Page 96 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

My heart flutters in agreement. I tilt my head, accepting another warm kiss. This one firmer, deeper than the others.

“You’re a good friend, Bronson,” I say.

He pauses with his eyes closed, his forehead gently brushing against mine. “So are you,” he replies.

We say nothing else, the heat between us cranking with every kiss, every touch. Undressing each other slowly, we make our way toward the back of the couch. He leans me against it, letting me keep my balance as he kisses down my naked body.

On his knees, he looks up, his eyes asking for permission. I grant it with a nod, reaching down to run my fingers through his thick hair as he pushes his tongue between my lips to tease my clit.

My breath flutters, pleasure instantly dancing across my skin. It’s strange how quickly it happens now, how easily I relax with a head between my thighs. Like he’s simply banging the right drum at the perfect beat.

I give myself over to a few moaning minutes of pure pleasure. After, Bronson licks the moisture building on the lips, then moves to stand, kissing up my body as he goes. I kiss him deeply, feeling his body against mine, his erection pressed between us.

“Condom?” I ask, the word quivering on my lips.

Bronson nods, then pulls away to reach for his pants. He grabs the small package from the back pocket and takes my hand. Guiding me, he walks me around the couch and sits down first.

As Bronson bites down on the edge of the package, I say, “Wait.”

He gives me a curious glance as I lower to my knees in front of him instead.

“I wanna return the favor,” I say.

Settling between his knees, I admire his stiff cock in front of me. I stroke it with one hand and Bronson’s mouth sags open, pleasure writ across his face. His smooth tip is wet with pre-cum, his desire already taking over. I run my tongue along the opening, tasting and teasing. He inhales sharply and exhales a subtle groan as his cock flexes between my lips.

Opening my mouth wider, I take him deeper inside.

“Fuck,”Bronson whispers.

I bob gently, stroking and sucking as a burning heat blazes between my legs, my body already so close to release. His passion, his audible pleasure, turns me on even more, and I moan greedily on his dick.

“Jordan,” Bronson says urgently, his hand coming to my shoulder. “Sit down.”

I raise my head, my lips numb as I pull him out. With quick movement, I rise and turn around, gently seating myself on his lap. We move together, fumbling and chuckling while he slips the condom on and we align our bodies.

He enters me and my entire body quivers.

“Bronson.”

“Shh,”he whispers as he drags a hand up my front. “Open your mouth.”

I part my lips for his fingers. He slides two of them across my tongue, wetting them before resting them against my clit. He cradles it between them and I sigh, my body recalling the surge of pleasure from that night on the bus, and looking forward to it again.

“Good girl,” Bronson whispers as I whimper softly. His other arm curls around me, his hand crawling upward, his fingers coming to rest loosely around my throat. “You know what to do.”

I rock gently forward, then back, being careful not to let him slip out of me as I move. I ride him slowly, feeling every inch of him, every tease. Pleasure ripples from my belly, spreading through my fingers and toes. I lean against him, breathing faster as I look through the epic windows ahead of us. The previously jet black sky now shows a subtle bluish tint; the first minutes of sunrise over New York City.

Have we really been up all night again?

A hint of shame pokes at me over how irresponsible that is, but ultimately, I don’t care. I’m too busy writhing on Bronson’s body, swaying on his cock. Every movement spreads my passion further, pushing me toward the edge I so desperately need to fall from.

“Bronson.” I turn my head, offering my lips to him. He kisses me, his tongue meeting mine. “Thank you.”

He chuckles. “Don’t thank me yet,” he says, chuckling. “You’re so fucking hot. I might not make it.”

I tremble. “Come with me.”

He grunts against my lips, a non-verbal agreement as I grind us together. He rubs as I roll, our bodies working together, moaning together. We share our breaths, the surrounding air warm to the touch until, finally...

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