Rock With Me(30)

She’s definitely a fan of the band, and that’s just one more thing that draws me to her.

Of course, I’d be drawn to her if she hated the band too, but nothing long-term could come of it. My band is my family.

“You have frosting on your lip,” I murmur.

She licks the wrong side and smiles knowingly. “Did I get it?”

“Nope, other side.”

She licks again, her pink tongue running along her lips and my cock instantly comes awake. She missed.

“Now?”

I reach out and brush the frosting with my finger, but before I can pull it away, she grips my wrist in her hand and pulls the finger in her mouth, sucking the frosting off and nibbling lightly on my skin.

Fuck.

“We need to get the f*ck out of here,” I growl. I hear the need in my voice, and her eyes dilate with lust.

“I’m not done with my tea,” she mutters and her eyes fall to my piercing.

“Yeah, you are. Let’s go.”





Chapter Eight


Samantha



Well, I guess I’ll work that cupcake off this morning after all.

Leo pulls me into the elevator of my building, after practically dragging me the two blocks home, and jabs the button for my floor.

As soon as the doors close, he’s on me. He lifts me against the wall, holding me in place with his pelvis pressed to mine, my legs wrapped around his lean waist, and he’s kissing me like crazy.

I yank the beanie off his head and dig my fingers into his hair, holding on, as he plunders my mouth, biting and sucking and then plundering some more.

God, he can kiss.

The bell dings, signaling that we’ve arrived at my floor, and he’s suddenly pulling me along behind him.

My fingers are fumbling with the keys as he folds himself around me from behind, kissing my neck, his thumbs tweaking my puckered nipples.

“I can’t open the door,” I mutter and gasp as he sucks on the soft skin beneath my ear.

“Give me your keys, baby.”

He makes quick work of the door, guides me inside, shuts and locks it and begins to lead me toward the bedroom.

“The couch is right here,” I remind him, and he stills, turns to me, his gray eyes on fire and breath coming fast. He steps to me and cups my face in his hands, holding my eyes with his own.

“I haven’t been inside you in days.”

“Satur…”

“Saturday was nothing more than us hurting each other. It doesn’t count. I haven’t been with you, been inside you, for days. I’m not f*cking you on your couch. I want to spread you out on your bed and drive us both crazy. I want you trembling and wet.”

Holy shit.

“Can’t argue with that.” I grin at him and suddenly I’m caught up in his arms again. I unzip his hoodie and pull it down his arms, and pull his shirt over his head. We quickly undress each other, leaving a trail of clothing through the living room, down the hallway and to my bedroom.

When we’re standing by the bed, him completely nude, and delicious, he steps back and sweeps his eyes up and down my body, over my pink lacy bra and matching boy-short panties.

“Jesus, do you always wear underwear like that?”

I smile smugly. “I like pretty underwear.”

“You wear underwear like that every day and old concert t-shirts to bed?”

“Don’t knock my shirts. I love them.”

And suddenly I’m on my back on the bed and Leo is peeling my panties down my legs. He throws them over his shoulder and plants a kiss on my belly, right above my piercing.

“I love this piercing,” he mutters and kisses me again.

“It’s just a navel piercing, babe.” I chuckle and then moan when he licks down my belly to my pubis and over my clit.

“Don’t knock it,” he mumbles and licks further down through my folds.

“Fuck you’re good at that.” My hips instinctively thrust up, but he holds my hips firmly against the mattress.

“You taste amazing.” He sucks my clit into his mouth and pushes two fingers inside me and I can’t hold back, I come apart, shattering and shuddering, pushing my * against his face, gripping onto the sheets at my side.

He kisses the insides of my thighs, the crease where my legs meet my center, and with his fingers still inside me, he kisses his way up to my breasts. He swirls his tongue around a nipple, nibbles it, and pays the other the same attention, while moving his fingers, all four of them, in a rhythmic wave motion, tickling me and making me giggle.