Page 47 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

“Really?”

“I mean, you’re awesome,” he explains. “But you and I are not?—”

“Compatible,”I say with him. “Yes! I agree.”

“But we can fuck,” he adds. “I like fucking.”

“I like fucking,too.”

“So...” Bronson sits back on the bench, his erection long and prominent now. “Come here.”

There’s a moment’s hesitation before my curiosity piques enough for me to hop off the table and cross the bus toward him. Bronson extends one hand to me and I take it, allowing for him to move me where he pleases.

He turns me forward. “Sit,” he says behind me.

I try to take a half-step to the left, but he forces me back to where I was.

“No,” he says, amused. “Not on the bench.”

I look down. “Oh.”

He tugs my hand, his lips curling into a sinister smile. “Trust me,” he says.

And I do.

I really do.

I lower myself onto his lap, carefully. As I do, he guides me to spread my knees and place my feet on either side of his on the floor. I feel his cock press along my slit; the tip nudging against my throbbing clit. He sits forward, his chest flush with my back, and wraps his arms around me, one hand sliding down my belly to rest on my pussy.

“Put me inside of you,” he whispers in my ear, daring me to take control.

I shudder as I reach down. Angling my body against his, I guide him inside. His thick tip pushes in and I gasp, enjoying the delicious stretch all over again.

“Shh,”Bronson whispers in my ear, his arm still latched around me, his fingers drawing circles around my clit. “Rock back and forth. Slowly.”

I move backward, then forward, his cock pushing deeper inside. Careful not to let him fall out, I repeat the motion, riding him slowly as he rubs my clit at the same pace.

“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear. He kisses the back of my shoulder. “Does that feel good?”

I hum a yes. I tilt back, my body begging for even more of his touch. With closed eyes, I ride the motion, the pleasure in me threatening to spill out already.

Bronson continues to whisper coolly in my ear, telling me how beautiful I am. How sexy I look. Telling me I earned this, that I deserve it. That he wants me to come over and over again. Make him feel it. Make his lap as wet as I am.

And I do.

I come on him, my pussy clenching possessively around his cock. The lazy, slow movement keeps me on the edge, and I lose count of how many times I come.

Bronson Isaacs.

Oh, wedefinitelyscrewed up this friendship now.

“Stop,” I gasp, weak and trembling, barely able to hold myself up at all. “Bronson, it’s too...”

He whispers softly, both arms still keeping me safe and steady. “It’s all right,” he says. “I’ve got you.”

I lay my head back on his shoulder, deliciously spent, my eyes full of tears. Bronson kisses my neck and I dissolve even further into his embrace.

My body full of jelly, Bronson shifts me sideways. “Hold on to me,” he says.

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