Page 69 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

“Hm?” I ask.

“Relax.”

“I am.”

“You’re clenching.”

I realize he’s right. I’m holding tight fists. I’m squeezing my midsection. Exhaling, I try to loosen as heat rushes to my face.

“Jordan.”

“Hm?” I ask again.

Bronson kisses the tops of my thighs. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

My mind saysyes,but my body screamsno.

“No,” I answer, my core throbbing for more.

“Good,” he growls lightly, his hand coming to rest between my thighs. “Because you look so fucking good right now.”

I chuckle, a bit of jelly returning to my muscles.

“Spread your legs.”

I shift my knees apart slowly.

Bronson laughs. He hooks my thighs and pulls them apart, swiftly yanking me toward him. I gasp in surprise, my throbbing core meeting his body and sending a shock up my spine.

“Bronson,”I say, a sharp moan in my breath.

He rolls us together as our lips meet, and I feel the outline of his cock pressing hard against me. My hands move on their own, firmly cupping his face and kissing him deeply.

“You sure you don’t just wanna fuck me now?” I offer, the words breathy and wild.

“Later.”

“Soon?”

“Later,”he repeats, taking hold of my hands. He gently returns them to their place at my sides before kissing the tip of my nose. “Now,relax...and keep those knees apart.”

I nod, trembling.

He kisses down my body again, this time faster, more urgently. As he settles between my thighs, I try once again to clear my mind. I picture nothing but darkness, hoping to calm the storm brewing in my thoughts. Thoughts of embarrassment. That I’m ugly. That I’m unworthy. He’s only doing this to be nice, you know. It’ll take too long and he’ll get bored. They always do. He’s only pretending to be eager now. Just wait.

Just wait.

Just wait.

“Jordan,” Bronson says, his voice so gentle.

Realizing I’m clenching again, I release my fingers and toes. “Sorry,” I whisper, feeling tears pooling beneath the blindfold.

His lips graze my inner thigh. “Don’t think about it,” he whispers. “Just breathe. Just feel. Okay?”

I nod. “Okay.”

I chuckle as his fingers dance along the sensitive area at the back of my knees. He runs his lips along the length of my inner thighs, inching closer to my pussy. Just as I think he’s about to make contact, he leaps to the other thigh and performs the same teasing kiss all over again.

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