Page 48 of Rock Giant
She’d really rather he didn’t talk to Harry, at least about Rock Giant.“Is that practical?I don’t want to cause any trouble, Nash.I can sort it out myself.I don’t want this to create friction between you and Black Halo.”
“Don’t want him near you,” he grunted into her ear, while reaching down between them to line them up.
“Guide me in, yeah?”
Instead, she used the head of his cock to tease herself.Rubbing his crown up against her clit, so that her breath caught, and heaviness infiltrated her womb.She’d have kept it up for longer, but Nash started croaking and shaking, then making whining noises deep in his throat.“Need you, babes.Need you so bad.Gonna fuck you so good.”
“Yeah.That so?”
“You know it.”
It was one of their little routines.Him promising.Her crooking a brow and challenging him to make good on those promises.
“You know how good my cock makes you feel.”He put his hand over the top of hers, signalling that it was time to stop playing about and get on with putting it in.He met her gaze, eyes all sultry and hazed with lust.“You’re making me weep, babe.”
True.She caught the silky pearls of precome leaking from his slit and spread them over his crown.It made him shiver, and his eyelids drop.He rolled his hips, letting her have her way with him.“So...good.But I really wanna fuck.Come on, Jo.Let me inside you.If you don’t let me soon, I’m going to blow.”
“Yeah?”She swiped him again with her thumb.
Nash grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her hands up, so they sat either side of her head.“Naughty, babe.Bad girl.”
“You like it,” she said, and licked his nose.
“Not half as much as I like this.”He filled her.Sinking in deep, then drawing back slowly so that only the tip of him remained lodged.“You feel so fucking perfect.Like you were made for me.We were made for each other.”He linked their fingers together either side of her head as he continued to slide in and out, gathering speed until their bodies were meeting with a slap each time.“So good.You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”He smooched her lips, then pulled away breathless and buried his face in the side of her neck.His bottom kept rising, their hips grinding.The sheer driving tempo of it made her moan.
A tear leaked from her eye and ran around the back of her ear.
Nash didn’t notice.
She sniffed, trying to hold it together, concentrate on the good.How nice it all felt.
Nice.Such an insipid word.Nice is for bake sales, Rock Giant of three years gone said in her head.
Sweat coated Nash’s back.His chin kept banging against her collarbone.He was close, and there was a cat… a fucking cat in her hair.Mel flicked her grey and white tail before Jodi’s face, so it swept in front of her like a wiper blade.
Sexy, nope.
Distracting, absolutely.
“Not now,” she tried to bat the cat aside, and succeeded only in slamming the back of her hand into something hard sat on the floor.She squeaked in pain.Her muscles cramped.
“Oh, fuck!”Above her, Nash arched backwards.“Oh, fuck.I’m there.God, Jodi, I love you.”
He pumped into her deeply and another twice, then shuddered, and cried out as he ejaculated.
Exhausted, Nash collapsed over her.
He lay lathered and still, his weight restricting her lungs.Jodi bit her lip.
“Sorry I couldn’t keep it together longer,” Nash said directly into her ear, and gave the lobe a little nip.After a minute or so, he rolled off her onto his back, allowing her to suck in some needy lungfuls of air.“Once we’re dressed, we’ll get your gear moved onto the bus.It’ll have to be soon, our set’s…” He trailed off and raised himself on one elbow to look at her.“You okay?You’re not saying much.”
“Fine.Just really thirsty,” she croaked.
Nash searched amongst the jumble she always seemed to accrue.“You’ve a flask here.”He lifted a small metal flask.Rock Giant’s boom-boom.How had that got here?She shook her head.Then, sat and stretched forward to stick her head into the outer compartment to reach the water carrier Lee had filled for her.She stuck a mug under its tap and waited for it to fill.
Nash clapped a hand against her bottom where it was raised aloft.“I’m gonna want to do you all over again if you keep jiggling your arse in my face like that.”
“You’ve a set to perform,” she pointed out.Then, downed the cup of sadly warm water.“You wouldn’t want to be late for that and disappoint all your lovely new fans.”He could bang her afterwards.That is, if he wasn’t too knackered.Which he frequently was.He never ate or drank enough, so his after show buzz inevitably left him within fifteen minutes and rendered him practically comatose within another half an hour.
