Lust's Rhythm (Heart of Fame Book 10)

by Lexxie Couper

  Pressing one knee onto the bed between her legs, he nodded. “True. But the thought of you tying me up, of sliding down my dick with this sweet, tight, hot pussy,” he wriggled his thumb inside her, the action eliciting another groan from her, “makes me harder.”

  “Jed…” She arched her spine, splaying her legs more as she bunched the duvet in her fists.

  He loved the sound of his name falling from her lips. He’d had his fair share of sexual partners. Had engaged in more than one wild groupie gangbang with his band, but not once had the utterance of his name by any of those women made his balls throb and his heart pound like it did now.

  Not even when he’d imagined it was Chloe he was with.

  “Make me come, Jed,” she ordered, eyes fluttering closed as he climbed completely onto the bed. “No more teasing. No more talking. Make me come.”

  “Done,” he whispered, body on fire as he lowered his face to her glistening sex.

  He licked at her clit, his thumb still buried inside her.

  She whimpered, hips thrusting upward.

  Chuckling at her unspoken demand, he slid his free hand up her waist, her ribcage, to cup her breast.

  She whimpered again, driving her hips higher.

  He tongued her clit in rapid flicks, increasing pressure until her whimpers were pleading moans. Withdrawing his thumb, he moved his tongue to her entry, delving as deeply into her sex as he could before returning to her clit.

  She bucked, and then cried out when he captured her clit and nipped it with his teeth. “Oh fuck yeah,” she gasped. “I like that.”

  With another chuckle, he turned his mouth away from her pussy and captured her inner thigh with his lips, sucking on the flesh there.

  Branding her.

  “Oh God, that’s—”

  Before she could tell him what it was, he plunged his middle finger into her sex and reclaimed her clit with his mouth.

  “Holy fucking fuck,” she burst out, slamming her hips upward.

  He tormented her clit with increasing flicks and sucks, stroking her inner walls with equal rhythm.

  “Fuck…oh fuck, Jed…” She closed her hand over his on her breast, helping him knead the glorious mound of flesh. “I like…I like…”

  With a slight twist of his wrist, he buried his index finger into her pussy and scissored it with his middle finger.

  “That,” she cried, arching on the mattress again. “Oh God, yeah, that…that…”

  He sucked on her clit with little pulses, as he massaged her breast.

  “Fuck, Jed…” Her thighs pressed at the side of his head for a crushing second before she spread them wider. “I think…I think I’m going to…”

  He pulled his mouth away from her pussy and captured her nipple, sucking on it deeply as he worked his fingers faster inside her.

  “Holy fuck, Jed.” She clawed at his back. Arched against him. Wrapped one long leg around his hip to grind her pussy to his length. “You know…how to play…”

  He released her nipple with a pop, and moved to her other breast.

  “Unfair,” she finished on a shaky moan.

  Worshipping her breast for a long moment, he continued to stroke his fingers over her inner walls. Her muscles contracted around them, each constricting pressure sending fresh blood to his cock.

  When she began to plead with him again, when the noises falling from her became little more than hitching begs, he dragged his mouth from her breast and back down to her tight heat once more.

  Withdrawing his fingers, he lapped at her seam until she began to tremble. Her thigh fell from his back. Her breath left her in shallow pants. Smoothing his hands up and down her inner thighs, he moved his tongue to her clit.

  “Oh my fucking God, Jed…” She bucked up into his mouth.

  He flicked at the tiny nub of flesh, rolled his tongue over it again and again. Drawing her closer and closer to release, holding her there, before turning his head and branding her inner thigh once more.

  One love bite. Two. Three. Four.

  Between his own thighs, his cock ached, harder than it had ever been. It wouldn’t take much for him to erupt. A touch from Chloe, a single breath on his swollen length.

  Not until she comes. Over and over…

  His tongue was buried deep in her pussy when she moved. Catching him completely by surprise.

  With a groan closer to a growl, she scrambled away from him, up the bed.

  “Wh-what…” He stared at her, stunned and dazed with pleasure.

  Breasts heaving, she met his stare for a second, and then closed the small distance between them and crushed his lips with hers.

  Belly to belly, chest to breast, their tongues battled. His cock throbbed, trapped between them. Before he could stop himself, he began to thrust, grinding against the smooth plane of her lower stomach with increasing strokes.

  Dry-humping her. You’re dry-humping her. You’re dry—

  She pulled away, shoved him until his back slammed into the mattress and straddled his face before he could recover.

  Raw delight and hunger rushed through him. His breath filled with the musky scent of her pleasure a heartbeat before he hooked his hands over her thighs and pulled her down onto his mouth, his tongue deep in her sex.

  She rode his face, hips rolling, his name in every breath she panted.

  He fucked her with his tongue, kneading her arse cheeks, her hips, her thighs as he did so. Exploring every inch of her body he could reach.

  Every inch.

  When he pressed his thumb to the tight hole of her anus, at the same time as he sucked on her clit, she stiffened.

  Froze.

  And then came.

  He feasted on her release. Lapped at it.

  She rolled her hips, grinding her sex to his mouth and tongue.

  He didn’t stop. Couldn’t. She was too delicious. Too wild. Too everything he every wanted.

  When she snared one of his wrists and held his hand to the crevice of her butt cheeks, he knew exactly what she wanted.

  Knew and gave it to her.

  Stabbing his tongue into her drenched folds, he pressed a firm finger against her anus once more.

  Once more, she came.

  All over his mouth, his chin.

  It was perfect.

  So perfect.

  “Press, Jed,” Chloe panted, writhing on his face. “Press.”

  He did, penetrating her tight hole with the tip of his finger.

  She came again. With a keening cry and a hitching “oh, fuck yeah”, she came a third time.

  His body cried out in denial when she slid off him. For a moment, he let her lie slumped beside him on the bed, her breath fanning the side of his neck.

  “Wow,” she rasped. “That was—”

  He rose up on the bed, slid a hand into the wild curls at the nape of her neck, and took possession of her lips.

  “Just the beginning,” he murmured against them when he finally ended the kiss.

  She laughed. “So does this mean it’s after?”

  He nodded.

  Her lips twitched. “My turn.”

  Chapter 4

  She threw herself off the bed.

  He laughed behind her, the sound wicked and wonderful and playful all at once. Who knew he’d be so in sync with her?

  No one had been in sync with her until now.

  Her previous sexual partners had all been so serious and brooding and caveman-chest-thumping alpha.

  Boring.

  Jed, however…

  Spinning into a backward skip, she grinned at him. “Every trip and tour I take,” she said, making her way towards the closet, “I pack four silk scarves.”

  He watched her from the bed. The sight of his erection jutting upward from the honey-blond thatch of his pubic hair made her mouth water. The tattoos on his torso did the same. She was going to get the story behind those tattoos out of him before the night ended. But for now, she was getting something else out of him.
/>   “Every trip?” he asked, smoothing a hand over his abs to cup his balls.

  Chloe couldn’t help but hum with delight. That he had no problems touching himself in front of her made her even hornier.

  God, he was perfect.

  “Every trip,” she echoed, reaching the closet. She presented him with her back as she opened the twin doors. “For when I have you exactly where I want you.”

  He propped himself up on his elbows and raised an eyebrow. “On your hotel bed, waiting for you to tie me up?”

  She flicked a coy smile over her shoulder at him. “Yep.”

  “And now that time has finally arrived?”

  Reaching into the closet, she withdrew the four black silk scarves she’d packed with this very moment in mind and then turned back to him, trailing the scarves through her fingers. “It has.”

  He held up a hand, expression expectant. “Then get to it.”

  She grinned at his invitation.

  And then sprinted for the bed.

  He burst out laughing as she threw herself at him, his hands sliding over her hips when he fell backward onto the mattress under her momentum.

  She straddled him, knees pressed to his ribs, arms tucked on either side of his head, her breasts crushed to his chest. “Now,” she murmured against his lips, reveling in the open desire she saw in his eyes, “we should come up with a safe word.”

  “Fog.”

  Warm joy flooded Chloe. “The title of my second album?”

  He nibbled at her lips, smoothing his hands down her back to cup and squeeze her butt cheeks. “Really? I was just thinking of my last tour in London and the word popped into my—”

  She squeezed his ribs with her knees.

  He burst out laughing, kneading her backside with increasing pressure. “Kidding, kidding. The title of your second album.”

  Chloe couldn’t help but preen. “Do you have it?”

  Jed laughed again. “Yes. That make you want to fuck me even more?”

  “Hell, yeah.”

  “Then you’d better do it, before I forget all about the scarves and flip you onto your back and bury myself to the hilt in your—”

  She shut him up with a hungry, punishing kiss.

  He growled into her mouth, his hands on her backside growing as wild as their kiss.

  When she raked her hand down his right arm and circled his wrist, he stiffened beneath her. His cock pulsed, sandwiched between his groin and her pussy.

  Heart fast, she tore her lips from his and straightened away from his upper body.

  He watched her, nostrils flaring as she wrapped one black scarf around his wrist with a firm knot.

  “Other wrist, please,” she said, rolling her hips so her pussy stroked the underside of his erection.

  Wordlessly, he offered her his left wrist.

  Between their bodies, his cock pulsed again.

  Holding his gaze, Chloe wrapped his wrist in another scarf and fixed it with a tight knot.

  “Don’t move,” she instructed, swinging her knee over his hip.

  “Where the fuck else would I want to be?”

  Happiness licked at her core at his question, and the open desire in his voice.

  Twisting on the bed, she crawled down to his knees, very deliberately waving her backside in the air.

  He did exactly what she was hoping he would.

  As she drew closer to his ankles, he sat up and—with a very guttural growl—grabbed her hips with brutal hands and swiped his tongue over the seam of her pussy in a rough invasion. Liquid excitement and need flooded through her at the ungentle caress and she let out a throaty moan, holding herself motionless for a heartbeat as he tormented her sex with his tongue.

  God, it was exquisite.

  Her body thrummed, already on the brink of eruption at the thought of what he was allowing her to do to him. When the soles of her feet began to tingle, when her clit began to do the same, she pulled her hips free of his hands and moved out of his reach.

  He didn’t come after her. Instead, he rested back on one elbow and watched her continue down to his ankles, his gaze burning, his tongue tracing his bottom lip.

  Goddamn it, what were the odds she’d come the second she slid down his enormous length?

  Positioning herself between his spread legs, she tied the remaining scarves around his ankles, knotting each one.

  He watched her.

  She arched an eyebrow at him. “Don’t. Move,” she admonished.

  His lips twitched. “Somehow, I don’t think you’re complaining too much about my reluctance to obey you just now.”

  She grinned, tracing her fingertips up the sculpted lines of his calves to his knees. “True. But I’m still going to punish you for it.”

  Something hot flared in his eyes. “Punish? Is that right? And how exactly are you going to do that?”

  Climbing backward off the end of the bed, Chloe scooped up the scarf wrapped around his right ankle and gave it a tug, straightening his leg and drawing his foot closer to the solid wooden post at the bed’s corner. “By bringing you to the brink of orgasm over and over but not letting you actually, y’know, come.”

  He groaned. His chest heaved. A spasm claimed his cock.

  Chloe hummed her approval at his body’s reaction to her declaration, and then, with another sharp tug, she bound his right ankle to the post.

  Jed’s cock twitched again.

  She moved to his left ankle, this time raising his foot and leg from the bed by the scarf before holding it level with her breasts. She met his stare. “Ticklish?”

  A muscle in his jaw bunched. “Fuck, yeah.”

  Holding his foot still, she bent a little at the waist and traced her tongue up the length of his sole, from heel to the ball of his foot.

  He burst out laughing, trying to snatch his foot away.

  She let him, lowering his leg to the mattress and then tugging his ankle toward the post in the corner.

  Pausing for a second, she met his gaze. “Are you sure?”

  He nodded.

  Chloe’s heart banged faster in her chest. Something tight clenched in her stomach. Nerves?

  “Have you ever been tied up before, Jed?”

  She didn’t know why she asked. Maybe because, on a level she didn’t want to explore at the moment, she wanted to confess to him she’d never tied anyone up before? Maybe?

  “No.”

  His answer sent a rush of that same tightness through her. Her pulse pounded in her ears.

  Breaths short, she licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry.

  Jed Brody was turning out to be a whole bag of delicious surprises, all wrapped up in sinful sexiness and wonderful perfection. Perhaps she really did need to marry him.

  God, what would her father say to that?

  Jesus, Chloe. Now is not the time to think of Dad. Eww.

  Dropping her stare to the end of the scarf in her hand, she proceeded to wrap it around the bed’s post, her heart fast.

  “Chloe?”

  At Jed’s calm voice, she lifted her head.

  His gaze found hers. A smile she could only describe as gentle curled his lips. “It’s all good. We’re going to be fucking incredible together.”

  She smiled in return, tummy fluttering. “We are.”

  Before he could say or do anything else, she climbed onto the bed and crawled up the mattress, sliding her breasts over his groin, his abs, his chest as she did so.

  “Incredible,” he repeated, wrapping an arm around her back and flattening her to his body.

  He captured her lips with his, hungry and far from patient. His cock nudged at her pussy, an intimate prodding that sent wet need into her core.

  Without breaking the kiss, she reached behind her and snared his wrist. Nipping at his bottom lip, she removed his arm from her back and slammed his wrist to the mattress beside his head.

  His cock prodded at her folds. Another groan rumbled in his chest.

  Tearing her lips from
his, she wriggled farther up his body, extending his arm towards the end of the bed. When she aligned her breast with his mouth, he took her nipple with his lips, sucking on the pebbled tip with enthusiasm.

  She stayed motionless in that position for a long moment, the concentrated pleasure of his lips and teeth and tongue on her flesh making her giddy. Finally, drawing on every ounce of willpower she had, she snagged a handful of his hair at the top of his head and withdrew her nipple from his mouth.

  He protested, chasing after her breast with his lips.

  She halted him with a tug on his hair, returning his head to the bed. “Uh-uh,” she scolded, even as she drew her nipple close to his mouth again. Close, but not close enough for him to claim.

  He chuckled, and then closed his eyes and moaned as she slowly slid backward down his body to brush her pussy lips against the tip of his erection.

  “I said incredible, didn’t I?” he asked, breath ragged as she inched her way back up to where she’d been, her breasts directly in front of his face.

  “You did,” she answered. “Now be a good rock star and eat me out while I tie your wrists to the bed.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  She crawled farther up the bed until she kneeled above his face, the tops of her feet resting on his chest. His hot breath fanned her wet sex.

  She looked down at him, at the fire in his eyes as he watched her, the sight of the bottom half of his face hidden by her pussy igniting a primal hunger in her.

  He was hers and she was his.

  Simple as that.

  Slowly, she leant forward on her knees, raking her palms up the sculpted line of his arm towards his wrist as she brought her folds down to his mouth.

  He invaded her pussy with his tongue, lapped at her clit, sucked on it, as she tied first his right wrist and then his left to the bed’s posts.

  For a heady moment, as she knotted the scarf to the left post, the tingling heat of an orgasm threatened to overwhelm her. She hung on the precipice of eruption as Jed tongued her clit, her breath growing shallow and rapid, her heart crazy. And then, just as the soles of her feet began to tingle, she straightened at the waist and lifted her pussy from his masterful mouth.

  “Fuck, Chloe,” he protested, straining against the scarves on his wrists. “Give me back that fucking sweet pussy of yours now.”