Rush (Pandemic Sorrow #2) (9 page)

Her fingers quickly traced down my neck, down my back, and embedded themselves in my biceps. I managed to tear myself from her for a moment to stare at her.

The thump of my pulse concentrated in my neck, my chest, my dick. “Tell me you want me.”

Her lips came crashing toward me, and I moved away. “
Tell
me you fucking want me, Jules,” I growled, yanking her hips to mine, pressing my hard-ass dick against her crotch.

Her eyes scanned from my lips to my eyes, back to my lips, and then to the wall behind me.

I nodded, fisting the short strands of her honey-blonde hair. “You shouldn’t play so hard to fucking get. It just makes me want to fuck you harder when I finally get my hands on you.”

With that comment, her lips locked over mine and a whimper flowed from her mouth to mine.

Adrenaline crashed over me and every last inch of my skin heated with that raw, caveman-like need to dominate her, to own her and make her mine.

Rubbing my hands roughly over her body, I groped her breasts then slid my hand underneath her shirt and quickly ripped it over her head, dropping it to the floor. Jules fought to tear my shirt over my head, and I allowed my mouth to break away from hers for the split second it took to get the material over my face.

Before I had a chance to reach for her jeans, she was already fumbling with the button and shoving them down to her ankles. I tore the button loose from my jeans, tugged the condom from my pocket, and then yanked my pants down, freeing my swollen dick. I tore the edge of the foil and Jules ripped it from me, completely shredding the wrapper trying to get the condom out.

She placed it on the tip and with one swift roll of her hand put it on. As soon as she let me go, my dick found its way to the heat between her legs.

Her nails scratched down my neck and over my chest. I swiped my hand underneath her panties, that silky wetness coating my fingertip, and every piece of me went weak. Just that single brush caused her knees to buckle a little, and her fingers dug into my flesh.

Placing my lips a breath away from her ear, I growled, “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Her hold on me relaxed and she tried to turn her face so she could look at me, but I used my hand to force her head back. Tracing my tongue over the edge of her earlobe, I laughed, breathing hot pants into her ear.

I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of her body growing tense under my hold. “How long did you want to deny this shit right here, huh, sweetheart? How long?” I pushed her panties to the side and rubbed the tip of my dick over her slickness. I heard her swallow, then I whispered, “It’s a fucking shame you’ve made me use all those other girls when all I’ve really wanted is you.”

My hands found their way to her shoulders, pulling her down on me as I pushed into her. My head went weightless at the feel of her; the incredible warmth and tight feel of her surrounding me, of her giving herself over to me. I fucking loved the way that felt. That was priceless.

One hard thrust and her head flew back as I filled every last inch of her. I kept pushing until I found the end of her, and then I gave one final shove for good measure, and with that small movement I was rewarded with a deep, very satisfied, almost drunken moan.

I bit down on my lip, widening my stance as far as I could with my jeans bunched around the top of my boots. Slowly, I pulled out—almost completely—and glared at her. I forced eye contact as I sadistically slipped my way back into her body.

I was inside
her
, and it was fucking erotic as shit. Each breath she pulled in was deep, hard, and needy. At that moment she no longer owned her body, I did. She needed the release that only I could give her; she was desperate for it.

She shook her foot furiously, trying to free her leg from her jeans. Reaching down, I jerked her knee up, the leg of her pants falling to the floor as I shoved her leg to the side. I slammed her against the wall, and the elevator swayed from the force of the movement. It tapped the sides of the shaft, and Jules’ eyes pulsed open.

The corners of my lips drew up in a deep grin. I slammed into her again, her body knocking against the wall, and in turn the elevator swayed harder, this time banging against the sides.

“Rush,” she panted, fear coating her voice.

I ignored her and hammered into her again and again, ruthlessly tearing into her. The sound of fucking her, that wet slapping noise, that is something that granted me satisfaction like nothing else. The smell, the taste, the sound of sex
with her
was like an addiction to me. This is what I had needed.

Her legs buckled and I steadied her. “Oh, no. Not yet.” I pressed my mouth over hers, my tongue fighting with hers for a brief moment. I licked over her full lips, then said, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, we may very well fall to our deaths. And I’m not going to stop until you can’t stand.”

Her eyes rolled back into her head and her lashes fluttered before her lids finally fell shut.

I braced her with my arm and dipped her, hastily forcing her to the floor. I shook the legs of my pants down further and started to make my way between her spread legs but stopped myself. I had to taste her. I needed to remember what she tasted like.

My lips fell to her collarbone and my mouth snaked its way down between her breasts, down the middle of her stomach, and right on down between her legs. My entire mouth swallowed her, consuming her as I sucked on her, as I fucked her with my thick tongue. She was wet and messy and I loved it. I loved that she was losing her shit over what I could do to her. Her thighs kept clamping around my face and shaking, and I kept forcing them open wider. The way she tasted made my dick heavy and hard as hell.

Her hands slapped over the floor, her nails scratching against it like a chalkboard as she moaned and panted my name along with a few “Oh, God’s.”

I rose to my knees and leaned over her, my face dripping with her. I didn’t bother wiping it from my face. I just pressed my lips over hers, dipping my tongue into her mouth to transfer the taste of what I’d just devoured to her. My wet chin slid against hers and her tongue darted out to lap some more of her from my face.

Her hands tugged my hair and I forced my dick back into that tight, hungry, swollen little pussy of hers, ripping her just enough to make her know I meant business. “Fucking assholes aren’t as tight as your pussy,” I groaned.

Her knees fell to the side in an effort to grant me better access. She was so damn wet—I had never felt a girl so slippery before. With each thrust, her hips met mine, grinding up and against me in a completely uninhibited way.

The momentum from me riding her had the elevator swinging, now crashing violently against the walls of the shaft. Each time I slammed back into her, there was a delay of one second before we banged against the concrete walls and jarred a little.

Everything gathered in my stomach, and I could feel the pressure filling my dick, making it swell to the point of splitting open. All of the energy drained from me, starting with my fingertips, then my arms. And for a second I was afraid she wasn’t going to get off.

I jerked her hips up, angling myself deeper in her. The feeling of that hard ball ran over the head of my dick and then I felt her clench around me, making her so tight I didn’t think I could pull myself from her if I wanted.

Her palms smacked the floor and her head jerked back. Her mouth hung open as she let out a deep scream of release, her back violently arching as she tensed around me again.

My chest tightened and my arms went rigid, locking in place as everything that had pent up was released. Weakness crashed over me and I collapsed on top of her. Sweat was running down my face. My arms and chest were covered in it. It was trickling down my stomach, between my thighs.

“Oh, fuck!” Jules panted, still lying completely undone on the floor, pants around her ankles and her panties completely soaked from where I had only pushed them to the side.

I had wanted her so badly. I couldn’t be bothered for another second with removing them.

I rose and leaned against the wall to catch my breath as I peeled the condom off. After I tossed it in the corner of the elevator, I pulled my pants back up.

“Seriously?” she asked, sitting up, her hand flying up to hold her head that I was pretty sure had to be swimming.

I shrugged. “What?”

“The condom. In the corner. That is
disgusting
!”

I glanced over at it, then back to her. “You want me to pick it up?”

“Yes! That is sick.”

“Fine.” I bent over, picked it up, and cupped it in my hand. “You want it or something? A memento?”

She glared at me and tugged her shirt over her head. “No.”

I pressed the button and the elevator groaned, the cables caught and lifted.

Jules chucked my shirt at me. “Aren’t you gonna put that back on?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Do you see how sweaty I am? That’s Prada. Don’t want to get it all sweaty, that’s one of my favorite after-show shirts.”

“So”—she crossed her arms over her chest—“you’re just gonna stroll out of here without a shirt on, dripping in sweat, and condom in hand?”

“Absolutely.” I paused and narrowed my eyes on her. “Oh, shit. Are you afraid someone might see us and think we were in here fucking?” I laughed. “Doesn’t matter if I put this shirt on or not, as soon as someone else steps in here, they’re gonna smell sex.” I took a quick, deep whiff of air. “Mmm. Smells so damn good, me and you. So fucking dirty. I love it!”

When the doors opened, she swiftly walked out.

“Hey!” I called out as I stepped into the dimly lit hallway. “So, we gonna pretend like this didn’t happen again?”

She continued walking, not even glancing over her shoulder at me. “I can’t even think about this right now. Just…” She stuck her card key into the door and disappeared, the door closing loudly behind her.

I stood there, staring down at the faded paisley carpet. I wiped my hand under my nose and the smell of her filled me, my lips spreading across my face in a wide grin. I liked her and I was determined to make her realize that she liked me, that she
needed
me.

*****

It sounded like the door was about to be broken down.

I rolled off the bed, groaning, “I’m coming. Chill out, dude.”

I jerked the door open to see both Stone and Pax with goofy-looking grins on their faces.

“Where the hell did you run off to?” Stone asked. “You just left those two chicks, which meant me and Pax had to take care of two additional girls. You know I don’t like doing shit like that, fucker.” He peered into the hotel room and then looked at me, stunned. “Really? There’s no girl in there?”

Pax tapped his hand over the wall. “Maybe he’s got syphilis that’s gone to the brain.”

Laughing, Stone flipped his hair from his face. “We’re going out. Wanna go?”

I shrugged. “Yeah.” Turning, I let the door shut in their faces.

I grabbed my shirt, pulled it on, and shoved my feet in my boots, grabbing my wallet on the way back to the door.

When I got back in the hallway, I asked, “Where’s Jag?”

Stone shook his head and shrugged. “Probably on the phone with Roxy. He’s really into her. It’s weird.”

“Yeah, I mean, he cut out suck-and-fucks because of her…hell, he tried to do a show
sober
. What the hell is he fucking around with a chick who doesn’t want him doing drugs, anyway?”

“Because he’s
Jag
, and he’s stupid,” Pax mumbled.

Just when we stopped at the elevator, I heard a door down the hallway open.

“Shut the fuck up, Pax. You’re a traitor, screwing around with River. You don’t fuck other guy’s exes, especially not your damn band member’s.” Stone paused, and slapped me on the back. “What the fuck is wrong with him anyway?” He directed his anger back to Pax, saying, “You do that shit again and we’ll kick your ass outta the band, got it?”

“Yeah, dude. I will throat-punch you.” I nodded in agreement and saw Jules staring down at her phone as she made her way down the hallway.

“So, how many chicks are you gonna talk into an orgy this time? You gonna make up for missing the suck-and-fuck, or what?” Stone taunted.

I stared at Jules. “Yeah.”

Her eyes lifted and met mine, and then her face grew a blotchy pink.

If she wanted to act like she didn’t like me, I would treat her like I didn’t like her. Girls…I knew how to play them almost better than I did a bass. You treat them like they’re dispensable, you make them believe they have no effect on you—especially pretty ones—and it drives them crazy. Jules, she was one of those pretty girls that had no problem getting men to fall all over her. If I wanted to get to her, I had to keep pretending to be the jackass I acted like I was.

One side of my mouth flipped up, and my eyes locked on hers as I finished my comment to the guys. “I’m gonna fuck as many bitches as possible to make up for it.” I rolled my lip under my teeth and arched a brow at her. “See, this is what makes Jag a dumbass, huh, Jules?”

She stopped and glared at me.