Consumed (Rockstar Romance) (Lost in Oblivion, 3.5) (16 page)

“I found this in my bag.”

He reached for her, teasing the backs of his fingers over her pussy. “No need,” he mouthed. “So wet.”

She shuddered, her body so primed she was about to scream with it. But this was perfect timing. She was so overwhelmed, so incredibly turned on. There would be no other time that she was this ready to try it.

No time to overthink it.

“This afternoon…” She trailed off. “God, it felt so good. I want more—to try more.” She dragged the flat end of the tube down his belly to the darker hair around his cock. He was still so hard. Maybe even harder now?

He rolled to his knees. “Fuck, Margo,” he mouthed.

“Is it all right?”

J
esus fuck
.

His brain had been annihilated the moment he’d seen her in the bathroom. Now she expected him to be able to handle
this
?

He swallowed and took the lube from her shaking fingers. Not from fear, but because she was as worked up as he was. Her pupils were as wide as saucers and her lips were swollen from his kisses. She was so goddamn beautiful. He’d managed to hold himself together for months, but now every time he touched her, he grew more needy, more aggressive to make her his.

How was he supposed to keep it together to do this?

It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her to wait until he wasn’t so close to climbing out of his skin, but when would that ever happen? He eased her down with him until they were side by side on the bed, him slightly curled along her side.

She looked up at him, her dark eyes trusting and a little nervy. He coasted his hand down her breast to her waist and down to her slick center. Her nails bit into his wrist as he stroked her lightly. Her chin quivered ever so slightly as he slipped two fingers between her lips. She drenched his hand and her breath hitched.

He’d wanted to drive her mad. He loved when she was this lost, this receptive to every touch. And now he was glad she was so on edge. If only he could pull back enough to make it good for her.

Simon used every little thing he knew about Margo to relax her and turn her on at the same time. She curled around his arm, her nails biting into his forearm as he kept her on edge, not letting her go over. As before, she leaned into the probing fingers of his other hand.

Sweet fuck, she was so goddamn tight and responsive.

On the boat, he’d nearly killed himself with how amazing she was. She was made for him in all ways and now he’d have this—if she wanted it.

At first, he didn’t need anything, she was so goddamn wet. But this was just a little play.

He eased the tip of his pinkie along her rim. She hissed out a slow breath as her hips worked against his other hand. She was in that sweet spot between worked up and release. And no matter what she thought she wanted, this wasn’t something to be rushed.

It was rare for him to go for anal. He was more than happy with the welcoming perfection of a pussy, especially Margo’s. Soft, tight, and perfect. He’d only gone for a little play because she was so responsive. And he’d been right to, she was eager for pleasure in so many different forms. Like a blank slate that he’d learned to master like no other.

He pulled away from her bottom. She barely noticed since she was writhing against his hand at her pussy. He used his teeth to uncap the lube and leaned back to drizzle it between her cheeks. She hissed as he rubbed it along her pucker. His fingers tingled with warmth and he could only imagine what it felt like for her.

She moaned his name, ending on a hum as he slid his pinkie inside of her.

Communication was tough without a voice, so he took his keys from her body, her grip, and her sighs of pleasure. She held her breath as he used the slickness of the lube to slip inside of her. She tightened and hissed.

He nudged his chin along her neck until she looked up at him. Her dark eyes were wide with surprise and then she eased for him and he groaned. Fuck, when that was her wrapped around his dick, it was going to feel amazing.

He circled her clit until she choked out his name again. Her thighs shook as the orgasm shot through her. As her entire body clenched then eased, he slipped a second finger inside her ass. She choked out a cry and he flicked her clit.

“Too much. Oh, God.”

There was no way he could fit inside her. Not when she was this far gone. He rode out her release, his cock throbbing against her hip as she finally shuddered into stillness. Her breathing was ragged and her heart slammed against his biceps.

Unsure what to do, he pulled away from her clit and hooked her knee higher. She moaned as he stroked against the tissues, using the lube to ease his way. She tensed up, but seemed to relax when he shushed her. Widening her to fit him took a patience he wasn’t aware he had.

“I want this,” she said roughly. “It feels so full. Like you’re everywhere inside me.” She cupped the back of his head and pushed back on him.

Jesus, she undid him. Just when he thought she couldn’t find another place inside him, there was always something more.

She reached back for his cock, her fingers slick with the warming lube. He drew in a breath as it heated his dick and made his balls tighten up.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

She positioned him behind her and he pressed against her rim. He grabbed the lube again and poured it between them, his breath hissing as her warmth and the lube coalesced into one huge throbbing bit of perfection.

She lifted her knees to her chest and she slapped the mattress. He stopped.

“Don’t you dare. God, you’re killing me.”

He eased the head of his cock inside and his chest rumbled with how tight she was. For fuck’s sake, he was going to come right then. Between the warming sensation and his own precarious hold on his sanity, there was nowhere to go but inside her.

He pushed her hand down to cover herself and he hissed as her fingertips grazed his shaft and his balls. She turned to him and their lips crashed together as he slowly pushed into her body. She arched, holding onto the back of his head as he slowly rocked into her.

Arm wrapped around her, he couldn’t stop the rush of his release. He pressed his forehead into her shoulder and jerked into her, hoping he wasn’t being too rough.

She curled into herself as he slid free. Before he could worry that he’d hurt her, she twisted around and kissed him sweetly. Her eyes were shining with tears and he frowned.

Had he hurt her?

“I wasn’t expecting it to be so overwhelming.” She used the back of her hand to swipe away an errant tear. “I don’t know why not, everything else is.”

He caught her against him and pulled her from the bed. They needed to clean up. He glanced at the chocolate-drizzled fruit, but he was covered in all manner of them.

Nope, definitely needed a shower. Now.

He scooped her up into his arms and she squeaked again. Man, twice in one night. He was going to have to write that one down. His Margo wasn’t exactly a squeaker.

They cleaned up with a lot of touching and laughter on her end. By the time they got back into clothes, the fruit was a little too far gone to salvage so they scoured the kitchen and he convinced her that the breakfast casserole was indeed the perfect after-sex food.

Still too keyed up after both of them taking an impromptu nap, they collapsed onto the couch and watched the Avenger movies on streaming video. Thank God for the internet. They never made it back to bed, falling asleep sometime after Hulk kicked Thor’s ass and before Iron Man saved the world.

Sunlight warmed them into a sweaty mass. The stained glass windows were gorgeous, but not exactly the kind of thing that could have curtains. He woke to Margo lightly tapping on his chin. He peeled open one eye.

He made a snarl with his top lip and she laughed. “I think we need to go shopping today.”

He wasn’t exactly against shopping, but it definitely wasn’t his favorite sporting event.

“I need some trinket-y things for the girls and some things for me.”

He squinted at her.

“Lingerie kind of things.”

He waggled his eyebrows and gave a thumbs up sign. Now that he could get behind. He shifted on the couch until she straddled him. He filled his hands with her truly delicious ass and dragged her up to his mouth.

She smiled into the kiss, but before he could curl his fingers under the hem of her sleep shorts, the door opened.

“Oh, sorry!”

Margo popped up off of him and stood. She pulled a pillow in front of his morning erection and rounded the couch. “It’s okay, Kim. We were just getting up. We thought we’d go into Mongoose Junction.”

“Oh, it’ll be a busy day over there today. The sun’s shining and the park’s already crowded, according to the news.”

“Perfect. We don’t need to go to the park when we have our own beach, but the shopping will be something fun to do for a few hours. I haven’t been there in ages.”

Kim crossed her arms and leaned against the overstuffed chair. “I’ve got some things in the car if you want to help me bring them in. I made things that will keep if you decide to get dinner out tonight.”

“You don’t have to keep cooking for us.”

Kim waved her off. “I don’t get to take care of anyone these days. The kids are all gone.”

Simon peeked over the top of the couch. He should really go out there and help, but the morning wood he was packing couldn’t be controlled by the threadbare boxers he was wearing.

Margo threaded her fingers through his hair. “I’ll go get the food, you go up and get in the shower.”

Thank fuck.

He gave Kim a thank you sign and waited for them to go through the door before he zipped up the stairs. Determined not to whine through a day of shopping with his girl, he took a quick shower. He didn’t bother shaving, it was one more bit of disguise.

His beard didn’t grow in like the woolly mammoths that he lived with, but the scruff did the job to make him look non-rockstar…sort of. He dug out white canvas hat and aviators. Cutoff khakis and a Dr. Who shirt finished his disguise.

Beach bum, a la vacationer.

“Bye, Simon.”

Simon walked to the loft railing and waved to Kim as she closed the door. Margo stomped up the stairs. “Give me five minutes.” She disappeared into the bathroom and he heard the shower go on.

Since she seemed to have her heart set on going out, he didn’t go in and bug her in the shower. Instead, he flopped onto their bed and checked his phone for the first time in days.

He rather liked living off grid. The intrusion of the entertainment news the day before had been an unwelcome invasion into their island life. But now that it had happened, he couldn’t quite get the thought of Snake and Redondo Beach out of his mind.

He pulled up his recent messages and quickly tapped out a text to Nick.

SK: why the fuck was Snake at R Beach. That wasn’t his watering hole. He was a Venice boy.

A message bubble started fluttering almost immediately. Had he been staring at his damn phone?

NC: He wasn’t exactly monogamous about anything. But it’s a damn good question.

SK: I wish it hadn’t ended in bad blood. Sucks.

NC: If he’d come to me, maybe we wouldn’t have had that bad blood. Now it’s just a douche move as his last memory. Fucking sucks.

SK: How’s everyone else?

NC: All babies all the fucking time. Kill me.

Simon grinned at his phone.

SK: just practice making of babies over here.

NC: If you knock up VG, I will kill you.

SK: I think PPE and the chef have cornered the market. I don’t do diapers.

NC: A-fucking-men.

The door opened and Simon rolled onto his side as Margo came out in her towel. He propped his head on his hand.

“Are you just going to watch?”

He nodded.

She rolled her eyes. “It’s too blessed hot. I need some island clothes.” She snapped out a pair of shorts and dug into her bag.

Simon rolled over and snatched his notebook off the bedside table.

Naked works.

“Ha ha. No, naked doesn’t work all the time.”

His phone buzzed and he looked down to see Nick had blown up his phone.

NC: we got a letter from DL. Three venues fucked us over.

NC: At least not all five.

NC: Sorry. Don’t want to surprise you with money shit, but that’s what we’ve got to deal with.

NC: Donovan says it’s easier to pay than fight. We’d just end up paying in the end anyway.

NC: It’s just money.

NC: Don’t break stuff or talk or some shit.

NC: Simon?

The pleasure of watching Margo tuck her bodacious boobs into a bikini faded as he read the texts. Money. So much of it. And he had to take it from his bandmates because his voice didn’t work. Unfair from every angle. He didn’t want anyone to pay for his mistake.

Or more accurately, his fuckup.

He flung his phone under the pillows. No way was he taking that with him today.

Fuck.

Margo turned around with her arms over her head. She was doing something with her hair that only girls knew how to do leaving it sexy and just slightly unruly. When she frowned at him, he pasted on a smile.

“Ready?” he mouthed.

“Is something wrong?”

He shook his head. “All good,” he mouthed.

She knelt on the bed between his legs. “Are you sure?”

He leaned up and licked across her lower lip lightly, kissing her until he felt her relax into him. He wasn’t ruining today.

He didn’t want to lose the quick smile she’d been wearing because his sky was falling.

Again.

As it always seemed to be.

He inched off the bed, his arms still around her as he shuffled her out the door.

“All right,” she said on a laugh. “I didn’t know you were so excited to go shopping.”

He kissed her neck and followed her down the stairs.

“Wait until you see this place. It’s amazing.”

When they got downstairs, he mimed driving.

She nodded. “Yep. It’s a little ways from us, but we’ll stop for food and then I shall reward you handsomely with a massage tonight. I had a friend in the Philharmonic who did massage on the side. Money and all that.”

He waggled his eyebrows and crowded in on her.

She pushed him away. “Not that kind of massage. Though if you play your cards right, I’ll see if we can redefine happy ending.”

He groaned and followed her out to the Jeep.

She looped her arms around his waist. “Stop making noises. Even a groan is bad for your chords.”

He blew out a breath.

She rubbed a finger between his brows lightly. “I want your voice back. Not just your singing voice, but I like hearing you say my name. Hell, I even miss you calling me Violin Girl.”

He touched his forehead to hers. He missed it too. He shuffled them over to the sandy patch along the grass and picked up a stick to write.