Page 54 of Reverb
The way she sat, how her eyes were wide and shaded toward green, the flush of her body. “It turns you on to watch,” he murmured.
“Fuck yeah, it does. It’s... I don’t know how to describe it.” Her gaze traced over his body. “More intimate than being naked.”
That wasn’t far from the truth. “I don’t mind.” Other lovers had minded watching him, even back before he’d transitioned, so he’d usually step into the bathroom to avoid the awkwardness.
But Mish cut through all that. He let her watch as he strapped his dick on, and god, it did turn her on. Enough that she was fingering herself, which only made him want her more. “Fuck, baby. We should have done this ages ago.”
She laughed, breathless and full of joy. “Yeah, probably. Except we haven’t known each other that long.”
Three weeks. That’s all. Seemed short and far too long.
He closed the distance between them and devoured that mouth of hers. She answered back hungrily until he had to break the contact to catch a breath. Before he could say anything, she lowered her head and took the tip of his cock between her lips.
The sight of her mouth spread wide and the pressure against him had him raking his fingers through her hair. Might was well be his dick—hell, itwashis dick. Every bob, every pull sent fire pouring into him.
Mish hummed, a content sound. Same one she’d made sucking him off before. Beautiful, with her copper curls between his hands and falling around her face and her lips stretched around the festive colors of his cock.
But after a few more times swallowing him, Mish pulled off. Her breath came in huffs and her pupils were huge with desire. “I need you inside me. David. Hard. Fast.”
He paused just long enough to slip the condom and some lube over his dick, then crawled over her. “I can do that.”
He was glad for the lube, ’cause she wastight. And moaning, and demanding that he just fuck her already.
“Yes, ma’am.” Was more breath than anything else.
Mish slapped his ass. Hard enough that he hissed at the pain and the afterglow of pleasure. “Don’t youma’amme, David fucking Altet.”
He laughed and claimed her mouth. Didn’t take long before he was sliding his thick length in and out of her, which had her nipping at his lips, her eyes closed and every inch of her meeting his strokes. “Yeah, like that. God.”
“Rock queen is a size queen,” he murmured. He pistoned in and out of her, enjoying her cries and the shivers that ran through her body.
Mish grabbed his hair with both hands and dragged him down into another bruising kiss. When she let him go, her eyes were fire and her smile devilish. “Shut up and fuck me.”
He did. His hands on her hips, thrusting as fast and as hard as he could. Nails scraped against his skin, and Mish threw back her head, each breath a groan of pleasure that only served to turn David on even more.
God, he was going to come. So was Mish, if the tremors in her body and the changing pitch of her cries were any indication. He shifted his angle, licked his thumb, and found her clit.
Mish’s eyes flew open and lighted on his. “Oh fuck.”
Then she broke apart beneath him, coming hard and fast and so damn loud. Yeah, he was gonna get some stares tomorrow from her bandmates.
David didn’t fucking care, because he was there, too, his own groans as loud, his vision a haze, and his body one long, trembling mess.
He pulled out, then sank down next to her, his breath sharp and heavy. Legs still tangled with Mish’s. Fuck, that had been something else. Blinding, wall-banging sex. With Mish Sullivan.
David stared up at the ceiling.Holy shit.
Fingers traced over his jaw, through his beard. “Hey.” Mish’s voice was soft. “You okay?”
He started at that and propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look at her face. “Isn’t that my line?”
She snorted. “Not if I get there first.”
He let himself fall back onto the mattress. “Yeah. I’m fine. Better than fine. Just...you blow me away.”
She caressed his cheek again. “Ditto, David. Ditto.”
Warmth spread through him, even as his mind whirled. He’d take that, too.
