“Don’t call me that. Not in here,” he whispers roughly in my ear. “Call me Zach.”
I’ll call him whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t stop touching me. Every move he makes is right, turning me on to the point of nearly losing my mind—so much for taking control of this situation.
I kiss his mouth feverishly while the head of his penis rubs against my sweet spot. “Take me, Zach.”
In any other moment, I would’ve laughed at myself for sounding like a cheesy twit, but they’re the only words I can find that express exactly what I need.
I want him. Now.
Zach growls as soon as his name leaves my lips and he turns us around and tosses me down on the bed. I prop my weight up on my elbows to get a better look. He grins as he shoves down his boxers, putting himself on full display for me. I stare at him, taking in his god-like physique. Full sleeves of tattoos proudly cover every inch of his impressive forearms. Muscle lines every inch of him and his chest displays a vast array of artwork as well. My eyes pass over his nipple piercings and land on a line of script directly over his heart. The name Hailey stands out boldly against a series of hearts.
It makes me stop for a brief second and wonder about the woman the name belongs to and if she broke his heart. I kiss his chest near the tattoo and he freezes. I peer up as he squeezes his eyes shut.
I reach out to wrap my hand around his erect shaft, but he grabs my wrist and bends down to kiss my lips. “You first.”
He gently pushes my shoulders back and kisses a trail down my naked torso. My breath hitches when he hooks the underside of my knee and rests it on his shoulder. His tongue darts out of his mouth, licking his way to my core.
His masterful mouth works its way around my folds, teasing me with every flick of his tongue. My arousal is out of control and when I reach the point of begging him to cure the ache that’s building in me, he sucks on my clit.
The back of my head digs into the mattress as I arch my back and push my pelvis against his mouth. “Yes! Ohhhh.”
My words are breathy and I probably sound like a lame porn star attempting to put on a good show, but I don’t care. It feels too damn good to keep quiet.
An intense tingle spreads from where his mouth works diligently to the tips of my toes. Zach continues to work his magic until my legs shake and I scream out his name.
My entire body relaxes as I attempt to slow my breathing down. “That was amazing.”
He grins devilishly as he crawls onto the bed beside me. His lips meet mine and I can taste myself on his lips. Even though I’m still feeling the euphoria of orgasm, I can’t wait to see what else this night will bring. I know it’s only just begun.
His hard length presses against my thigh as he leans in and kisses me deeply. I run my hand up his chiseled abs until I reach his nipple. I pinch it between my fingers and give the ring in it a little tug. A low groan emits from his throat and waves of giddy excitement flows through me.
Zachary “Riff” Oliver likes things a little rough, does he? Well, that’s exactly what he’s going to get—some downright kinky sexcapades.
I shove his shoulder, rolling him onto his back and he chuckles. “I knew you were a wild cat. This is going to be good.”
I bend down and suck one of his nipples into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his piercing and he bites his lip, trying to hold back a growl. I kiss his chest and then his stomach before he grabs a handful of my hair.
He’s used to dominating in the bedroom. I have to flip the script on him.
Before I make it down to his cock, I look up at him and rest my chin on his stomach while my breasts touch his thighs. He gives his pelvis a gentle thrust, sliding his shaft against my chest.
He tries again, but I keep staring into his hooded eyes. “Why’d you stop?”
I smile. “I want to try something.”
Zach raises a pierced eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?”
“Stay right here.” I push myself up from the bed and grab my discarded black tank top. It’s not exactly a blindfold and it probably won’t fit around his head. I throw it back down when another possible item to use pops in my head.
I open the closet door and hanging inside are two fluffy white robes. I yank one of the belts free and shut the door.
When I turn around Zach grins. “Naked maid service? I like where you’re going with this surprise.”
I laugh and know I should be self-conscious about running around this hotel room naked in front of a mega celebrity like him, but the way he’s staring at me makes me feel exactly the opposite. I feel desired and sexy. His green eyes tell me he likes what he sees and can’t wait to get the chance to devour me fully.
I hold up the belt and he slowly starts to nod like he’s playing in his mind what I’m about to do to him. “Kitten, I like your style.”
I walk around the bed, gripping the thick material in my hands. I’ve never been one to take charge in the bedroom, but since I’m not in this for a relationship, I can let my freak flag completely fly. Women have probably attempted to dominate him before, so this shouldn’t be anything new, but hopefully it’s memorable.
“Sit up,” I command. After he positions himself on the side of the bed with his legs over the edge, I order, “Close your eyes.”
Zach fights back a grin and does as I ask. My hands shake while I cover his eyes and knot the belt at the back of his head. This makes a decent blindfold in a pinch.
“Now what?” he asks.
I press my index finger to his lips. “No more talking until I say.”
A huge smile erupts on his face and he opens his mouth to speak again, but I pinch his lips shut. I bend at the waist and barely touch his top lip with my tongue. When I pull away Zach nods in approval and relaxes his weight against the palms positioned on either side of him.
I can feel the anticipation radiating off him. This is exactly what I want—to make him feel unsettled.
I rake my nails down his chest, not hard enough to leave any permanent marks, but enough to let him know I mean business. His mouth drifts open when I halt at his belly button. I’m really not sure what the hell I’m doing, but he doesn’t need to know that.
I get on my knees in front of him and place my hands on his thighs. Zach’s head lulls back and he licks his lips in anticipation.
RIFF
I think about stopping her. I’ve not broken my penis to skin contact rule since the band went big and I started banging random chicks after shows. But, the thought of finally having her please me outweighs my rational brain. Letting her blow me for a while isn’t going to hurt anything. I think I can trust that she’s got a disease free mouth.
Fuck it.
I let my head fall back and prepare to enjoy the ride for a bit. I have to hand it to her, blindfolding me was a nice touch. This isn’t the first time a girl has tried to seduce me, but it is the first time it actually seems to be working a little. The mere thought of her hard at work in her office during the day in dress clothes, and being this naughty sex-kitten in the bedroom at night is nearly enough to make me nut on the spot.
Damn it. If I were into relationships this girl would be fucking perfect for me.
The moment her hand wraps around my shaft I want to moan, but I fight it back. I can’t let her know she’s won me over with a simple touch. I like this little teasing game she’s playing.
The tip of her tongue swirls around the rim of my head—my most sensitive spot. I suck in a quick breath as she pops the tip in her mouth. “Fuck.”
I know she told me not to talk, but I’ve never been very good at following rules.
A rush of air flows through my clenched teeth as I suck in a quick breath when she takes me in further. Good god. This woman is really trying to kill me. If she keeps this up I’m going to blow my load early again like I did the last time I got head. Then she’ll be fucking disappointed and done with me.
I clamp my eyes shut and try to focus on anything other any how good
she’s making me feel. The baseball game I watched the night before with Trip pops into my head. It helps a little to distract me, but it doesn’t really take away the warm sensation enveloping every inch of me.
I bite my lip ring and knot my fingers in her hair. “That feels so fucking good.”
The minute the words leave my mouth, Aubrey’s mouth pulls away. My entire body slumps at the loss of her warmth. Why would she pull away after I told her she was doing a good job?
I reach out for her, but can’t find her with this damn blindfold. “Come back. Don’t stop.”
She pinches my lips shut again. “I told you no talking. You’re ruining this.”
I grin. “It’s cute you want to play dominatrix with me, but babe, it really isn’t necessary. I’ve fucking wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
The mattress beside me gives under her weight as she sits down beside me. She slides the belt from over my eyes and tosses it onto the bed. Kitten’s face twists like she’s trying to hold back some disappointment and the urge to comfort her consumes me. “You aren’t having fun? I wanted this to be memorable for you.”
Not many people let their guard down around me to let me see that I’ve actually hurt their feelings. It’s a nice change of pace to be around someone real.
I lift her chin so I can stare into her green eyes. “Just being with you is memorable enough.” She smiles and her eyes completely light up. I lean in and press my lips to hers. “I do like the idea of less talk and more action, though.”
Kitten giggles as I pull her down on the bed with me. Beneath me she looks so pure, and innocent. I can’t even explain it, but there’s something about her that’s pulling me in. I run my hand down the length of her arm. Her skin’s so fucking soft it causes my cock to twitch against her thigh.
Her almond shaped eyes stare up at me, waiting on my next move. The tip of my finger traces her chin. Too bad this night with her has to be a one-time thing. She’s a girl I would like to keep around for a while. One time with her, won’t be enough. I can already fucking tell. But she would never sign up to stay on Big Bertha as my fuck-buddy. She’s not that type of girl. She has a life.
I kiss her neck, and the scent of her fruity shampoo and perfume fills my nose. Why does her skin have to smell so fucking good?
The desire for every inch of my flesh to meet with hers grips my stomach. I wonder if she would let me fuck her raw?
What the hell am I thinking? I never allow that kind of contact. Not that I’m worried about knocking women up. I know that’s not a possibility because of the accident I had as a teenager. It’s more for the fact I’ve lost count of how many sexual partners I’ve had.
I suck her nipple into my mouth. I bet Kitten’s not like that. From the looks of her and how she rejected my initial advances, I’d say her numbers are pretty low. Maybe I can break my own rule just this once. A girl like her doesn’t come along very often, and she’ll probably say no anyhow, but it doesn’t hurt to ask. This will be my only shot to have her.
“Are you on the pill?” I say between kisses as I get to know every inch of her skin. She’s careful. That’s a good sign.
“Yes,” she says the words breathy.
“Have you been tested?” Her body stiffens below me.
Shit. I knew she’d never let me.
“Y—yes. Have you?”
I push myself up to gaze in her eyes. I want her to believe me when I answer. “Regularly and I never do anything without wearing a condom, not even blow jobs.”
Her eyes search me. “Well, why would you want to break that rule with me?”
I swallow hard. Truth is sometimes harder than a lie. “You’re different, and real. If I only get one night with you, I want to feel you, every inch of you.”
I wait for her to laugh in my face and tell me hell no, but what she does shocks the shit out of me.
She nods and kisses my lips. “Tonight, I’m yours. Make love to me.”
My heart bangs inside my chest. Mine. I’ve never had that with someone. Even if this is only an illusion created by my fucked up brain to feel love somehow, I’ll take it—one night to feel normal and loved.
I push a loose strand of her auburn hair away from her cheek. There’s a softness in her eyes I want to crawl inside and live in—if only for a little while.
I close my eyes and run my nose across her jaw line. Her mouth drifts open and I trace her bottom lip with my tongue. I wrap her in one of my arms and position myself between her thighs. My tip teases her entrance and slides against her pussy. She moans as soon as I make contact with her clit and it’s nearly my undoing.
I grip her shoulder and with one quick motion, I’m buried inside her. “Damn. I didn’t know what I was fucking missing.”
“Ohhh,” she whimpers while her face buries into my chest.
I pull back. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head. “Don’t stop.”
Jesus. If she keeps looking at me with that mixture of innocence and lust I’m not going to make it long.
I thrust into her slowly a few more times while her hand slides down my back and then grabs my ass. “You feel so fucking amazing.”
“It’s different?”
I nod and pump into her again. “You have no idea.”
There’s no way she knows how different this experience is for me. Even all the times I’d fucked Sophie, it’d been just that—fucking. This feels completely new, like we are connected somehow.
My mouth hangs open as I quicken my pace. Sweat slicks both of us as I continue the steady rhythm.
Kitten clenches her thighs around my waist and digs her nails into my back. “Zach, oh god.”
“Don’t fight it. Let go.” I watch her in awe as she falls apart below me, allowing complete vulnerability with me.
I suck a quick breath through my teeth and a string of curses fly from my mouth. This is over too fucking soon, but I can’t help it. Sex has never felt this good before. Shudders ripple through my entire body when I find my own release and spill into her.
I kiss her softly once, to see what it would feel like to not be in a hurry to fuck someone to forget life for a while.
When I pull away, she smiles. “Are you always so sweet to the girls you bag?”
I cringe inside. I hate that she doesn’t think she’s special to me, but if I was an outsider looking at me I would think the same damn thing.
I shake my head. “Only you. Don’t ask me why, either, because I don’t know.”
Her grin widens as she reaches up and strokes my cheek. “Then I like the idea I’m the only one who gets sweet kisses.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Don’t let that get out. I’m not really known for being sweet.”
“Wouldn’t want it to get out you actually have a heart, would we?”
Definitely not. When people find out you actually give a shit, that’s when they fucking hurt you. I know that pain all too well and never want to go through that again.
I grab the nape of her neck and kiss her hungrily while trying to push the idea of taking my time with her out of my head. This girl has the capability of crushing me if I let things get out of control. That’s the whole reason we have this one time hump arrangement—to get each other out of our systems and move the fuck on. We both know we aren’t good together and this thing between us would never go long term anyway because I would fuck it up somehow.
I close my eyes and will my stupid brain to stop overthinking the situation. She’s just another woman out to fuck a rock star so she can have a memory of how wild she was before she settles down in suburbia and pops out some spoiled-rotten children.
Exhausted, satisfied and spent I collapse on top of her. Her hair surrounds me and I inhale the scent of her into my nose. Instantly, I'm turned-on again. I was right—once isn’t going to be enough. I already want more.
Fuck me. I’m in such deep shit.
Chapter 8
AUB
REY
After hours of mind-blowing sex we lay in the darkness wrapped in each other’s arms. He strokes the bare skin on my shoulder while I rest my head on his chest. I never expected such caring from him—multiple orgasms, sure, but never a connection. This almost feels like the start of a relationship, which I know is insane. We barely know each other.
The burning desire to get to know this complex man burns inside me. How can he be one way to the world, and yet hide this caring side of himself away?
I trace the tattoos on his defined chest with fingers, lingering awhile on the name over his heart. “What happened between you and the girl?” His arms tense around me and I instantly feel like I’ve stepped over some invisible line that’s been drawn around him. Desperate to keep him from shutting me off again and becoming Riff, I backpedal. “You don’t have to tell me. I was curious.”
Zach sighs into my hair. “It’s not what you think.”
I turn and rest my chin on him so I can peer up at his face. “Oh?”
I’m dying to know more, but don’t want to push.
He frowns under my gaze. “Hailey was my sister.”
There’s no mistaking the word was in that sentence. I can’t even fathom the loss of a family member, let alone someone close, because it’s not something I’ve been through. I imagine it’s soul altering.
I’m quiet for a few minutes, allowing him time to explain further without any prompting from me. When he doesn’t answer, I ask quietly, “What was she like?”
A sad smile fills his face. “She was amazing—my ornery, little tag-a-long. That kid followed me everywhere.”
“So, she was your kid sister?”
He nods. “She was eight when she died.”
How awful. Her life hadn’t even begun and yet it was ripped away at such an early age.
I tilt my head. “How old where you?”
“Sixteen.”
My heart crumbles a little. “That’s so young to have to deal with something like that. What happened to her?”
Zach pulls his lips into a tight line and stares up at the ceiling, clearly fighting back emotion.