Page 10 of Trapped with the Growly Rock Star

HALLIE

Lennox tosses me onto the bed. “Take it all off, Red,” he commands. I like the new pet name.

I mean, the man can call me anything he wants if he’s going to kiss me like that.

Wow.

He quickly turns on the fireplace with the remote and kills the overhead lights in favor of some LED flameless candles placed around the room.

I sit up and pull off my polo shirt, then wriggle out of my tactical pants.

Lennox peels off his T-shirt, but when he sees me down to my bra and panties, he yells. “Wait! Stop! I want to watch this.”

He sits on the bed, still in his sweatpants. “Ahem. You may continue.”

I chuckle and reach back to undo the clasp. Then I slide the straps down and let the fabric fall forward.

“Oh, honey,” Lennox groans. “Those are some perfect tits.”

I smile, getting up on my knees so I can hook my fingers into my panties and pull them down. Then I roll back and extend my toes toward Lennox. He slides my panties the rest of the way off, his tongue nearly hanging out of his mouth.

I crawl over to him, and his rough fingertips tilt my chin up so he can give me a feather-light kiss. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers. I take a steadying breath as my heart races.

I rest my hands on his broad shoulders, tracing his tattoos down his chest, over his abs. “I want to suck your cock, Lennox.”

“Hallie, baby,” he breathes, “I wanted to lick your sweet pussy first.”

“Please,” I moan, pulling at his waistband.

His cock is tenting his sweats. But instead of diving right in, I lean forward and follow that spectacular, muscled “v” with my tongue.

Lennox sucks in a breath.

“I have a confession,” I murmur.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. When I was up in that tree, I may have seen you when you got out of the shower.”

He chuckles, running a hand through my hair. “Naked?”

“Uh-huh. Not on purpose… I was just trying to see if you were home.”

“Naughty girl,” he says, in that rough, gravelly voice that makes me need to squeeze my thighs together. “Did you at least like what you saw?”

“Ohhh yes,” I reply. “Veryimpressive.”

“Phew,” he says, laughingly wiping his forehead.

I grab hold of his waistband, pulling it out to set his long, thick cock free before I slide his sweats down.

My god, it’s even more glorious up close. I run my fingers over him, loving the feel of his velvety skin and the slick contours of his shaft.

“Your touch…” He trails off, gasping when I replace my fingers with my mouth.

“Fuck me,” he groans, as I slide my lips over the crown.

When I take him deeper, his hands tighten in my hair. “Ohhhhh…”

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