Dangerous Hearts: Rock Star Romance, 1 (Lyric & Wolf) (12 page)

What
the fuck do I do now?

She drops the notebook in her hand and
backs
up against
the door,
her eyes
glued to every movement of my hand. I never
stopped stroking myself. No fucking way. Maybe I should keep going and show her
what she’s doing to me. How much I want her.

A grunt escapes my throat as my balls
tighten, begging for the release. I reach
for
them with my other hand and tug. Maybe this won’t take as long as I thought.
With
Lyric standing in front of me, frozen and
practically salivating, I make my strokes extra dramatic.

Next thing I know, my abs are tightening
,
my head feels like it’s ready to explode, and I’m
releasing my buildup onto the towel at my feet. I can’t remember ever being
this turned on before.

“Holy shit,” she breathes.

I want to go to her, but I need a moment
to catch my breath and let the blood flow
start
circulati
ng
in my body first.

“Was that show for me?” Her unfaltering
demeanor shocks me.

She finally raises her eyes to meet mine.
“I didn’t know you were going to barge in. You could have knocked. Or left. You
loved every fucking minute of it.”

I’m still breathing heavily. Masturbating
in front of a woman isn’t a new thing for me, but somehow what I just did gave
me the biggest fucking rush. And she’s still here, narrowing those pretty eyes
at me.

“You were right. Stryder and his girl are
loud. I was coming back to wait it out, but I guess I’m not safe anywhere I go,
now am I?” A smirk appears on her face, building my confidence.

“Small bus, big problems
.
” I laugh.

She rolls her eyes
,
and I don’t blame her. That was cheesy as shit, but I don’t
care.

“You can cover up now. I was going to do
some writing.”

I reach for my towel, suddenly
self-conscious
,
as she makes herself
comfortable on my bed. I throw on shorts before she can get a look at my
steadily growing erection.
Fuck
. Not
again. I have a problem, and it’s clear
her name
is Lyric. Just one look at her
,
and my dick
reacts as if he’s never seen a woman before.

She lies flat on her stomach
at the head of my bed,
kicking her feet in the air.
I join her, sitting up against the headrest, taking in the minimal
amount of
cloth covering her ass. I can’t see her
cheeks. Disappointing, but I’ll make do.

A toss of hair
,
and
her
light eyes lock on mine over her
shoulder. She’s smiling, looking sexy as fuck. “What are you looking at?” she
asks.

“You.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m picturing you naked. Only
fair. You just saw me in all my glory.”

She laughs. “Not my fault.” She turns
back to her notebook. “It was one hell of a show.”

My chest puffs with excitement. Damn
straight. Her feet sway slightly in the air
,
so
I instinctively reach for the closest one and pull it to my lap. When I do
,
the fabric of her shorts falls open
,
revealing
her
pussy.
She’s not wearing any underwear.
Fuck me
.

“I didn’t fuck that girl last night.”

“Wolf,” she
says,
her voice low with warning
.

“She was crawling all over me
,
but I didn’t touch her except to yank her off.
When Rex removed her
,
you were already gone. I
wanted to ride back with you. You fucking left. You could have said something
to me.”

I’m not sure if it’s the situation from
last night or the sight of her pink lips that’s firing me up, but before I know
it
,
my hand is working her foot like I should
be working my hard dick right now.

“What are you doing?” It
comes out as
a croak as she shakes her foot in my
lap, but I hold onto it and press my fingers into her arch. When she lets out a
little groan, my cock jumps in my lap.

I’m still staring at her naked flesh,
which
caus
es
me to
stroke her foot faster. She lays her head down, giving up on her notebook and
sighing. She has no fucking idea what she’s doing to me with every innocent
sound that comes out of her mouth. I’m not sure how to stop touching her, or
watching her, or imagining placing my dick between her tight ass cheeks.

My fingers move up her ankles slowly. She
twitches a little but makes no move to stop me. I continue the journey up her
calves, hamstrings, and then to the bottom of her glutes, where the thin fabric
of her shorts sit. The room is silent except for the sound of her harsh breaths
and my own heart beating down the walls of my chest. She’s still as a board,
eyelids pressed tightly together. I consider removing my hand altogether to
give her a chance to make a decision before my fingers take off on a mission determined
by the thickness between my legs. My poor dick is throbbing. When she shifts a
little, I know she’s giving me permission, but I still hesitate. Lyric isn’t a
rocker slut. She’s so much more, and she deserves so much more. More than I
could probably ever give her.

But she wants it. Me. Maybe she needs a
release just like I do. I already know with Lyric it will be more than just a
release. Once I have her, I’m not sure I’ll be able to toss her aside like I do
the others. I may want seconds, and thirds, and who the fuck knows how long
that will last.

Letting out a ragged breath, I slip my
finger beneath the fabric of her shorts until it meets the folds of her sex. So
wet. Already.
Fuck
. I glide my finger
up
and
then down at a tortuously slow pace,
giving her every chance in the world to refuse me. Her legs slide open, her
clit swollen beneath my touch. I still make no move to take the plunge,
although I know it’s what she wants. Not yet. I let her shift a bit more. She’s
practically begging for it
,
and it’s hot as
hell. If this is really happening, I’m going to make
it
last as long as fucking possible. Lyric deserves the special, VIP treatment.
Multiple orgasms initiated by intense and mind-blowing foreplay. She’ll be
screaming when she comes in my mouth, but only when I’m ready to let her.

I let my finger slip back down her leg,
drawing a wet line on her skin. Reaching for the band of her shorts, I swiftly
remove them
,
and
I’m staring at the finest ass I’ve ever seen. It’s round and firm, sitting
perfectly below her tiny waist.
Just staring at
her
curves
is
enough to get
me
off. Seeing her bare for me is more arousing than
I was ready for. I pull my erection from my
shorts
and tug at it a few times, hoping to relieve some of the pressure. To my surprise,
Lyric takes that moment to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes darkening by
the second. I squeeze her ass and watch as her teeth sink into her plush bottom
lip. I fucking lose it.

I shift her so her legs are on either
side of mine
and
my feet
are
locking her body in place. She’s still lying
flat on her stomach and I’m still sitting
with
my back resting against the headboard, but now her pussy is directly below my
cock. Right where I want it. With her eyes still on me, I stick a finger in my
mouth and suck, giving her an idea of what I’m about to do.

My finger makes a popping sound as I
release it from my mouth. Then I grin and sink it straight into her pussy until
her eyes roll back
in
her head.

Fucking yes. So warm and soft, but tight.
So fucking tight. My dick throbs knowing those narrow walls will be wrapped around
me soon. I don’t know if I can resist much longer. Not after knowing what’s
waiting for me.

My free hand palms one of her ass cheeks,
gripping it
for
leverage as I sink and twist
and jerk my finger in her depths. My hands are
big,
and one finger is enough for someone as tight as Lyric, but if I’m going to
prepare her for taking all of me when I’m ready to give it, she needs to understand
what she’s in for. So I slide a second finger into her tight pussy
. . .
and then a third. She screams a little. It’s
a quiet scream, but a scream no less. I smile in victory while continuing
to
pump
until her
walls begin to strangle me. She’s so close.

Call me a savage beast, but I won’t let
her come yet. That was just a primer. I release my fingers while she mewls in
disappointment.

I’m quick to
maneuver
her to the foot of the bed until her head and arms dangle off,
and then
I move to my knees and lift her legs until
they’re propped up on my shoulders. Then she’s in my mouth. There’s no mercy now.
No gentleness. Pure mouth-fucking and it’s beautiful. Her pussy is perfection,
and her juices are sweet.

I’m slurping from her clit
and
then pushing my tongue as deep as it will go
before flicking her to a state of orgasm that sends her convulsing wildly
around my face. She comes for what seems like minutes as I continue my work on
her.

“Fuck, Wolf,” she says through deep,
heaving breaths
,
h
er
first words since asking me what I was doing.

I chuckle into her sex and decide to give
her another orgasm before rolling her over and fucking her. This time, my
fingers plunge into her while I work my magical tongue against her clit again.
I don’t let up, and she
doesn't
see it coming.
Her moans are getting louder. Instinctively, I reach for the remote and power
the television
on, never taking my mouth from her.
W
hen she clenches around me
,
I flip her body midorgasm
and
pull her closer
until her head is resting on the foot of the bed. I want to watch her face as I
work my fingers and imagine it’s my dick inside her. Her lips are parted, her
expression a mixture of intense pleasure and pain as
she
continues to
shudder around my hand.

I leave her for only a second to remove
my shorts
,
and then I’m climbing back onto the
bed, my dick angry as hell for taking so long. “Please tell me you’re on birth
control,” I moan, brushing the tip of my cock against her wet pussy.

She seems foggy when she opens her eyes
and then opens her mouth to respond. It’s like someone kick
ed
my puppy when she shakes her head. “I stopped
taking it. Do you have protection?” She looks almost as sad as I am.

Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.
I shake my
head. “No.” Why the fuck didn’t I think of that before getting on this bus?
Lyric and all her distractions, that’s why. For the first time in years, my
goal wasn’t to fuck as many women as possible on the road.

I still consider shoving my cock into her
before she can resist me. I need her fucking pussy now. I’ve waited patiently,
and now that I have my chance, this might not happen. Rubbing the head of my dick
against her wet folds, I moan, but I think I might cry.

“I can pull out
.
”
I
t's worth a shot
.

She shakes her head. “No.”

“I’ll ask one of the guys
.
” I make a move to get up, but she grabs my arm.

“You can’t do that,” she whispers. “They
can’t know.”

I growl and let my head fall into her
neck. “Baby, I fucking
need
you. You
have no idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking your sweet pussy. If
this doesn’t happen I swear my dick is going to fall off.”

She giggles
,
and even in my state, I smile at the sound. “We can do something else,” she
says coyly.

I raise an eyebrow, wondering if a blow
job will suffice.

“Do you have any oil or lotion?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” I hop off the bed to grab
a bottle of lube from my bathroom. I’m heaving quick breaths at the thought of
taking her ass. When I return, she’s slipping her shirt
over
her head and removing her bra, letting her beautiful tits
out to play.

Why
didn’t I get those in my mouth earlier?

“You’re so hot, babe.” I can’t help moving
my eyes across her body, appreciating. She smiles back before taking the bottle
from me
as
I just stand there. I
begin
stroking myself as I watch her, tugging a
little at my balls, promising them their release soon.

Lyric squirts a string of lube across her
chest
,
and I think I’m going to come before
I
even touch her again.
As
she starts to rub in the lube
,
she looks at me
sweetly. “Care to help?”

I practically run to the bed and place
myself in front of her. Before spreading a glob of oil across her nipples
,
I
first
lick each
one, silently apologizing for not tending to them sooner. I really want those
in my mouth.