Author: Olivia Cunning

“Is that…”

“A cock ring, with a special part for your enjoyment.”

She shook her head. “You don’t need it.”

He grinned wickedly and crushed the ring in his hand. It started vibrating. “I think you’l like this.”

He tossed the covers aside and slid the ring over his cock, al the way to the base. He shuddered. “I like it, too.”

“Fine, we’l try it. I just think we’re too hot for each other to need toys.”

“Are you complaining?” He rol ed on top of her, a persistent hum coming from his crotch area.

“No. I just think…”

He slid into her, backing out several times to wet himself with her juices. She forgot about everything but the feel of him inside her. When he buried himself completely, the vibrating attachment on the cock ring brushed against her clit. She jerked. “Whoa.” He had the attention of every nerve ending in her body.

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” he murmured.

He quickly found a rhythm that excited them both.

She was certain his cock was engorged even larger than usual. The Beast stretched her to her limits and the amazing gadget buzzed against her sensitive clit with each penetrating stroke.

“Oh my,” she gasped, shuddering hard against him.

He stayed buried deep while she came, continuing to stimulate her clit until she cried out.

“You like it?” He kissed her jaw as she continued to shudder.

Her body arched off the bed, grinding him deeper stil . He pul ed back and thrust into her again. She couldn’t stop shuddering. The pleasure between her thighs needed to be offset by something. She unhooked the front clasp of her bra and shoved the fabric aside impatiently. Covering her breasts with her hands, she gritted her teeth and pinched her stiff nipples as hard as she could. A little pain balanced the pleasure nicely. She shuddered harder. He pushed one of her hands aside and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“Ah,” she cried.

His fingers stroked her hair gently while he tugged on her breast with his mouth. His hard sucking felt even better than the pain she’d inflicted. She swore his cock was stil thickening. Or maybe she was more swol en than normal. Whatever its cause, the head of his dick rubbed against her g-spot with each thrust. She knew of female ejaculation, but had never experienced it while making love before. Exploration with a vibrator, yes, she’d achieved it a few times, but a man never brought her even close to the experience. Until now.

“Brian,” she whispered urgently.

He lifted his head from her breast and kissed her lips. He groaned, his teeth clenched, lip curled. “God, this feels fantastic,” he murmured. “Skin on skin. Warm, soft velvet al around me. I want to be inside of you forever.”

That was the difference. No condom.

“Yes,” she agreed. “Oh,” she gasped. “Brian. Brian? I think. I think I’m gonna…”

“Just let go, baby. I’l make you come again. You don’t have to hold back.”

“You don’t un-understand. This…”

She bore down on his cock as if trying to pee, and wasn’t disappointed. A hard, pulsating orgasm gripped her insides. She cried out. So much different than a clitoral orgasm. Primal in intensity. Every organ in her lower body clenched in hard spasm, relaxed, clenched again. Fucking fantastic.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as her back arched off the bed. He held her back with one hand until the orgasm subsided.

“What happened there?” he whispered.

When her body stopped quaking, she opened her eyes to look at his concerned face.

“That felt different, Myrna. You okay?”

“I’m better than okay.” She grinned. “Ever hear of female ejaculation?”

He quirked an eyebrow at her. “I thought that was a myth.”

She laughed brokenly, almost maniacal y. “Did that feel like a myth to you?’

He grinned. “No, actual y…”

“Without a condom, the head of your cock rubs my g-spot every time you pul out and thrust inside me. It’s as if we were—”

“Made for each other.”

“Yeah.” She laughed. “Isn’t that the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard?”

He scowled. “I don’t think it’s ridiculous.”

She touched his face. Such a romantic. “Why are you taking a break, Brian? I thought you wanted to come inside me.”

“I already did.”

“You did?”

He laughed. “No, sweetheart. That was al you. Do you want to be on top for a while? I’m getting light-headed.”

On top? When she was on top, she always came twice as often. She didn’t know if she could handle his vibrating cock ring in that position. She was wil ing to endure it for his sake, however.

“Yeah, okay.”

He pul ed out slowly, wincing when he fel free of her body, and rol ed onto his back. She hadn’t just been imagining that his cock was thicker than usual. Pulsating. The skin strained over thick veins, its head an angry purple.

“That Beast real y is going to tear me in half today. No wonder you’re light-headed.”

She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and cradled his nuts in her hand, massaging gently. He groaned. He shifted toward the side table drawer and searched blindly for something. After a moment, he pressed something into her hand. “Put that inside me.”

She examined the smal object. Black. About the size of her thumb. She released the head of his cock from her mouth and squeezed his bal s until he gasped in pain. When she released them, he groaned.

“A butt plug? You are a little kinky, aren’t you, Master Sinclair?”

He hesitated and then lifted his head to look at her. “Does it bother you? I can put it away.” His hand extended toward her to take it back.

She rol ed her eyes at him and stretched out on her bel y, her face between his legs. His body jerked when she thrust her tongue into his ass. She licked him eagerly, wetting the area with her saliva until he dripped with the moisture from her mouth.

“Oh God, Myr,” he gasped. “My cock is in desperate need of attention.”

She squeezed his nuts again, but ignored his engorged member, as she thrust her tongue in and out of his ass. If she touched his cock, he’d explode, and she’d promised him that he could come inside her—not on his own bel y. When his thighs began to tremble, she decided he’d had enough and slid the plug into his ass. He tensed. Groaned. Shuddered. God, she wanted to ride him. She crawled up his body and straddled his hips, guiding his rock hard cock inside. She gritted her teeth and sank down, taking him al at once. He arched his back and covered his eyes with the palms of his hands.

“Ah, fuck, Myrna. Fuck.”

She slid up his pole.

His back arched more. His entire body trembled. She took him deep again, the vibrating cock ring stimulating her clit. She shuddered, rising and fal ing faster. She raked her nails down his bel y. He convulsed. Chanted her name. Writhed in ecstasy. She’d never seen a guy get off so hard. It excited her beyond anything in her experience. He began to drive himself up into her, lifting his hips up off the mattress, as if he was unable to keep them stil . He thrust. Thrust. Thrust up into her like an animal. Gasps and groans punctuated each thrust as they strained against each other, both close to letting go. When her body shuddered with release, he grabbed her hips and held her down as he came, spurting inside her, his body tense, face contorted with pleasure. He forgot to breathe.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

After a long moment, he inhaled deeply and relaxed into the bed, stil shuddering. She fel forward, col apsing on top of him. His arm wrapped around her back.

She turned her head so she could look at him.

He panted unevenly to catch his breath, a delirious smile on his face. “That…” he murmured, “that…”

“Was fantastic.”

“There are no words.”

“Did it live up to your expectations? Coming inside me, I mean.”

He opened his eyes. “You have to ask? I think we created our own supernova with that explosion.”

She grinned at him. “But you didn’t hear any music that time?”

“I heard an entire symphonic orchestra.” He laughed. “I’m not sure if I can use it. We’l have to take it down a notch if I’m going to get any writing done for the band.”

She lifted her head and pouted down at him. “You don’t real y mean that, do you?”

“Yeah, I do. I don’t think I can stand to come that hard more than once or twice a day.”

She sighed. “I guess I’l have to learn to live with it.” She ducked her head to hide a grin and kissed his shoulder tenderly. He rol ed her onto her back and removed his hardware, tossing the items back into the drawer. He settled down amongst the pil ows and held his arms open. “Come here, baby,” he whispered, almost asleep. “I want to hold you.”

If she wanted to keep this thing between them solely about sex, she knew she shouldn’t indulge him, but she relented and moved into his arms. He arranged the covers around them. Her legs were definitely warm now, but cuddling up against him warmed more than her body. She sighed and relaxed against his side, her head resting on his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head and hummed a guitar riff under his breath just as he drifted off to sleep. She supposed she could tolerate being around this guy and his band mates for three months. Assuming they wanted her along for the ride.

Chapter 15

Brian watched Myrna button her shirt, hiding her sexy, lace bra from his appreciative gaze. The woman should be required to stay naked and in his bed at al times. Covering that body was an abomination. His sleep-muddled thoughts began to clear. Had she real y just asked him to cal a band meeting?

“Band meeting?” Brian asked.

“Yeah. I have something important to discuss with al of you,” she said. “Do you think we can get everyone together for a few minutes? It won’t take long. I promise.”

He sat up and dangled his legs over the edge of the bed. He rubbed his face vigorously. “What time is it?”

“Seven-ish, I think.”

“Seven-ish? As in seven a.m.?” He lay back down and covered himself with the comforter. “Come back to bed, Myrna. I haven’t seen seven a.m. in over three years.”

“Is it too early?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s waaaay too early.”

“Go back to sleep then. What time do you al usual y wake up?”

“Ten-ish. Or in Jace’s case, noon-ish.”

“Most of the day wil be gone by then.” She fastened her skirt and crossed the room to sit on the bed beside him. “I thought we were going to spend today together.”

He grinned at her sleepily. “So why are you out of bed and dressed?”

“I was planning on taking you to breakfast, since I’m starving. I was also hoping to pick up a toothbrush and maybe a change of clothes. I’m feeling kind of helpless, trapped here with no provisions.”

“Ah, I’m being an insensitive prick. Gotcha.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I’m up!” He tossed his covers aside and climbed out of bed. He hunted the floor for clothing. He found his boxers under the edge of the bed. He slid into them and stood at the foot of the bed, slapping his face with both palms to wake himself up. Myrna’s arms circled his waist from behind. She pressed her cheek against his back and then sucked a gentle trail of kisses over his skin from one shoulder blade to the other. He paused. Affectionate in the morning? Good to know. When her hands flattened over his bel y, he stiffened, instantly alert. Her kisses trailed down his spine and back up. She then rested her cheek against his back and sighed.