Torn(27)

"I don't always wear them." I pull off the bead bracelets around my wrist. They're gifts, thrown on the stage by eager fans who want to get my attention. "I did today."

She grins as if that fact is amusing to her. I stare at her, at that smile.

"Condoms?" I arch a brow while I fist my cock. "I don't have any with me."

Her mouth parts as her eyes shadow the movement of my hand. "I'll get one."

"Two," I correct her. "We'll need two. One for now and then another so I can f*ck you again before I leave."

She only nods before she rolls to the left, her hands reaching for a tinted glass jar on the bedside table. She opens the lid, pulling out two foil packages.

I watch in silence as she tucks one package under the pillow, the other she rips open easily, before holding it in the air towards me.

I take it even though all I want is to be inside of her with no barriers. I never want that. I used to carry condoms in my pockets, so whenever the chance was mine to take, I'd be ready, sheathed and protected.

I stopped doing that when the novelty of f*cking random strangers wore off. Now, if I'm with a woman and there's no condom in sight, I ask her to leave or I find the door myself. The days of ordering someone from my crew to bring a box of condoms to my tour bus or a hotel room are over now.

As I roll it over my dick, I keep my eyes locked on hers. My cock is ready and judging by the way she's squirming on the bed, she's ready. Why the f*ck do I feel like I never want this to end? I want to freeze this moment right here when the only two people in the entire world are Falon and me.

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I squeeze her ass in my hands, plunging my cock deeper still. I'm rewarded with a soft grunt as she pushes on my shoulders.

I sat with my back leaning against the headboard before I told Falon to lower herself on my cock. I'd gathered her in my arms then, burying my face in her neck as I pumped up and into her. She caught my rhythm easily, her movements in perfect sync with my own.

I can't take the need now so I brace my arm behind her back, my hand still holding onto her ass. I lower us both, the movement fluid and quick until she's flat on her back and I'm above her.

"Oh, God," she hisses between clenched teeth. "It's so good."

It's so good. Fuck, this is so good.

My mouth drops to hers, luring her into a deep kiss. I glide my tongue along her lips and she parts them, just as she clenches her muscles around my cock.

I push deeper, each drive harder than the last as I kiss her, tasting her sweet breath. Her hands race down my back to my ass. She whimpers then, it's so faint, but it's there.

I pull back needing to pump harder, my body's desire to f*ck clouding everything. It's primal, real and overwhelming.

"Does it hurt?" I ask through a deep groan even though it would kill me if I have to stop if she says it too much. I will though. I'll take it slower. "Tell me I'm not hurting you."

"Don't stop." Her voice is low and filled with need. "I'm close."

I lick my thumb before I reach down to press on her clit, honing in on that swollen nub of nerves. That's all it takes. Her eyelids flutter, her lips quiver and as her * clenches like a vice around my cock, I rut into her with quick and solid thrusts until I climax saying her beautiful, beautiful name.





CHAPTER 21


Falon




I've been awake for close to an hour now. I haven't moved from this spot though. It's morning. I don't know what time, but judging by the way the sunlight is casting a shadow almost to the foot of my bed, I think it's already past nine.

If I had a shoot this morning I would have shook him awake, but I don't have to be at my studio until noon. I'm in no rush to leave. I'm not even sure I can walk after last night.

Asher took me with a passion I haven't felt from a man before. I was raw after he f*cked me the first time, his cock larger than I'm used to. It filled me so completely that when he pumped hard, there was pain I've never felt before.

It was seductive and addictive and later, after we ate some fruit and drank some water, he took me again. The second time it was against the wall, with my legs wrapped around him while he chanted my name over and over again.

He's asleep now. I've studied every line of his face, memorizing it so that when he leaves I'll remember this night for the rest of my life. Maybe Maya was right when she told me that this will be an experience I'll look back fondly on when I'm too old to remember exactly what it felt like to be pressed against his skin or to hear him say my name as he came.

I look past his shoulder to where my camera is resting on a chair. When I first woke up I was tempted to pull myself free from his grasp so I could take a picture of him like this. I never would have showed it to a soul. I would have kept it all to myself but it felt too intrusive.

After watching him hedge his way around his fans, I don't want to be one of those who steals a picture of him just because I can.

I rest my cheek against his, listening to the sound of his breathing, watching his chest as it rises, and then falls.

His mouth curves into a soft smile as his arms pull me tighter. "Are you awake, Falon?"

That voice. It's deep and delicious, the tone muddled by the edges of sleep that are lingering still.