Page 20 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss
I’ve never been to a hotel without bags before. It feels so dirty. I like it.
There’d be no way we could get away with this in the bunks of the buses. An ever-so-quick google search led us to an exquisite boutique hotel, the details of which I would have remembered better if I wasn’t eager to get Lucas into bed.
Lucas runs the keycard up against the keypad and the door lock clacks open. He pushes it open and, in a fluid motion, lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist and let him carry me into the room, our lips never splitting for a moment. He tastes like tequila and from how drunk it’s making me; I wouldn’t be surprised if it was tequila.
We make it to the bed where Lucas drops me gently. I throw my head back with a giggle. He throws his T-shirt off, exposing his magnificent pecks, and leans down over me, half a smile on his face.
We take pause. I run my hands over his cheeks, feeling the contours of his face. Hard and strong. I scratch the side of his head and his eyes flutter shut. I laugh, “Feels good?”
“You have no idea,” he drawls.
I look askance to the room which is only lit by the Nashville city lights. I bet it would be nice if I could discern any of the details. “Nice room,” I mutter.
“I couldn’t care less,” Lucas replies and collapses onto me. He starts kissing my collarbone and slowly drifts further down my chest until he’s kissing right above the neckline of my black, lacy top. “Can I take this off?”
“Please…” I moan.
Lucas yanks my top down, exposing my breasts to the cool hotel air. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says. He cups my breasts in his hands and massages them tenderly. He licks his lower lip before capturing my right nipple in his mouth.
I buck without realizing as pleasure courses down my chest. “Ah… feels nice.”
Lucas hums happily and his eyes flick up to mine, like the flame of a candle. I wonder how many women have seen this look from him. How many have felt like his prey to be tamed and captured and relished.
I lose thought when he forces his hand up under my skirt, pushes my panties aside, and slides his fingers inside me.
I let out a loud cry of both surprise and pleasure. Lucas starts working his fingers into me slowly. I’ve had my dalliances while I’ve been on various tours. It’s hard not to. But it’s always the instrumentalists with their long and often thick fingers that I always expect to be best at pleasuring me with their hands.
I seriously misjudged the adeptness of a vocalist. In only a few minutes, Lucas has me gasping for air, pulse after pulse of his hand, his lips and tongue teasing my nipples.
“I’m gonna–” I choke out. I feel a coil of heat tightening in my pelvis.
“Mhm…” he hums against my breast.
“Fuck, I’m gonna–” my voice is pitched high and desperate.
At that, Lucas’s hand starts moving at lightning speed and the coils snaps. I jerk and jolt, my whole body overwhelmed with the orgasm. I’m seeing stars, still confused how he got me there so fast with just his lips and fingers.
Lucas pulls his fingers out of me and then dips them between my open lips. I taste the tang of my wetness on my tongue. “Suck,” he says.
I do, wrapping my hand around his wrist.
“Good girl,” he remarks softly.
I smile around his fingers. I love being good for him.
With his free hand, Lucas undoes the closure on his jeans. The sound of the zipper going down is music to my ears. I remove his fingers from my mouth and breathlessly ask, “How do you want me?”
Lucas unsheathes his cock from his briefs, and I think I might have hearts for eyes from how beautiful it is. Long and thick, a purple vein right down the shaft. I should have offered to blow him first. “Ride me?” he says, his voice upgliding innocently.
I grin. In seconds flat, I’ve lunged for him and pinned him down to the bed. It’s his turn to be taken off-guard. “Shit!” he laughs, but the laugh turns to a whimper when I press my pussy lips onto his length.
“Make me so wet, Lucas.”
Lucas wraps his hands around my lower back. “The way you say my name…”
“You like it, Lucas?” I tease, grinding onto him.
His eyes flinch closed as if he’s in pain.
