Page 42 of Tease Me

His voice was soft, melodious. I could listen to him speak all day long. “Like what then?”

“I hate the noise of those places, and I hate that you play an entire set and not one person in the crowd listens.”

“I listened.” My naughty lie had me glancing down at his groin. The flagpole was no longer there, but a bulge was still prevalent.

“You’re not like the other girls.”

“I’m not like any other woman.” That was an understatement.

“Hmmm. You know my brother, Dallas?”

I nodded, hoping he didn’t ask me to describe him for clarification.

“He convinced me to come on this tour.Toldme it was the perfect way to get over my breakup with Dawn. He said the women would be hanging off me every night.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip. “I didn’t believe him. But also, I wasn’t interested. The women I’ve seen hanging around the band . . .well, let’s just say they’re not my type.Until now.”

He moved his hand, and when he rested his warm palm on my thigh, I wascertainthe earth moved.

“You sure are easy to talk to. What’s your name anyway?”

“Memphis.”

Suddenly, Mason was on me. Our lips locked. In one move, his leg rolled over my hip, and he pushed me back. Our tongues mingled in a greedy wrestle to taste each other. His hands cupped my breasts, firm and confident, as he squeezed and caressed them. I drove my fingers through his hair and pulled him down onto me, wanting the heat of his body against mine.

The fire in me ignited. Flames licked up my insides, feeding a burning desire for this confused young man. His flagpole was back, and the firm rod nudged against my pubic bone as his hips writhed over mine. He rolled his body to one side, yet we kept kissing, our breaths mingled as our tongues explored.

His hand glided over my belly and fed into my panties, seeking the heat between my legs. Every bit as eager as he was, I raised my hips and parted my knees. He plunged his finger inside me, and his breathing deepened, as did mine, as he thrust his finger in and out with frightening speed. Thefinelace of my underwear was no match for his excitement, and the sharp ripping sound confirmed yet another pair was gone.

It was totally worth it.

From this angle, his palm ground over my clit with each plunge of his finger.

I cried out, and every muscle in my body pulsed to an orgasmic beat, and I pulled his hair, holding his head in position next to mine as my climax tore through me.

It was hot. It was explosive. Ittotallyrocked my world.

It was a long, intense moment before I released the fistful of hair so he could move.

He pulled back. “Holy fuck, that was hot.” His eyes were enormous.

“Uh-huh.” Words were not a priority for me right now.

“No, I mean, likehooooollllllly fuuuuck.”

I frowned. Maybehe’dnever helpedhisex-girlfriend to orgasm. If it were true, the thought horrified me. To be in a relationship for all those years and never bring her to an explosive climax was a sad, sad story. I needed to show this puppyexactlywhat a woman could do.

I flipped him onto his back and straddled him.

His rock-hard cock prodded my bottom. “Put your hands above your head.”

He did, and I pushed up to my feet and stood above him like a mighty warrior about to conquer my disciple. I wriggled out of the ruined underwear and tossed them aside. Then I looked down at him, waiting until our eyes met. “We’re only getting started.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and as his eyes bulged, I stepped back over him. The deep blue in his eyes flared as his gaze fell on my pussy. His lips parted, and the rise and fall of his chest increased. His reaction had every nerve in my body tingling. I glided my finger over my pubic hairs and, bending my knees, drove my finger into myself.

Mason’s eyes widened. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and he reached up and rubbed his thumb over my clit. The sensation had my insides shooting skyrockets through my body. Within seconds, all control was gone, and I plunged my finger into myself over and over.

He added his finger to mine, and it was a whole new sensation. Together, we drew out a glorious orgasm that made my knees buckle until I thought I’d collapse. My juices pulsed from me, trickling over my hand and down my legs. Mason grabbed my hips and pulled me down, and using his hand, he nudged his cock toward my opening.

My mind screamed, and I managed to launch off him before he penetrated me. “Hold it right there, bigfella. We need a condom. Don’t move.”

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