Page 59 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

Nothing but black darkness.

I smile and open the door.

Bronson stands in the hall, obviously. He lowers his hand and suddenly… we’re not just friends.

We’re fuck buddies.

He steps forward and kisses me. My breath instantly dissolves, and I’m gasping for air before the door even latches behind him.

“Good system,” I whisper.

Bronson’s lips curl into a delicious smile as he guides my back against the door. A rush of heat spurs throughout my body,forcing me to tilt my head up and accept his kiss again. My skin tingles as his hands drift along my curves, curling around me to hold me close.

I chuckle at the sensation, still not used to the idea of, well… Bronson.

Bronson. We’re old friends and yet… he’s squeezing my ass with his tongue in my mouth.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing, just…” I smother my laugh. “This feels good.”

“Good.” He tugs on the front of my shorts. “This is gonna feel good, too.”

I tingle with anticipation as his hand slowly drags down my front, his fingers gently sliding into my panties.

“Bronson,” I gasp.

“Shh,”he whispers, his lips touching mine, his fingers inching downward. “Close your eyes.”

I obey. I rest my head back on the door, blindly following his touch. My belly quivers as his finger traces the line of my lips and finds my clit with ease. With a silent gasp, I widen my stance, wanting more.Needingmore.

“Shh,”he whispers again, leaving a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth.

I fall into a state of pure bliss, blocking out the world and focusing only on this. On his slow and rhythmic touch. On his soft and eager kisses. I let myself forget everything else; from my to-do list to our calendar and every other little thing.

Bronson whispers in my ear, “Good girl.”

I tremble, my pussy throbbing now. I say nothing, but my breaths come quicker. A moan builds on my tongue as he rubs harder and faster.

“You’re making me so hard, Jordan,” he says.

He slides a finger into me, and I gasp.

“So fucking wet,” he growls. “I can’t wait to feel it with my cock.”

My ankles sway, threatening to knock me over. “Bronson…”

His kiss tastes so good. “Do you like that?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

He chuckles. “Say it.”

“Don’t stop,” I say, kissing him back. “Please don’t...”

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