Before I could say anything, she launched herself on my lap, her arms around my neck, and her lips on mine. Fuck, she was so damn amazing. And my tongue twisted with hers, tasted divine. I wasn’t sure I could ever get enough of her. Shit, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to get enough of her.
I groaned as she pulled away, kissing along my neck. When did my neck become a sensitive place? Her lips and teeth there were driving me insane, and my zipper was currently leaving a mark on my hard dick. He sure rose up to the occasion as soon as her lips were on my pulse point. Or maybe It’s when her tongue met mine? Or even when she walked through the front door?
“I love your moans,” she breathed out, scooting further down my body. I barely registered what she said or where she was until her hands were on my jeans, undoing the belt, the button, and the zipper.
“What… are you doing?”
“Repaying the kindness. And earning more moans.”
“I don’t…moan.”
“Watch and listen.” Her hand snaked into my jeans and pulled out my raging cock. I don’t think I’ve ever been so glad to go commando. “He’s tattooed?”
“Young, dumb, and a dare.”
The moment her tongue flicked out and swiped around the head, though, I lost all train of thought. My only focus was on her and the things she was making me feel.
“Fuck,” I groaned, slipping my hand into her hair and leaning back, my arm landing on the keys. Shit, I was in my studio. I was getting my dick sucked at the piano. How fucking hot was that? Talk about a wet fantasy I didn’t even know I had. ThatI wanted. I will never look at this bench, or this spot, the same again.
I moaned even louder as her mouth slid open and she took my whole dick, the tip hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes opened to look at me, and I just about blew my load. Her, on her knees, in this spot, was one of the most gorgeous sights to me. One I would never shake. One I would probably jack off to while having many nights on the road. That and the fingering in the limo.
I moved my tattooed hand to cup her neck and felt my dick bob along.
Goddamn. Nope, lied.Tattoo, neck, dick down throat, all that was the fucking hottest.
“Tiff,” I moaned, causing her to smirk. Okay, fucking fine, she had me moaning.Keeping this pace up, I was also going to be a blubbering mess soon enough. “I’m going to come, baby girl, if you don’t stop.”
Her response was to reach forward, her hand playing with the balls that were tight and heavy. I fought to watch her and not throw my head back like I wanted. How did this woman manage to reduce me to nothing?
“Tiff.” This time it was a warning. And again, she responded in kind, but sucking harder, faster, squeezing my balls for all they were worth. She knew I would lose, and I did.
Gladly.
I finally let go, every drop of me went down her throat. And when she moved, wiping up the bit that had spilled out and sucking it back down, I knew that this image wouldn’t just live in my brain. But it would be imprinted on an album because there was no way this fucking hot show wasn’t working into a song.
Chapter 11
~ Tiffany ~
“Are you going to leave me hanging, or do I have to guess?”
I sipped my iced coffee as I peeked through a nearby clothing store, checking out some of the pieces. I loved teasing Charlene like this.
“Guess what?”
“The song, Tiffany. There’s a shit-eating grin on your face and my guess is it has something to do with Heath.”
“I might have blown him at his piano last night after hearing the song we’ve been practicing to.”
I grinned as her jaw hit the floor. It was fucking epic. And priceless.
“Well, thanks for being blunt. How’s the song?”
“Son of a bitch, Charlene, it’s gorgeous. He had me in tears. I found the only way to repay the favor for such a wonderful piece was by pleasing him. He sported a boner as soon as I walked through the door. So, being a good person, I had to help.”
“Think you can make him have a better mood at practice?”
I rolled my eyes, knowing there was no way that was happening. But before I could respond, a ding sounded, and I checked my phone.