Page 264 of Rock Me All Night
I need to be his.
We're thirty feet from the sidewalk.
Two feet from the door.
But I don't fucking care.
Drew enters me. I let out a heavy sigh. All the tense muscles in my body relax at once. He's inside me. Right now, nothing else matters—not the fights or the lack of communication or the jealousy.
This feels too good to be bad.
Drew groans. He pinches my nipple. It's not hard enough to hurt. Just enough I know he feels as good as I do, wants me as much as I want him.
He rocks into me. It's hard and fast and desperate.
I throw my head back so my neck is pressed against his cheek. He sucks on my skin. He plays with my nipple. He slides his hand down my stomach, below my bellybutton, over my clit.
It's a shockwave. He already feels so good inside me, and now he's touching me.
I moan.
He keeps his rhythm. His chest is pressed against my back. His hands are on my skin, stroking me and filling me with the most delicious ecstasy.
I turn my head and lean into the wall, arching my back to give him better leverage. I'm outside a club in Hollywood pressed against a dirty wall, getting fucked by my rock star best friend.
And my life used to be so ordinary.
His breath gets heavier. "Touch yourself. I want to hear you come."
He thrusts into me. So hard and deep it hurts. But it's a good hurt. It's such a good hurt.
I pull my hand from the wall and slide it between my legs. My balance is gone. I'm at Drew's mercy.
No time for teasing today. I'm all out of patience. I stroke myself with slow circles. A little harder, a little faster, until it's just right.
My sex clenches.
He groans. "Kara."
I arch my back to drive him deeper. He feels so good inside me. He feels perfect.
My hand is quick. I'm already close.
I lose control of my breath. All my focus goes to the feeling between my legs. The pressure intensifies with every brush of my hand, with every thrust of Drew's cock.
It builds. Tighter. Deeper. Harder.
And then I'm there. Right at the edge.
An orgasm rocks through me. I scream so loudly it cuts through the music coming from the club. Yes. Hell yes. All the yeses a million times in a row.
Drew groans. "Fuck, you feel so good." His nails dig into my skin again.
He thrusts harder.
He's almost there.
He's almost mine.
