by Alyson Hale
Eddie leads me out to the dance floor, where we force our way into the center of the mass of thrashing bodies. He places his hands on my hips. I hold on to his stony biceps, willing myself not to drool over how hard and big they feel underneath my palms. I try to keep my movements conservative, but the pumping EDM beat gets my blood racing. Before I’m aware of what I’m doing, I’m grinding right beneath his manhood, letting my hands wander up his arms and underneath the flaps of his jacket. I might seem desperate, but this is the man I’ve been dreaming of all my life. I couldn’t resist him even if I tried, especially with my inhibitions out of the way.
Taking his cue from me, Eddie slips his hands down over my ass, keeping his gaze glued to mine the whole way. I gasp in shock when his hips thrust toward my belly and he presses himself tightly against me, letting me feel every inch of his length underneath his jeans. I look up into his hooded eyes. His chest begins to heave with repressed desire.
He feels so warm, so masculine...and every inch of him is firm and unforgiving.
“You’re hard for me.” A smile cracks my face. Maybe having Lance buy me this outfit wasn’t such a waste after all.
Eddie leans down and speaks lowly into my ear. “Well what do you expect, showing up here looking like a rocker’s goddamn wet dream?”
Blushing, I giggle and pull him in closer. Every doubt I had prior to this moment that Eddie liked me is gone, thanks to the hard evidence underneath me. Our bodies press together until we’re rippling against each other in sync. I can feel his muscles push and pull against mine in orchestrated movements. It makes my core feel full and heavy. I want this man, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. And whether or not I can ever have him again, I want him tonight.
As if reading my mind, Eddie leans down and connects his lips with mine. Desire spirals through me on overdrive, scorching every nerve in my body. When I suck his lower lip into my mouth, the sharp, bitter flavor of whiskey and cigars hits my tongue. He is everything rough and masculine and I love it. Thinking about having him inside me doesn’t scare me at all. I need Eddie Turner to be my first. I may never want another man, but this time only, I’m willing to take that risk.
Chapter 10
Eddie
Fuck me. She tastes every bit as heavenly as I knew she would: like peaches and honey with just a little dash of vanilla from the Irish cream liquor. My tongue is inside her mouth, licking up every last drop of her flavor that I can reach, but it’s still not enough. I need to taste her in wicked places, and I can’t do that here. We need to get out of this club before I lose my shit and start fucking her right here in the middle of the dance floor.
I call the driver and have him pull the limo up to the rear of the club. Elyza and I manage to get inside the back seat before anyone spots us. I use a remote control put up the privacy window between us. The last thing I want is some other man catching a glimpse of what’s mine. I’m keeping this unbelievably sexy woman all to myself.
To my surprise, as soon as the limo rolls away from the curb, Elyza climbs into my lap and straddles me. She crashes her lips down to mine, taking what she wants without a second of hesitation. I lay my hands on top of her slim waist, feeling my way underneath the hem of her tight red skirt. My fingers get caught in a flimsy strip of fabric on the way down. I groan into her kiss.
“How did you know I’m a sucker for G-string thongs?” I growl.
Elyza grins against my lips. “Lucky guess.”
I reach my hands under her skirt and thong and take two handfuls of her arse cheeks, squeezing them tightly. Elyza releases my lips and bites back a squeal.
“Scream as loudly as you want, sweetheart,” I tell her with a grin. “That window is mirrored and soundproofed. This space is all ours until I give him the word to stop.”
“Mm, power. I like it.” She devours my lips again. I thought this girl was sweet and innocent when I met her, but tonight she’s like a caged wild animal begging for release. She wants me and she’s not afraid to take me for herself. That makes me want her even more, and with the amount of sheer need I was already feeling for her, I didn’t think that was possible.
I lay her down on the leather seat and run my hands up her gorgeous, smooth legs. I haven’t been able to stop staring at them all night. They tremble slightly underneath my fingertips. I hook my fingers underneath the hem of her skirt and pull it up to reveal her black lace thong. I can see everything through the sheer fabric, including how drenched she is for me. My mouth waters when her sweet scent travels up to my nose. Her pussy smells like her mouth tastes.
“How does it look down there?” Elyza asks, sounding a touch self-conscious.
“You are stunning, Elyza,” I answer in full honesty. “Every inch of you is lovely.”
Her color deepens as she beams at me. I lean down and kiss her over top of the thin lace. Elyza’s hips shake against the seat. I run my tongue up and down the outline of her slit, groaning when her flavor fills my senses. Slowly, I drag her thong to the side, revealing her perfect pink pussy. She reminds me of the inside of a conch shell fresh from the ocean. Holding her hips down, I brace her against the seat and find her pearl with my tongue. I cup my mouth around her mound and swirl my tongue around her clit. Elyza moans desperately. Her hips jerk against my firm grip. I let her move, and she starts grinding against my tongue.
I trace two fingers down her slit and dip them into her center. They come out soaking wet. Feeling how ready she is for me, I have a harsh, primal urge to stroke myself, but I force myself to wait. Her hot, wet pussy wrapped around me is going to feel much better than my calloused hand.
Flicking my tongue against her pearl, I dip my fingers in further, and they hit a barrier. My mind churns with disbelief.
No fucking way. This gorgeous young vixen in my arms can’t be a virgin. It’s too good to be true.
“You’ve never done this before?” I ask, my mouth and chin still swimming in her juices.
Elyza’s face and neck redden. She shakes her head.
I move up toward her face and scoop her into a kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue. “Are you sure this is how you want to do this?” I ask. If I had known she was a virgin, I would have worked to make her first time more special.
Elyza’s naughty little smirk makes an appearance. She has no idea how mad she’s driving me right now. “In the back of a freaking limo with a rock god like you? Yes, please. Now get your mouth back down where it belongs, Eddie Turner.”
I laugh at her bossiness and kiss her one more time. Moving away from her lips, I suck my way down her neck to her chest. We help each other take our tops off. When her breasts fall free, uninhibited by any sort of undergarment, I feel a shudder of desire pass through me. They’re as pert and round as fresh peaches, but only her small nipples match the color. I take one in each hand and roll my thumbs around her tiny buds, massaging her to bring her sensory pleasure to its peak. Her mouth drops open, and she beholds me with the most irresistible look of yearning.
She’s so fresh and young and innocent and beautiful and definitely not at all what I deserve. That doesn’t mean I’m going to hesitate one second to make her mine.
I clamp my lips around her right nipple and slide my tongue around it in a perfect circle. Then I give the left nipple the same attention. I kiss my way down her soft belly, teasing her slit with my thumb simultaneously. I wasn’t expecting her to have a navel piercing, but she does and I find her that much more attractive for it. Everything about this little angel is perfect. I can’t find a single thing about her I don’t like.
My lips find their way back to her clit again and I suck it into my mouth, pressing two fingers into her tight channel. They don’t have very far to go before I hit her barrier. I work the entrance of her untouched sanctum, slowly stretching her out so I won’t have to put her through too much pain. It isn’t long before she shakes uncontrollably against me.
“I’m gonna come,” she whines.
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nbsp; “Say my name,” I command. I switch my tongue and fingers, not missing a beat. I want to feel that barrier against my tongue, the proof that I’m the first man to taint this perfect angel, just once before I destroy it forever. I press my tongue in as far as it will go as I rub gentle circles around her pearl, not wanting to overstimulate her. When I start licking her barrier, she can’t hold it in any longer.
“Eddie!” Elyza screams out her orgasm and gushes all over me. I drink down her juices, not wasting a single drop. Her walls squeeze around my tongue. My cock aches to take its place. As soon as she’s done, I move to gaze at the woman I just pleasured with my fingers and mouth. A beautiful rosy pink spreads from her chest up to her hairline.
“I want to see you now,” Elyza says. I love the way she comes out and tells me exactly what she wants. She reaches out for my belt buckle. I allow her to unfasten my belt and jeans and slide them down. My cock is pitching an enormous tent underneath my black silk boxers. Her eyes widen in shock at the size. I watch her for signs of second thoughts, but there are none, just hungry curiosity.
I kneel between her legs and hook them around me so I can get in close and press against her center. I pull down my boxers and run my length up and down her slit. As soon as her wet heat hits my sensitive tip, I tense with need. My resolve is about to break. I’ve been taking it slow for her sake, but now my inner beast is clawing his way free.
“Are you ready for me to plant my flag in you, sweetheart? The moment I do, this pussy belongs to me.”
Elyza releases a shuddering sigh and nods. I slide my cock inside of her, inch by inch, grateful for her natural lubrication. I hit the barrier and press against it a few times, stretching it out as much as I can. Then I rear back and thrust. The membrane snaps and I slide all the way into the back of her. She squeals a little, but it’s equal parts pain and excitement. A guttural groan escapes me as I take hold of her arse and start pumping in and out of her. She’s tight almost to the point of pain. It feels like her body is trying to push me out. I push back against her body’s resistance, tunneling myself into her over and over. Each stroke brings a new wave of pleasure washing over me. I lean down and let her taste her flavor on me again. She moans at her own sweet taste.
Elyza runs her hands over my defined chest and ab muscles. She makes her way down to the V and traces the indentation in my skin. The touch sends a jolt of pleasure down to my cock. My teeth start to tingle. Every fiber of my being resists me as I pull out of her.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I tell her. Elyza obeys me. I help her take off her skirt. Once she’s wearing nothing but the thong, I hook my cock under it and pump into her from behind, pinching her delicate skin until her arse is red and throbbing. My favorite view in the world is a woman’s arse with nothing but a G-string between her cheeks. The fact that Elyza somehow guessed that without me telling her is proof positive that she belongs to me.
I reach around her leg and rub her pearl again, not wanting her to miss her chance for a second orgasm. With my other hand, I touch her soft, long hair. It feels lighter than air between my fingertips. I run my fingers down to the two symmetrical dimples in her lower back. It isn’t long before my cum rushes up into her. I jerk against her and feel her let go at the same time. We press against each other as tightly as we can, not wanting an inch of give between us. I reach my arms around her to grab her tits and squeeze her tight buds. She lets out a small cry, her channel squeezing me like a set of unforgiving hands. I’ve never come this hard in my life, and yet I already feel ready to do it all again.
“Oh, Eddie,” she moans. My hair stands on end. If she weren’t so likely to be sore, I’d start fucking her again right now. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, darling. You were perfect.” I kiss her neck and feel goosebumps rise on her skin. When I pull out of her, my seed spills out of her onto the seat. Fuck. She’s so goddamn tight, she can’t even keep my cum in her. I take my shirt off the end of the bench seat and wipe her clean, then use it to wipe off the seat and myself.
“So where are we going now?” Elyza asks, pinning her bustier back around herself.
I grin. “We could always go back to my place and keep this party going.”
“Sounds perfect,” Elyza says. We beam at each other unabashed as we slip our clothes back on, knowing they’re about to come right back off as soon as we’re in private again.
After we’re dressed and cleaned up, she sits in my lap and kisses me all the way back to my place. It feels soft and innocent at first, but then she starts running her fingers over my bare chest and abs. I hold my fallen angel and give her what she wants, rubbing her underneath her skirt and thong until she comes one more time, shaking and screaming my name into the small space. My chest swells with pride. Not every man can even bring a woman to orgasm, and I just did three times in a row. I already knew I could, but it feels ten times more satisfying with this woman in particular.
Bar none, tonight was the best sex of my life. And if she feels the way I do, this is only the beginning.
Chapter 11
Elyza
I blink into the blazing morning sunlight as it pours in through the window. Everything around me feels foreign. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and look around the open industrial-style loft with its contemporary fixtures and modern decor. When my eyes zone in on a fine ass attached to an equally fine body in front of a hot stove, I remember where I am.
I’m in Eddie Turner’s Atlanta apartment.
I pull his soft, gray down comforter over myself and muffle a squeal. A part of me thought last night might have been a dream. Even if I hadn’t woken up in his loft, the persistent ache between my thighs is a clear indicator that it was one hundred percent real. I lost my virginity to Eddie Turner last night. If a bus runs into me on my way home and blasts me into next Tuesday, I will die happy.
I look down at myself underneath the comforter. All I’m wearing is my thong, which is utterly ruined by the evidence of our desire for each other. In spite of my soreness, I couldn’t resist letting Eddie have me one more time in his bed last night. He took it easy on me the second time, rocking into me gently, nibbling on my earlobe and licking and sucking on every inch of me. I came two more times, for a grand total of five. Being with my idol, letting him worship my body...I was putty in his hands. He could have fucked me all night and I wouldn’t have uttered one word of complaint.
I push up into a sitting position. Eddie hears the sheets shift underneath me. He turns to look over his shoulder at me and smiles, melting me into a helpless puddle. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
“Morning.” I hold eye contact with him until he turns around. The kitchen is nice—it has an island, granite countertops and a modern drop lighting fixture—but my gaze is drawn to something else entirely. All my efforts to avoid staring at the two rounded muscles straining against the seat of his jeans are failing, hard. I’ve never looked at a man’s ass like this before. All I want to do is grab it with both hands and sink my teeth into it.
Eddie turns around to set two plates of piping hot food on the bar. He made eggs, toast and sausage with a side of fresh fruit. I’m amazed that he would go to this much trouble for a one-night stand. Maybe it’s because I’m Kyri’s sister and he wants to leave things on a good note.
“You can wear one of my t-shirts if you like,” Eddie says. “They’re in the closet on a shelf.”
“Thank you,” I gush. The last thing I wanted to do was put that tight, confining bustier back on. My whole body is aching and it’s bad enough that I’m going to have to wear the skirt and boots home, freezing my tush off. I open Eddie’s closet door and take a crisp, clean white t-shirt from the shelf. Before putting it on, I hold it against my face and breath in its scent. This little rendezvous is almost over, and I want to make sure I commit every last second of it to memory.
I startle when I feel Eddie’s warm, rough hand on my shoulder. My cheeks are set ablaze by the fact that he just caught me s
melling his shirt.
“I just wanted to feel you again before you cover up that perfect body,” Eddie whispers. He peers down into my soul as he tucks a lock of stray hair behind my ear. Eddie moves his hands down to hold my waist and presses me against him, running his fingers up and down my sides. I moan and press up on my tiptoes to kiss him. Eddie suckles on my lips, letting his hands move down to my ass. “God, it should be a crime to cover up this arse.”
“The same goes for yours,” I say with a big grin.
“Cheeky woman,” Eddie chuckles. He groans when I reach down and start rubbing his hardness over his jeans.
“I’m too sore to do anything this morning,” I tell him, “but I can add a course to my breakfast if you want.”
Eddie grins and makes quick work of unfastening his belt buckle and zipper. Once his pants and boxers are on the floor, I surprise him by moving around to look behind him. “What are you doing?” he asks through a laugh.
“I didn’t get a good look last night,” I explain, stretching out both my hands to cup his perfect ass cheeks. They look like loaves of fresh bread, but they’re hard as rubber. I squeeze him tightly and move back around to his front, kneeling down to wrap my mouth around his throbbing red tip. He’s so turned on for me, his tip is already sticky with his own natural lubricant.
I moan at his taste, salty and musky, as I slide my mouth up and down as much of his length as I can handle. Eddie’s body tenses, revealing every last ridge of the muscles in his chest and abs. I keep my hands on his ass, teasing him by moving them down toward his balls and rubbing slightly. Sweat beads form on his forehead. He rocks himself into me, pushing his length into me as far as it will go. I gag a little, but I don’t complain. My idol’s cock is in my mouth, and I will do anything to make sure he gets his.
Looking up into his eyes, I moan with pleasure and lick up and down his shaft as I rub my thumb around his tip. Eddie grits his teeth, and I know he’s close. I move my mouth back over him and pump the part of his shaft I can’t handle with my hand, keeping up the rhythm while I pick up speed. When his cock grows impossibly hard, I know I’m about to get my reward.
