Rock With Me(59)

“Oh my God!” She gasps.

“Talk about sex on a stick,” Meg agrees. “Look at them. Goddam, we’re in the same room with what looks like an issue of People Magazines sexiest men alive.”

“I need an orgasm.” I sigh just as Leo looks in my direction and catches my eye. A slow, smug smile spreads across his handsome face, as if he can read my mind.

Probably because he can, damn him.

“I don’t know what else you guys are trying to figure out,” Meg comments and unwraps a kiss.

“It’s only been a few weeks,” I remind her.

“True.” She shrugs and pops the chocolate in her mouth.

My favorite Sara Bareilles song, King of Anything begins to play over the sound system. “God, I love this song.”

“I do too!” Jules toasts me and all of us girls begin to sing and dance around the kitchen, using forks for microphones, laughing and shaking what our mamas gave us.



Who cares if you disagree

You are not me

Who made you king of anything



The song ends and we high-five and spin around the to the sound of applause coming from our laughing men.

I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun and felt so… content.

We bow for the men.

“Encore!” Mark yells. “With less clothes. Except you, Sam, keep your shit on.”

“We’re a one-song show, guys. Sorry.”

“I think it’s time we head out anyway.” Isaac responds as the guys wander into the kitchen to join us. He wraps his arms around his wife and kisses her cheek.

“It’s late,” Nate murmurs to Jules.

“Killjoys,” Meg grumbles but laughs when Will plants his hands on her ass and lifts her up to his more than six-feet height to plant a kiss on her. “Okay, I could go home.”

Leo slides up behind me and wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me firmly against his flat abdomen, and after stiffening for just a moment, I relax against him.

“That’s better,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m ready to have you to myself.”

“Okay.” I grin up at him. “Let’s go.”

Will has already carried Meg to the door, and the rest of us grab our jackets and say our goodbyes.

Leo escorts me to the car and holds my door open for me. He’s a gentleman rock star; I’ll give him that.

We’re about halfway home when I just can’t stand it anymore. I unclasp my seatbelt and turn in the seat, startling him.

“What are you doing?”

“Can you scoot that seat back a little more and still drive comfortably?” I ask.

He pushes a button on the side of the seat that moves him back a few inches. I unbuckle his belt and unfasten his loose jeans, pull his growing cock out of his tight black boxer-briefs, and lower my face down to him, suck him into my mouth firmly and groan as he hardens instantly.

“Holy f*ck!” He exclaims and buries one hand in my hair. I don’t give him a chance to get used to my mouth, I assault him, in the best way possible, sucking and running my teeth gently along his skin, licking and gripping him with my lips, jacking him with my hand. “Sam, Jesus, what the hell, baby?”

I prop my ass in the air, my knees on the seat, and grin around his cock when I feel him slap my ass.

I suck harder, and feel the tension grip his thighs just before he comes hard, squirting into the back of my mouth. I swallow quickly and continue to gently caress his dick with my lips until he relaxes in the seat again.

He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifts my face to his, kisses me deeply and quickly and then smiles with lust in his gray eyes. “Not that I’m complaining because that was fan-f*cking-tastic, but what was that for?”

“I love your cock.” I shrug and sit back in my seat. “I wanted to suck it. So I did.”

“Can’t argue with that.” He laughs. “But you’re lucky I didn’t drive us off the road.”

“You’re a good driver.” I wave him off and laugh. “I wasn’t worried.”

He links his fingers with mine and rubs his thumb over my knuckles. “What color is your underwear?”

“Purple.”

“Are they favorites of yours?” He asks casually.

“I do like them, yes.”

“Then I suggest you take them off before I get my hands on you when we get home unless you want another pair of ripped panties, sunshine, because I’m taking you against the front door.”