by K. K. Allen
“I didn’t fuck Rachel last night,” I blurt out.
“Wolf,” she says, her voice low with warning.
“She was crawling all over me, but I didn’t touch her except to yank her off. When Rex removed her, you were already gone. I wanted to ride back with you. You fucking left. You could have said something to me.”
I’m not sure if it’s the situation from last night or the sight of her bare beneath those shorts that’s firing me up, but before I know it, my hand is working her foot like I should be working my hard dick right now.
“What are you doing?” It comes out as a croak as she shakes her foot in my lap, but I hold onto it and press my fingers into her arch. When she lets out a little groan, my cock jumps in my lap.
I’m still staring at her naked flesh, which causes my strokes to quicken. She lays her head down, giving up on her notebook and sighing. She has no idea what she’s doing to me with every innocent sound that comes out of her mouth. I’m not sure how to stop touching her, or watching her, or imagining placing myself between her tight ass cheeks.
I clear my throat, coming to a decision. “I think you should let me fuck you.”
Everything about her freezes, and I’m not sure if she’s considering it or if she’s ready to lunge off the bed and into the other room. She turns her head to assess me, to see if I’m serious. I’m dead serious.
This is it! The answer to our problem. We fuck. We get it over with. A one night stand. I show her how well it can work, and we get it out of our system. Then we go back to business as usual.
“Let’s not be shy about this, Lyric. You’re insanely attractive, and while fooling around is probably the last thing we should be doing, I want to so damn bad.” I swallow, hoping I’m making a good case. “Just once.”
My fingers move up her ankles slowly. She twitches a little but makes no move to stop me. I continue the journey up her calves, then her hamstrings, and then to the bottom of her glutes, where the thin fabric of her shorts ends. The room is silent except for the sound of her harsh breaths and my own heart beating down the walls of my chest.
She’s still as a board, her eyelids pressed tightly together. I consider removing my hand altogether to give her a chance to decide before my fingers take off on a mission determined by the thickness between my legs. My poor dick is throbbing.
When she shifts a little, I know she’s giving me permission, but I hesitate. Lyric isn’t a rocker slut. She’s so much more, and she deserves so much more. More than I could probably ever give her.
But she wants this. Me. Maybe she needs a release just like I do.
Letting out a ragged breath, I slip my finger beneath the fabric of her shorts until it meets her pussy. So perfect. So wet. Already.
Fuck.
I glide my finger up and then down at a tortuously slow pace, giving her every chance in the world to refuse me. Her legs slide open, her clit swollen beneath my touch. I still make no move to take the plunge, not yet, although I know it’s what she wants.
I let her shift a bit more. She’s practically begging for it, and it’s hot as hell, but if this is really happening, I’m going to make it last as long as possible. Lyric deserves the VIP treatment. Multiple orgasms initiated by intense and mind-blowing foreplay. She’ll be screaming when she comes in my mouth, but only when I’m ready to let her.
My finger slips back down her leg, drawing a wet line down her skin. Reaching for the band of her shorts, I swiftly remove them, revealing the finest ass I’ve ever seen. It’s round and firm, sitting perfectly below her tiny waist.
Just staring at Lyric’s curves is enough to get me off. Seeing her bare is more arousing than I was ready for. I pull my erection from my shorts and tug at it a few times, hoping to relieve some of the pressure. To my surprise, Lyric takes that moment to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes darkening by the second. I squeeze her ass and watch as her teeth sink into her plush bottom lip. I fucking lose it.
I shift her so her legs are on either side of mine and my feet are angled to lock her body in place. She’s still lying flat on her stomach and I’m still sitting with my back resting against the headboard, but now her clit is directly below my cock. Right where I want it. With her eyes still on me, I stick a finger in my mouth and suck, giving her an idea of what I’m about to do. I grin and sink it straight into her wet opening until her eyes roll back in her head.
Hell yes. So warm and soft, but tight. So tight. My dick throbs knowing those narrow walls will be wrapped around me soon. I don’t know if I can resist much longer. Not after knowing what’s waiting for me.
My free hand palms one of her ass cheeks, gripping it for leverage as I sink and twist and jerk my finger in her depths. My hands are big, and one finger is enough for someone as tight as Lyric, but if I’m going to prepare her for taking all of me when I’m ready to give it, she needs to understand what she’s in for. So I dip a second finger into her tightness … and then a third. She screams a little. It’s a quiet scream, but a scream no less. I smile in victory while continuing to pump until her walls begin to strangle me. She’s so close.
Call me a savage beast, but I won’t let her come yet. That was just a primer. I release my fingers while she mewls in disappointment.
I’m quick to maneuver her to the foot of the bed until her head and arms dangle off, and then I move to my knees and lift her legs until they’re propped up on my shoulders.
Then she’s in my mouth. There’s no mercy now. No gentleness. Pure mouth-fucking, and it’s beautiful. Her pussy is perfection and her juices are sweet, just as expected. I suck her clit, already knowing the pressure she needs to send her into a state of orgasm. She chases a moan with a scream until she’s convulsing wildly against my face. She comes for what seems like minutes as I continue my work on her.
“Jesus, Wolf,” she says through deep, heaving breaths, her first words since asking me what I was doing.
I chuckle into her wet heat, flip her body, and pull her closer so her head rests on the foot of the bed. I leave her for only a second to remove my shorts, and then I climb back onto the bed, my dick angry as hell at me for taking so long. “Please tell me you’re on birth control,” I moan, brushing the crown of my cock against her pussy.
Her eyes are glazed over when she peers back at me. It’s all cute until she opens her mouth to respond, and I know her answer isn’t going to be a good one. It’s like someone kicked my puppy when she shakes her head. “I stopped taking it. Do you have protection?” She looks almost as sad as I am.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I shake my head. “No.”
Why didn’t I think of that before getting on this bus? Lyric and all her distractions, that’s why. For the first time in years, my goal wasn’t to fuck as many women as possible on the road.
I still consider shoving my cock into her before she can resist me. I need to be inside her now. I’ve waited patiently, and I finally have my chance. Rubbing the head of my dick against her again, I moan, but I think I might cry.
“I can pull out.” It's worth a shot.
She shakes her head firmly. “No.”
“I’ll ask one of the guys.” I make a move to get up, but she grabs my arm.
“You can’t do that,” she whispers. “They can’t know.”
I growl and let my head fall into her neck. “Baby, I need to get inside you. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking your sweet pussy. If this doesn’t happen, I swear my dick is going to fall off.”
She giggles, and even in my state, I smile at the sound. “We can do something else,” she says coyly.
I raise an eyebrow, wondering if a blow job will suffice.
“Do you have any oil or lotion?”
“Hell yeah, I do.” I hop off the bed to grab a bottle of edible lube from my bathroom. I’m heaving quick breaths at the thought of taking her ass. When I return, she’s slipping her shirt over her head and removing her bra, letting her beautiful tits out to play.
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sp; Why didn’t I get those in my mouth earlier?
“You’re so hot, babe.” I can’t help moving my eyes across her body, appreciating. She smiles before taking the bottle from me and squeezing a string of clear liquid onto her chest. I begin stroking myself as I watch her, promising my balls their release soon.
I think I’m going to come before I even touch her again. When she’s done spreading the oil all over her breasts, I practically run to the bed and straddle her. It’s a slippery journey for my hands as they glide up her ribcage and over her tits. I lick each one, silently apologizing for not tending to them sooner.
She giggles at my obvious distraction and lies back on the bed. It finally dawns on me what she wants me to do. Taking her full breasts in her hands, she holds them together, using her thumbs to rub her nipples slowly. I admire her confidence and the perfect curves of her body before allowing my cock to slip into position. I growl when she squeezes her plump breasts against me, hugging my length tightly.
It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven when I start to move. Lyric’s tits are big for a petite girl, but they aren’t fake. I can’t remember the last time I fucked real boobs. These feel better as they conform willingly to every inch of me.
The fact that I see so much of Lyric as I’m titty fucking her—and she sees so much of me—is causing a shortage in my brain. So many women over the years, and this is the one I want to turn the lights on for. This is the woman I want to see, even when I close my eyes.
Sweat drips down my body as I gain momentum. I have the strongest desire to plant my lips on her and feed her the sounds of what she’s doing to me.
“Baby, are you ready for me?”
Her eyes light up, and we both shift so I’m no longer between her tits. I’m on my knees while she sits cross-legged, and I’m in her mouth without a single beat lost between us. It’s like we’ve done this a million times, and no words are necessary to know what the other needs.
One of her hands rests on my ass while the other plays with my balls and holds my cock. This chick will be the death of me. She pulls me deep into the back of her throat. My dick has girth and length, so I don’t expect her to take it all, but she does a pretty fucking good job.
“So. Good.” I grunt each syllable, articulating, so there’s no mistake.
She uses this moment to take more of me, and then her cheeks go hollow as she sucks, detonating the pending explosion. “Ah,” I grunt as she strokes every last drop into her waiting mouth in calculated spurts.
When she swallows and licks her lips, I want her again. This is insane. I’ve come twice in the last hour, but I know it won’t take much rest for me to build up again.
I fall back onto the bed, my arms crossed over my eyes. I can’t look at her. If I do, I’ll want her again and again, until my dick really does fall off.
A moment later, the bed dips, and I force myself to look up. “Where are you going?” I growl.
She slips on her shorts and looks around for something. I can feel her bra digging into my back and look down to see her shirt right next to it. She sees them at the same time and reaches over me. I smile and grip her waist, pulling her onto my chest. “I didn’t say you could leave.”
Her eyebrows raise, but she’s smiling. “I should probably go before your friend gets excited again and we do something stupid.”
Her words crush me, but I don’t understand why. “Stupid as in have sex?”
Lyric tilts her head. “I’m not having unprotected sex with you, Wolf. The longer we stay in this room together, the probability of that happening gets better.”
“Really?” I ask, already starting to get excited.
She cuts me off with her eyes. “Not happening.”
I stare back, locking eyes with her, desperately wanting to look deeper. There are so many emotions floating around, camouflaged in specks of gold and glimmers of light. She’s fucking beautiful, and I’m not thinking this way because she just drank from my fountain. Usually after I get a woman off and vice versa, I can’t wait to send them out the door. No repeats allowed. But not this time. There’s an ache in my chest at the thought of her leaving.
“Wolf,” she whispers in a silent plea to let her go.
I refuse, tightening my hold around her waist. “Stay. No sex. No finger fucking. I won’t even try to lick your pussy again. I can be good.”
She groans and laughs at the same time. “This was a one-time thing, remember?”
My face twists with mock confusion. “We didn’t even have sex. One-night stands include sex. This isn’t over.”
Rolling her eyes, she pushes away from me, not even trying to cover her glorious breasts. They’re perfect, just like the rest of her. “I’d like to get dressed.”
Sighing, I hand her the rest of her clothes and sit up, pressing my feet into the floor. “So that’s it?”
She raises a brow. “Yeah, I guess I should say thank you.”
Damn, this woman plays hardball. I laugh and shake my head. “You are something else, Lyric Cassidy.”
With a wink, she walks toward my door, giving me an over-the-shoulder smile before opening it. “Thanks for the good time, Wolf Chapman.” Then she walks out.
And that’s where this is supposed to end.
Yeah fucking right.
Chapter Twelve
Lyric
What happened between Wolf and me last week makes everything awkward. Every time I’m forced to be in the same room as him and my eyes happen to slip up and catch his, I remember everything. The way he held my body when I came. His sweet, tentative mouth, on me like a man on a mission.
I don’t care if he told me I wasn’t his type when we first met. He was full of shit. But how can I trust that he and I could actually be anything more with his reputation and my fear of repeating my same mistakes?
Did I want to walk out of his room that day? Hell no. And that’s where all my problems begin. I want to trust that he won’t be like the last, so badly I’m almost willing to sacrifice my own heart in the process. This time I’m fighting it with everything in me.
There hasn’t been a time when we’ve been together that he hasn't devoured me with just one look. After striking up an unlikely friendship with him, my own morals must have gone completely out the window. And when I walked in on him masturbating, his eyes closed and fist pumping his erection, I knew he was thinking about me. I should have walked out before he saw me, but I froze, unable to take my eyes off his rock-hard body and his generous length. Even if we'd tried to have sex, I’m certain his size would have been an obstacle. But fuck me, I like a good challenge. If it weren’t for our lack of protection, I would have happily exchanged boob sex to have him inside me.
With our forced proximity, there’s only so much I can do to stay away from Wolf. What I cannot do is handle those tempting caramel eyes and gorgeous smile. Not when they’re aimed at me, and especially not when they’re aimed at someone else. Wolf is currently carrying a conversation with Natalie Whitman, a hotshot radio producer’s daughter with an adoration for Wolf she’s made public on numerous counts.
Tonight, we’re at a party in New York City hosted by Rockland Radio and Broadcasting Network, home to over three thousand satellite stations. They’re a huge reason why Wolf has been so successful … and Natalie knows this.
She’s pretty. That’s the first thing I notice. Petite. Auburn hair. A full rack, packaged with class, unlike most other women who are trying to get Wolf’s attention. Nothing to hate in the sexy-as-fuck department, as Wolf would say. And he’s leaning into her ear, whispering something that makes her blush.
The second thing I notice is how much I care.
My stomach rolls just as it did that night in the club when Rachel straddled him. I haven’t been back to a club with the guys since. Instead, every time the boys go out, I convince Melanie, Lorraine, and Misty to find our own bar or curl up together in a hotel room to enjoy the free movie stations, courtesy of Wolf.
For th
e first time in a long time, I enjoy hanging with a group of girls. We seem to all be here for different reasons. No one’s creating drama over men, and our mutual love for eighties movies provides endless entertainment. Not only that, but these girls have been tainted by the industry, too. They aren’t victims of the scene. They are the scene.
“You think they’ll do it in the bathroom or make it back to the hotel?” Melanie smirks as she watches Natalie lean into Wolf as she laughs.
I snort to cover up my discomfort. “I haven’t been witness to one of his conquests yet. I’d rather not start tonight.”
Melanie gives me that look—the one that tells me she knows I’m secretly attracted to Wolf—but Jesus Christ, who isn’t? Maybe her. I don’t know why. Honestly, I’m afraid to ask, because if she’s hooked up with Wolf too, that would put us in an awkward situation. I’ve had enough awkward to last me a while.
I flip around to face the bar my back was just pressed up against. The bartender sees me and nods before heading my way. “Two shots. Whiskey, please.”
Melanie and I take our shots and make our way to the other side of the room where Stryder and Misty are chatting. “I think we’re going to head back,” Misty frowns. “Stryder isn’t feeling well and we have a six a.m. wakeup call tomorrow thanks to our whip-cracker road manager.”
I grin at the compliment. At least I’m taking it as a compliment. “Good plan. Should I round everyone up first?”
Lorraine nods her head at Wolf and Natalie across the room. “I think Wolf found himself a ride again.” She chuckles lightly. “I’ll just let him know we’re heading out. Lyric, can you find the rest of the guys?”
The thought of leaving Wolf alone with Natalie makes my heart feel heavy in my chest. If I leave and they hook up and I accept the way things are between us, then I only have myself to blame. But it’s not like our situation will change. Sure, our chemistry is hot, and his mouth in all the right places will be forever impossible to forget. But there’s more to it than that. There’s a friendship I thought we’d finally found. I miss it.
