Page 47 of Crave

He shudders, his cock pulsing inside me. He’s going so deep, fucking me into a frenzy. As I lean into the pain edging the pleasure, embracing it, I open to him further and further. I’m getting more excited, close to orgasm again.

“Ben, I’m gonna…oh God.” I rub my clit frantically.

“You’re touching yourself. Fuck,” he breathes.

The unexpected curse makes my pussy tighten. He must notice, because he does it again.

“Do it,” he pants, driving the point home with hard, heavy thrusts. “Rub your clit while I fuck you. Come on my cock, Katie, come so hard for me.”

I clench up tight. Then I melt. I quiver, spasming all over Ben. On his rock-hard flesh, buried deep in my pussy. It’s sudden and intimate and I have the strange feeling that I know him very well.

He whispers “Katie, Katie, Katie,” as I come. Undoing me even more, until I’m a puddle beneath him and he stares into my eyes, his face twisting in the throes of his climax. His thrusts are even deeper, more intense, as he releases a flood of cum inside me.

Finally, he slips from my pussy. We hold each other close, sweaty and content. His heart is racing, and I relish each beat as it slows.

“Still think I’m an angel?” he whispers.

“I think you’re Ben,” I whisper back. “You’re a sexy beast, but there’s some angel in there too.”

He grins shyly. “I fantasized about cumming on you,” he whispers in my ear, stretching his body over mine. “That first show, the night you took your shirt off. I thought about you throwing me the rest of your clothes. Once you were naked, I came all over your gorgeous breasts and belly and even your pussy. And since you couldn’t perform like that, I cleaned you off with a T-shirt from the merch table. Made sure I didn’t miss a spot.” He rubs his nose sweetly along my jaw. “You came too while I was doing that. Really hard.”

I smile into his shoulder. “Well, there goes my theory of you being a beautiful innocent.”

“Which part? Beautiful or innocent?”

I smack his ass lightly. “Ooh, sassy.”

He chuckles, but soon he stiffens in my arms.

“What is it, baby?”

“Katie, I don’t want this to be a one-night stand. If it is for you —” He takes a deep breath. “Tell me. Don’t spare my feelings. I’m just being honest.”

Jesus. He’s young, he’s unworldly, and everything is a first for him.

But I don’t want it to be a one-night stand either.

I want to wake up in bed next to Ben on a lazy Sunday morning and hear him call me Katie while we fix breakfast. I want us to pick up our guitars and make dirty, sweet, crazy music together. I want to fuck him until we’re completely fucked out.

I want to be with him.

“You really want to try to be together?” I ask.

He nods.

“Are you sure? I can be loud…obnoxious…”

“You’re incredible, is what you are.”

I kiss his sweaty neck. “And you’re an angel.”

He grins. For the first time, I see a glint of dry humor. “Okay, Katie. The angel thing?That’sobnoxious.”

I give him a last cuddle before we pull on our clothes. “Sorry, baby. You’re just a walking piece of heaven on earth.”

This time, I’m the one who gets my ass swatted. It bodes well for the future. We tiptoe out from behind the leopard-print curtains like triumphant teenagers, and I fall asleep with a smile.

In the morning, over breakfast in a diner with the band, I can’t help but open my mouth.

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