What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 7)

by Lexi Buchanan

  The way she handled him so confidently made him want to throw her on her back and climb all over her, in fact if she hadn’t been talking on the phone, she’d be back up against the wall in a flash.

  “No, I didn’t get the autograph.” She ran her hand over the bulge of his dick. “But something else just as exciting came up.” She fixed him with a wicked stare.

  Hot. He latched his hands around her hips, pulling her against him, needing that warm shape of her groin against his dick again.

  She leaned back in his grip, pivoting her hips against his, the expression in her eyes inviting him in.

  “Don’t worry, I’m okay. I’m getting to know a new friend.” Her free hand went up to his neck and she pulled him down for a quick kiss before continuing her conversation.

  “Why don’t you make your way home, and I’ll catch up with you there later on?” She laughed softly in response to whatever the woman on the other end of the phone said. “Oh, I will.” Flapping the phone shut she pushed it back into that tight hip pocket of hers.

  They watched each other silently a moment. She’d put her cards on the table. Her words had been as much for him as her friend.

  Voices passed by the end of the alleyway. She glanced after them, then back at him. The moonlight caught her expression. There was wildness in her eyes and it triggered something inside him. All thoughts of avoiding groupies were vanishing from his mind. She didn’t have a boyfriend, that’s all that really mattered. She wanted him, and she was hotter than hell. Besides, he could maybe talk her out of blabbing about Clayton, if he got her alone for a while. His mind was just about functioning enough to latch on to that reason to pursue her. His dick had its own agenda.

  “My name is Kelly.” She reached out for his hands. Drawing them towards her she put them back on her waist, where they’d been earlier.

  “Tommy,” he murmured, as he ran his hands under her top again, pushing it up. Her bare breasts in his hands compelled him to stroke and mold the soft warm flesh.

  “So, Tommy, do you have to get back to Clayton?” Her voice was a whisper, her eyelids lowering as his hands moved over her breasts.

  “No, there’s a party here onsite, my work is done.” Her top was gathering on the back of his hands, he could see the soft underside of her breasts and bent to suck her nipple through the fabric, partly to stop himself from exposing her completely.

  She whimpered.

  He growled.

  “Shall we go somewhere?” She had one hand up against the doorframe to steady them both. “Because otherwise we might be charged with indecent exposure in a public thoroughfare.”

  He couldn’t help laughing. She had a reckless way about her that was infectious. “Fast mover, aren’t you?”

  She shrugged. “Life is short.”

  She was so right. The physical desire she’d created in him was powerful, demanding fulfillment.

  “You’re not afraid of getting up close and friendly with some guy you’ve just met?”

  “I teach self-defense classes, mister. If anyone should be afraid, you should.” Her quirky grin reassured him she was an adult with all her faculties.

  He gave a slow nod, pleased with her response. There was a definite sense of inevitability about what was happening between them—there was no turning back—but he respected her attitude. She was the kind of strong, self-assured woman he was attracted to, but rarely met.

  He reached out one finger to trace her jaw line. “I’ve got a hotel room a few streets away. It’s an end-of-tour perk for after the party tonight.”

  “Wonderful…but, wouldn’t I be keeping you from the party?” She looked closely at him as she asked, and there was a serious, intense look in her eyes then that made him crave more of her.

  “Right now I’m more interested in the party we can make on our own.” He was totally focused on her, and the party felt a million miles away. In fact, he couldn’t have given a toss about what was going on in the hospitality suite, not anymore.

  “We can always drop by later,” he added, wondering at the same time if that was playing right into her plans to get backstage, but dismissing it just as quickly when her hand closed on his dick.

  “In that case, let’s go,” she whispered, her eyes gleaming with devilment in the moonlight.

  Chapter Two

  The hotel was a compact, modern building, squeezed down a back street near Leicester Square. Kelly darted out of the elevator and along the corridor, until he snatched her back into his arms. Her heart raced, her blood pounded. He’d had his hands all over her, and now they were chasing after each other, practically bouncing off the walls as they kissed and groped their way toward their destination.

  “You’re not going to get all rock and roll on me, and trash the joint?” she teased, when they tripped over a tray that someone had left outside a room, sending the empty teacups rattling in their saucers.

  “I’m not that kind of roadie,” he replied, with a wry smile, “but I do have music.” He tapped his jacket over the inside breast pocket.

  “Excellent.” She kissed him again, briefly running her hands over his chest before backing away.

  “Not so fast,” he said as she tried to break free, locking her against the wall between two doorways.

  Kelly glanced over his shoulder, catching sight of the room they were looking for. She laughed and nodded her head at the door behind him. “Your hotel room is behind you, mister.”

  Without looking, he turned around with her captured in his arms, and backed her towards the room, his powerful legs shifting hers.

  For a woman as strong and independent as she tried to be, his power and attitude hit her like a force ten. The need for sexual combat and the desire to do battle with him ratcheted up inside her, sending her body into overdrive. She was powerfully aroused, ready to fuck hard.

  Holding her up against the door, he rode his body up and down against hers.

  “You must have liked it when I did that to you,” she breathed. “You keep returning the favor.”

  “Too right,” he answered, the corners of his mouth lifting.

  She could feel the hard bones of his hips, the muscles of his thighs and his cock bulging as he moved against her. Her breath dashed out, the direct contact making her dizzy. Her head rolled from side to side. She flooded with unleashed lust—she had to have action soon. She reached out and gave his jaw a gentle bite. The shape of it was so appealing, she was constantly drawn to touch, kiss, and bite it.

  He murmured something unintelligible, pulled the key card from his back pocket, and held it over the slot. He paused. “I want you to know that I don’t usually do this.”

  That tickled her. He might be the big, tough man, the world-traveled roadie, but he seemed to be a bit of an old-fashioned sort too. She reached for the card key, taking it from him and tapping the end of his nose with it. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.” She waggled her eyebrows.

  “You cheeky madam.” His eyes flashed at her, his handsome mouth breaking into a wide grin. He snatched the key card back and swiped it decisively.

  The door clicked open, and she turned into the room, laughing, willing him to chase her.

  The room was small, functional, and dimly lit by a lamp on the bedside table. A big bottle stood next to the lamp, dressed up in a bow. Someone had sent him champagne. Clayton, she guessed. She got maybe five feet away when he grabbed her from behind, his hands on her hips, thumbs looping over the waistband on her hipsters.

  “I thought we agreed you deserve to be punished?”

  She wriggled in his hold.

  He loosed one hand and smacked her across her right buttock.

  She yelped. Even through the leather of her hipsters the smack shot into her, melting her to the spot. Her pulse raced, a heady mixture of rampant lust and the will to challenge him taking hold of her. She broke free and dived at the bed.

  She made it onto the surface of the bed and was on her hands and knees scrabbling ove
r it, laughing, when he snatched at one of her ankles. Pulling her knees from under her, he had her flat on the bed. Climbing over her, he captured her between his knees. He pushed his hands around her waist to reach for her zipper.

  Realizing his intention was to keep her pinned down while he stripped her, she wriggled and jabbed with her elbows, making the task as difficult as possible. He’s going for the pants. It sent a thrill through her, but she wasn’t going down easily.

  “Like it rough do you, Kelly?”

  Oh yes, she thought. He’d said that back at the concert, too, and somewhere deep inside she knew she wanted that, and wanted it badly. She growled back at him, answering in actions, flashing her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder at him.

  He loomed over her, his face in shadow as he wrenched the hipsters down, taking her G-string with them. She clenched her thighs together when she felt her bottom being bared. He bent down and bit her right buttock, marking her skin. The sharp, sudden sensation winded her and she flattened against the bed, her limbs growing momentarily limp. He took advantage of the situation and dragged the pants down the length of her legs.

  “You have the most spectacular arse,” he commented. “I’m going to enjoy spanking it. I want to see it marked with the imprint of my hand.”

  She moaned, pushing her face into the bed covers. Her sex was on fire at the thought of his hands on her, forcing her to take it.

  The sound of her moan seemed to fuel him, because he moved faster, lifting her torso bodily from the bed and then letting her drop down when he’d untied her top and dropped it to the floor. He moved down to her feet. Lifting one foot, he untied the laces on her Doc Martens, prized off one boot and sock, then the other. Tugging her pants and underwear down and off, he had her naked and facedown on the bed within seconds of them entering the room.

  So much for putting up a fight. She chuckled, rising to her knees.

  He sat down heavily beside her and snatched her into his arms, hauling her over his thighs.

  “No,” she cried. Humiliation flashed through her.

  “Oh, yes.” Planting his legs wide to support her, he draped her over them, with her breasts hanging over one leg, her bottom angled up on the other. He stroked the surface of her right buttock with his large, warm palm, moving in a circular motion, and then clutched the cheek in his hand, before moving away.

  Smack. Raw pain seared her bare skin. He really meant it. She hadn’t been expecting this. A playful spank when he’d given chase, yes, but this was something else.

  “Tell me if it’s too much, I’ll forgive you if you can’t take it,” he said, chuckling.

  She couldn’t withhold a whimper. He’d given her an out, a safety zone, but she bit her lip, unwilling to admit defeat so early on.

  He moved his attention to the other buttock, ignoring her whimper. He had one hand against her back, holding her in place over his lap. The other was now working her other buttock up for that first smack.

  The waiting was unbearable, and then she noticed the shadows moving on the floor, elongated, and yet clearly delineating the movement of her prone body. The light was behind her. Fuck. He’d got her on the side of the bed where the lamp stood—he’d be able to see everything from the light thrown onto her splayed bottom. Her sex squeezed tight in response to that realization, and she felt moisture trickle down her labia, maddening her.

  The second spank came, and then he moved his attention back to the first, smacking it several times in quick succession before going back to the second buttock and repeating.

  Pain shot through her, but by the third time something else was moving through her veins, too—a crazed, euphoric feeling. Pleasure was fast becoming bound up with the pain, a strange, growing force taking her over like some sort of drug. Her entire midsection was hot too, painfully hot and aroused, his actions pushing her further into a state of frenzy with every passing second.

  His hand moved again, but instead of repeating the pattern, he plunged it in between her thighs, clutching her exposed pussy.

  It was so unexpected that she cried out with surprise, her entire body jerking up in response.

  “You have the most gorgeous derriere,” he said, thrusting his thumb into her hole, while he worked his forefinger against her clit. “And your pussy looks delicious, so wet, you naughty girl.”

  Her head nearly blew off when he moved his knuckle back and forth over her clit in time with his thumb inside her. Humiliation, pain and pleasure were strange bedfellows, but Kelly was assailed with all three, and she was enjoying every moment of it. She moaned and thrashed, saliva gathering in her mouth. She could hear the slurp of her wet pussy as he worked into it with his thumb. He’d got total control of her. Just as she’d been powerless over his shoulder back at the concert, he had her over his knee and was doing exactly what she had wished for back then, he was taking her, using her, filling her. And it was good.

  Her fingernails scraped the carpet, clutching, feeble and powerless as he worked his thumb into her. “Oh that is so good,” she blurted.

  “You like that, huh?”

  “Yes,” she said, pushing her bottom back, easing her pussy into a better angle on his hand. She wasn’t aware of anything outside of the drive for fulfillment. “Feels so good, I’m on fire.” She bucked her hips, when she felt his thumb rubbing against the front wall of her sex. “You’re going to make me come.”

  “Oh, yes, several times, in fact.” He moved his hand, riding it in and out of her pussy.

  She cried out, her inner muscles clenching on to him, wanting his hand, wanting something else too: that massive hard cock of his. “Fuck me, please,” she cried out, her face burning.

  He gave a dark chuckle, and worked her even harder. “We have to deal with your punishment first, and every time you answer me back you will get spanked again.”

  She blinked away her blurring vision. She didn’t know what she wanted more of first, even if she could decide. He was in charge right now and he could use her as he wished.

  “Do it then. Hurry,” she demanded. She swallowed, resting her fingertips on the floor for balance.

  “That’s better.” He moved the hand he had on her back lower, stroking her tingling buttocks while he still worked her with his other hand. He moved his fingers to the crease at the base her spine and stroked one finger into it. She was already on overload, about to come, when he ran a finger over her anus.

  She had to blink and make an extreme effort to concentrate to keep from falling. As he moved that finger into her anus, easing it inside, her body lost focus. She became a clutching, writhing creature, controlled totally by his hands on her.

  “Tommy,” she gasped, but it was too late to beg him to slow down, too late to try to hang on. Her hips ground against him of their own accord, muscles clutching at the hard intrusion of his thumb as she shuddered into release.

  She struggled for breath. For several moments, she lost touch with where she was, then she felt his hand stroking her back again, soothing her, his breath warm on her back, a gentle kiss dropped on her shoulder, his voice murmuring in the background. He had extracted his finger and thumb, and was caressing the sensitive folds of her pussy with tender, inquisitive fingers.

  Panting, she grasped his thighs with her hands, making an extreme effort to speak. “Tommy, let me up, please. I am about to pass out.”

  He rolled her easily in his arms, lifting her against him and rising to his feet. “Too much for you?” The smile on his face was wicked.

  Never. Quickly gathering herself, she took a deep breath then exhaled it on a casual laugh. “It was pretty good…for openers.” Take that for a challenge, mister.

  He gave a dark laugh, then lowered her and rolled her onto the bed.

  Once again she found herself winded. This man was a force of nature. Struggling to get off the covers, she managed to push herself up, still shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm, and looked over at him.

  His jacket was on the floor. He plug
ged his iPod into the sound system. Hard rock wheeled up around them, filling the room with atmospheric-chugging guitars. The music beat in her blood, rousing her with its powerful rhythm, while she feasted on the sight of him stripping. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his T-shirt over his head. His torso mesmerized her in a split-second. She had felt that strength and power under her hands, but seeing it naked was something else altogether.

  His pecs were well-defined, his shoulders huge. As he moved to drop the T-shirt on the floor, his biceps were cast in light, then shadow, emphasizing their shape and strength. She noticed the hard wall of muscle in his stomach, as he snapped at the buckle of his belt and went for his zipper. His six-pack rippled with movement as he shoved his jeans down the strong columns of his thighs.

  She rolled onto her side, supporting herself on one elbow as she took in the sight of his black Jockey shorts. They were softly molded to his hips, the erection just about captured inside, like the stout branch of a tree bowing out.

  “Great bod,” she murmured under her breath, smiling when he paused and glanced her way.

  “Don’t you get too relaxed, madam.” He kicked the jeans off, then snatched them back up and reached into the back pocket for his wallet.

  “Oh, I’m not relaxed at all, believe me.” She blew him a kiss, nodding at the bulge in his shorts.

  Pulling out a packet of condoms, he tore one off and dropped the rest on the bedside table.

  Kelly rolled closer and snatched the condom packet from his hand. “Allow me to assist.”

  His hair fell forward as he looked down at her, casting his face in shadow, but she could see the tension in his mouth, his lips tightly closed. He pushed his shorts down, kicking them off. His cock bounced out, seeming to lean towards her with intent. It was long and hard, the head burnished red and damp in the lamplight.

  She’d barely recovered from the assault he’d launched on her, but her sex responded, her entire core moving in a reflex action triggered by the need to feel that gorgeous, hard cock inside her. She moved closer, wrapped her hand around its girth, stroking it back and forth. It was hot and rigid, buoying up within her grasp.