Love Me Two Times (Rock Royalty Book 8)

by Christie Ridgway

  “Then hands at your sides.” He tapped one ankle with the toe of his boot, and she obeyed the unspoken command, widening her stance. She whimpered.

  “Shh,” he said, and reached around to pinch one nipple. “Keep quiet.”

  Lust and her heart rate spiked, and she thought her clothes might just burn off her skin. “What if…what if I change my mind?”

  His mouth was at her neck again, and she could feel his lips curl up in a smile. “Are you going to change your mind? Do you want to change your mind?”

  Never. She slowly shook her head.

  Without even acknowledging her unspoken answer, he moved around to face her, and then his gaze ran over her body in that slow, concentrated manner that told her he was trying to decide how to start.

  How to start them on the train that led to her personal paradise.

  One of his long fingers hooked in the strap of her cami and teased it over the cap of her shoulder. Then he did the same on her other side. By the time he was done, her nipples were painful, tight beads, and she was willing him to give them some relief.

  “Pretty,” he said, touching the tip of his finger to one, with a no-pressure pressure that made her want to sob. Then he flicked the other, the firmer touch making everything below her bellybutton clench. Her toes even curled in her shoes.

  Beck glanced up at her face. Then he drew off his shirt, revealing his muscled chest and hard abdominal muscles. Taking her hand in his, he drew her fingers to his own nipples, brushing the tips over them. They constricted to tiny points at her touch.

  “Pinch them,” he told her, and she did.

  “Harder.”

  And she did that, too, aware he was instructing her to do the very things she wanted done to herself.

  “Do you want to taste?” he asked, and at her jerky nod, he stepped into her body. His hand slid into her hair, and he directed her mouth to the rise of his pec muscle. Her tongue found his areola and circled, then she lapped at the crest, short strokes that turned into harder lashes. He grunted, his fingers tightening in her hair as he directed her mouth to his other side. She closed her eyes and tasted his skin, breathing in his heat and with each caress of her tongue imagined it was his mouth on her aching flesh.

  When he stepped back, she was breathing hard and felt dampness at the roots of her hair. She swayed on her feet, and he caught her face in one hand and devoured her with another greedy, dirty kiss, wet and lascivious. Then he fisted the stretchy fabric of her top between her cleavage and yanked it to her hips in one jerk.

  The air felt cool on her exposed skin, and he chased the goosebumps with the back of his knuckles—down the valley between her breasts to the sensitive skin over her ribs. He reached beneath her bunched cami to tickle her belly button with the tip of one finger, and then pressed in and out with shallow strokes. Need rippled down her spine, and her hands curled into fists to keep from reaching for him.

  But she knew he could sense her wants, because he took a seat on the side of the bed and drew her near, arranging her so her legs were flanking his. Grasping one side of her waist in his hand to hold her still, he brought his mouth to her breast. She jolted at the first wet touch, and his fingers squeezed to hold her in place.

  He lavished attention on first one breast then the other, lifting the globes in his free palm to feed the sensitive, aching flesh to his mouth. He laved and tickled, he lashed and then he sucked, and she felt the tug travel straight to her clit.

  Now she couldn’t hold back her noise. Without redirecting his attention, Beck reached up with his free hand and slid two long fingers into her mouth.

  Closing her eyes, she moaned, the sound muffled by the digits as she sucked and licked and felt so turned on she feared she might climax before he managed one fondle below the beltline.

  “Baby.” He lifted his head from her breast, but left his hands in place, the one at her waist, fingers firm on her, the other still engaged by her avid mouth and tongue. “Don’t get yourself off.”

  Just that order nearly did, though.

  Her clit vibrated against her constricting clothes, making it feel like a thumb struck by a hammer, swollen and throbbing with each pulse beat. She wanted her jeans and panties off, off, but she could only wait for him to decide. It made the pleasure twist, taking her higher, because through this she trusted someone else to take care of her.

  Beck would take care of her.

  The thought made her relax, and he squeezed her waist again in approval and pulled his fingers from her mouth.

  “Pants off,” he said briskly, and in moments she was fully bare.

  As well as breathing hard.

  He rose to stand over her, and with him half-dressed her nakedness made her feel vulnerable and even more aroused. He walked around her, inspecting her body like a general surveying his troops, and she found herself holding her breath.

  From behind her, he trailed a finger down her spine to her tailbone. Her body vibrated in response, and she was so attuned to him she could feel the trace of his gaze over her shoulders, her waist, her hips. Her bottom.

  “You are so beautiful,” he said, his tone admiring.

  At the compliment, warmth spread over her.

  “Now,” he said, new steel in his voice, “spread those legs and bend over the mattress.”

  She gasped as the crude order fired her blood like a match to gasoline. Her skin prickled with hot chills followed by cold, and her head went woozy.

  Lying down on the bed seemed a good idea before she fell across it.

  Then she was in the position he’d commanded, belly on the spread, toes on the floor. Her body quivered as she waited for his next touch, his next directive. As the seconds ticked by without either, her nerves tightened, and a dark well opened up inside her. Loneliness.

  God, she knew it so well. Something she’d likely first become acquainted with in that hospital crib recovering from surgeries without a mother at her side. Be calm, she told herself now. Beck’s here. Any second now, his caress or the sound of his voice would center her. But the moments stretched, and the darkness settled over her, a smothering presence.

  Finally, unable to hold herself back any longer, she lifted her head to peer over her shoulder. Relief poured through her when she saw him standing behind her. His gaze instantly shifted to her face.

  “Hey.” The mattress dipped as he sat beside her and tucked her hair behind her ears. “Are you okay?”

  With just that touch, all the darkness lifted. She nodded.

  But he didn’t look convinced as he studied her, rubbing the back of two knuckles against her hot face. “Do you want to stop?”

  But it was too late to stop, Jewel realized, staring at his handsome features and the concern in his eyes.

  Much too late, she thought, suddenly understanding the source of that fatalism that had flowed through her earlier. She was in love with Beck. More than twenty months before, she’d fallen for him and his intense, bossy ways that twined with some deep need inside her.

  Neither time nor distance had changed the depth or breadth of that feeling she had for him.

  “Sugar,” he whispered, then leaned down to kiss her cheek. She turned her head so their lips met, and the kiss that started out as comfort became voluptuous, deep and drugging.

  Jewel’s hand reached for his hard thigh and then slid across denim to find his cock beneath the fabric.

  She shaped it with her palm, and he ended the kiss.

  “You’re back with me then,” he asked, his voice thick.

  Remembering she wasn’t to speak, she squeezed the hard length in answer. Her desire was building again, despite knowing how she really felt about him—or perhaps because of it. Her body loved his, too.

  She ran the heel of her palm up his erection, and then down.

  “You should remember that’s against the rules,” he said, staying her hand. “You’ll have to pay the price.”

  She almost smiled at the irony of the words. Falling in love
with a wandering man was surely against the rules too, and she figured she’d be paying for it for the rest of her life.

  Beck decided to change things up—he needed to see her face, because for a moment she’d gone nervous on him. Not the usual, delicious sexual nervous that came from anticipation of the unknown, but something else.

  He took her hand off his cock and drew her up so that she curled into his lap. God, he loved her naked body, the sleek curves, the smooth skin. The side of her breast pressed to his chest, and he wanted her over him, so that he could take a nipple into his mouth while one hand cupped her ass and the other teased her clit.

  But first…

  “What scared you?” Had he been too rough with the orders? But she’d responded perfectly to each one. There’d been a change in her, though. He’d seen it in those wide eyes of hers looking over her shoulder.

  She hesitated.

  He kissed her forehead. “Tell me.”

  “I needed…something. Your touch. Your voice. I needed to know you were there.”

  “Good girl.” He touched his mouth to her temple. “That helps to hear.”

  Lifting her face, she kissed his chin. That sweet gesture cranked his motor—on a low hum—up to high again. He lowered his mouth to take hers, and she gave herself up to it, her arms circling his neck.

  They both were breathing hard when he lifted his head.

  I needed…something. I needed to know you were there.

  And it was his pleasure and his obligation to provide for that need. Spying his T-shirt on the floor, he scooped it up and then used his teeth on the bottom hem. It wasn’t easy with her in his arms, but he wasn’t going to let go of her just yet. He finally managed to separate a long narrow strip of cotton from the rest of the shirt.

  Her wide eyes asked the question she didn’t.

  “Give me your hand,” he said. And when she offered it up, he wound the navy blue strip around her delicate wrist, then tied the ends to create the facsimile of a bracelet. It struck him then, that the jewelry designer didn’t often wear baubles herself. The notion made him like that fabric adornment of his even more.

  His mark, he thought, and didn’t even flinch at the possessive satisfaction he got out of the thought.

  Now he kissed the back of her hand. “Me,” he said, and next kissed the piece of “jewelry.” “Touching you. Letting you know I’m here.”

  She looked down at the material with a secret smile, then up at him, eyes shining. Face beginning to flush.

  And he knew she was with him again. All the way.

  Leaning over, he pulled back covers to reveal soft white cotton sheets. With a hand on her behind, he boosted her off his lap and urged her to stretch out on them, her head on a plump pillow.

  “My rules again,” he whispered in her ear. “Stay where I put you. Don’t speak.”

  She shuddered, and now he lifted her arms over her head, then enfolded the fingers of one hand over the bracelet on her wrist. “Touching you,” he murmured again. “Letting you know I’m here.”

  Her smile bathed him in sunshine, and then he let his gaze drift from it to her body. Full breasts, tight nipples, the lips of her sex, nearly hidden by her thighs that were pressed tightly together.

  Still wearing his pants, Beck arranged himself next to her, on his side. Then he kissed her softly, and as she opened her mouth to him, he used his hand to separate her thighs. On a sigh, she let him draw up one of her knees, exposing more of her.

  He lifted his head and went up on one elbow, casting his glance down her body to where his fingers rested on the mound of her sex. “You owe me for touching my cock without permission,” he said in a conversational tone. “I wonder what I should do.”

  She inhaled a sharp breath, and he felt a new tension enter her body.

  With a sidelong look, he checked on her, making sure she was in a good space. Her delectable mouth was half-open, a spot of pink crested each cheek, and her breasts quivered with every ragged inhale.

  Perfect.

  “You’ll keep your eyes closed the entire time,” he decided. “You won’t open them until I say you can.”

  Trust furled like an untethered ribbon in the air between them. Then he saw her hand take a tighter hold on her wrist, and on a sigh, she closed her eyes.

  His cock jumped, and warm wonder moved through him. She had given herself into his care, even after her moments of doubt before.

  At the Velvet Lemons compound, sex had been impossible to miss and easy to come by. He’d been a kid when he’d watched naked starlets cavorting in the hot tub and pool. He’d been given his first blow job by a woman probably twice his age who’d been goaded into the act by some craggy music producer. Who watched.

  The first time he’d had full-on sex had been in the media room at his father’s house, and it had been to the tune of three other couples moaning and groaning around him while a porn flick played on the big screen.

  Intimacy hadn’t been a necessity—or even a facet—of getting off then. It had just been friction and wet and surge and throb, and you might come by watching the girl doing reverse-cowboy on the guy across the room despite the lips of another chick sucking you down. You might climax between some model’s thighs and then realize you were hungry and walk off to find food while she had to use her hand or find some other man to finish her off.

  That had been what he’d seen. That had been what he’d done.

  Now, Beck craved more.

  And as he made himself a place between Jewel’s legs, he knew she could provide what he thirsted for. Inhaling deeply, he drew in the scent of her arousal, a flowery, creamy scent that had him grinding his denim-covered cock against the mattress. Her lips were still mostly closed, hiding what he wanted, and he pushed her knees up and out, butterfly position, then thumbed her open.

  She flowered then, the lips unfurling to show him the deep pink skin, glistening with her desire. He groaned. “Baby, you are swollen and sweet-smelling, and I’m going to eat you up.”

  Her body went rigid, but he didn’t let that stop him from taking her into his mouth. He ate at her like he promised, using his lips and his teeth and his tongue. He bathed her from opening to clit with the broad flat of it, then lashed at the crest of her sex with the tip.

  Placing one hand flat on her abdomen below her navel, he stiffened his tongue into a spear and fucked her with it, reaching inside as deep as he could. Her hips tried to move, but he held her down and could hear how that affected her breathing.

  She was almost there.

  So he lifted his head and backed completely away from her, taking his hands from her skin so she didn’t feel him anywhere.

  Except at her wrist.

  He watched her fingers tighten on it and watched her body calm. When her breathing had quieted some, he leaned down to kiss her nipple, smearing some of her arousal on the still-beaded point.

  “Time to start again,” he murmured, and smiled when she whimpered.

  He took her to the edge and backed off three times.

  On his fourth go between her legs, her inner thighs quivered as he began licking her again, light and easy at first, then with a firmer touch. Finally, he slid two fingers inside her, and her inner muscles clutched at them desperately and then frantically as he focused all his attention on her clit. The little nub seemed to pulse against his tongue, and he toyed with it as he fucked her with his fingers, her juices gushing into his palm.

  Her entire body was quaking, and he glanced up to see her eyes tightly closed and her upper teeth deep in her full bottom lip.

  Time, he thought, and shoved his fingers high and sucked on her clit.

  She shook and rocked and made muffled noises as she came and came and came. And when she finally quieted and Beck could slide his hand from her body he felt like his cock was as tall as he was.

  “Open your eyes, sugar,” he said, shoving off his pants and boxers one-handed. “You did so well.”

  Her lids parted languidly and t
hen widened as she saw him standing beside the bed, buck-naked and with a condom rolled over his erection. Holding up the hand that had serviced her, he turned it this way and that, showing off the moisture coating it. “This is your cum,” he said, and smeared it over the raging, swollen head of his latex-covered cock.

  Staring at it, she licked her lips.

  “Do you think this is enough lubrication to get inside you, sweetheart? You’re tight, and I’m feeling huge right now.” His hand took a lazy path down the shaft and then back up.

  She shook her head, her gaze still on him.

  “You can talk now,” he said. “Rules are relaxed.”

  Her eyes shifted to his. “It’s not enough. I…I better get it—”

  “Yeah.” He dropped to his knees on the mattress and moved closer to her. “Get it nice and wet, though it’s still going to be pretty big for you.”

  A shiver wracked her body at that, and then she proved herself not above payback as she tortured him with her hot mouth and slick tongue for long, long minutes. But it remained his power to grant, so when he finally could endure no more, he pulled himself from her sultry mouth and positioned her on her elbows and knees.

  “Eyes forward,” he said, his voice rough. “Don’t look back.”

  Did that make him a mean bastard?

  He really just had to witness again that she could give herself up to him—that there was blind trust between them. And she did give herself up. As he pushed inside her hot, tight cleft, she clamped one hand over the braceleted wrist and pushed her hips back to take more of him inside. He shuddered at the goodness of it, at the ache in his chest and the lust in his blood as she yielded to him.

  Reaching around her body, he found her clit again, stroking it as he moved in and out of her sweet, heated clasp. The climax rushed up from his heels, wound around his balls, pulling them tight to his pelvis. Then semen shot up his shaft, and he flooded the condom in great, belly-hollowing pulses.

  She stiffened beneath him, moaned low and sweet, her own second orgasm blooming. When it faded, when the quakes had turned to intermittent tremors, they both collapsed.