Page 56 of Dirty Rock

“That’s it?” I grinned against her neck before I trailed my tongue up over her jaw, across her bottom lip and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Fucking easy,” I breathed out.

“Hmm.” It was all the response she could give. I gripped her tighter, with a promise to return there later, replacing my hand with the desperate erection hidden behind my jeans. It rested between her legs, and that heat promised me things in return.

“I’ll admit, you’re full of surprises, pretty lady.”

Her pelvis rose. “You’re going to come in a minute,” she teased.

It made a burst of hoarse laughter rip at my throat before I pressed my hands to the side of her face and pulled her head closer to mine.

“I might make it to a minute and a half just to spite you now.”

“Bring on those ninety seconds, Sinatra.”

A soft sigh fell from my lips. It was a noise I couldn’t remember making before. A soft moment of contentment. A desire to stay right where I was a little longer. Just like this.

Stepping back, I smirked and undressed her slowly. Slithers of skin came into view with every piece of fabric I lifted, tugged down, and slid from her smooth body. The woman in jeans and a T-shirt, so simple and seductive, was soon a woman in black underwear that consisted of the thinnest bra to exist, and a little G-string I wanted to peel off with my teeth. Her skin was perfect—golden beacons of ivory silk staring back at me, screamingtouch me.A thousand lyrics I’d never sung before bashed from every corner of my skull as I stared at her, taking over thoughts that would once have dominated this very moment.

Too clean.

No marks.

No scars.

No tattoos upon her arms.

She’s mine in a time when touching her feels like a crime.

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself.

A taste. I needed a taste.

I shed my clothes quickly, remaining in nothing more than tight, black boxer shorts as I stood between her parted legs. I pressed my thighs to the bed, my rock-hard dick resting on the mattress as I leaned forward and trailed an index finger under the seam of her underwear. I took my time with a gentle stroke here, a tease of my nail dipping into the crease of her thigh, and a soft thumb over her sensitive clit. Her eyes closed like I was already fucking her. It made me want to be softer. To drag this out for as long as I could get away with.

I’d never wanted that before.

After enough soft torture, I rolled her G-string down, letting it rest with tension over her knees as I took her in. I ran a single digit through her folds, my breath pouring free as that dangerous heat hit my skin. She was bare, smooth and silky, and I couldn’t stop myself from bending down and tasting her. I nudged her underwear down with my knee, and it fell to the floor, leaving me to devour her. The second I closed my eyes and dropped my tongue onto her, I was gone.

This was more than honey, and it made me groan as I lapped her up, stroke after stroke. I pinned her down—one hand on her stomach, while my other squeezed her arse cheek, kneading it for fun, to bring her closer to me because I couldn’t get enough of her on my tongue.

Her breathing picked up pace, and those sounds—no longer drowned out by music—were better than ecstasy.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” I moaned against her.

“You…” Her comeback was cut short by a shudder running through her thighs, making them tremble as I nipped and sucked at her clit and slid a finger into her tight pussy. She contracted around me, and I built her up, pounding her with my crooked finger that was determined to break down her G-spot and claim the remnants as my own. “Oh…” she panted wildly, her arse cheeks tensing. “Oh…”

I buried my face deeper, tasting it all. She was wet—slick—and I slid my nose down the centre of her, taking my time to taste her at her entrance, before running my nose up to her clit and then nipping it between my teeth.

“Rhett,” she panted like a quiet prayer. I cast my eyes up and saw her looking down at me with both her hands fisted in her short hair. The sight of her coming undone made me painfully hard, and I vowed to not look away until she came around my fingers.

With a slow, teasing blink, I moaned against her, my tongue circling slowly.

Lyrics born from watching her banged off every wall in my mind, and when she tightened around me and her body stiffened, I watched her let go and climax… hard. Her cheekbones peaked, her eyebrows too, before all the air left her body and her stomach flexed, showing tight abs under tense skin.

I’ll never take another hit.

Never be another cheap trick.

I’ll never miss the things that make me tick.

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