Vixen4’s set ended and the girls ran off the stage screaming to the bartenders for tequila shots.
Ethan walked away from me as soon as Bliss slithered up next to me with her shot glass in hand. “Blah,” was all he said as he walked past her shaking his head.
“You still pissed at me, Shane?” she purred as she leaned on the bar next to me. Holding up her glass to the lights above her, she looked into it and bumped her shoulders against mine. “Thanks for letting me use your guitar, sweetie.”
I shifted my weight to stand farther away from her, “Whatever, Bliss. I’m not up for one of your games, so you can go play by yourself.”
She grabbed one of little saltshakers off the bar, yanked my hand towards her and sprinkled salt over the back of it. It spilled all over the floor, but she didn’t even seem to notice; her eyes bloodshot and unfocused as she looked at me. “I never thought you’d say no to me, Shane. I’ve always crushed on you, you know that, right? I can make you feel so good, sweetie. Better than that little pop tart that sings for you,” she slurred as she tried desperately to lick the salt off my hands.
“Get your tongue off me. I don’t know where it’s been,” I gave her a warning. I wouldn’t have to think twice about siccing Lea on her ass if that diseased tongue actually touched me.
Bliss leaned back looking at me as if for the first time. Then she shook her head slowly and let out a low sigh, “Damn, Shane. I never thought I would see the day. You really like that pop tart, huh?” She tilted her head back, drank her shot, squeezed the lemon over her mouth, and licked her fingers. But I only saw it in my peripheral vision, because I was looking at heaven across the room.
My attention had been suddenly drawn to the hallway doors at the back of bar as Grace sauntered through them, Lea by her side. Her eyes collided with mine from across the bar and then they glanced quickly at Bliss. Damn it, she was going to run! She was going to take me standing next to Bliss all freaking wrong. Her head tilted to one side, towards Lea, and words passed between them. Her silver gaze fixed on me again and then a slow sexy smile spread over her face and she licked her lips. “Oh,” I croaked out loud to absolutely no one, like an idiot.
Grace strutted, oh my God, she freaking strutted across the bar towards me like I was a finish line. My damn brain went fuzzy and I leaned forward anticipating her lips on me. I must have looked like a damn fool. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. All of a sudden, my palms went sweaty. Perfect.
When she stood in front of me, I nodded at her, holding myself back from grabbing her face in both my hands and kissing her wet lips. Next to me, still standing there, Bliss crossed her arms. “Get lost, Grace, Shane and I want to be alone,” she snapped.
I opened my mouth to shout at Bliss, but before I could, Grace cut me right off with her presence.
Grace stepped right up to me, so fucking close that I could almost taste her, so fucking close that I could feel the heat of her body on mine. She tilted her head back to look up into my eyes, and raked her tongue slowly across her teeth. Oh. My. GodI’mgoingtofuckingexplodeinmypants.
“Well, I was just going to tell you that you’re doing your shots all wrong.” Grace said darkly, as she leaned her gorgeous-perfect chest against mine and reached her arm past me for one of the lemons on the bar. Her nipples tightened and hardened as they slid over me. My lungs suddenly forgot how to correctly breathe oxygen in. My breath faltered, my heart stuttered and it tried desperately to break through my chest. With her other hand, she reached behind me on the opposite side, sliding her tits across me the other way, and poured some tequila into my shot glass, leaving it on the edge of the bar. I leaned forward to take her lips.
“Yeah, is that so? Believe me, little girl, I know how to do shots, and I could probably drink your little ass under the table any night!” Bliss taunted, causing me to stop moving forward. But I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips and sliding my hands up Grace’s thighs and hips to pull her tighter against me.
Grace leaned her face closer to mine and gently brought her hands to the waist of my jeans, unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper all the way down. She slid a lemon slice in the waistband of my boxers, laying it against the head of my cock. A low moan tore past my lips and my body vibrated, waiting for her next move, desperate for her touch. She slowly slid her hands up my chest, lifting the bottom of my shirt all the way up to my neck. She grabbed my shirt in one of her hands against my neck and whispered, “You want me to show her, Shane?”
“Hell yes, Gray,” I croaked.
With her free hand, she dipped a finger slowly into her mouth to get it wet, then skimmed the moisture all along my skin, from my neck, over my chest and down the tensed muscles of my stomach. Small tremors continued to vibrate my body under her hands. Fuck, I could only imagine how my body would react to being inside her. Sprinkling the salt along the wet trail, she leaned down and licked all the salt away, starting on my stomach, lightly pressing her tongue along the salty trail and slowly working her way up. The second her tongue touched my skin, I was struggling for air. When she reached my neck, she grabbed the shot glass, slammed it back, and bent down to take the lemon wedge from the inside of my boxers, sliding her hands up the front of my thighs and rubbing them against each side of my painfully throbbing cock. She slammed the glass down and stood up with the lemon between her lips. Her eyes locked on mine, and she gently placed the lemon in between my wide-open mouth and pressed her lips hard against mine. I raked my hands up her side, over her breasts and around her neck, as I kissed her hard with the damn sour lemon between us.
Her lips smiled against mine and she stepped away. Both of us were breathing rough and shallow, and I had a lemon smashed tight between my teeth, lemon juice dripping past the corners of my mouth.
I grabbed the shot glass from the bar and spit out the lemon. I grabbed her hips, pulling her body back against mine, and in between breaths, I whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”
Grabbing our coats, we ran out of the bar into the pouring rain.
Chapter 30
Stumbling out of the crowded bar, we ran with our hands locked, and the cold rain and wind whipping through our bodies. Within seconds, we were drenched while the echoes of thunder rumbled through the skies. By the time we reached the corner, we could hear Ethan, Alex and the rest of the gang calling to catch up with us. The plan was originally for us to all go to the after show party for Vixen4 in my building, but fuck if I didn’t want to change those plans now.
Grace and I turned back and watched our friends, all of them, a half a city block behind us, covering themselves with giant black umbrellas. Alex was jumping in a huge puddle and Lea was screeching and cursing at him.
“Craptastic,” Grace murmured, shoulders slumping forward.
I felt the rumble build up in my chest before it escaped as a loud growl past my lips. Grace locked eyes on me and heat just tore through my body, burning my skin. All I could think about was her lips on mine and her legs wrapped tightly around me. I threw myself on her, pressing her backwards and pushing her against the wet brick wall of the apartment building. I took a deep breath in, her scent filling me. Leaning hard against her, I slammed my lips on her, digging my fingers into her wet hair and pinning her body against the wall. With my dick throbbing against her body and huge droplets of rain dripping down our faces, she gripped my hair with both hands roughly, and rocked against me. Pressing her body hard against me, I raked my lips along her wet jaw and trailed my tongue along her neck, licking at the cold raindrops that streamed down it. We groaned into each other’s mouth until we could hear the voices of our friends catching up to us.
We broke apart panting, grasping at each other’s clothes.
Jumping out of the shadows, just a few feet in front of them, we dashed across the avenue against the light, as they yelled at us from the corner. It made no difference how fast we ran, though, because they all caught up with us in the lobby of my building. Grace let out a low whimper and lean
ed against the wall, her clothes soaked and caked against her body. Taking a deep breath, she sighed loudly and looked in my eyes, “Can I borrow some dry clothes?”
What? No damn way. I stalked toward her, still breathing heavily from our kiss. My hands found her waist and I brushed my fingertips against her warm wet skin. I clenched my fingers tightly and pressed my body into hers. Her breath caught and my eyes frantically searched her face. “Is that what you want right now, Grace? Dry clothes?”
Pushing her body against mine, she moaned. “No. Not what I want at all. What do you want?” she whispered, her breath ragged.
I leaned in closer, burying my face in her neck and sliding my hands up the front of her body under her coat, “I’ll tell you what I damn well want right now, Grace. I want to smother those beautiful nipples of yours in fucking honey and then lick and suck them until you beg me you take you.”
Fuck, her body trembled when I said it.
“Then I want to slowly pull those little lacy boy shorts you wear to the side and really taste you. I want to bury myself inside you so deeply that I make you forget what your fucking name is. I want to completely smother and consume you, so all you see is me.” I nipped softly at her neck and ran my tongue up to her jaw. “I want to watch your face when I sink deep inside you. I can just fucking imagine it, the way your hair will spill across the pillow, the way your silky skin will feel under my chest. I want to lose my mind in you.” Her breathing came faster and heavier.
“Damn, girl,” a voice purred next to us, making me realize for the first time that we weren’t alone. Son of a…
We both shifted our eyes towards the voice, and standing beside us was Lea, red-faced and smiling, nodding her head up and down. Obviously enjoying our show. “Holy crap, Grace! Shane, if she says no, fuck Conner, you can have your way with me,” she laughed.
Grace gaped at Lea, her expression fiery and cloudy. Her head fell back against the wall with a soft thud and her eyes met mine.
Grace shook her head, pushed her hands back through her hair, exhaling harshly and heaved herself from my grasp. My fingers closed down hard into fists in her absence. “I’ll meet you guys upstairs,” she snapped, looking at Lea. Then her eyes collided with mine again and she launched herself down the stairwell towards the studio. That was the opposite direction of the party, the opposite direction of where everybody was.
Lea looked at me and giggled. “Wow. Go get her, Shane!” she said, shoving me onto the stairs.
I flew down the steps after her, my heart dancing in my chest, “Grace, wait!”
She slammed open the studio door with open palms, and I was right behind her, grabbing her waist, spinning her and pulling her against me. I kicked the door closed behind us. The temperature in the studio rose instantly.
We tore our wet coats off and they splattered onto the floor. Reaching for her, she shivered under my fingertips when I grasped my hands on her hips. Her eyes lifted to mine and we stood staring at one another. Beads of rain still dripped from our hair onto our skin, our blood pulsing hot and fast through our bodies.
Her hands reached up through my hair as I bent forward, licking her lips and covering her mouth with mine. I pulled her against me tighter, and a deep groan rumbled in my throat as I pressed my body onto hers.
On instinct, my body pushed against hers until I walked her backwards, through the dark studio, until her back met with one of the huge speakers. I couldn’t be bothered with the lights, because the only thing I could think of was the feel of her warm smooth skin. Our mouths moved hungrily together and a burst of hardened goose bumps spread across her skin just under my fingertips.
“We’re on the speaker,” she mumbled against my lips. Fuck, that was the perfect place to be.
“Uh huh,” I murmured and reached my arm behind her to click the power switch on. The speaker came to life with a low hum and I could feel the deep vibrations of it tremble through her body. She exhaled a warm shaking breath against my neck, and whispered, “Shane.” My name whispered through her lips was almost my undoing.
I ran my hands along her rain soaked skin to the bottom of her short little denim skirt, pulling it up over her thighs and hips, as I brushed my tongue over her lips. Cupping my hand over the back of her bare thigh, I slowly lifted her leg to wrap it around my body. She bit and tugged at my lips when my fingertips gently skimmed over the warm wet material of her panties. Damn, her fucking panties were soaked. I kissed her harder, deeper. My body tense and straining against my clothes.
“Please, Shane. Don’t…” she whimpered rocking herself against me.
I slid my finger under the wet fabric and took the thin lace of her panties in my hand and stilled. The back of my hand lay just against her warm wetness, and I pulled away from her lips to look in her eyes, searching for what she wanted.
“Please…don’t stop, Shane,” she softly whimpered. She rocked herself against my fisted hand, “Shane, if you stop, I swear I will kill you.”
“Grace, I’m going to touch you until you scream my name. Then I’m taking you to the party with your scent still on my fingers and your thighs still trembling,” I chuckled, then slid my tongue between her lips into her mouth. She gasped as I grazed my fingers over her folds. “I’m going to make you so damn crazy right now that I’ll be sure that every single moment you’re not with me like this, you’ll be thinking of what it might be like when I’m deep inside you.” I brushed my lips along hers, and down over the wet skin of her neck and across her collarbone. I yanked the material of her shirt away, and lowered my mouth over her breasts. Taking one of her nipples into my mouth, I licked and sucked, still teasing her warmth with my other hand. She whimpered my name. Damn, it sounded so sweet from her lips.
Biting down softly on her nipple, I looked up into her eyes. “Say my name again,” I whispered.
“Shane,” she exhaled.
She moaned my name as I thrust two fingers inside her, my thumb dancing small circles over her clit. Her body just melted over my fingers and I could barely hold back from pulling myself out of my pants and taking her right here. She rocked herself against my pumping fingers as I tugged at her nipple with my teeth. Her head thudded against the speaker, the vibrations of the bass humming over every inch of our bodies making every movement amplify in intensity. Pushing, pulling and curling my fingers inside her, I reached up with my free hand to raise the volume of the speakers. She moaned deeply in my throat as the vibrations rocked us faster.
She raked her hands over down the front of my shirt, unbuttoned my jeans, clawed desperately at my zipper and pulled me out. A small moan escaped from my mouth when she grasped my swollen flesh with both her hands and slowly pumped my throbbing cock.
My pants fell past my hips to the floor, loose change and keys crashing against the speaker and rolling away. She arched her body and rolled her hips over me, rubbing my hardness against the slick tender parts of her flesh where my fingers were. She was perfect, so fucking perfect. The head of my cock gliding along her drenched skin was so fucking perfect. “Oh, God, Grace,” I growled. “I want to be inside you so damn bad right now, it hurts.”
“Don’t stop, Shane, please,” she begged.
I have to honestly admit that I thought about it. I wanted it. I wanted to be inside her so damn much. She slid my cock through her folds even deeper and the fucking pleasure was so intense that I had to still her movements with my hands to stop myself from burying myself deep inside her. Fuck, it hurt. But I couldn’t let her first time with me be up against a damn speaker like she was one of band’s groupies; she’d fucking hate me for it after. My mind could barely focus on stopping. “Grace, I’m not taking you here, baby. Your first time ain’t going to be on a speaker in the studio,” I hissed. My dick was throbbing against my words as she continued to slide her hands up and down it.
Tilting her head, she licked her tongue across my lips, and increased the grip and speed of her hands, “You want to be my first, Shane?”
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bsp; My head fogged up. I was floating on a cloud of need. I had never wanted to be inside a woman so badly. Blinking my eyes to help me focus, I smiled against her mouth and breathed, “No, baby, I’m going to be your last.” Because I was sure as shit going to be. There would be no one after me.
With my words, the roll of her hips became frenzied and her grip on my cock tightened as she clenched and convulsed around my fingers. Her body shook as she said my name over and over, until I kissed her deeply to muffle her moans.
Her body slowly stilled, but her hands continued to slide over me until we heard the door to the studio slam open against the wall. Her hands stopped for a moment and her eyes widened.
“Hey! Shane, are you in here?” Bliss shrieked through the studio. Only the low hum of the speaker echoed an answer, vibrating along the walls. She flicked on the light and I watched in awe as Grace’s eyes lowered down to me in her hands. She made a small gasp, which made me feel like a fucking superhero. She slowly and quietly slid my cock once again along her wetness. Holy fuck. Seeing the way we looked together, seeing the way my dick was at the entrance to her, made me bite down hard on my fucking lips to stop myself from begging her to forget what I had said before and let me in.
Plunging us back into darkness, Bliss clicked the light switch back off, but she stayed just inside the door, listening carefully and waiting to see if I was hiding from her somewhere. Grace continued to stroke me against her and it just became too intense. She had too much power over my body; she had control of everything. I pulled her closer, nuzzling my face in her neck, biting down gently on the skin of her shoulder to stop myself from coming. I took a long deep shaky breath, “Grace. Don’t. Move.” I begged deeply into her ear.
She slowly slid her hands up and down my body, not stopping for a second and I bit down into her shoulder harder. I slid my hands up over her body to her hair, grabbing fistfuls of it, as my body trembled from the intensity of holding myself back, hovering and sliding against her.