One Night with Sole Regret 01 Try Me (7 page)

She didn’t know what excited her more: her fingers
on herself or Gabe watching her as if hypnotized. But she was lying
about what a man did to make her hot. That’s how she got herself
off; she’d never had a man figure it out. But telling him. Showing
him. There was no way he could get it wrong.

“Then,” she said, her voice low and husky, “when I
start coming and my pussy is clenching, he pounds two fingers into
me over and over again, as hard as he can. Driving me higher and
higher.”

“I can smell how turned on you are, baby,” Gabe
said. “I want to taste you. What do you want me to do with my
tongue?”

She never expected to
like
this openness in
the bedroom. She’d imagined it would be embarrassing. It wasn’t as
hard to tell him what she enjoyed as she thought it would be. And
showing him? It just made her even hotter.

“I want your tongue firm and writhing against my
clit until my juices are dripping down my ass, and then I want you
to lap up the hot mess you created.” She captured her juices on the
tips of her fingers and brought them to her mouth. “I want to taste
myself on your lips when you kiss me afterwards.” She licked the
cum off her fingers. “Mmm. Dirty.”

He dove onto the bed with her, catching her thighs
on his shoulders as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue
brushed against her clit, and she cried out. Talking was sexy, but
doing it was so much better. He rubbed his tongue against her clit
and shifted so he could trace her inner folds with two fingers the
way she’d showed him.

“Oh yes, Gabe.” she gasped. He pleasured her so much
better than she pleasured herself. His lips latched onto her clit
and he sucked. “I love that,” she said. “No one’s ever done
that . . . Oh God! Wait. I
think . . . ”

He released her clit, leaving her orgasm just out of
reach. “Don’t come yet,” he said. “You just told me you like to be
teased.”

“Maybe I’m multi-orgasmic.”

“Are you?” His tongue brushed her clit, and he
continued to trace her aching opening with two fingers.

“I don’t know. No guy has ever made me come
before.”

His eyes widened. “Never?”

“Not unless I help him out by touching myself.”

“You’re kidding.”

She shook her head. “I wish I were. I usually just
fake it.” Why had she told him that? Her face heated with
embarrassment.

“Don’t fake it with me, Mel. If what I’m doing isn’t
working for you, tell me.”

“It’s working for me. That sucking thing
really
worked for me.” She hoped he took her hint without
making her beg him to suck her clit again.

“Do you like a finger in your ass when you come?” he
asked before his tongue flicked her clit again. Her entire body
jerked in response.

“I don’t think so.”

“Have you ever tried it?”

“Well, no, but . . . ”

“I’ll do it. You tell me if you like it or not.”

Her already thundering heart raced out of control.
What in the world was she agreeing to? “Okay.”

He fell silent as he concentrated on pleasing the
flesh between her legs with his lips. His tongue. His hands. The
suckling sounds were almost as erotic as the feel of his mouth on
her. He traced her slippery lips with his fingertips, teasing her
until she bucked against his hand.

“Fuck me, Gabe. Please.
Just . . . Just put it in and pound me. Pound
me hard. I want you so bad.”

His finger slid deep, and she took a strangled
breath. She rocked against his hand, wanting him to thrust his
fingers in and out of her though she knew damned well she’d just
told him she’d like him to hold his hand still at this point. He
sucked her clit into his mouth and rubbed it vigorously with the
flat of his tongue.
Ah. Wow. Yes. Like that. Oh.
Fuck. Gabe!

Her womb clenched. Spasms of release coursed through
her pelvis and spread through her body. Mouth open in ecstasy,
Melanie forgot how to breathe. Gabe slid a second finger into her
clenching pussy and the tip of a third finger into her ass. He
pressed all three digits deep and then pulled them free and pounded
them into her again and again and again as she came. And came. She
was still shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure when he pulled
his hand free and used his tongue to clean the come from her
quivering pussy. Cleaning up the hot mess he’d made. She sucked a
deep breath into her lungs.

She was completely limp by the time he moved up the
bed to lie beside her. He kissed her, giving her a taste of her own
cum on his lips. She suckled his tongue until she could no longer
taste herself, though she could still smell her sex on his skin.
She wasn’t sure why it turned her on. Why she’d never admitted that
fact to anyone. Not even to herself.

“You didn’t fake that did you?”

She chuckled weakly. “I wouldn’t know
how
to
fake that.”

He smiled. “Well, now I know one thing you
like.”

“That only counted as one thing?” It had felt like
ten blissful experiences in one.

“Mmm-hmm.” He trailed gentle kisses along her jaw
and throat. “Let’s figure out what else you like.”

“Let me catch my breath so I can figure out what
you
like.”

“I’m not finished with you yet.” He slid down her
body and gently licked and suckled one nipple while he squeezed and
tugged on the other. He continually stimulated her left breast with
harsh, rough motions of his fingers and mouth until it was
reddened, sore, and aroused, while her right breast was pampered
with tender touches and kisses that left it yearning, achy, and
excited. And her breasts weren’t the only parts of her body that
were throbbing with need. Her pussy was wet and swollen again
already. She had no doubt that he could make her come a second
time. This time she wanted him inside her when she came.

“Gabe,” she pleaded, “I want you inside me. I want
to wrap my arms and legs around you as you thrust deep and grind
against me.”

“We both want that, baby, but not yet. First, I want
you to suck on my sac and tease my ass. Get me really worked
up.”

Suck on his
whozit
and tease his
what
?
“I don’t . . . know how.”

“That’s okay. I’ll tell you how I like it.”

Only fair, she supposed. He’d listened to how she
liked it and hadn’t hesitated in pleasing her. He rolled onto his
back, and her pussy throbbed when she saw how hard and swollen his
cock was. She needed to hurry up and get him worked up so he would
fill her with that monster. She’d never seen a cock that big, much
less had one inside her. Her vibrator would have felt inadequate in
its presence.

Gabe propped a few pillows beneath his shoulders and
head, lay back, and spread his legs. “Gentle,” he said. “They’re
really sensitive.”

She settled between his thighs and lowered her head
to draw her tongue over the seam that ran between his nuts. His
entire body jerked, and he clenched the covers beneath him in tight
fists. She moved her head to suckle the skin over one ball and
flick it with her tongue.

“Ah,” he gasped. “I thought you said you didn’t know
how. That’s perfect. I love it.”

And she loved the way he was reacting to her
unpracticed motions. She moved her mouth to the other side.

“Wet, um . . . wet your finger
in your mouth and . . . ”

When he didn’t continue, she lifted her head and
slipped her finger into her mouth. “Do what?”

“God, you’re good,” he whispered. “Don’t stop. Wait.
What was I . . . Um . . . ”
He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. “Not sure if I
can take much more. Just rub your wet finger against my ass. Don’t
put it in. Just . . . rub.”

His ass? Unsettled by his request, she tentatively
stroked his sensitive hole with her fingertip. He sucked in a
startled breath and nearly leaped off the bed.

“Did I do it wrong?” she asked.

“No, baby. You almost made me explode. I can’t wait
any longer.” He rolled off the bed and landed on his knees. He
unzipped a suitcase and began searching through its contents.
Clothes and toiletries went flying in all directions. “Need a
condom. Where the fuck are they?”

Within seconds he’d found one, opened it, and
unrolled it over his massive cock. He rejoined Melanie on the
bed.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She was tired of talking. She grabbed him by the
arm, tossed him onto his back, and straddled his hips.

He grinned up at her, looking all dangerous and
irresistible. Fuckable. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Gabe grabbed his cock in one hand and directed it
into her opening. She sank down with a relieved sigh, rising and
falling over him in a slow, deliberate motion. Growing accustomed
to his girth. His length. Oh God, how he filled her. Again. And
again. And again.

His back arched off the bed. “Faster, Mel. Faster
and harder.”

When she didn’t pick up her pace, he sat up, wrapped
both arms around her, and flipped her onto her back. Still buried
inside her, he began to move. She got a new perspective on his
stage name. There was a hell of a lot of
force
behind each
rhythmic thrust, and that was exactly what she needed: a rigorous,
hard fuck.

Melanie wrapped her arms and legs around him,
mindful to not gouge his thighs with her shoes, and hung on for the
ride. A pressure built inside her. Pleasure. Need. Connection. Gabe
lifted his head to stare into her eyes. He slowed his strokes,
grinding his hips each time he plunged deep. Stimulating her clit.
Bumping against her cervix deep inside. Rubbing her front wall in
just the right spot. Her pleasure became bliss. Her need,
desperation.

Her mouth fell open in disbelief as bliss became
euphoria. Desperation became release. She clung to Gabe, crying out
in ecstasy as she came.

In the same instant, his body went taut. She watched
as he let go. His breath caught in his throat. Eyes squeezed shut.
Face contorted in bliss. He shuddered, pulled back one last time,
and thrust deep, rocking against her as if he longed to be buried
even deeper. He cried out between hard, shaky gasps before
collapsing on top of her. She pulled him close, holding him
securely to her chest as she kissed his temple. He murmured the
sexiest little sounds of contentment as he regained his
bearings.

Or maybe that was her making all those noises of
delight.

“Did you fake it?” he asked.

She chuckled and gave him an affectionate squeeze.
“I didn’t have to. That was amazing.”

“Are you kidding? I didn’t even last very long. I
told you that you had me too worked up.”

She grinned, as if getting him excited was some sort
of accomplishment that deserved a trophy.

“I wish I wasn’t so tired,” he whispered. “I want to
be with you longer, but I’m afraid I need some sleep. The shows
wear me out.”

“There’s always tomorrow morning,” she said, her
heart thrumming. Maybe he was telling her to leave, to find her
clothes and get lost.

He lifted his head and smiled down at her. “You
wanna stay the night with me?”

She nodded and had to look away from his ear-to-ear
smile. Why did her spending the night make him look so happy?

Gabe pulled out of her body and kissed the tip of
her nose. “I’m glad. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

Gabe disappeared into the bathroom, sliding the
condom from his softening cock as he walked. Water rushed from a
faucet.

Melanie struggled to find the strength to climb
beneath the covers. She removed her shoes before she settled on the
far side of the bed, leaving the sheets turned back on the other
side of the expansive king-sized mattress. Gabe returned a moment
later and smiled when he saw her waiting for him.

He joined her beneath the covers and despite the
large area of empty bed, immediately spooned against her back and
cocooned her in tranquil warmth. He kissed the edge of her ear.
“I’m glad you decided to stay,” he murmured. His deep voice sounded
loud because he was so wonderfully close. “I hope you don’t mind if
I hold you all night.”

Her heart warmed and felt as if it were enlarging in
her chest. “I don’t mind. I like it.”

“If you get hungry, order room service,” he said
lethargically. “Just charge it to the room.”

“What if I get horny?” she asked, threading her
fingers through his and holding their combined hands against the
center of her chest.

“Wake me up.”

Chapter 7

Gabe blinked and lifted his head from the pillow.
Something had woken him. His first thought was that Melanie, who
was still cuddled against his body, had decided she was horny. Now
that he’d caught some sleep, he was pretty damned horny
himself.

When he shifted, she started awake.

“What time is it?” she grumbled, stretching her
lithe body and rubbing her delicious rump against his interested
cock.

There was a knock at the door. “Gabe! You up? We
have to be on the road in a couple hours. You want breakfast?”

It was Shade. And no, he didn’t want breakfast. He
wanted more of Melanie.

Her belly rumbled, and he covered it with one hand.
“Yeah, we’ll meet you in half an hour,” he called to Shade. Melanie
wriggled her ass against him and while he might not have been out
of bed yet, he was definitely up. “Make that an hour,” he
yelled.

“I’m starving,” Melanie complained.

“So am I.” Hungry for her. And he was no longer
tired. Not even a little.

He dove under the covers, delighting in the sound of
her laugh as he cupped her breasts in both hands and kissed her
flat belly. He caught her navel jewelry in his teeth and tugged
gently. He wished they could spend all day in bed. Making love.
Talking. Getting to know more about each other. Like a real couple.
Always on the road, he never had time to get close to a woman.
Different night. Different city. Different lover. Even if he found
a woman he really liked—a woman like Melanie—he had to say goodbye
to her before he could make a lasting connection. It had felt so
good just to hold her through the night. He couldn’t remember the
last time a woman had stayed in his arms for more than a couple
hours. Knowing that he’d have to let her go so soon left a raw achy
feeling in his chest. Gabe wondered if she had any interest in
trying something long distance. Unlike most of his one-night
stands, Melanie was relationship material. And she didn’t want him
because he was a rock star; she wanted him for that closet geek he
worked so hard to conceal. It would be nice to share that part of
himself. To be accepted for it. Dare he think cherished for it?
Even so, Gabe was afraid to ask her to commit. It wouldn’t be fair
of him to keep her hanging on when he knew he wouldn’t be able to
see her more than a couple times a month. And that was if they were
lucky.