Page 26 of Don't Fall For A Rockstar

“I might have put on something just for you.”

“Show me.”

I frantically reached for the nightstand and grabbed my tube of lube.

“Hold on, I’m gonna prop up my phone so I can do this hands-free.”

When I saw Nate’s sleek body come into view, and the red lace jock he was wearing, I crushed the tube so hard it nearly exploded in my hand.

“Baby, you know I love you in lace,” I moaned out loud, then realized what I’d said. Fuck it. “You better have that on when we meet up in Nashville.”

“Is that an order?” Nate teased and slid the jock down his hips.

“It’s an urgent request. Like, please, please wear that. I’m not above begging, beautiful.”

Nate’s head fell back as he laughed out loud. Shivers wracked my body as I took in the sight of him.

“Don’t make me fall any harder,” he admitted, then slapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide.

He was falling? For me? I was so turned on by his words that I was worried I might come right then and there.

“Don’t worry, I’m already there. And I promise, I’ll catch you,” I replied, no more hesitation or evasion. “Now take off that scrap of lace and take yourself in hand. I wanna see all of you.”

“Tommy,” Nate whispered my name as he did just that.

And watching him strip down had me scrambling to flip the cap on the lube. He was miles of smooth skin, his pretty cock sitting heavy against his stomach. As it was, I was so excited, it would probably only take me two or three strokes to come.

“That’s it, baby. Hold your knees up and let me see all of you.”

Nate did as I instructed and shit, what a view. What I wouldn’t give to be there with him now. I wanted to touch and taste every part of him, from his lush lips to his taut ass cheeks. And every place in between.

“Get your fingers slicked up and tease yourself real good. Imagine it’s my hands on your dick and in your ass.”

I watched Nate as he began to jerk off with one hand and tease his ass with the other.

“Pretty soon I’ll be right there with you,” I panted. “Nothing between us.”

“No condom this time. Want your cum,” Nate moaned, sliding one finger in his hole.

Fuck, I wanted that too. No, it was more. Ineededit. To mark what was mine.

I was so far gone for this man that I was shaking all over, taking hold of my cock and tugging in rough, desperate strokes. My heels dug into the duvet and my back bowed tight.

“I’m so close, cher,” Nate groaned.

“I’m right there with you,” I admitted. “Come for me, baby.”

Nate growled my name loudly, and then his body jerked hard. Watching him come undone obliterated what was left of my control. I gave myself two more strokes, and I was done for.

Intense pleasure pulsed through my body, leaving me breathless, and covered in cum.

“Think we can make it eight days?” Nate asked, his voice hoarse.

I glanced at the phone and licked my lips.

“It’ll be the longest week of my life.”

CHAPTER 11

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