Blackthorne: Heart of Fame, Book 8 (14 page)

Eyes closed, Caitlin clung to him, drowning in pleasure far more intense and absolute than she’d been prepared for. How could she have ever been prepared for this?

Nothing
could have prepared her for rapture like this.

“I’ve ached for you for so long, Caitlin.” Josh’s breath fanned the side of her throat, the words a rasped groan against her skin. “I know it makes no sense, but it’s true.”

Caitlin groaned, head back, breasts heaving, belly hitching.

“And now,” he went on, scraping teeth over the curve of her shoulder, thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple through her dress, the solid pole of his arousal hard against her folds, “I finally get to show you…”

He plundered her mouth again, showing no mercy. She didn’t seek any. She wanted everything he was giving her. Needed it. Every coarse brush of his fingers on her breasts, every squeeze of the back of her thigh by his hand sent charged energy through her. Every stroke of his tongue on hers, every groan deep in his throat filled her, not just with pleasure, but with life.

She raked her hands across his shoulders, over his back, up into his hair again.

When he tore his lips from hers and yanked her other foot from the floor to wrap her leg around his hip, she didn’t stop her cry of delight.

Perched on the back of the sofa, she fixed her stare on his, letting him see her need for him as he ground his erection to her sex in slow up-and-down strokes.

“Josh,” she whispered his name.

“Fuck, babe.” He closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring, his chest heaving. “Just the feel of your heat…
there
…against mine…fuck.”

She let out a wobbly laugh. “If you keep that up, I think I’ll come.”

His eyes snapped open, his nostrils flaring again. A low growl tore at his throat. “Jesus, woman. Do you have any idea what hearing that does to me?”

Caitlin’s heart stilled. She frowned, her tummy knotting. “I didn’t mean…”

He shook his head and thrust his length harder to her pussy. “It drives me wild, Caitlin. Wild.”

He took her mouth again, each stroke and swipe of his tongue a testament to his desire for her. For long, delirious moments, he worshipped her mouth and throat and breasts with his lips and hands.

Caitlin balanced not just on the back of the sofa, but on the edge of detonation. Pleasure took utter possession of her body, wrought by the mastery of Josh’s touch. She whimpered and writhed, undone by it all.

And even as she teetered on the precipice, her body awash in elemental sensations, she wondered how she was to survive it all when he
truly
touched her. When his lips touched her bare nipples, when his fingers parted her folds…

How would she survive
that
when she was drowning already?

Did she even want to survive?

“I can’t…” Burying his face in the curve of her neck, he let out a muttered curse and rammed his erection to her sex, trembles wracking his body. “Fuck, babe, I can’t wait any longer.”

Belly fluttering, breath shallow, she squeezed his hips with her thighs, dragging her hand down to his chest. The feel of the hard point of his nipple beneath her fingertips sent a jolt of electricity in her core. “Then don’t.”

With a growl, he hauled her off the sofa, spun around and carried her, legs wrapped around his hips, stare locked with hers, to the kitchen.

He deposited her on the counter, raking his hands up and down her thighs.

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Here?”

He let out a wobbly chuckle, his cock pressing to her folds with a sudden spasm. “The bedroom’s too far away.”

She laughed, the desperate urgency in his eyes and voice turning her own need into something carnal. “That it is.”

He captured her laugh with a savage kiss, fisted one hand in her hair, the other palming her breast.

She arched into the touch, sucking in the subtle scent of him as she pressed her heels to the small of his back. She wanted him inside her. Oh God, did she want him inside her.

Tearing her lips from his, she pressed her hands to his chest and gave him a little shove.

He stumbled backwards a step, just one, and then let out a groan when she hooked her hands around the hem of her dress and yanked it up over her head.

“Fuck, Caitlin…” His voice left him on a shaky breath, his gaze roaming what she’d revealed to him.

She sat motionless, suddenly nervous.

The realization she was almost naked in front of a man who wasn’t Matt slammed into her. A man who, she suspected, had seen many stunning women in his fame-filled life.

She caught her lip. “I know I’m not—”

“Don’t you fucking dare say perfect,” he growled, stepping back to her, sliding his hands up the outsides of her thighs.

Heat filled her cheeks.

He gazed into her eyes. “Because you are.”

Concentrated joy and pleasure flowed through her. “Josh—”

“Everything about you is perfect,” he went on. He skimmed his hands up her ribcage, barely touching her breasts—now heavy and swollen with need and straining against the lace of her skimpy red bra. Her nipples responded to the touch, puckering into harder points.

“Your breasts.” He brushed his thumbs over each tip. “Your neck.” He feathered his palm up the column of her throat. “Your lips.” He traced the line of her bottom lip.

She stared at him, captured by the raw desire burning in his eyes. At the reverence in his voice and the tender restraint in his touch.

“Your belly.” He trailed his fingers down over the curve of her breasts, over her ribcage to her navel. Her tummy hitched at the teasing touch. Her sex throbbed.

“Your pussy.” He stroked his fingers over her seam through the fabric of her panties.

Caitlin moaned, the caress sending dire want into her very being. She closed her eyes. Her clit, her pussy ached with heavy need.

“Everything…” His murmured declaration played with her senses, a second before something warm and wet traveled the very path over her sex his fingers just had.

“Oh God,” she gasped, spine arching.

“So perfect,” he whispered, his breath hot between her thighs.

He licked her again, his hands spreading her thighs wider as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the tiny hood shielding her clit through her panties.

She bucked, her fingers finding his hair of their own accord, her feet finding his shoulders.

He curled strong fingers around her inner thighs, parting her legs wider still as he lapped at her sex. She gasped again, the friction of his tongue laving her flesh through the silk of her panties making her head swim.

“Josh…” she moaned, pressing the soles of her feet harder to the tops of his shoulders as she lifted her hips a little. “I want…please…”

Words failed her.

With a growl, he hooked his hands at the sides of her underpants and tore them apart. Just like that.

She cried out, the savage move surprising her, thrilling her.

And then he shoved her legs apart again, grabbed the cheeks of her arse and yanked her to the edge of the counter, his mouth capturing her exposed sex with greedy intent.

“Oh…oh…” She rammed her hips upward, the wild lashing of his tongue on her clit too much to withstand. Ribbons of tight heat unfurled through her, radiating from her most intimate flesh. She planted her hands on the counter behind her and arched, her feet once again rammed to his shoulders.

Josh feasted on her pussy, lapping at her clit, sucking the tiny button, biting it and sucking again. And all the while he roamed his hands over the rest of her body, stroking her thighs, her belly, skimming over her breasts, her nipples, back down to her hips, the backs of her thighs.

She moaned, knees trembling, breath rapid and shallow. Holy fuck, she was going to—

He sank a finger into her heat and moved it against her inner walls in perfect rhythm with his lapping tongue on her clit.

“Holy shit!” Caitlin cried out, the raw pleasure erupting in her core powerful. “Holy shit, that’s…that’s so good.”

Josh didn’t stop. Pressing a firm hand to the lower plane of her belly, he plunged a second finger inside her, scissoring the two with increasing speed and pressure as he tormented her clit with his tongue and teeth and lips.

Caitlin writhed on the counter, a bone-deep liquid heat building at the base of her spine. She threw back her head, aware she was making sounds she’d never made before—mewling sounds, whimpering pleas. Aware every fibre and nerve ending in her body was thrumming, on the cusp of pleasure meltdown. She was going to come soon, on Josh’s face, in his mouth.

Rapture shot through her, just as Josh twisted his hand. With his fingers still inside her pussy and his tongue still flicking at her clit, he dragged his thumb over the flesh between her sex and her anus with heavy pressure.

Fresh pleasure flared within Caitlin, unlike any she’d experienced. She cried out his name, her whole body trembling, an exquisite heat blooming in her lower extremities. A fierce tension rushed through her, taking possession of her body, her mind.

Once again, Josh dragged his thumb over her perineum, this time sucking on her clit as he did so.

A wall of sensations smashed into Caitlin. A wave of absolute pleasure.

He did it again, but this time, as his fingers and thumb and lips worked the flesh between her legs, his other hand found her right breast and he pinched her nipple. Hard.

“Fuck!”

The hot pressure building in Caitlin’s core detonated. She came, the pulsing contraction of her orgasm stealing her breath, her words.

A keening sound filled the room, high and choked and ripe with pleasure. The sound of her release, vocalized with unchecked honesty and surrender.

And still Josh didn’t cease his worship of her sex, her breast.

She came again and again, the mastery of his mouth and hands unraveling her. Rendering her a creature of ecstasy, of rapture.

Marking her as his with every swipe and suck and stroke on her flesh.

Undoing her.

Making her feel.

As she’d known he would.

Chapter Twelve

His cock had never been harder. His heart never beat faster. But it wasn’t just the physical response to finally being with Caitlin that made his head swim. It was the way she responded to him, the way her cries claimed his soul and sang in his mind.

It was the way he soared on her moans. The way he lived in her pleasure.

What had begun as a teenage fantasy a lifetime ago, born from photos on a friend’s wall and the overactive hormones of an eighteen-year-old’s lust was now a reality.

And the reality was more than he’d ever thought it could be.

It was—
she
was—everything he could want and hope for.

And it had only just begun.

With the sounds of Caitlin’s orgasm ringing in his ears, and the warm cream of her release coating his tongue, he withdrew his fingers from her flesh and smoothed his hands up over her thighs, her hips.

A shudder wracked her body at the new touch. A moaned, “Oh God, Josh,” fell from her.

Hot wonder and awe rolled through him.

He was here, with her. She was with him.

After one more stroke of his tongue over her sodden pussy, he straightened from between her thighs.

She lay sprawled on the counter before him, eyes closed, her face flushed with undeniable pleasure, a small smile on her parted lips. The sight sent fresh blood to his already engorged dick, the organ throbbing with painful want.

He’d never seen such a thing of indescribable beauty and spent passion.

He almost came there and then.

In his five years as the front man of Synergy, he’d taken more than one groupie to bed. Before that, he’d fucked his way around the hallowed halls of the Sydney Conservatorium of Music. Before that, he’d enjoyed the perks of being a pro soccer player in quite a few beds…and locker rooms.

Now, standing here in Caitlin’s kitchen, with her pleasure on his tongue, his heart a crazy hammer in his chest, his cock a swollen pole of need, he hated every minute he’d spent with those other conquests.

Hated that he’d tarnished his flesh and his body with them.

He was no saint, and yet he dared to pleasure a woman more wonderful than he deserved.

A heavy pressure wrapped his chest and he staggered back a step.

“Josh?”

He lifted his stare, finding Caitlin watching him. “I can’t believe…I can’t believe I’m finally…with you. I’ve had a…thing for you for a while now. Long before—”

She laughed, the sound delightfully dirty. “Josh, I heard you tell Zach you’ve had a
thing
for me since you were eighteen the other day. It kinda freaked me out a little, but perhaps I should tell you now I’ve got every Synergy album released, as well as all your DVDs. Which means not only am I a bit of a fan, I’m also well aware you’re a famous rock star who’s spent the last five years living that life with all its perks.”

He blinked.

“And the fact you’re here with me now,” she went on, her smirk growing wider, “when over two weeks ago I told you to leave me alone because I was engaged, the fact you waited and never pushed me when you and I both know you pretty much could have had me whenever you wanted…that tells me the only thing that’s important to me about you.”

He drew in a slow breath, his chest tight, his throat tighter. “What’s that?”

“That you are incredible.”

He stared at her. Watched her inch her way off the counter, watched her close the distance between them. “And I want you in my life.”

“Seriously?” The question felt heavy on his tongue.

She reached up and cupped his face in her palms, her eyes holding his, her lips twitching. “Seriously.”

He hauled her to his body and captured those lips. Kissed the laughter from her, turned it to a raw moan.

She raked her hands down his back, found the hemline of his T-shirt and yanked it up. He tore his lips from her long enough for her to strip the shirt over his head and then captured them again, swiping his tongue into her mouth as they both fumbled with his belt buckle, the zipper of his fly.

They stumbled sideways, his balance undone not just by his wonky knee but by his jeans as they slid down his thighs.

They laughed into each other’s mouths, Caitlin grabbing him, holding him still as he toed off his boots. When he kicked them aside, she drew her body back to his and shoved his jeans completely to the floor with one single downward stamp of her foot, her tongue and lips playing with his the whole time.

The very notion of
not
kissing her while he undressed was beyond ridiculous. He smoothed his hands over her arse, squeezed each cheek as he rubbed his erection, still contained by his damn briefs, against her belly. She moaned, moving
her
hands to his hips before she shoved her fingers beneath the waistband of the black item of underwear to grab his butt.

She kneaded his backside, hard and purposeful, before with a slight shift of her hips, she slid one hand around to his groin and captured the rigid length of his cock.

He bucked, the searing, possessive contact arching his spine. “Fuck,” he ground out, face scrunching. Fuck, he was on the verge of blowing his fucking load.

“I imagined doing this,” she murmured, pulsing her fingers around his shaft with increasing strength. The amazement in her confession sent hot new blood through his veins. “Even when I told myself I shouldn’t, I did.”

He sucked in a ragged breath, dark blossoms of tight heat forming at the base of his spine.

Fuck, he didn’t want to come on her hand, on her belly. Not now, not the first time. He wanted—

“Just like I imagined doing this…” Her soft voice caressed his senses.

She tugged his briefs down over his hips with her other hand and, before his brain could register what she was doing, sank to her knees and took his cock in her mouth.

“Fuck, babe,” he burst out, his hips slamming forward of their own accord, driving his cock deeper into the hot wetness beyond her lips. “I can’t…I’m going to…” He groaned, eyes shuttering closed, almost lost to the pleasure her mouth on his flesh awoke in him. “Please…I don’t want…not the first…”

She sucked down his length and then back up it, releasing his erection with a pop.

Opening his eyes, he dropped his gaze to her upturned face, sheer happiness warming his soul at the devilish joy in her eyes.

“Is there something else you’d rather we do?” she asked.

Fuck, he loved her.

Snaring a fistful of her hair, he bent at the waist and brought his lips so close to hers he could feel her breath tickling his skin. “Hell, yeah.”

And before she could respond, he ducked lower, pressed his shoulder to her belly and lifted her off the floor.

She let out a squeal, the sound part surprise, part delight.

“Now,” he growled with melodramatic machismo as he spun in a slow half circle, flattening his palm to her backside. “Where to? The couch or the bed?”

“The bed.” She giggled, squirming on his shoulder.

He laughed. “Bed it is.”

He’d taken two steps when she let out another squeal. “No! I mean the couch.”

He didn’t stop. “Too late.”

“Oh, God, no.” She let out a laughing groan, raking her nails over his naked butt. “Please ignore the pile of—”

He stopped at her bedroom door, taking in the clothes—bras, underpants, dresses, shorts and shirts—scattered all over the bed and floor.

On his shoulder, Caitlin wriggled. “I couldn’t decide what to wear.”

Josh couldn’t help but laugh as he ran his gaze over the obvious display of desperate frustration littering her room. “I know this sounds weird, but for some reason, I’m more turned on than ever.”

“Because I’m a messy dresser?” her question came from his back.

He shook his head, his grin wide. “Because this is proof you were as nervous and freaked out about me coming here today as I was. Believe it or not, I got a traffic infringement on the way over.”

She twisted a little on his shoulder, no doubt in an attempt to see his face. “For speeding?”

He shook his head again and gave her perfect butt a slap. “For driving on the wrong side of the road. I was so flustered and nervous I forgot I was driving in Australia again.”

She burst out laughing.

Grin wide, he strode into her room and, without warning, deposited her in the middle of the bed, amongst the rejected clothes and underwear.

He followed her immediately, covering her body with his as he snared her wrists in his hands and slid her arms farther up the bed.

He kissed her, long and hard, taking his time. He didn’t want to rush what was about to happen, even as every fibre in his body demanded he be inside her now.
Now
.

She moaned, wrapping a long leg around his hip, dragging her heel up and down the back of his thigh, nestling her pussy against his shaft. Her damp heat licked at his sanity and, despite willing himself to take it slow, he rolled his hips. His cock slid against her seam, her satiny folds trailing down the underside of his erection to his balls.

She arched, her tongue coaxing him deeper into her mouth, her heel hard against his arse. Their passion and movement, a second ago playful, turned smoldering hot. Intense.

He ravished her mouth, thoroughly and completely. Explored her chin, her throat, her collarbones. When he reached her breasts, he let out a growl of anger at the lace of her bra still covering her flesh.

Releasing her wrists, he dragged his hands down her arms, over each glorious mound. He hooked his fingers beneath the edge of lace and yanked them aside.

She gasped, excited anticipation in the sound.

He gazed at what he’d revealed, a heavy spasm claiming his cock at the sight of her dusky-pink nipples poking up at him, waiting for him to take them in his mouth.

Caitlin writhed beneath him, thrusting her breasts upward. “Please, Josh…” she begged. “Suck.”

He took one in his mouth and drew on it deeply.

“Oh, yeah,” she rasped, scraping at his scalp, his shoulder.

Releasing her flesh a little, he flicked his tongue over the tip of her nipple, smoothing his other hand down her waist, around her hip to cup the back of her thigh and pull her bent leg closer to her body. His cock nudged her spread folds, her wet heat slick against his flesh.

He bit back a groan. At some point he’d need to stop. He’d need to get a condom. Jesus, did he have one in his wallet? Fuck, did he have his wallet?

Caitlin’s nails scored a slow path across his back, shattering the thought.

He sucked on her nipple again, this time skimming his hand down to the curve of her butt.

She shuddered, her moans giving way to soft pants. “Oh, God, that’s…that’s so…”

Once again, he released the suction on her nipple to tease it with his tongue.

She thrust her hips harder to his, the action granting the rigid pole of his length greater access to her soft sex.

Drawing deep on her nipple, her cries turning his blood even hotter, he rolled his hips backward.

The crown of his cock dragged over her folds, parting them.

He felt her arch beneath him, felt the tip of his erection penetrate her heat.

His head swam. His heart thumped fast. His body screamed to be inside her, to feel her walls envelope his bare flesh…

With a growl, he pulled away. Just.

He knew he needed to climb off the bed. Needed to go find his jeans. Go find his wallet. But she was too addictive. Too intoxicating.

Every time he found the strength to pull away from her, his body cried out in denial and he returned to her.

He was lost to the sheer pleasure she woke in him.

When she reached for his cock, when she pumped it with her hand, he knew he had to move.

He shoved himself backward, closing his eyes against the sight of her dismay as he muttered, “Condom,” and hurried from the room.

Scanning the floor of the living room, he raked his hands through his hair. “Where the fuck are my jeans?”

Christ, his cock was about to rupture. It had never been so swollen with need. If he was lucky, he’d at least be able to cover the damn thing with a condom and sink into her pussy before he lost control. If he was unlucky, he wouldn’t even get the rim of the condom to his balls before he came.

Spying the crumpled pile of denim that was his jeans near the sofa, he ran to them. Snatched them up. Yanked his wallet from the back pocket.

Hands shaking, he opened it. Half the contents fell free, floating to the floor. American notes, Australian ones, receipts from his trip, business cards…a black and silver square.

“Yes!”

He grabbed the condom packet from beside his feet, his heart wild. He turned and hurried back to Caitlin’s bedroom. Stood at the door for a moment, gazing at her.

She lay on the bed, eyes closed, her fingers playing with her breasts, her nipples. When she trailed one hand to her pussy, he moved.

Fast.

He tore the condom packet open with his teeth as he went.

Holding his breath, he positioned the circle of latex at the top of his cock. Waited that way. Motionless. Until Caitlin opened her eyes and smiled up at him.

“Are you sure?” he asked, the question a hoarse whisper.

She arched an eyebrow. “Are you kidding?”

Clenching his jaw, he rolled the condom down the length of his erection.

And as he did so, Caitlin rose to her knees and moved to the end of the bed, her stare holding his.

For a heartbeat, they stayed that way, balanced on the edge, not touching, their bodies so close he could feel her heat seeping into his.

He swallowed, his cock beyond painful now. Now all that existed was the anticipation of the moment he entered her, the moment they became one.

It was exquisite. He never wanted it to end, just as he needed it to end
now
.

He moved. Grabbed her. Crushed her mouth and scored a line down to her breasts, torturing one nipple as he kneaded her arse cheeks. He sucked on her flesh as he squeezed her backside, knowing he wasn’t being gentle but unable to stop.

Caitlin’s groan told him she didn’t want him to. As did her fingers clawing at his shoulders, over his chest.