going in there to work out her sexual frustration on her own, because if she did, he’d make her regret that decision all night long.

  Chapter Five

  Madison eased the bathroom door open and peered inside. Her gaze landed on the pretty blonde with the enormous belly who was using the mirror to apply lip gloss—probably so she could lure Owen into kissing her. Though Madison had intentionally come to the restroom to corner the woman and get her side of the story, she tried not to gawk at her distended abdomen. It was an exercise in futility. What if the baby belonged to Adam? What if this bitch got to have his child and Madison was never afforded the same opportunity? She couldn’t believe Adam had never mentioned his aversion to kids before. They never really talked about the important things in life. Everything between them was all frivolous and fun. And she was perfectly okay with that for now. But in a couple years she might want to settle down, have a few kids, and then what? She couldn’t picture Adam in domesticated bliss. At all. What would a future with him look like?

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bsp; Madison stepped up to the second sink and washed her hands,