Page 15 of Naughty Songbird

There was nothing subtle about the way I rocked my hips against him. He lifted to meet me, bumping the hardness in his pants into my damp panties. A tingle raced through me from the delicious friction.

Before I knew it, we were rocking against each other on the couch while mauling each other with hungry hands. I’d call it dry humping, but my underwear was positively soaked with my arousal.

Levi squeezed my ass and groaned. “I’ve wanted to feel every inch of you since I was a horny teenage boy.”

I was too wrapped up in tasting his mouth to reply. He received needy moans for more instead. I ground over his erection harder, desperate for more friction.

Boldness overcame me when I grabbed his hand that wasn’t buried in my hair. I pulled it between our bodies and used his palm to cup my breast.

“Then feel me.” That made his pupils dilate and his nostrils flex.

In the next instant, Levi yanked up my T-shirt and jerked down my bra. The lace fabric gathered under my breasts and his face dropped. He took one puckered nipple into his mouth and flicked the pebbled bud with the tip of his tongue.

I trembled in his lap and my fingers dug into his shoulders. My breathy gasps blew over the top of his head as he trailed long, wet licks and pinching bites over my breasts.

His knuckles skimmed over my bare stomach, causing my abdomen to contract from the feather-light touch. Then his hand dropped lower, and he traced his fingers over my thighs. The sensation almost tickled, but it was mind-numbingly arousing.

Then his thumb traced over my underwear, following the line of my slit. I panted when he pressed his fingers into the damp fabric.

“Fuck,” he dragged out. “You’re so wet.”

Levi hooked a finger in my panties and pushed them to the side. A hot and heavy surge dipped in my lower stomach when he dragged a single finger through my lower lips into my wetness. I cried out and lightning struck me from my head to my toes when his digit rubbed over my clit.

“Fuck. Your voice is so pretty when you cry out,” Levi rasped before gently biting my breast. “I want to make you come, Diana. I want to hear you sing when you come for me.”

Eyes closed and head thrown back, I clawed at his shoulder and rocked my hips over his hand. I struggled to form words over my thick tongue. “Do it. Please, touch me.”

Levi circled his finger repeatedly over my clit, slick with building arousal. He buried his face against my neck, and I held him for dear life.

When he slipped his finger into my pussy, my breath lurched out of me. I clenched my jaw to control my volume, and his low chuckle vibrated against my chest.

Levi cupped his hand between my legs and added a second finger. The two digits pumped into me as the heel of his palm massaged my clit.

I’d allowed no one to touch me like this before. A decade of fear had held me back. I relished in my mind drifting into a carnal haze where all my thoughts and feelings centered on the rockstar finger-fucking me.

His mouth littered my throat with kisses and tender nibbles. One of them would surely leave a mark in the morning, but it didn’t matter when the pleasure he gave me felt too good to care.

And suddenly the thought of Levi marking me, leaving a sign of himself on my body, that made my core go taut. I wanted him to leave evidence that he’d had me in this intimate manner.

In the rising seconds before my climax, my moans warped into breathless gasps. My fingers twisted in the back of his hair, and he growled into my neck when I tugged the ends.

But he didn’t falter and the hot coil in my core sprung loose, releasing the tension in my entire body. Vicious tremors seized me as his fingers continued pumping into me, easing me through the rolling waves of an intense orgasm.

I sagged against his chest, soaking in the afterglow of pleasure. Each breath I dragged in chased away some of the haze clouding my mind.

“Damn, those noises you make drive me wild.” His awed tone brought a new flush of red over my cheeks. He withdrew his fingers coated in my release and sucked them into his mouth. An appreciative moan followed as he licked them clean.

Clarifying mortification swept away the last of my wanton wildness. A post-climactic clarity forced me to open my eyes and take in my surroundings.

Was I about to let Levi Stark fuck me in a filthy rockstar dressing room? I couldn’t have my first time in a place like that.

Shaking like a leaf, I peeled myself off his lap. I swallowed over a dry throat while shoving my clothes back into place.

Levi looked up at me, brows knit together and lips curving down. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, it was great. Thanks,” I rushed out. More words spilled from my rambling tongue—more than I should have said. “I can’t do this here. I can’t have my first time in a place like this. I’m just not doing that. I’ve gotta go home.”

Levi’s eyes widened into his forehead, and his jaw dropped. The expression made the skull makeup look silly. He shot up from the couch and his voice came out thin. “Wait, first time?”

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