Page 82 of Hard Rock Temptation
He grabbed my thighs and slammed me down on his cock. I threw my head back in ecstasy as my slick walls parted to take him, gasping at the sensation of his cock bottoming out.
He lifted me and slammed me back down again. My mouth fell open soundlessly as I dug my nails into his shoulders. He continued pumping in and out of me, the pleasure rising higher and higher, until I felt like I might come apart at the seams. I was shaking and moaning in his arms.
But it still wasn’t enough. I needed more.
I took control, gyrating against him, setting the pace, furious and desperate, chasing my own pleasure. I dug my nails into his back, letting loose with abandon.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Oh my god. I can’t— Micah!!”
“There we go,” he hissed. “That’s what I want to see.”
He hit that spot inside me and I cried out, loud and long, as the pleasure crested and I found my peak, clenching and pulsing around him. He grunted as he followed me, biting down on my shoulder. It would no doubt leave a mark, the same as my nails in his back, and I relished the thought.
We finally came down from our high, panting and gasping for breath. I slumped forward and rested my forehead in the crook of Micah’s neck. He turned his head to bury his face in my hair, breathing deeply.
“So, did you get it?” I asked sleepily.
“Get what?” he asked, sounding equally worn out.
“Everything,” I answered.
Micah chuckled in my ear.
“Almost,” he said, that wicked note back in his voice.
“Almost?” I asked indignantly. “What more could you possibly want?”
He pulled back, his dark eyes sparkling with a secret delight.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
THIRTY-SIX
MICAH
“Zain, can you please put your phone on silent?” Anya begged. “All those dings are driving me crazy.”
“I can’t help it if the fans are going crazy tagging us in their posts,” Zain said, a smug look on his face. Then he shrugged. “Besides, it’s a good thing, yeah? It means people are raving about us.”
“I guess if people are talking about us, it keeps the label happy at least,” Anya conceded with a sigh.
“If that’s all the label’s looking for, I can get us as much attention as they could possibly want,” Finn spoke up with a snicker.
“NO,” we all shouted. We’d all just come from a meeting with some of the execs at the label, a meeting that had gone surprisingly well, all things considered, and we didn’t need Finn getting any ideas.
“I was kinda looking forward to going indie,” Finn said, unfazed as he stretched his arms lazily over his head. “Finally get the label off my back.”
“I thought you were a reformed man,” I said.
“Doesn’t mean I want a bunch of suits breathing down my neck until I die,” he retorted.
“Those suits are the ones who agreed to release our album,” I pointed out. “They’re the ones sending us limos to drive us back home.” I jutted my chin to the shiny black vehicle waiting outside the building. “We should be grateful to them.”
“Grateful tothem?” Finn scoffed. “We’re the ones making them a fuck ton of money, they should be down on their knees and thankingus.”
“The fans are the ones making this album a success,” Anya countered. “We owe everything to them.”
“If only they would show their love and appreciation in a slightly less obsessive way,” Chris said ruefully. “It’s kind of a lot to deal with.”
