Page 102 of Electric Touch

“Morning,” she croaks.

I get right up behind her, pressing my chest to her back. There’s no mistaking the hard cock nestled up against her ass.

“Oh,” she sighs, a little more awake now.

We fucked a lot last night, only stopping to eat. Then she took a bath. I sat on the counter by the sink wondering how the fuck I managed to stay away while she was naked and soapy. She looked like every fucking fantasy I’ve ever had. My dick was throbbing at the sight, but even he knew we needed to take a break.

So we’d talked. I told her all about the press tour and the festival. I decided to tell her what my brother thought about our relationship, which intrigued her. Her response was, he is looking out for me, and I should be grateful my brother cares as much as he does.

We didn’t see Jerry once, and I became convinced he’d escaped somehow. Half-heartedly, she suggested we should check the apartment building to make sure he was okay. I agreed, whether or not he was Satan, we couldn’t let him wander around where he may get hurt. Twenty minutes later, we came back with no cat. He vanished. So we went to bed, saying we’d look tomorrow.

Now, she’s rested enough. I crawl beneath the blankets. Sunlight is shining in enough that I can still see her fucking gorgeous body. I roll her onto her back and spread her legs so I can settle between them. Then dip my head and suck her clit into my mouth. One of her hands grabs my hair and I grin as I push a finger into her, making her sigh.

I’m addicted to the taste of her and I live to make her moan. It’s my new life mission. I push my hands beneath her ass cheeks and pull them up so I can go deeper. I don’t stop till she’s moaning and crying out, her back arching. Then I crawl up her body, trailing my lips across every inch of her as I go.

She clutches my biceps when I push into her.

We had the whole birth control discussion a few weeks ago and the fact I’ve only ever been with Riley. I’d been very careful with the groupies. We trust enough to give each other that extra level of pleasure. And I can’t get enough of her. She’s addictive. Making her come is my number one goal.

One thing I’ve learnt about Adrestia, she likes to be in control. When she rolls me over and straddles me, I let her, because fuck what a view. I grab her breasts and push them together.

Fucking love her tits. They’re bigger than any I’ve been used to in the past, and I’ve fantasised about fucking them. Maybe we can do that later. She moans as I pinch her nipples and her pussy tightens around my cock. Yes, I’m definitely doing that later. Her rhythm falters as I keep playing with them. They’re so damn sensitive. Her head whips from side to side as she grabs my hands and holds them over her tits.

“Fuck yes,” I grunt, pushing up into her harder. “Ride me. Like that, yes. Fuck. Take what you want from my dick.”

“Yes,” she cries, throwing her head back. She strangles the life out of my cock, and I can’t stop coming. It’s already started when the cat jumps on the bed.

The fucker takes a swipe at me. “Ow, shit,” I tilt slightly, almost tipping her off me mid-orgasm.

“What?” she yelps and opens her eyes, sees the cat, and shrieks at it to get away. It hisses and then flies off the bed and out the door. “Holy shit,” she looks at me.

I bust up laughing. “At least we know where he is.” There is a slight scratch on my arm, but it isn’t bleeding. It was more the surprise at seeing the furry little fucker than the actual pain.

“He scratched you,” she grabs my arm.

“It’s fine.”

“Cat scratch fever,” she cries. “I looked it up while you were in the shower.”

“Of course you did.”

She’s still sitting on my dick. It’s nestled in the wet warmth and I curse the fucking cat for ruining what should have been an epic orgasm. It still felt good, just a little weird.

I sit up and capture her lips. She melts after a few tense moments. “You can be nurse in a minute,” I mumble against her lips. “Then we need to take that cat back.”

“Yeah, damn that furry little pervert.”

Adrestia makes sure our scratches aren’t in danger of turning into the dreaded cat scratch fever. We decide to head out for breakfast. I don’t bother calling Blake, we’re only going to a local deli, which Adrestia assures me we’ll be safe at. After that, she has to go to work, so we part ways on the subway. No matter how many times I offer her a cab, this is how she has always travelled the city. And she intends to keep doing it. It’s her routine and deviating from it will cause her stress.

She texts me later to say Alessa asked if we want to go to dinner with her and Jordan tomorrow evening. That’s weird. I wonder why she didn’t ask me. Then I remember her going to dinner with Riley and Brent. It isn’t like my bandmate has grown a conscience, or is worried I’m hurt she took Riley out and not me. Adrestia wants to go, so I text back it’s fine.

As much as I want to keep her all to myself right now, it’s nice that she’s becoming a part of my group too.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I have thought out my outfit tonight with great care. An elegant black dress that has a pencil skirt and a thin red leather belt around my waist. I’m wearing peep toe stilettos to finish the look, and my usual cat eyeliner, red lips and a dusting of rose on my cheeks.

Not because I’m having dinner with a world famous rockstar. I want Nash to look at me like I’m the only woman in the room. I’ve never been one to want attention. With Nash, I like the idea of him staring only at me.

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