Easy Melody(10)

I simply smile, reach behind him and open the door, and walk in with him, our bodies almost touching, our lips only millimeters apart. We’re already panting. His eyes are blazing, and I couldn’t look away from them if I tried.

“Wanna look around?” he asks.

“Later.” I guide his shirt up over his head and drop it to the floor, then take my sweet time letting my hands graze over his muscled torso. “I’d rather check you out for now.”

“Not complaining here, darlin’,” he drawls. So, when he’s turned on, his accent is about twenty times stronger.

So noted.

His hands are balled into fists at his side and he simply watches me as I explore him, tracing a tattoo on his shoulder with my fingertip, then dipping into the crevices of his biceps.

God, he’s ripped.

“How does a musician stay in such good shape?” I whisper.

“Martial arts,” he replies. “I’m having a hard time not touching you right now, sugar.”

“I never said you couldn’t touch me,” I reply and place an open-mouthed kiss over his left pec and down to his stomach. “Your abs should be illegal.”

“I’ll call the cops.”

I grin, then lick a circle around his navel and down the faintest trail of hair that disappears into his jeans.

“I thought these were a myth,” I say as I trace the V in his hips with my fingers, and suddenly, I’m lifted into the air and being carried to the bed. “Didn’t like that?”

“I want a turn,” he replies. All humor is gone from his voice, but the heat hasn’t left his eyes. “I need to get you naked.”

He sits me on the bed and lifts my blouse over my head. Since I’m eye-level with his cock, and I can see that it’s straining against his jeans, I reach up and unfasten them, then guide them down his hips.

“You don’t wear underwear either?”

“Either?”

I look up at him through my lashes and send him a coy grin. “Either.”

“That’s it.” We’re a tangle of fabric and limbs as we strip each other down, throwing clothes haphazardly around the room. Finally, we’re facing each other, completely naked, and I can’t take my eyes off of him.

“You know that movie with Emma Stone and Ryan Gossling, where he takes her home and she makes him take off his shirt, and she says he looks like he’s photoshopped?” Why am I talking so damn fast?

“I don’t know,” he replies, his eyes roaming over me, as if he doesn’t know what he should look at first.

“Well, you look like you’re photoshopped. Seriously, Declan, your body is…” I can’t finish the statement. I can only swallow and blink, and when my gaze finds his again, he’s advancing toward me. But rather than the mutual attack and scramble to make it go fast that I’m expecting, he guides me back on the bed, climbing over me, and rests his cock against my center as he covers me and brushes stray hairs from my face.

“You’re stunning.” His lips nibble mine while his eyes watch me. “I want to make you moan.” He kisses his way down my neck, to my collarbone. “Call out my name.” Takes my nipple into his mouth and tugs with his teeth. “Come so hard you don’t know what day it is.”

“I don’t know what day it is,” I reply and plunge my hands in his hair, reveling in how soft it is. He licks down to my navel, then farther down still and I can’t help but fist my hands, tugging on his hair, but not wanting him to stop. “I like the little bit of hair you keep here,” he murmurs, brushing his nose over it, then sinks even farther and licks me from labia to clit, and back down again, making my back arch right up off the bed.

“Holy f*ck!”

“Mmmm,” he agrees as he latches onto my lips and sucks, while simultaneously plunging his tongue inside me. Dear sweet God, he’s good with his mouth.

“Declan!”

“That’s right, Calliope, what’s my name?”

“Declan.”

My head is thrashing back and forth as he resumes f*cking me with his mouth and plants the pad of his thumb against my clit, and I see stars. I’m pretty sure that’s my voice crying out as I fall apart, coming harder than I can remember coming before. I can barely feel Declan kissing his way up my body, pausing here and there to bite me gently, which only sends more shivers through me, until he’s finally braced over me.

“How was that first one?”

“First one what?” I mumble. His lips twitch as he lowers himself to rest his lips on mine, and I can smell and taste myself.

“Orgasm,” he whispers.

“One for the record books,” I reply and circle my hips, rubbing my sopping wet * against his hard, throbbing cock. His eyes cross.

“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy,” he growls.

“I don’t know if you can tell by what I’m doing down there, but you’re invited to slip inside me now.” I smile and grip his ass in my hands, digging my nails in. He tips his forehead against mine and does exactly that: slips inside me, but stops when he’s halfway there. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re tight, Callie.”

I tilt my hips and take him the rest of the way, and that’s it. He doesn’t hold back any more. He’s pounding me now, hips moving fast and steady, and God, he just fits me. His pubis hits my clit with every thrust, and before long, I’m seeing stars again.