Bad Boy Romance: Nick (Romantic Suspense Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Contemporary Short Stories) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 2) by Jade Allen Page B
Authors: Jade Allen
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In minutes we were both naked. No panties on her either, I thought as I peeled her pants off to reveal nothing but bare skin. I reached
up between her legs and cupped her pussy with the heel of my palm, rubbing
against the already soaking wet folds. “You’re not going to call this a mistake
later, are you?” I asked her quietly, smirking to myself as I heard the soft
moan leave her lips. I slid my fingers between her labia and stroked her up and
down, barely missing her clit, teasing her. I rubbed my cock against her thigh;
I needed some kind of relief from the pressure I could feel building up in it
every time my heart beat in my chest.
“I’m not talking about that right now,” Olivia murmured. “If
you try and make me I am going to shove you out of the bunk.” I chuckled,
finding her clit by touch and stroking the little bead of nerves until she
moaned. I kissed her, swallowing down the moans as Olivia twisted and writhed
underneath me. She was so wet, so hot—I couldn’t stand it.
“Fuck, Liv,” I murmured, sliding one finger inside of her,
“Fuck. I need you. Are you ready for me?” I worked my finger in and out of her
as her muscles flexed around me, tightening. I was already covered in sweat, my
heart pounding in my chest.
“Y-yeah,” Olivia replied, her breath catching in her throat
as I added another finger. I kissed her again and shifted down between her
legs, bringing my hand away from her hot, wet pussy for just a moment. I guided
my cock up against her slick folds and Olivia wrapped her legs around my waist,
pushing her hips down just as I thrust up into her. I groaned as her muscles
flexed around me, clenching my teeth and struggling to hold back. She felt so
good—so fucking good—it was almost impossible not to lose it right away.
I took a deep breath and focused down, rocking my hips
against Olivia’s. I kissed her everywhere I could reach: her lips, her face,
her neck, moving down to bury my face against her full, firm tits. I found each
of her nipples in turn and latched on, sucking and licking as she moved
underneath me and all around me, moans leaving her lips over and over again. I
tried to go slow, tried to savor the moment, but she felt too good. I could
feel the orgasm building up inside of me, the tension deep down between my
hips, in the pit of my stomach.
Olivia fell into my rhythm like she’d known it all her life,
and in minutes we were both going at it as if we were the only people on the
bus, panting and gasping for breath, sweat mingling together on our bodies. I
started thrusting faster and faster, kissing her more and more desperately,
holding back by sheer force of will—I had to feel her come first.
I heard Olivia gasp; I felt her muscles all lock down at
once. And then she moaned, her lips pressed against my neck, and her whole body
shuddered. I gave into the climax, thrusting into her mindlessly as wave after
wave of pleasure washed through us both, driving out every last thought in my
head except for how good she felt, how good it felt to come inside of her.
I kept moving until the spasms started to abate. By the time
I sagged against her, half-crumpling onto the mattress, Olivia was done too,
panting and trembling in the aftershocks. “Trying Your Luck” swirled around us;
it sounded exactly like the sex we’d just been having, the guitar runs wild and
probing, the rhythm low-slung and caressing. “This was not a mistake,” I
told Olivia quietly, wrapping my arms around her and burying my face against
her neck. “You know it just as well as I do.”
“That really hit you hard, didn’t it?” I met Olivia’s gaze
and shrugged.
“It bothers me a bit,” I admitted. I felt too good to even
try and think of a lie. “Wouldn’t it bother you?”
“Probably,” Olivia said after considering it for a moment.
“Okay fine, none of this was a mistake. It was a bad life choice.”
“You get to come this hard, get a great assignment out of it
to
In minutes we were both naked. No panties on her either, I thought as I peeled her pants off to reveal nothing but bare skin. I reached
up between her legs and cupped her pussy with the heel of my palm, rubbing
against the already soaking wet folds. “You’re not going to call this a mistake
later, are you?” I asked her quietly, smirking to myself as I heard the soft
moan leave her lips. I slid my fingers between her labia and stroked her up and
down, barely missing her clit, teasing her. I rubbed my cock against her thigh;
I needed some kind of relief from the pressure I could feel building up in it
every time my heart beat in my chest.
“I’m not talking about that right now,” Olivia murmured. “If
you try and make me I am going to shove you out of the bunk.” I chuckled,
finding her clit by touch and stroking the little bead of nerves until she
moaned. I kissed her, swallowing down the moans as Olivia twisted and writhed
underneath me. She was so wet, so hot—I couldn’t stand it.
“Fuck, Liv,” I murmured, sliding one finger inside of her,
“Fuck. I need you. Are you ready for me?” I worked my finger in and out of her
as her muscles flexed around me, tightening. I was already covered in sweat, my
heart pounding in my chest.
“Y-yeah,” Olivia replied, her breath catching in her throat
as I added another finger. I kissed her again and shifted down between her
legs, bringing my hand away from her hot, wet pussy for just a moment. I guided
my cock up against her slick folds and Olivia wrapped her legs around my waist,
pushing her hips down just as I thrust up into her. I groaned as her muscles
flexed around me, clenching my teeth and struggling to hold back. She felt so
good—so fucking good—it was almost impossible not to lose it right away.
I took a deep breath and focused down, rocking my hips
against Olivia’s. I kissed her everywhere I could reach: her lips, her face,
her neck, moving down to bury my face against her full, firm tits. I found each
of her nipples in turn and latched on, sucking and licking as she moved
underneath me and all around me, moans leaving her lips over and over again. I
tried to go slow, tried to savor the moment, but she felt too good. I could
feel the orgasm building up inside of me, the tension deep down between my
hips, in the pit of my stomach.
Olivia fell into my rhythm like she’d known it all her life,
and in minutes we were both going at it as if we were the only people on the
bus, panting and gasping for breath, sweat mingling together on our bodies. I
started thrusting faster and faster, kissing her more and more desperately,
holding back by sheer force of will—I had to feel her come first.
I heard Olivia gasp; I felt her muscles all lock down at
once. And then she moaned, her lips pressed against my neck, and her whole body
shuddered. I gave into the climax, thrusting into her mindlessly as wave after
wave of pleasure washed through us both, driving out every last thought in my
head except for how good she felt, how good it felt to come inside of her.
I kept moving until the spasms started to abate. By the time
I sagged against her, half-crumpling onto the mattress, Olivia was done too,
panting and trembling in the aftershocks. “Trying Your Luck” swirled around us;
it sounded exactly like the sex we’d just been having, the guitar runs wild and
probing, the rhythm low-slung and caressing. “This was not a mistake,” I
told Olivia quietly, wrapping my arms around her and burying my face against
her neck. “You know it just as well as I do.”
“That really hit you hard, didn’t it?” I met Olivia’s gaze
and shrugged.
“It bothers me a bit,” I admitted. I felt too good to even
try and think of a lie. “Wouldn’t it bother you?”
“Probably,” Olivia said after considering it for a moment.
“Okay fine, none of this was a mistake. It was a bad life choice.”
“You get to come this hard, get a great assignment out of it
to
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