by Andrea Dale
And Nate knew that if he could hear them, then they would be able to hear him.
He knew that the lack of privacy bothered Hannah, inhibiting her responses to his advances. They’d kept their nights on the bus chaste, sleeping curled in each other’s arms. Frustrated, but together.
But he wanted her now. Wanted—no, needed—to take the sadness from her eyes, to ease the small line of tension between her brows. She was upset about the article in the tabloid. It wasn’t the first time he’d been smeared across its pages. It wouldn’t be the last. But to Hannah, it had to be embarrassing as hell.
She just wasn’t used to being the one in the spotlight.
“Hey,” he said softly, running one hand up her arm.
She dragged her attention away from the laptop. “I’m almost finished sending the new concert pictures to the FoxFanatics webmaster,” she said.
“You are finished,” he said, catching her hands and drawing them to his lips. He pressed a kiss into one palm, and then the other. The sudden catch of her breath, the way her nipples puckered against the silk of her camisole, made him smile.
He flicked his tongue against the fine skin of her wrist, inhaling her exotic scent. The fluttering of her pulse tickled against his lips. His balls tightened behind the fly of his jeans, his cock hardening. She intoxicated him.
“I guess I am,” Hannah agreed. Her voice was breathy, and he’d already learned that meant she was turned on.
“Good,” Nate said. He licked a path up her arm, nuzzling the inside of her elbow.
Hannah’s tongue dampened her lips. Unable to resist the temptation, Nate leaned forward, capturing her mouth with his. She was heat and spice, rich as sin, and he reveled in her taste. He wound one hand in her hair, dragging her head back to deepen the kiss. His tongue thrust, anticipating the movements his body intended to make.
Hannah dragged her mouth from his. “No,” she said.
He grazed the delicate skin of her throat with his teeth. He felt like he would come out of his skin if he didn’t have her.
“No,” Hannah said, a little more forcefully. Her hands pushed against his bare chest, and continued pushing until he was lying flat on the mattress.
One lock of hair draped over her shoulder, curling around the curve of her breast. It was fire against the cream-colored silk. He found the sight unbelievably erotic.
His cock ached, straining against the denim, and he threw one arm over his eyes. A deep groan left his lips. If she were going to deny him, then he couldn’t keep staring at her. He just didn’t think he had that much control.
The bed bounced a little, and he heard a rustle from the corner where a small bureau held their clothes. Nate concentrated on math equations. Anything to get his raging libido under control.
The mattress sank again when she returned. Nate peeked out from under his arm in time to feel her throw a thigh over his hips. She straddled him, her heat burning through his clothes. His cock hardened further, and with a naughty pout of her kissable lips, Hannah rubbed lightly against him.
Nate’s hands caught her waist, intending to flip her over. Hannah shook her head, dangling a pair of cuffs from her fingers. The black leather studded with silver metal and rings was part of what he wore on stage each night. His interest piqued, Nate waited for her next move.
With excruciating slowness, she buckled them around his wrists.
“Have I ever told you just how sexy I find these?” she asked. Her tongue traced the line of skin just above one of the cuffs. Her teeth closed over the flesh beneath his thumb, sending sharp pleasure through him.
“If I’d known that, I’d never have taken them off,” Nate said. He wanted to touch her, push her silky top up and taste the nipples outlined so enticingly by the fabric.
He also wanted to see where she intended to go with this.
“I see them, and they make me want to do wicked things to you.” She sucked one of his fingers deep into her mouth, stroking with her tongue.
Nate thought he might come unglued if she continued. He pushed his hips up against hers, groaning with frustration when she levered herself away.
“Behave,” Hannah said.
“Or?”
The wicked smile was back. She reached behind her, and showed him the silky red scarf she normally wore tied through her belt loops. “Or I’ll have to tie you up.”
She dangled it like a challenge between them. The ends tickled his bare torso, and his stomach muscles contracted. She ran the silk through her fingers. He was enchanted. What man could resist a woman who wanted to have her way with him? He found her desire for control erotic as hell.
Nate held his hands out. The fingers that ached to caress her nipples remained still as she slowly threaded the cool fabric through the rings on his cuffs. Her teeth worried her bottom lip as she concentrated on tying a knot. Nate raised his head, wanting to steal a kiss, and found that he couldn’t reach.
“I told you to behave,” Hannah said. Her husky voice held breathless excitement.
Taking his bound hands, she stretched his arms above his head. The motion pressed her breasts against his bare chest, and he took the opportunity to taste the lace-edged skin between the soft orbs. He was so intent on her taste, the damp smooth skin, her unique scent, that he didn’t realize she’d knotted the rest of the scarf through the handles of the cabinet above the bed until he tried to move.
Hannah sat back, wiggling a little against the steely bulge of his denim-covered cock. The motion sent pleasure through him, and Nate moaned. Hannah dragged her fingernails down his chest, along the defined ridges of his abs. Her fingers came to rest lightly at his waistband.
Nate stared up at her, aware that he was breathing too quickly. She was beautiful, her hair tousled around her shoulders. Lace edged the camisole, plunged between her breasts. Tiny pearl buttons ran the length of the material, giving teasing glimpses of her hidden flesh.
“Now you’re mine,” she whispered. Her fingertips stroked his chest, following the same path her nails had taken moments before. The soft sensation made him groan.
“Just tell me to stop, and I will,” Hannah promised. Her nails traced a path around his navel. He heard himself whimper.
“You’re going to have to be quiet,” she said softly. She leaned closer, her tongue flicking against his bottom lip. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would you?”
“The way I feel, I don’t think I’ll have much choice,” Nate admitted.
She bit his earlobe, her tongue swirling around the whorls of his ear. “Then I’d have to stop. You don’t want that, do you?”
“No,” he said, his voice hoarse. Her nipples poked his chest through the silk of her cami. He pulled at the scarf, but she’d tied it too well. All he succeeded in doing was banging the cupboard doors a little.
“Naughty,” Hannah said. Her nails found his nipples, and she plucked sharply.
Nate bucked against her. “Ah, hell!” His shout seemed to echo in the room.
Hannah shook her head, her bottom lip in a delicious pout. “I warned you about making noise. Now, I’ll just have to stop what I was doing.”
She sat up, and he ached to run his hands up her sleek thighs to the silk-covered junction between them. The slinky shorts were damp with her arousal.
Hannah tossed her hair back. Her breasts strained against silk and lace. Running her hands up her own thighs, she unconsciously echoed his desire. She continued up her stomach, cupping her own breasts, thumbs stroking her nipples. She moaned softly, looking down at him.
One finger slipped a button free. An inch of creamy skin was revealed. She traced the deeper vee with her nail. When he tried to push his hips against her, she lifted herself away. “Enough of that,” she said. “Or you won’t get a peek.”
Another button popped free. Her fingers eased the fabric aside. The luscious curves of her breasts pushed against the lace. Hannah slipped one finger inside, flicking against her nipple. “Mm, I’m imagining your
hands on me. Your mouth,” she said, licking a thumb to rub in slow circles across the other nipple. The silk darkened with her moisture.
Nate thought he was going to explode. His cock felt harder, tighter, than ever before. And if she kept up this slow tease, he might be forced to rip the cabinet doors from the wall.
Another button. One more. The cami parted, but still clung to her breasts, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her. She continued to pleasure herself through the fabric, her breath coming in soft gasps.
“Let me taste you,” he said. His voice didn’t sound like his own, so roughened with hunger and need.
Hannah shook her head. Her hair shifted around her shoulders. One thin strap slipped off, down her arm. Through the lace edging, he could see the deep rose of her nipple. The sight made him groan. His hands clenched into fists.
Slowly, Hannah slipped out of the cami, drawing out the seduction. Then, bared to his gaze, she gave him a sexy smile. Her hands cupped her breasts, fingers lightly squeezing the nipples. Her nails scraped, flicked, and she offered soft little moans. Her cheeks were flushed with pleasure.
“Hannah, please,” he begged. If she didn’t get him out of his jeans soon, he might be maimed for life. The zipper pressing into him was sure to do permanent damage.
Leaning forward, Hannah scraped her nipples against his chest again. The sensation went straight to his groin, and he felt a hot droplet seep from his cock. The woman was going to kill him.
Grey eyes gone dark with arousal looked into his. “Will you behave?”
“I’ll do anything you want,” he promised. “Just get me out of these jeans.”
Hannah laughed, the sultry sound mingling with his gasp when she lightly bit his bottom lip. Cupping her breasts, she offered him a taste.
Her puckered nipple was hard, and he sucked it greedily into his mouth. He needed to make her as desperate as she was making him. Maybe then she’d give him some relief. His teeth scraped, his tongue soothed, trying for finesse but feeling his control falling away.
With a little moan, she drew back. Her flesh was damp from his attentions.
“Let’s put that tongue of yours to better use,” she said. Her hands slipped beneath her waistband, easing the silk down over her thighs. With a little wiggling, and some moves she managed to make look graceful despite the awkwardness of her position, Hannah removed the tap pants, tossing them onto the floor.
Her pink clit peeked from between her nether lips, already taut with her arousal. Her musky scent teased him, and he was suddenly desperate to touch her, to bury himself so deeply inside of her that he would lose himself.
He tugged against his bonds, a frustrated snarl coming from his throat. He slammed his head back against the pillow. Cool fingers covered his, and Nate opened his eyes to find her close. Hannah’s breath warmed his lips.
“Do you want me to let you go?”
Did he? The times he’d played bondage games before, he’d been the one in control. This was entirely new. The need to touch, to conquer, all denied him. He was a slave to her desires. It was exciting. The fact that it was Hannah made it doubly so. But, oh man, he didn’t think he was going to survive this.
“No,” he admitted.
“You just have to say stop,” she reminded him.
He grinned up at her. The soft curtain of her hair surrounded them. “Hell no,” he told her.
She rewarded him with a kiss. She nibbled and licked, stroked and sucked, and drew back far too quickly. Before he could protest, she’d scooted back.
Deft fingers released the button at his waistband. The rasp of his zipper seemed incredibly loud, and he held his breath, hoping like hell his swollen dick didn’t interfere with the metal. Thank god he’d worn underwear. He lifted his hips obediently, allowing her to pull everything off.
When the cool air hit his cock he moaned in relief. Hannah pressed a light kiss to the ridge of his hip. Her hair tickled his shaft, and he arched up against her.
“Be still,” Hannah told him. She reached over, plucking something from beside the bed. “I have a present for you.”
Nate stared at the narrow leather circle she was dangling from her finger. Metal studs decorated it. It reminded him of the wrist cuffs she’d said she liked.
It dawned on him what the leather band was. His gaze went from the suddenly very small-looking ring to her eyes and back again.
“Up to it?” she teased.
Nate didn’t trust himself to speak. He gave her a quick nod, and then hissed as he fingers stroked his cock. He felt the leather encircle him, snug against the base of his shaft. He winced as she tightened it, the pleasure-pain making him grit his teeth. When she was finished, he was harder than he’d ever thought possible.
Hannah rewarded him with a stroke of her tongue. When she teased the slit at his tip, his entire body twitched. Wet heat encircled him, and Nate closed his eyes, reveling in the long slow suck that drew him into the back of her throat. He wanted to wind his fingers into her hair, to set a rhythm, but the silky scarf held him tight.
He was at her mercy.
Her fingers stroked, her palm squeezed, and her mouth was a wonder of exquisite pleasure. His hips writhed against the sheets, bucking upwards. The teasing flick of her tongue had him gritting his teeth. His balls ached with the need to come.
And then Hannah stopped.
Nate’s groan of frustration hung between them.
Hannah smiled. She lifted her hair to cool herself, her lithe body arched above him. Her skin glowed creamy gold in the muted light. He’d intended to beg her to let him come, but looking at her took his breath away.
Hannah moved up his body. Soft thighs pressed against his bound arms. Her clit was only inches from his mouth.
“Taste me,” she demanded.
It was his pleasure to comply. Her fingers wound into his hair when his tongue flicked out. He traced her damp lips, avoiding the sensitive bud poking between. He pressed light kisses to the insides of her thighs. She was wet, her taste on his tongue. He almost forgot about the insane ache of his cock held tight by the leather ring.
Nate lapped at her honeyed juices, each little bounce of her body telling him that he was pleasing her. He thrust his tongue deep, fucking her with it. She moaned, pushing down harder. Her fingers tightened painfully in his hair.
The hard little pearl of her clit tantalized him. He swirled his tongue around it and was rewarded with a soft cry. He forgot about his own desires, concentrating on the hot musky scent of aroused woman.
A thrust, another, hard and then soft, a slow slide of wet tongue on wetter flesh. Hannah was writhing now, her cries filling the tiny bedroom, obviously so lost in her pleasure that she no longer cared who might hear. She cried out his name suddenly, a plea for release. He obliged by sucking hard, drawing her clit between his lips while flicking it again and again with his tongue.
She came, fast and intense. The spasms of her body made her juices flow into his mouth, and Nate drank her down, pleasuring her until she finally pulled away.
Hannah kissed him, licking her cream from his lips. Her teeth grazed his chin, his jaw. Bit hard into his earlobe. “I’m going to ride you hard,” she whispered. “Until you beg me to let you come.”
Nate didn’t tell her that he was already close to that point. The leather drawn tight around the base of his shaft made every sensation that much more acute. When she straddled his hips again, her hand on his cock had him gripping the scarf. The wet sliding heat that slowly surrounded him, withdrew, and then surrounded him again made him burn.
Gritting his teeth, Nate tried to hold back the cries that needed to escape as she rode him slowly. She squeezed him tight, and then relaxed. Took him deep, and then drew back until only his tip was inside of her.
“You’re enjoying this,” Nate said.
“Oh, god, yes,” she answered. Hannah worried her bottom lip with her teeth. Her hands came up, pinching and rolling her nipples. The sight of her pleasur
ing herself with his body was enough to send him over the edge.
Except that he couldn’t come.
The cock ring constricted him, rocketing each sensation higher and higher, but allowing no release.
“Hannah,” Nate moaned. His body arched under her, desperate for relief.
“Beg me,” she said. Her tousled hair swung with each rocking motion. One hand moved to stroke her clit, and Nate pulled hard against the restraints.
“I’m close,” Hannah breathed. “Beg me, Nate.”
He was on fire. His balls ached, his cock strained for release, and the pleasure was burning him from the inside.
“Please,” he begged. “Hannah…”
Her deft fingers found the buckle. Flicked it loose.
The release was like a shaft of electricity had arced through his belly. Heat spasmed up through his sac, rolling outwards. He came in hot spurts that seemed to go one forever, emptying himself inside of her. Her hand squeezed and caressed, milking his balls until he collapsed weakly back against the sheets.
Trembling from her own orgasm, Hannah managed to untie the scarf from the cabinet before she stretched out along his length. She nuzzled his throat, and he smiled as her fingers wound through his.
He was never going to let her go.
*
The suitcase resisted. Cursing her haphazard packing, Hannah leaned her weight onto the bag until it snapped shut. She glanced around the small room. Everything packed away. Nothing left out on the bed. The closetlike bathroom cleared of all her things.
She was cleaning herself out of his life.
Arms slid around her from behind. Warm lips nuzzled the side of her neck.
“What are you doing?” Nate asked. “You know this isn’t a hotel night.” Although they’d had a few hours in a hotel that morning, after they’d reached Albuquerque, they’d be leaving directly from the venue for the next city.
