Page 98 of Crimson Desires

Or so, I thought.

“We all need to be protected sometimes,” Jack said. “You protected me, remember? Outside of Sue’s bagel shop, in New York.”

“I remember,” I said. I allowed my eyelids to flutter shut. “Jack, could you put an arm around me?” I asked.

Jack chuckled, complying with my request. He carefully wrapped his arm around my back, his hand protectively curling around my waist. The warm sensation of security filled me. For the first time since I was a child, I felt safe enough to be vulnerable.

“Thanks, Jack. For being there for me.”

Jack kissed the top of my head. “Of course, Aster.”

Something stirred in my core. A white-hot hunger.

“Jack, do you want to go back to the tour bus?” I asked.

Jack furrowed his brows. “Are you sure? You just went through a pretty bad experience. I don’t want to make it worse.”

I swallowed hard. There wasn’t a single drop of alcohol in my system. Just an overwhelming sensation of desire and want. I placed my hand on Jack’s crotch, rubbing him through his jeans. Jack’s thighs tensed.

“I’m sure,” I said.

Jack didn’t waste any more time on uncertainties. “Okay. Let’s go.”

***

After seeing how bad Killing Kiss’s tour bus was, I had a new appreciation for the cleanliness of Wicked Crimson’s bus.

Jack kissed me as we made our way to the back of the bus. His lips were gentle but dominating as they moved against mine.

Jack laid me down on the soft couch, his hands slipping under my shirt and roving over my bare skin. I bit my lip as Jack reached around my back and deftly undid my bra. He undressed me with delicate care, stopping every so often to pepper kisses on my sensitive, exposed skin.

For a moment after he’d taken off my shorts and underwear, he just looked at me, his expression overflowing with affection.

“You are so gorgeous, Aster Jennings,” he whispered.

Jack lowered his head between my thighs. I sucked in an anticipatory breath as he hovered next to my already-soaked core. He licked teasingly up my slit before coming to my clitoris. Jack swirled his tongue around the sensitive nub, encouraging the fire in my gut to grow hotter—hungrier.

I moaned as he expertly ate me out, kissing and licking and sucking until I felt I might go crazy from the pleasure.

“Jack,” I whimpered, my voice breathy and thin. “I’m going to come...!”

Jack pulled away for just a moment. He looked at me and smiled crookedly. “Then come for me, flower girl.”

He went back down ravenously, his lips and tongue somehow moving even faster.

I moaned wantonly, my orgasm cracking through my body like a lightning strike. Jack licked me languidly as I rode it out.

I didn’t have long to bask in the afterglow. Jack unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off, revealing his hard dick. Even though I’d just finished, the fire in my gut hadn’t been sated. I wanted more.

Jack slid a condom over his dick, stroking himself slowly as he stared at me. The view was unbearably attractive.

Using his free hand, Jack circled my clit with his thumb. I yelped at the jolt of overstimulation.

“Not my clit,” I said. “Too soon.”

“Can I still fuck you?” Jack asked.

I nodded. “Please.”

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