Page 42 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

“What?”

“I left all my stuff upstairs.”

“Shit,”I say, biting my bottom lip, ready to carry on regardless. “How’s your pullout game?”

Bronson smiles.

“Good answer,” I say before crushing my mouth on his again.

He kisses me, touches me, his hands teasing my breasts as I push his pants down. His cock stands hard, pointing upward toward my navel. I palm it carefully, giving him a few strokes that make him release a shudder of pleasure as he hooks my thighs and positions me closer to him.

Obeying the aching need between us, I guide the tip of his cock between my slit and he thrusts home.

All the way in.

An instant moan escapes my throat. He slides in easily, every inch stretching me in the best of ways. I lock my knees against his body, bracing my hands on the table as he pulls out and pushes in again.

My entire body melts, the passion of the moment blending with the taboo of it. My drummer is fucking me bareback on the table where I work, in the space we all share as a band. But that just cranks the thrill, the delicious rebellion.

Christ, who am I right now?

I’mnotthis girl. The one who balks at the rules and does what she wants — orwhoshe wants. I’m not one to take risks, especially not when it comes to my job or my friends. And yet, here I am.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

These thoughts and more weigh heavy on my mind as sinful pleasures radiate through my core. I lie back in response, unable to do anything but moan. My back tingles against the cold surface as Bronson leans over me, his pelvic bones rubbing delightfully against mine with each thrust.

“Fuck,” he whispers, the words full of heat. “You’re so fucking tight, you know that?”

I tremble on the table, my back arching off of it.

“Say it, Jordan,” he growls as he feels up my body, his hand cupping my breast. “Say you’ve got a tight little pussy for me.”

Holy hell.

“Yes,” I moan. “I’m tight.”

“How does it feel?”

I don’t reply. At least, not with words. My body revolts, a near-violent shudder rolling through my abs.

“Good girl,” he says, pinching my nipple so hard my toes curl. “You’re such a good girl, Jordan.”

I laugh, gasping for air as his words cut deep. “Don’t stop,” I whisper so low I wonder if he even hears it at all.

But Bronson chuckles.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

“I won’t stop,” he says as I moan again. “Not until you come on my cock.”

Another rush of throbbing heat and I purr silently.

“Jordan...” Bronson tilts down, his body towering over me, his thrusts so fucking deep. “Does that feel good?”

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