Текст книги "Try Me"

Автор книги: Olivia Cunning

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“Don’t get me anymore worked up than I already am; I have surprises for you.” He glanced over his shoulder into the suite. “In my luggage.”

She tugged her head back, releasing him from the tight suction of her mouth. “What kind of surprises?”

“I’ll show you. Just . . . if you keep doing that, I’m gonna come and then I’ll probably fall asleep afterward.”

She stared up at him in disbelief. “I’ve never known a guy to turn down oral sex before.”

“At least let me reciprocate.”

He wrapped both arms around her, pressing her bare breasts firmly into his chest. The piercing in his nipple rubbed against her areola, and she thought she’d explode with lust. That forbidden piece of jewelry made her feel so naughty. So reckless. He made her feel that way. She loved all the unconventional things about him. She was starting to see why Nikki was so attracted to bad boys.

Belly-to-belly, Gabe walked her backward into the large open living area of the suite. When she turned her head to take in the lushly decorated room, he paused. She looked up at him in question and he caught her mouth in a deep kiss. Melanie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him in return, making no protest when he pushed her jeans down over her hips. He grabbed her ass in both large hands and pressed her more securely against him, his thick cock prodding her in the belly.

He started moving her backward again. This time he didn’t stop until her legs came in contact with the bed. He eased her down onto the mattress, still kissing her. When he had her where he wanted her, he lifted his weight onto his hands, tugged his mouth free of her eager lips, and stared down at her.

“Your pants are in my way,” he murmured.

She tried to struggle out of them—they were in her way as well—but their bellies were plastered together and he had her jeans trapped against the edge of the bed with his lower body.

“Don’t rush,” he said. “I want to look at you first.”

He shifted away and climbed to his feet, leaving her alone and disoriented with her legs dangling off the bed. He grabbed her jeans and pulled them off in one tug. He left her panties and her high-heeled sandals in place. She squirmed toward the middle of the bed, using her elbows and heels to propel herself across the mattress. He seized one ankle just above the strap of her shoe, and she stopped.

“Show me how you like it,” he said.

“What?”

“I couldn’t tell if you like it gentle or rough, so show me.”

“How am I supposed to show you?”

“Touch your breasts.”

“Gabe, I’d like anythi—”

The look he gave her threatened to melt her panties right off her body. “Show me, Mel.”

She flopped onto her back and grabbed her breasts in both hands. Wasn’t the entire purpose of having a partner to get her off so she didn’t have to do it herself? She plucked at her nipples until they were sufficiently hard and then dropped her hands.

“Satisfied?”

He chuckled. “Not even. Take off your panties.”

“Gabe . . . ”

“Take them off.”

She huffed and reached for her panties, jerking them off over her butt.

“Not like that.” He leaned across the bed and covered her hands with his to slow her motions into a leisurely, deliberate tease. “Look at me while you slip them off,” he said. “So I can’t decide if I want to stare into your eyes or catch my first glimpse of your swollen pussy. Is it wet?”

“Dripping.”

His gaze shifted down her body and he shuddered, his teeth worrying his bottom lip as if he was restraining it from seeking the heated flesh between her thighs.

How decidedly delicious that Gabe was telling her what he liked, telling her in the same way he’d asked her to tell him. She’d never been with a man who gave instructions, and she’d never bluntly told a lover exactly what she wanted from him in bed, but maybe with Gabe it wouldn’t be awkward. Maybe for once she wouldn’t have to fake her orgasm.

“I understand,” she whispered. “I’ll follow your instructions.”

Their eyes met, and she tried to hold his gaze as she slowly worked her panties down her legs. He glanced down to check her progress and took a stuttering breath before returning his gaze to her eyes.

“That’s sexy,” he whispered. “I want to look at your body, but denying myself makes me want you more.”

She tugged her panties past her knees and wriggled to open her thighs, to bathe her heated flesh in the cool room air.

He inhaled deeply and then grabbed his thick cock in one hand. “Fuck,” he said breathlessly, “your scent is driving me insane.” He stroked his length slowly from base to tip. “Tell me what you like, baby. I want to please you.”

Melanie closed her eyes. It made it easier to talk to him. “I liked it when you were gentle with one breast and rough with the other. It made me hot. Can you do it both ways at the same time?”

She cracked an eyelid open to see if he’d been paying attention. His gorgeous smile made an appearance.

“What else makes you hot?”

You asking what makes me hot makes me hot.

She slowly slipped her panties off one foot and spread her legs wide. Trembling with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, she held herself open with one hand and traced the inner folds of her pussy with two fingers of her other hand. He watched her motion with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his breathing harsh and raged.

“I like a man to stroke my lips until I’m dripping wet and I feel I’m going to die if he doesn’t fuck me soon. Even if I’m begging for him, he just keeps teasing and teasing until I don’t think he’ll ever give me what I want. Then he slips a finger inside me.” She traced her opening with her fingertip. Dipped the tip of her finger inside. Her pussy clenched, trying to draw it deeper within. “He keeps it buried deep while he strokes my clit.” She slowly drew her finger to her clit and then rubbed it in circles. Pulsations of pleasure radiated from her core, begging for a more rigorous touch. Faster strokes. She denied herself the relief of a quick orgasm, keeping her motions deliberately slow and gentle. The mesmerized way Gabe watched her motions, while matching her pace as he stroked his length, spiked her lust into the stratosphere. She’d never been more turned on in her life and he’d scarcely touched her.

She didn’t know what excited her more: her fingers on herself or Gabe watching her as if hypnotized. But she was lying about what a man did to make her hot. That’s how she got herself off; she’d never had a man figure it out. But telling him. Showing him. There was no way he could get it wrong.

“Then,” she said, her voice low and husky, “when I start coming and my pussy is clenching, he pounds two fingers into me over and over again, as hard as he can. Driving me higher and higher.”

“I can smell how turned on you are, baby,” Gabe said. “I want to taste you. What do you want me to do with my tongue?”

She never expected to like this openness in the bedroom. She’d imagined it would be embarrassing. It wasn’t as hard to tell him what she enjoyed as she thought it would be. And showing him? It just made her even hotter.

“I want your tongue firm and writhing against my clit until my juices are dripping down my ass, and then I want you to lap up the hot mess you created.” She captured her juices on the tips of her fingers and brought them to her mouth. “I want to taste myself on your lips when you kiss me afterwards.” She licked the cum off her fingers. “Mmm. Dirty.”

He dove onto the bed with her, catching her thighs on his shoulders as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue brushed against her clit, and she cried out. Talking was sexy, but doing it was so much better. He rubbed his tongue against her clit and shifted so he could trace her inner folds with two fingers the way she’d showed him.

“Oh yes, Gabe.” she gasped. He pleasured her so much better than she pleasured herself. His lips latched onto her clit and he sucked. “I love that,” she said. “No one’s ever done that . . . Oh God! Wait. I think . . . ”

He released her clit, leaving her orgasm just out of reach. “Don’t come yet,” he said. “You just told me you like to be teased.”

“Maybe I’m multi-orgasmic.”

“Are you?” His tongue brushed her clit, and he continued to trace her aching opening with two fingers.

“I don’t know. No guy has ever made me come before.”

His eyes widened. “Never?”

“Not unless I help him out by touching myself.”

“You’re kidding.”

She shook her head. “I wish I were. I usually just fake it.” Why had she told him that? Her face heated with embarrassment.

“Don’t fake it with me, Mel. If what I’m doing isn’t working for you, tell me.”

“It’s working for me. That sucking thing really worked for me.” She hoped he took her hint without making her beg him to suck her clit again.

“Do you like a finger in your ass when you come?” he asked before his tongue flicked her clit again. Her entire body jerked in response.

“I don’t think so.”

“Have you ever tried it?”

“Well, no, but . . . ”

“I’ll do it. You tell me if you like it or not.”

Her already thundering heart raced out of control. What in the world was she agreeing to? “Okay.”

He fell silent as he concentrated on pleasing the flesh between her legs with his lips. His tongue. His hands. The suckling sounds were almost as erotic as the feel of his mouth on her. He traced her slippery lips with his fingertips, teasing her until she bucked against his hand.

“Fuck me, Gabe. Please. Just . . . Just put it in and pound me. Pound me hard. I want you so bad.”

His finger slid deep, and she took a strangled breath. She rocked against his hand, wanting him to thrust his fingers in and out of her though she knew damned well she’d just told him she’d like him to hold his hand still at this point. He sucked her clit into his mouth and rubbed it vigorously with the flat of his tongue. Ah. Wow. Yes. Like that. Oh. Fuck. Gabe!

Her womb clenched. Spasms of release coursed through her pelvis and spread through her body. Mouth open in ecstasy, Melanie forgot how to breathe. Gabe slid a second finger into her clenching pussy and the tip of a third finger into her ass. He pressed all three digits deep and then pulled them free and pounded them into her again and again and again as she came. And came. She was still shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure when he pulled his hand free and used his tongue to clean the come from her quivering pussy. Cleaning up the hot mess he’d made. She sucked a deep breath into her lungs.

She was completely limp by the time he moved up the bed to lie beside her. He kissed her, giving her a taste of her own cum on his lips. She suckled his tongue until she could no longer taste herself, though she could still smell her sex on his skin. She wasn’t sure why it turned her on. Why she’d never admitted that fact to anyone. Not even to herself.

“You didn’t fake that did you?”

She chuckled weakly. “I wouldn’t know how to fake that.”

He smiled. “Well, now I know one thing you like.”

“That only counted as one thing?” It had felt like ten blissful experiences in one.

“Mmm-hmm.” He trailed gentle kisses along her jaw and throat. “Let’s figure out what else you like.”

“Let me catch my breath so I can figure out what you like.”

“I’m not finished with you yet.” He slid down her body and gently licked and suckled one nipple while he squeezed and tugged on the other. He continually stimulated her left breast with harsh, rough motions of his fingers and mouth until it was reddened, sore, and aroused, while her right breast was pampered with tender touches and kisses that left it yearning, achy, and excited. And her breasts weren’t the only parts of her body that were throbbing with need. Her pussy was wet and swollen again already. She had no doubt that he could make her come a second time. This time she wanted him inside her when she came.

“Gabe,” she pleaded, “I want you inside me. I want to wrap my arms and legs around you as you thrust deep and grind against me.”

“We both want that, baby, but not yet. First, I want you to suck on my sac and tease my ass. Get me really worked up.”

Suck on his whozit and tease his what? “I don’t . . . know how.”

“That’s okay. I’ll tell you how I like it.”

Only fair, she supposed. He’d listened to how she liked it and hadn’t hesitated in pleasing her. He rolled onto his back, and her pussy throbbed when she saw how hard and swollen his cock was. She needed to hurry up and get him worked up so he would fill her with that monster. She’d never seen a cock that big, much less had one inside her. Her vibrator would have felt inadequate in its presence.

Gabe propped a few pillows beneath his shoulders and head, lay back, and spread his legs. “Gentle,” he said. “They’re really sensitive.”

She settled between his thighs and lowered her head to draw her tongue over the seam that ran between his nuts. His entire body jerked, and he clenched the covers beneath him in tight fists. She moved her head to suckle the skin over one ball and flick it with her tongue.

“Ah,” he gasped. “I thought you said you didn’t know how. That’s perfect. I love it.”

And she loved the way he was reacting to her unpracticed motions. She moved her mouth to the other side.

“Wet, um . . . wet your finger in your mouth and . . . ”

When he didn’t continue, she lifted her head and slipped her finger into her mouth. “Do what?”

“God, you’re good,” he whispered. “Don’t stop. Wait. What was I . . . Um . . . ” He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. “Not sure if I can take much more. Just rub your wet finger against my ass. Don’t put it in. Just . . . rub.”

His ass? Unsettled by his request, she tentatively stroked his sensitive hole with her fingertip. He sucked in a startled breath and nearly leaped off the bed.

“Did I do it wrong?” she asked.

“No, baby. You almost made me explode. I can’t wait any longer.” He rolled off the bed and landed on his knees. He unzipped a suitcase and began searching through its contents. Clothes and toiletries went flying in all directions. “Need a condom. Where the fuck are they?”

Within seconds he’d found one, opened it, and unrolled it over his massive cock. He rejoined Melanie on the bed.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She was tired of talking. She grabbed him by the arm, tossed him onto his back, and straddled his hips.

He grinned up at her, looking all dangerous and irresistible. Fuckable. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Gabe grabbed his cock in one hand and directed it into her opening. She sank down with a relieved sigh, rising and falling over him in a slow, deliberate motion. Growing accustomed to his girth. His length. Oh God, how he filled her. Again. And again. And again.

His back arched off the bed. “Faster, Mel. Faster and harder.”

When she didn’t pick up her pace, he sat up, wrapped both arms around her, and flipped her onto her back. Still buried inside her, he began to move. She got a new perspective on his stage name. There was a hell of a lot of force behind each rhythmic thrust, and that was exactly what she needed: a rigorous, hard fuck.

Melanie wrapped her arms and legs around him, mindful to not gouge his thighs with her shoes, and hung on for the ride. A pressure built inside her. Pleasure. Need. Connection. Gabe lifted his head to stare into her eyes. He slowed his strokes, grinding his hips each time he plunged deep. Stimulating her clit. Bumping against her cervix deep inside. Rubbing her front wall in just the right spot. Her pleasure became bliss. Her need, desperation.

Her mouth fell open in disbelief as bliss became euphoria. Desperation became release. She clung to Gabe, crying out in ecstasy as she came.

In the same instant, his body went taut. She watched as he let go. His breath caught in his throat. Eyes squeezed shut. Face contorted in bliss. He shuddered, pulled back one last time, and thrust deep, rocking against her as if he longed to be buried even deeper. He cried out between hard, shaky gasps before collapsing on top of her. She pulled him close, holding him securely to her chest as she kissed his temple. He murmured the sexiest little sounds of contentment as he regained his bearings.

Or maybe that was her making all those noises of delight.

“Did you fake it?” he asked.

She chuckled and gave him an affectionate squeeze. “I didn’t have to. That was amazing.”

“Are you kidding? I didn’t even last very long. I told you that you had me too worked up.”

She grinned, as if getting him excited was some sort of accomplishment that deserved a trophy.

“I wish I wasn’t so tired,” he whispered. “I want to be with you longer, but I’m afraid I need some sleep. The shows wear me out.”

“There’s always tomorrow morning,” she said, her heart thrumming. Maybe he was telling her to leave, to find her clothes and get lost.

He lifted his head and smiled down at her. “You wanna stay the night with me?”

She nodded and had to look away from his ear-to-ear smile. Why did her spending the night make him look so happy?

Gabe pulled out of her body and kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m glad. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

Gabe disappeared into the bathroom, sliding the condom from his softening cock as he walked. Water rushed from a faucet.

Melanie struggled to find the strength to climb beneath the covers. She removed her shoes before she settled on the far side of the bed, leaving the sheets turned back on the other side of the expansive king-sized mattress. Gabe returned a moment later and smiled when he saw her waiting for him.

He joined her beneath the covers and despite the large area of empty bed, immediately spooned against her back and cocooned her in tranquil warmth. He kissed the edge of her ear. “I’m glad you decided to stay,” he murmured. His deep voice sounded loud because he was so wonderfully close. “I hope you don’t mind if I hold you all night.”

Her heart warmed and felt as if it were enlarging in her chest. “I don’t mind. I like it.”

“If you get hungry, order room service,” he said lethargically. “Just charge it to the room.”

“What if I get horny?” she asked, threading her fingers through his and holding their combined hands against the center of her chest.

“Wake me up.”

Chapter 7

Gabe blinked and lifted his head from the pillow. Something had woken him. His first thought was that Melanie, who was still cuddled against his body, had decided she was horny. Now that he’d caught some sleep, he was pretty damned horny himself.

When he shifted, she started awake.

“What time is it?” she grumbled, stretching her lithe body and rubbing her delicious rump against his interested cock.

There was a knock at the door. “Gabe! You up? We have to be on the road in a couple hours. You want breakfast?”

It was Shade. And no, he didn’t want breakfast. He wanted more of Melanie.

Her belly rumbled, and he covered it with one hand. “Yeah, we’ll meet you in half an hour,” he called to Shade. Melanie wriggled her ass against him and while he might not have been out of bed yet, he was definitely up. “Make that an hour,” he yelled.

“I’m starving,” Melanie complained.

“So am I.” Hungry for her. And he was no longer tired. Not even a little.

He dove under the covers, delighting in the sound of her laugh as he cupped her breasts in both hands and kissed her flat belly. He caught her navel jewelry in his teeth and tugged gently. He wished they could spend all day in bed. Making love. Talking. Getting to know more about each other. Like a real couple. Always on the road, he never had time to get close to a woman. Different night. Different city. Different lover. Even if he found a woman he really liked—a woman like Melanie—he had to say goodbye to her before he could make a lasting connection. It had felt so good just to hold her through the night. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had stayed in his arms for more than a couple hours. Knowing that he’d have to let her go so soon left a raw achy feeling in his chest. Gabe wondered if she had any interest in trying something long distance. Unlike most of his one-night stands, Melanie was relationship material. And she didn’t want him because he was a rock star; she wanted him for that closet geek he worked so hard to conceal. It would be nice to share that part of himself. To be accepted for it. Dare he think cherished for it? Even so, Gabe was afraid to ask her to commit. It wouldn’t be fair of him to keep her hanging on when he knew he wouldn’t be able to see her more than a couple times a month. And that was if they were lucky.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, pushing the covers down to look at him.

He glanced up at her sheepishly. He hadn’t meant to stop pleasuring her. Sometimes he thought too much with his big head, when he’d be better off just going with the instincts of his little head. Maybe she’d be willing to try a relationship. He’d never know until he asked. Or maybe he should start with something a little less confining.

“I was just thinking.”

“Ah,” she said. “You were so turned on by my body that you started thinking.”

Was she teasing? He couldn’t tell. “I was thinking about us, actually.”

“Us?”

“I like you, Mel. I thought maybe we could stay in contact. Keep seeing each other when we can. Maybe try to make a go of it.”

“You mean, like a relationship?”

“If you don’t want—”

She covered his lips with two fingers. “I like you too, Gabe. I just didn’t think anything lasting would come from this. Continuing what we’ve started here is much more than I bargained for.”

“Oh.”

She smiled. “But I’m glad you’re opening up that possibility.”

He couldn’t help but smile in return. “You are?”

“Yeah. Sometimes you just know that you’re compatible with someone.”

“Would you have discovered that if you’d known who I was when you first started talking to me?”

“Probably not,” she admitted. “And I would have missed out on getting to know a fascinating and complex man.”

“Not to mention having two fantastic orgasms.”

She laughed. “Well yeah, that too.”

“Want to go for three this time?”

“I don’t think—”

He moved his hand to cover her lips with two fingers. “I do.”

He eyed his suitcase, wondering if he should treat her to one of the inventions he had stowed inside.

Her stomach rumbled again, and he paused. Maybe there were more important physical needs than sinking into her tight little body. He honestly couldn’t think of any.

“Gabe, can we eat first? Also, I need to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I feel gross.”

“There is nothing gross about you.”

“I can’t relax. At least let me pee.”

He sighed. “Okay. I’ll wait. I won’t like it, but I’ll wait. Might as well go get some breakfast. You’re going to need your strength.”