by Thia Finn
“Can we leave now, please?” he whispered in my ear in a smooth low tone. “As fun as this is dancing, I want you all to myself for a while before I have to go.”
All I could do was nod because my mind was on that bite and the way it reduced me to liquid on the spot. I wasn’t sure I could even use my words at that point. He sent a text on our way off the floor and threw a wad of cash on our table as we walked by. He took my hand and led me out the door to the waiting limo. The driver didn’t have time to get out before Gunner had the door open. We both hopped in, and the driver took off.
“Wow. That was fast.” I turned and looked at him just before he lowered his mouth to mine and lit me up with a kiss that made my toes curl. This guy could seriously kiss. He pulled back long enough to push a button sending the window up blocking the driver’s view, leaving us completely alone on a nice big bench seat. My mind rapidly formed a scene of a perfect night of seduction and smokin’ hot sex.
“Does he know where we’re going?” I asked as the scorching kisses pinned me to the seat. He pulled back and looked at me.
“Okay, here’s the deal, Lola. I like you, a lot. Like, I’d love to find a way to see you again before we leave Europe, but right now all we have is tonight. If you’re not on board with this, you need to tell me now, and I’ll have the driver take you wherever you want to go. I’ll understand completely if that’s what you want to do, and I’ll still want to see you again before we head to the States. Otherwise, he’s taking us to our hotel where I have a room to myself for the night, and I’d love to share it with you. So, the decision’s yours.”
The look in his eyes said everything I needed. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him. It was a one-night stand, which I had never actually done before, but I wanted this now with Gunner. I didn’t answer him with words. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips with everything I had in me as my answer to his offer. It must have been the response he was looking for, if the low growl that came from his throat was any indication.
He pulled my body to cradle me across his lap and held me close to him. “I have to stop kissing you now, or it’s happening in the back seat of the car, and I don’t want that. As much as I’d love to throw you down on that seat and fuck you seven ways to Sunday right this very minute, I prefer to have you under me in my bed so I can do all sorts of delicious things to this hot little body.”
Talk about melting me on the spot. Oh God. I didn’t know if I could wait after that comment. Thankfully, the car stopped, and Gunner hit the button so the window between the three of us would go back down. “Thanks, dude. We’re good for the night so you can go home.” The driver nodded his head affirming the directions, once again Gunner not waiting so the driver could let us out.
We entered the beautiful hotel and caught the elevator before the polished doors closed. An elderly man and woman stood against the back wall. Gunner and I turned and faced the doors. When I glanced at him, I knew exactly what he was thinking. Thankfully, we stopped at our floor first or the cameras might have recorded a steamy show.
I stepped through in front of him at the door to his room. He hit the light switch, and soft lighting illuminated the mini-suite. He walked up behind me and wrapped around my waist with one hand while the other curled around in my hair moving it off my shoulder. He found the exact spot below my ear where he drove me crazy on the dance floor. I leaned back into him as he licked and bit his way down my neck. God, it felt so good. I was ready to rip his clothes off and fuck him no matter what day of the week it happened to be because right that second, I had no clue.
I turned in his arms and put my hands on the neck of his t-shirt. I stretched up and kissed his lips, then his chin, then his throat, then just above the neck of his shirt. “You know if this was off, I could have a lot more room to work.” That was all he needed. The t-shirt disappeared in one smooth move. I lost my composure at that exact moment. The body I saw from the audience was to die for, but up close and personal was beyond words. I found his skin warm and smooth as I left open-mouth kisses on my way down and across those beautiful tattoos on his pecs. His nipples were dark next to the colors of his ink, and I couldn’t resist running the tip of my tongue over the flat surface. He sucked in a breath when I lightly nipped the little bud with my teeth.
He tried to take over at that point, but I was having none of it. He had teased me the entire time he was on stage with those tattoos and lickable abs, and I planned to have my fill. His long fingers tugged lightly on my hair as I continued my way down his taut body. Those shredded abs at eye level were even more than I hoped for when I was drooling on the venue floor. I ran my nails lightly down the cuts and followed each one with my tongue. While my tongue was busy caressing tanned flesh, I couldn’t help but notice the outline of his hard cock pushing behind his zipper, so I slid my hands down and around it over the jeans that restricted him. A slow, low growl escaped his lips.
I couldn’t take it any longer. It was pure evil torture when she dropped to her knees in front of me and ran her nails and tongue across my body, but when she palmed my dick on the outside of my jeans, I almost nutted right there like a fourteen-year-old looking at his first porn. She tested my limits when I tried to pull her up by swatting my hands away. I’d never had a woman so insistent to have her way.
She finally made it to the happy trail leading down into my jeans with that magic tongue of hers and reached up to undo the button. She took her sweet time sliding the zipper down, tooth by metal tooth. Hell, maybe she was afraid of what she was going to find on the other side of it. She had already had my hard cock in her hand and knew what she was getting. Finally, she pulled the two sides apart and his head was sticking out the top of my boxer-briefs. He was red and swollen and looked angry at me for allowing her to torture him. Before she even pulled him all the way out, she took that damn torture device in her mouth and licked the bead of liquid sitting on the top of the head. I literally could not breathe anymore. If she was planning on blowing me, she needed to get the fuck on it. Right then, I truly didn’t care what she was going to do, as long as it was something. I was feeling desperate. I wanted to take over but knew she wasn’t having it.
“What do you want me to do?” She looked up at me with those beautiful dark eyes and slick lips and asked me this like she was innocent of what was about to happen here.
I swallowed hard and then finally got the words out; my voice was tight. “Uh, what do you want to do, Lola?”
“I want to put that in my mouth. Are you okay with that?”
WHAT. THE. FUCK? Did she not know I would be okay with it? Okay, I could talk to her. I usually talked a lot during sex. I had a dirty mouth. Most women said they didn’t like it, but when I started talking about licking their pussies, it usually did the trick. I could do this. “Yes, Lola. I am more than okay with you sucking my cock.” I wanted to roar a loud please at this point, but I didn’t want her to think I was totally desperate. Oh, if she only knew how desperate she had me.
“Right. I thought you would be but wanted to check.” Now she was teasing him, but he wasn’t in the mood right then.
“Please.” Yeah, that sounded like a plea, even to me.
“Okay,” and with that, she wrapped my cock in her small soft hand and untangled it from my underwear. She put her tongue at the base and licked up the vein along the bottom and then down the other side. When she licked back up the second time, she swirled that beautiful pink tongue around the spot right below the head, and I thought I was a goner. My head lolled back, and she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked him down as far as she could while one hand held fast to the base and the other moved to cup my balls. The feeling was euphoric. I swear my eyes rolled back in my head, but I wanted to see her lips wrapped around him, so I had to focus. Nothing excited me more than to see a woman with her lips completely around my dick, and Lola didn’t disappoint. Her dark pink lips encased around him almost caused me to blow my load when I dropped my eyes. I q
uickly looked away from the erotic sight. I had to.
She proceeded to deep throat my cock and the muscles that constricted when she swallowed him completely stole my breath from my lungs. That’s only happened with a few women because they would choke before getting him all in but not this girl. She knew what she was doing, and I fucking loved it until the thought crossed my mind.
Wait a minute. Who taught her how to do this? Did she do this often? Was she some kind of deep throat freak? No, it couldn’t be. She was too nice to have this much practice at taking a dick to the throat this way.
Her lips, tongue, and hands kept working me, and I could feel myself about to let go. “Lola, you have to stop, or I’m coming in your mouth.” She looked up at me and stopped.
“Oh, I figured you would want to.” She squirmed on her knees.
“Hell yeah I want to, but I would rather be inside you the first time.” I pulled her up off the floor and kissed her. I could taste myself on her tongue, and I was okay with that, but I wanted to spend some time pleasing her, as well. This whole night seemed so off to me. This girl made me forget my usual game plan. I was good with spontaneity, but I always made sure my women had a few orgasms. The way this was going, I didn’t know how I would last long enough to give her that pleasure.
I kissed her and started sliding the stretchy little dress she was wearing down her body. When her braless tits popped free, I was in love. She had beautiful, full, round natural breasts. I palmed the warm globes and rolled her nipples lightly between my thumb and index finger, the moan from her mouth to mine letting me know she enjoyed the pleasure of it. I needed a taste, so I kissed down the right handful and took the stiff peak in my mouth while continuing to tease the other. She arched into my mouth and moved her fingernails to my scalp lightly scraping it in circles. After showing the other one the same attention, I needed more from this too hot body, so I put my hands under her thighs and lifted, wrapping her legs around me. The deep kiss we shared was almost brutal with us both ready to seek more hidden pleasures.
“Babe, it’s going to be rough. I’m so fucking hot for you. No more waiting. Please.”
“Thank God. I need you in me now, Gunner.” Hot damn, I thought I’d met my match. I laid her down on the bed and slid that little spandex number off her body, leaving her in a tiny piece of lace and heels. I wrapped my index finger around the bottom of the lace triangle of the G-string, feeling the wetness behind it before I slid it down her legs in one smooth move. She was gorgeous lying there nude on my bed with that thick, dark hair fanned out around her on the white sheets.
“Gunner, please. Hurry.”
“You are so fucking beautiful, Lola, and I’ll get back to every inch of this smooth skin later.”
“Good, later.” She was sucking in a breath like she couldn’t get enough oxygen. I stroked my cock a couple of times and then sheathed it with a condom from my pocket before climbing above her. I rubbed my dick up and down her crease teasing her with a slight push when I passed over her entrance coating myself with her slickness more and more each time. I guessed she’d had all she could take because she unhooked her legs from behind me, grabbed my ass when I did it on the next pass, and caught me off guard causing me to plunge inside. I hardly ever did that because of my dick’s girth, and I wouldn’t want to start out hurting a woman before the fun even got started.
She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. “Lola, are you okay? I’m so sorry if I hurt you.” She finally opened her eyes again and smiled at me.
“That was so fucking good. Do it again just like that.” It seemed as though my little minx liked it as rough as I did. I pulled back and then dropped in balls deep only to pump into her hard and long, over and over. Damn, it was so fucking good.
“This sweet pussy likes it hard and rough,” I said as I pulled her legs up and over my shoulders. “I can give you exactly what you fucking need, ma chéri.”
“Then do it, Gunner, dammit. Harder.”
Her comment spurred my ego enough to give her everything she wanted.
The rest of the night rated up there with one of the best in my life. I don’t know how many times we had sex, but she was insatiable. I think I might have met my match in bed, too. I had to set my alarm on the phone at some point because I was afraid I would miss the bus the next morning. When we finally both fell asleep, I was tapped out.
Gunner’s alarm brought me out of a dead sleep curled beside his warm, hard body. How did one person throw off that much body heat? I always slept with a sheet and maybe more than one blanket. Not with him beside me. I had most of the sheet covering me, and his naked body provided a view worth waking up and finding. Even in a completely relaxed state, his body was something to study as an exquisite male form. Those colorful adornments added to the complete package-no not that package-of the perfect male.
Speaking of that package, I hadn’t had sex with too many different partners in my life and let me just say: it was the best sex ever. We had to face reality, though. I ran my hand up and down his beautiful bicep slowly and said in a low soft voice, “Gunner, wake up. Your alarm is going off.” After a few tries, he finally rolled his head in my direction and looked at me with a blank stare, which threw me off. I don’t think he knew who I was, and that gave me a weird feeling to think I was just another woman in his bed after a concert.
I sat up and looked around for my clothes. They were at the foot of the bed where he stripped them off of me in a frenzy to get me naked. I slid out of the sheet on my side of the bed and crawled around to the foot finding my panties lying between me and my dress. I picked them up along with my dress and went to the bathroom to clean up as best I could and even used the hotel toothpaste on my finger. Morning breath was not happening. I never planned to spend the whole night, and now I wished I would have snuck out instead of falling asleep.
When I came out, he was dressed but still barefoot. He skirted around me and mumbled, “My turn.” I sat and quickly slid on my shoes. He was only in there a few minutes, but when he came out, he pulled me up from the chair where I was attempting to buckle the straps and kissed me deeply. Obviously, he had found the toothpaste, too.
While I was truly enjoying this morning tongue teaser, I pulled away and was met with those eyes, now a turquoise color, staring down at me. At well over six foot, he easily looked down at my five foot, five inches. “Uh, I guess I should run. I know you need to get back to the bus before they leave you here.” I offered him an easy smile.
“They won’t leave me. As long as I’m there sometime close to departure. Are you ready to head out?” Oh, wow. He must be ready for me to leave.
“Yeah, I guess I am. I love doing the walk of shame thing in my dress and heels.” I tried to keep things light. I didn’t want him thinking I expected anything from him. I’m a big girl and could see myself to the hotel entrance, so I picked up my wristlet and headed for the door.
“Wait a sec. Where are you going so fast?” He moved quickly to catch my arm and spun me around. So he wanted a goodbye kiss after a night of fucking?
“I thought you were ready for me to leave.” I didn’t know what else to say.
He gave me a strange look. “Let me get on my shoes. You’re not leaving here alone.” I didn’t know how to respond, so I nodded.
“I’m dying for some fucking coffee. We didn’t get much sleep last night.” With that comment, he gave me one of his panty-melting smiles, and I stood there with my mouth gaping open. He dropped my arm and raced around the room looking for one of his Chucks. “Oh, shit, where’s my damn phone? It’s not in my jeans. Can you call it, please?”
“Uh, sure. What’s your number?” He didn’t answer right away, and I looked up to see him giving me a little smirky looking smile.
“What?” I asked.
“That’s supposed to be my line…is this a trick to get my phone number for later? Because if it is, I like it.”
My inner smart-ass came out. It was too early to be messing with
my head. “That would be a big NO. I don’t need your number.” I threw my phone across the room, nailing him in the chest. Playing softball all those years paid off even if I never threw a ball again in my life.
He grabbed it with an ugh just as it hit him. “Damn, girl. Remind me not to piss you off. If your right hook’s anything like your pitch, I would be in trouble.”
It was my turn to smile. I followed with the most innocent look a girl can muster while wearing last night’s clothes and make-up and gave him a little curtsy. “Oui monsieur.”
After finding his phone, we walked out the door hand-in-hand with grins on our faces all the way down in the elevator. Thankfully, there was no one there to greet us. He texted Carter to see if he was still in the hotel, and Carter promptly texted he would be right down and get him some coffee, too. They spent enough time together and knew the routine, so Gunner ordered four coffees to go at the café inside the hotel. The bellman hailed a cab for us, and we headed for the parking lot where the tour bus waited.
The doors to the luxury bus were standing open, surrounded by a sight to behold. All of Assured Distraction was standing around waiting to board. It was as though the entire group waited until the last minute since they were stuck on there for long hours. The band naturally posed together, made a scene any photographer would have died to get to shoot. With their Adonis bodies, beautiful smiles surrounded by long hair, and gorgeous faces, the epitome of rock and roll greeted us.
While Carter pulled the beautiful woman right to the steps so the others could watch the public display of an x-rated kiss, Gunner pulled me down the side of the bus away from the group. Some privacy was nice.
