Rock Hard
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“What?”
He thrust up into her. Withdrew again.
“Nothing,” he whispered.
Sed turned off the water and pulled out of her body. She groaned in protest.
He wrapped her in a towel and lifted her into his arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Nothing but missionary position,” he said. “I’m a man of my word.”
She laughed.
“And I shaved for you.”
She freed her hand from the towel to stroke his smooth cheek. “I appreciate that.”
“You’re really going to appreciate it in a minute.” He wriggled his tongue at her and carried her to the bedroom.
Sed opened the door and stopped short, almost dropping her. They weren’t alone on the tour bus. From beside the bed, Jace glanced over his shoulder at them, his tight sculpted bod and perfect little ass in plain view. When he turned, Jessica tried to ignore his massive cock, but, well… good Lord, he put Sed to shame. Embarrassed, Jessica shifted her gaze to the woman kneeling in the center of the bed only to be even more embarrassed. Aggie was bound by her wrists to the ceiling—blindfolded and delirious with pleasure.
***
“Sorry,” Sed mouthed to Jace, who displayed a confidence Sed had never recognized in him before. It must’ve had something to do with bringing his dominatrix to the pinnacle of pleasure and keeping her there. The woman was writhing in ecstasy, her curvaceous body begging for release. Jace slipped something into Aggie’s mouth and waved Sed away impatiently. Sed closed the door quietly.
So the bedroom was out, but he wasn’t anywhere close to being done with Jessica.
Her jealousy over his groupies, who he had never given a rat’s ass about, had him all worked up. Maybe Jessica didn’t love him. Yet. But he affected more than her body. He knew he did. And he wasn’t about to alleviate his pressure on her now. Not when she was this close to giving in to her feelings. Even if he did have to garble the expression of his love by saying it against her throat.
He carried her to his bunk. Twin-sized and enclosed on all sides but the slot that faced the corridor, it wasn’t conducive to their typical acrobatic love making sessions, but it could accommodate missionary position. And if he laid her body at an angle and knelt on the floor beside the bed…
He slid her beautiful body into the bunk, her head lodged near the far corner, and spread her legs to gain access to her intoxicating scent. Her taste. He kissed her there at the apex of her thighs, his lips suckling, tongue dancing over slick flesh, drawing her sweet fluids into his mouth.
She whimpered in torment, her back arching. His mouth moved to her clit. He drew the hard nub between his lips, flicking it with his tongue until she cried out.
“Don’t tease me anymore, Sed,” she pleaded, pulling on his ears as he moved to drive his tongue into her pu**y. “Oh.”
He swirled his tongue inside her, pressed deep, withdrew, and returned his attention to her clit.
“Ungh, you’re driving me insane,” she panted.
He sucked her clit until her body tensed with impending orgasm and then shifted his attention to her slippery pu**y again. She growled with frustration. He pressed two fingers against her clit while he sucked at her swollen lips. She rocked against his fingers, seeking release. When a spasm gripped her, he moved away, holding her hips steady with both hands as he kissed a trail up her flat belly.
“No, don’t stop. I didn’t come yet.” She pressed her hands against her eyes and shook her head desperately. “Close. So close.”
He was well aware of that. He wanted to be inside her when she found release. But first, more teasing. He moved his hands up her sides, his lips to her breast. She clung to his scalp, her back arched, her taut nipple eagerly offered to his exploring mouth.
“Oh God, put it in, Sed. Now. Please. I can’t stand it.”
He grinned and worked his way up her body, partially joining her on the bed. One foot still on the floor, his hips settled between her thighs, his mouth suckled on her throat, his hands clung to her shoulders. When her fingers trailed down his back, his entire body stiffened. He wanted to tease her more, but he couldn’t maintain his intent if she kept that up. Her nails dug into his back and she squirmed to spread her thighs further, inviting him inside. He accepted her invitation, pressing the head of his c**k into her slick opening.
“Yes,” she gasped.
No. Not yet. He pulled out and kissed a trail down her body again. She sucked a deep breath between her teeth. He needed more of her taste first. He slid from the bed on his knees and buried his face between her thighs. He sucked and licked at her fluids, which were flowing freely in her excitement. Feeding him. Fueling him. She squirmed and panted, her hips writhing involuntarily as her pleasure built.
When her vocalizations became desperate, he moved his lips to the inside of her thigh. She groaned in frustration, dove off the bed, and tackled him flat on his back. She straddled his belly and he let her pin his arms to the floor on either side of his head. They both knew he could out-muscle her any day, but he liked that she was hot enough for him to try to strong arm him. He’d been trying to get her to this point all afternoon.
“You’ve been charged with attempted murder,” she said.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I have?”
“Yes, if you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to die.”
He chuckled at the serious expression on her face. “Are you working in my defense? I can show you my evidence.” He nodded his head toward his throbbing erection.
She snorted and bit her lip to stop her laughter. She then put on her best courtroom face and shook her head. “I’m the prosecution. I’ve already examined your evidence. I found it unconvincing.”
“Aren’t I innocent until proven guilty?”
“You’re talking to the victim. Also the judge. And the jury. I find you guilty, Sedric Lionheart.” She slid down his body until his evidence pressed against the heat between her thighs.
“Have you determined my punishment, your honor?”
“An eye for an eye, Lionheart.”
“I can take any punishment you dish out, Chase.”
She grinned, one eyebrow cocked in challenge. “Oh really?”
“Try me.”
He probably shouldn’t have baited her. She knew every spot on his body that could work him into a frenzy, and she didn’t hold back anything. She went straight for that ticklish spot at the base of his ribs, her fingers digging into his flesh. Instantly, she had him writhing around on the floor and laughing.
He thrust up into her. Withdrew again.
“Nothing,” he whispered.
Sed turned off the water and pulled out of her body. She groaned in protest.
He wrapped her in a towel and lifted her into his arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Nothing but missionary position,” he said. “I’m a man of my word.”
She laughed.
“And I shaved for you.”
She freed her hand from the towel to stroke his smooth cheek. “I appreciate that.”
“You’re really going to appreciate it in a minute.” He wriggled his tongue at her and carried her to the bedroom.
Sed opened the door and stopped short, almost dropping her. They weren’t alone on the tour bus. From beside the bed, Jace glanced over his shoulder at them, his tight sculpted bod and perfect little ass in plain view. When he turned, Jessica tried to ignore his massive cock, but, well… good Lord, he put Sed to shame. Embarrassed, Jessica shifted her gaze to the woman kneeling in the center of the bed only to be even more embarrassed. Aggie was bound by her wrists to the ceiling—blindfolded and delirious with pleasure.
***
“Sorry,” Sed mouthed to Jace, who displayed a confidence Sed had never recognized in him before. It must’ve had something to do with bringing his dominatrix to the pinnacle of pleasure and keeping her there. The woman was writhing in ecstasy, her curvaceous body begging for release. Jace slipped something into Aggie’s mouth and waved Sed away impatiently. Sed closed the door quietly.
So the bedroom was out, but he wasn’t anywhere close to being done with Jessica.
Her jealousy over his groupies, who he had never given a rat’s ass about, had him all worked up. Maybe Jessica didn’t love him. Yet. But he affected more than her body. He knew he did. And he wasn’t about to alleviate his pressure on her now. Not when she was this close to giving in to her feelings. Even if he did have to garble the expression of his love by saying it against her throat.
He carried her to his bunk. Twin-sized and enclosed on all sides but the slot that faced the corridor, it wasn’t conducive to their typical acrobatic love making sessions, but it could accommodate missionary position. And if he laid her body at an angle and knelt on the floor beside the bed…
He slid her beautiful body into the bunk, her head lodged near the far corner, and spread her legs to gain access to her intoxicating scent. Her taste. He kissed her there at the apex of her thighs, his lips suckling, tongue dancing over slick flesh, drawing her sweet fluids into his mouth.
She whimpered in torment, her back arching. His mouth moved to her clit. He drew the hard nub between his lips, flicking it with his tongue until she cried out.
“Don’t tease me anymore, Sed,” she pleaded, pulling on his ears as he moved to drive his tongue into her pu**y. “Oh.”
He swirled his tongue inside her, pressed deep, withdrew, and returned his attention to her clit.
“Ungh, you’re driving me insane,” she panted.
He sucked her clit until her body tensed with impending orgasm and then shifted his attention to her slippery pu**y again. She growled with frustration. He pressed two fingers against her clit while he sucked at her swollen lips. She rocked against his fingers, seeking release. When a spasm gripped her, he moved away, holding her hips steady with both hands as he kissed a trail up her flat belly.
“No, don’t stop. I didn’t come yet.” She pressed her hands against her eyes and shook her head desperately. “Close. So close.”
He was well aware of that. He wanted to be inside her when she found release. But first, more teasing. He moved his hands up her sides, his lips to her breast. She clung to his scalp, her back arched, her taut nipple eagerly offered to his exploring mouth.
“Oh God, put it in, Sed. Now. Please. I can’t stand it.”
He grinned and worked his way up her body, partially joining her on the bed. One foot still on the floor, his hips settled between her thighs, his mouth suckled on her throat, his hands clung to her shoulders. When her fingers trailed down his back, his entire body stiffened. He wanted to tease her more, but he couldn’t maintain his intent if she kept that up. Her nails dug into his back and she squirmed to spread her thighs further, inviting him inside. He accepted her invitation, pressing the head of his c**k into her slick opening.
“Yes,” she gasped.
No. Not yet. He pulled out and kissed a trail down her body again. She sucked a deep breath between her teeth. He needed more of her taste first. He slid from the bed on his knees and buried his face between her thighs. He sucked and licked at her fluids, which were flowing freely in her excitement. Feeding him. Fueling him. She squirmed and panted, her hips writhing involuntarily as her pleasure built.
When her vocalizations became desperate, he moved his lips to the inside of her thigh. She groaned in frustration, dove off the bed, and tackled him flat on his back. She straddled his belly and he let her pin his arms to the floor on either side of his head. They both knew he could out-muscle her any day, but he liked that she was hot enough for him to try to strong arm him. He’d been trying to get her to this point all afternoon.
“You’ve been charged with attempted murder,” she said.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “I have?”
“Yes, if you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to die.”
He chuckled at the serious expression on her face. “Are you working in my defense? I can show you my evidence.” He nodded his head toward his throbbing erection.
She snorted and bit her lip to stop her laughter. She then put on her best courtroom face and shook her head. “I’m the prosecution. I’ve already examined your evidence. I found it unconvincing.”
“Aren’t I innocent until proven guilty?”
“You’re talking to the victim. Also the judge. And the jury. I find you guilty, Sedric Lionheart.” She slid down his body until his evidence pressed against the heat between her thighs.
“Have you determined my punishment, your honor?”
“An eye for an eye, Lionheart.”
“I can take any punishment you dish out, Chase.”
She grinned, one eyebrow cocked in challenge. “Oh really?”
“Try me.”
He probably shouldn’t have baited her. She knew every spot on his body that could work him into a frenzy, and she didn’t hold back anything. She went straight for that ticklish spot at the base of his ribs, her fingers digging into his flesh. Instantly, she had him writhing around on the floor and laughing.
