by Tara Oakes
Fucking right, that motherfucker isn’t me.
“Hey.” Georgie’s voice prevents me from telling Zelda that she and Abby are flying to Mahe, the island we’ll stay on in the Seychelles, in two days to bring Bryn to us. Although they’ll stay in a separate villa, Bryn will, in essence, be with us. More importantly, Georgie will be happy.
I turn around, finding her standing in the doorway between the living space and Bryn’s bedroom. She’s wearing my pajama top, sleeves rolled up. The thing still dwarfs her. Not that it matters. My cock is instantly rock hard. I’ve wanted to eat her cunt and fuck her since I left her to go onstage.
Her gaze drops to the ridge of my dick, pressing against the material, and she blushes. It’s probably because of Zelda, but the dominant male in me swears it’s because of Jason, whom she can’t even see since my body stands in her line of vision.
“How long have you been onboard?” she asks, glancing from my face to my cock. I tighten my muscles and my dick jumps. She licks her lips. Pre-cum beads the tip just as if her mouth had sucked it from me. “Have we been on the road long?”
“Not too long, Georgie,” Jason responds from behind me.
Georgie blinks, but I refuse to allow him the satisfaction of gaining her attention. This public foreplay is amping up my need to fuck her. I caress my dick with the slightest touch. I am aware of Zelda and I wouldn’t want to offend her sensibilities, but I really fucking wish she wasn’t here. For that matter, fuck Jason too. If they were both gone, I’d take her right here.
“We should be in Houston in about six hours to drop Bryn off,” Jason continues.
When the words penetrate Georgie’s head, her face falls and her haze of desire evaporates. Maybe, I should call Cash and his biker brothers to fuck Jason up.
“Okay, thanks for letting me know, Jason,” she says softly.
“Let’s turn in,” I order. Not giving her a chance to refuse me, I place my hand at the small of her back and urge her forward. She glances at our sleeping daughter, but doesn’t stop. Once in our bedroom, I close the door and wrap my arms around her, resting my hands on her stomach.
“You were so fucking gorgeous onstage tonight,” I tell her truthfully, caressing her rounded belly. Chinning her hair aside, I slide my tongue along the shell of her ear, breathing in her vanilla scent.
She grinds her ass against my straining cock, tipping her head to the side to allow me better access to her tender skin. I bite her neck, sucking on the spot, encouraged by her moan. When I’m sure I’ll leave a mark, I trail kisses along her jaw. Once I reach her mouth, I turn her in my arms. Finally having her face-to-face with me, I take full advantage and slip my tongue between her parted lips. I kissed her onstage, but it only added to the unabated hunger I carry for Georgie.
She lays her palms against my chest and meets my tongue with her own, moving her mouth along with mine. The touch of her hands as she rubs my skin drives me fucking crazy.
She’s touching me and tasting me, and loves to kiss me. But, fuck, if I’m not in heaven just getting in her hot little pussy.
Her fingers wrap around my cock and I grunt, disengaging from her to take off the fucking PJs. While I’m at it, I remove her top, too, and she giggles, then curls her tongue around my nipples, her lips forging a path straight to my dick.
Georgie
I run my tongue over Sloane’s skin, the taste of him abetting the desire I’m drowning in. My pussy is soaked and my nipples are hard. He’s kissed me senseless again, but he has yet to give any attention to my swollen breasts or my needy clit.
On my knees, I catch his gaze, almost coming at the domination he’s exuding. I know he likes to be in control, especially in the bedroom. He’s hinted at bondage for me in the future and in the privacy of our home.
When I asked him about a playroom, he flipped me off because he knew what I was getting at.
My response? Fuck him. I loved the books in question.
Playroom. No playroom. Handcuffs, rope, cord ties…or not…Sloane is in full control even when he lets me think I am.
I lick the head of his cock, groaning at the pre-cum before stretching my mouth over his dick and taking him in as far as I can. He hits the back of my throat and I relax my muscles.
His hands settle on my head and he grunts as I hollow my cheeks, bobbing up and down to his thrusts.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he croons, and I suck harder, faster, wrapping one hand around his cock base and rubbing my wet pussy with the other.
In the heat of my mouth, his dick is silky smooth and hard as steel, the width of him straining my lips. He fists my hair and I flicker my fingers over my clit, a small noise escaping me though I’m still sucking him.
“I’m about to come,” he tells me harshly. “Look at me while I do it.”
Somewhere, I lost focus and stopped staring into those too-blue eyes. I lift my gaze to his and lick around the head, to tease him.
“Fuck, Georgie!”
I run my tongue along the underside of his cock, and over the head again. “Fuck my mouth.”
Whenever I say this to him, he unleashes like a wild man. Now, is no different. He drives into my mouth, sliding against my tongue, until he loses complete control and fountains his cum down my throat.
Dragging me to my feet, he plants his mouth over mine and guides me onto the bed.
“Hold your pussy lips open for me.”
“I want you to suck my tits first.” Even as I pant those words, I throw my legs open and do as he told me.
“All in good time, sweetheart,” he promises with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I haven’t gotten my daily fill of your pussy.” He drags his tongue over my clit and I whimper. “I can get drunk off the taste of your cunt juice.”
My mind is completely blank as he tongues my inner lips, nips my fingers as I hold my pussy open to his pillaging, and then sucks on my clit. My bones melt away and my being liquefies at the intensity of the sensation streaking through me. I grip his hair and tremble against his mouth, falling completely apart.
“Sloane!” I wail, but he’s merciless, licking my clit as my first orgasm passes over me while widening my legs to give him more access. His hair is so silky against my skin and the stubble on his jaw abrades me, both adding another layer of passion to Sloane’s lovemaking. He thrusts his tongue into my entrance and my back arches, screams of ecstasy tearing from me.
My body is a bundle of nerves, so even the upward trail of his mouth sends shivers through me. When his lips close around one of my nipples and his finger plays with my pussy, I moan, burning to have him inside of me.
“I want you in me now,” I demand.
He doesn’t hesitate to do my bidding. Looming over me, his mouth curves into a sexy grin. His lips glisten with my juices. “Your wish is my command,” he murmurs.
Aware of my belly, he leans back on his haunches and kneels in front of me. Opening my legs and settling between them, he pushes his cock into me and we both groan at our mutual relief and satisfaction of our bodies joining.
He slides out in a slow, torturous motion and slips back into me at the same speed, until I’m nearly out of my mind. I lift my hips up.
“Please,” I whimper.
He stretches out over me, keeping his weight in his arms and careful of our baby inside of me.
“I love you, Georgiana,’ he whispers, kissing my hairline, my eyelids, and my cheeks.
“I love you, Sloane. So very much.”
For a moment, he stops moving inside of me and we just stare at each other. Somehow, we found each other and learned about ourselves in the process. But our greatest discovery was the friendship and love we give to each other.
I once was a lost little girl, but Sloane saved and protected me. We were cast into an inferno and our road to happiness was long and hard, but, oh so worth it. We have each other and our daughter and, soon, I’ll give birth to his son, a fact I wanted to tell him tonight, but I’ll surprise him with on our honeymoon.
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As he begins to make love to me again, I caress his jaw and he closes his eyes, kissing my palm.
We’re passionate lovers. We’re best friends. We’re proud parents and happily married. I’m his flame and he’s my anchor. Together, we’re explosive.
We are incendiary.
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BACKSTAGE PASS
A.M. Madden
My life is now fuck-tastic. My name is Trey Taylor, and I’m the bass player in a band called Devil’s Lair. A few years ago, we were a good band; now we’re rock stars. From the day I met these pricks that I’ve grown to love like brothers, so much has happened. We’ve won eight Grammys, we’re the subjects of multiple novels, and every rock-loving female who walks this earth wants to fuck us. We’re wanted men…and woman. Leila Marino Lair brings as much, if not more, to our crew. Her husband Jack has his hands full keeping her fans in line. She argues that his crazy #LairLovers, as they call themselves, are downright dangerous. We all have our stalkers. Even our dickhead drummer, Hunter, and our choirboy guitarist, Scott, have their share—as hard as that is to believe.
We’re chased, groped, pawed at, and propositioned every fucking day. Our women aren’t happy about it, but they know it all goes with the territory.
Did I mention that we’re fucking rock stars?
We are in between tours at the moment. We have a few dozen concerts scheduled in the Northeast over the next few months. Jack feels it’s important to keep playing, especially while working in the studio recording new material. It keeps our name out there, it keeps us all on our game, and most importantly, it keeps our fans happy.
Tonight’s show is in New York City. I own this place. My heart pounds in my chest from the euphoria I always feel before a show. Playing bass is as natural as breathing to me. Most can’t believe I’m self-taught. My guitar is an extension of me. I can make chicks swoon with just a few notes. It’s how I communicate when words aren’t needed. I can make them wet while pinning them with my gaze. I can make them squirm while my fingers skim over the strings as if I were stroking each and every one of their clits. My fans respond to me in carnal ways, and it’s addicting.
Scanning the audience, I spot my favorite fan drilling holes into my soul. Watching her watching me do my thing further hardens my cock. She tries to make as many shows as she can. Her presence alters my performance. No one would ever pick up on the change in me, but I know it. The adrenaline coursing through my veins feels like I just did a few lines of blow…something I haven’t done in years.
If I’m not standing on a stage, there is only one place I’d rather be…and that’s between her thighs. It won’t be long until that reality occurs. By the time we begin our last encore, I’m drenched in sweat, my jeans molded over my flesh like a second skin, and I feel like I dipped my dick in concrete.
I’m ready to fuck her into tomorrow.
The old me would want to fuck any hot chick with a pulse. Now, it’s her sweet pussy I crave, want, and need more than my next breath. I’ve changed…a lot. Damn, the transformation I’ve made in my thirty years on earth warrants a fucking movie. I used to be a whore, now I’m a one-woman man. I’m still a filthy prick, though. I like it kinky, I like it rough, and I like it often. My gaze lands on her as she sways to the music, singing every line along with Jack word for word. In spite of my shades, she knows I’m watching. The corners of her plump lips quirk up just enough to tell me she is quite aware of the effect she has on me.
Fucking touché, I think to myself as we continue to watch each other.
The skimpy top she wears clings to the breasts I know and love. There isn’t an inch of her body I don’t own. The visual of what I’m going to do to her the minute my Doc Martens hit sidestage turns me from a horny man to a beast. It’s only by the grace of God that I manage to act human until the last chord is played.
Jack thanks the crowd for coming, the house lights kick on mercilessly, and I practically sprint off the stage to wait for my girl. It takes a few minutes before I see the top of her blond hair heading my way. Once she flashes her backstage pass to security, she looks up, spots me waiting, and runs right toward me.
I catch her midair, immediately burying my nose in her neck.
“Fuck, I’m about to explode,” I offer a muffled confession.
She giggles before saying, “Trey, you’re always about to explode.”
“All the more reason to hurry. We wouldn’t want to draw attention.” I remove my face from her neck and drag her along until we bust through a closed door to a darkened backstage dressing room.
In a flash, I have her up against the back of the door before she knows what’s happening. I remove her hands from my neck, gripping her fingers with mine while pinning them to the door above her head. Her big, brown eyes stare right into my soul.
“Lose the shades, Trey.” On her command, I release a hand long enough to flip my shades off my head. When I find her fingers again, a slow smile spreads over her lips. “Much better. I need to see those gorgeous eyes.”
“Baby, once I get started, all you’ll be seeing are stars.”
With a measured roll of my hips, I teasingly grind my cock into her pussy until her eyelids slowly slide closed.
“Open.” Now it’s her turn to obey, as I continue to torture her with my hard-on. Nose-to-nose, we swallow each other’s pants until I can no longer take the pressure building within me.
“Playtime is over,” I announce before crashing my mouth over hers. Her fingers flex between mine with each stroke of my tongue over hers. She presses herself against me until I can feel every inch of her softness molding against my body. Her sighs, her scent, her curves are all too much, and the control I’ve been barely holding on to snaps.
She gasps when I yank her top off her body, quickly following through with her bra. Milliseconds pass when my lips latch on to her nipple, sucking with such force she whimpers from the pressure. The savage in me appears the instant I taste her skin, and it desperately wants more. My lips trail to her other nipple, but not before stopping between her breasts to brutally mark her with my mouth. She’s used to my animalistic needs and presses her chest forward to help my goal.
When I pull away, her skin is red, angry, and branded by me.
“Proud of yourself?” she asks, amused, when I lean back to admire my handiwork.
“Almost. Lose the skirt.”
“Please.” She smirks.
Leaning into her, I place my lips on her ear and rasp, “Please.” Goose bumps appear all over her exposed flesh. “Only you can get me to say please,” I say, stepping away to yank off my T-shirt, kick off my boots, and peel my jeans off my throbbing flesh.
“Only you can make me wet with the word please,” she admits.
“Are you?”
She nods slowly as she drops the skirt she is wearing. Once it falls, she reveals the tiny scrap of black lace that covers her pussy. She drags a fingertip down her body into her panties. Her hooded eyes focus on me when she reaches her clit. I can see it all through the lace, and it causes my pierced cock to jerk in my hands. Every part of me is pulsing for her. She watches as I pump my cock through my fist. The contact of my own hand annoys me, angers me to the point where I want to pounce. I should be buried deep inside her.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Enough of this teasing shit.” I voice my thoughts. In a flash, I leap forward and throw her over my shoulder.
“Not in the mood to play?”
“Baby, have you ever known me to play?” I admit with a resounding smack on her ass.
“No, I guess not.”
My response is to toss her on the only couch in the room. She smirks as her body bounces from the force caused by my frustration. When I tear her lace panties away from her body with my hands, her smirk fades. Her body immediately submits. She raises her arms above her head, she opens
her legs, completely exposing her pussy to me, and she watches me through her lashes while waiting for my next move.
My move is swift. Dropping to my knees, I roughly cover her pussy with my mouth. The assault causes her to jerk beneath me. “Hold still, or I’ll stop.” Resuming, I feast on her with abandon. The whimpers that escape her lips are a telltale sign she’s fighting to control her reaction. With a hand on each thigh, I can feel her muscles tensing beneath my touch. I know this is the hardest thing for her to endure. I’m torturing her.
“Trey…” she pleads when I fuck her with my tongue, rapidly thrusting it in and out. She’s admitted that drives her crazy. The shallow penetration isn’t enough, yet at the same time, the feel of my mouth on her takes her to the edge. The combination frustrates the fuck out of her, and I like her nice and frustrated.
“Trey!” She loses her patience when I continue to pound her pussy with my tongue. An audible growl comes next, and it makes me laugh. “It’s not funny!”
“You want more of my tongue? I’m going as far as I can get, woman.”
“No, I want your cock!”
I know she does…and she knows that I know she does…which forces another growl from her lips when I choose to ignore her. I chuckle against her smooth skin when she sinks her fingers into my hair and yanks a handful.
“Okay, you animal,” I concede, deciding to give her what she wants. It’s not like my cock would object. It is beyond engorged, like a fucking rocket protruding from my crotch. And like a rocket breaching the atmosphere, once I sink balls deep into her, I’ll no doubt explode.
“On your knees, babe.” A smile spreads over her gorgeous lips before her tongue pokes out between them.
“Yes, sir.” She obeys, stands dramatically, and kneels backward on the couch until her gorgeous ass points my way. She grips the back, patiently waiting for me. I stand for a few minutes, admiring the view. With a fingertip, I trace the curve of her crevice until she shudders.
Gripping myself with one hand, I replace my finger with my pierced tip. Her response is to arch her back, further opening herself up to me. “Where should I go?” I contemplate out loud.
