Rock Stars Do It Forever (11 page)

“Fuck, Jay, what are you doing?” His voice was thick and quavering. “Don’t gag yourself! Jesus…”

He lost capacity for speech then as she backed away, sucking on his tip, and then downed his cock once more, deeper than before, until she felt his close-trimmed curls against her face. She backed away slightly, then bobbed her head until he hissed and pulled himself away.
 

She smiled up at him, licking her lips. Judging by the fraught silence stretching between them, Jamie knew she’d made her point. She stayed on her knees, waiting, hands on her thighs, face turned up to where she knew he was. She could feel his intense gaze on her.

Then she felt his hands on her arms gently lifting her up to her feet. His mouth touched hers, his tongue spearing through her lips in a demanding kiss. She melted instantly, moving to let him curl her into his embrace, but instead of his arms around her, she was swept up off her feet.

“Omigod, Chase! Put me down, you lunatic! You’ll break your back!”
 

Chase just laughed and walked with her in his rock-solid arms—no hint of trembling or straining—and set her slowly onto the bed. He kissed her breastbone, then suckled her nipple until she gasped and moaned, switching to the other breast and doing the same, scraping the sensitive peak with his teeth until she whimpered. He moved down her body, kissing as he went, and when his mouth reached her mound, Jamie eagerly slid her legs apart, cupping his bald scalp and shamelessly pulling his mouth to her hot, wet sex. Chase chuckled at her eagerness, and the vibrations of his laughter had her lifting her hips to press herself into him. He teased her with his tongue, light butterfly-gentle flicks against her clit, followed by slow, fat licks
 
of her entire opening, then a darting tongue tip into her channel. Then his fingers curled into her to stroke her G-spot, and his mouth worked her throbbing nub until she was bucking underneath him, moaning a nonstop sound of need as she drew closer to climax. She held onto his head for dear life, holding him tight against her.

“Oh, god, Chase! I’m gonna come right now!”

And then he was gone.

“Where are you going? Come back here!” She writhed on her back, reaching for him, growling in frustration. “You can’t do that!”

She heard him moving around, and then her hand was enclosed by his hand, something cool and soft wrapped around her wrist. Her arm was drawn back and over her head, a pause and the sound of rustling, and then she felt his presence move around the bed to the other side. She reached for him, only to find her right hand stop abruptly, as if…

“Did you just tie me to the bed?”

“Maybe.”

Her left hand was held in his unbreakably gentle grip, tied to the bed, and then he was gone once more.

“Chase Delany. You
cannot
tie me up and blindfold me and then just leave me here on the edge of orgasm. You’d damn well better come back here and finish what you started.” She heard the tinge of desperation in her voice but couldn’t quite manage to erase it.

Chase’s voice came from across the room. “Oh, don’t you worry, my love. I’ll finish you off. When I’m ready.”
 

“What are you doing way over there?”

“I’m looking at you. You’re tied up and naked and at my mercy. I’m deciding what to do to you. You’re so fucking sexy like that, all spread out for me…I could come right now, just looking at you.”

Jamie spread her legs apart and writhed on the bed, an invitation. “You better not come. I want it. I want you. Give it to me.”

Chase’s voice was closer, now. “You want it? You want my come?”

“God, yes. All of it.”

Closer yet. “Where?”

“Anywhere. Everywhere.” His fingers grasped her ankle, and she sucked in a sharp breath; his palm ran up her thigh, and Jamie wantonly spread her legs apart for his touch. “There. Inside me.”

His weight settled on the bed, and then she felt him climbing up her body to kneel over her. “What if I want it somewhere else?”

Jamie lifted her body, wanting his skin against hers, wanting pressure on her aching clit. “Anywhere. Just…finish it. I want you.”

She felt something hot and soft and broad nudging her sex. Jamie moaned, arching her back to get him deeper. He matched her thrust to move away, and then replaced his tip at her entrance. “Be still. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound.”

Jamie froze, clamping her lips together. He moved his cock in circles, rubbing her clit with his crown. Jamie’s body wanted to writhe in circles with him, but she forced herself into stillness. He moved himself faster and faster, and then pulled away, leaving Jamie gasping, head craned back in desperation. She wanted to plead with him.

“Stop moving.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Try. The more you move, the more you make those sexy little sounds, the longer it will take. I can’t take those moans. I’m so close to coming, Jamie. If you keep making those noises, I’m done.”

Jamie felt him nudge her throbbing clit, and she had to flex every muscle in her body to keep still, biting her tongue to keep quiet. He circled her hot, hard nub again, and she felt the pressure of impending climax building up. Without warning Chase drove himself into her, a fast, hard thrust, fully impaling his thick shaft inside her. Jamie shrieked in surprise and pleasure, and he pulled himself out.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jamie gasped. “I’ll be quiet. Give it back, please.”

He slowly entered her again, and Jamie wrapped her fists around the cords binding her—neckties, it felt like—and held them for leverage to keep still as he slid his pulsing shaft into her drenched slit. She bit her lip until she tasted blood, but she kept quiet, and he buried himself to the hilt, his hips bumping hers. He held there, and she heard his breathing, fast, ragged, as if he was barely staving off his own orgasm. Jamie flexed her vaginal muscles as hard as she could around him, clenching and releasing in a pulsating rhythm.
 

“Fuck, Jay. Fuck, that’s incredible.” His breath huffed hot on her throat. “Do it again.”

Jamie clenched him tight again, flexing hard as long as she could, and then releasing with a gasp of exertion. Chase kissed her throat, then moved down to her breast and kissed the mounded flesh with soft, wet lips. Jamie struggled to contain her groan as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

She nearly screamed when he drew back and slammed in, then twice, a third time, and with each hard thrust Jamie fell closer to orgasm. He plunged deep a fourth time and then withdrew completely, and this time Jamie did mewl in irate frustration.

Chase’s body slid down hers, and his mouth pressed to her sex. Jamie stifled a whimper as he licked and lapped and laved her aching clit in arrhythmic flicks, driving her mad with the need for pressure, need for rhythm.
 

She was desperate now, so close to climax, but held away from the edge by his endless teasing. She was drawing close now, and she struggled to hold absolutely still and remain completely silent, hoping if she could keep him from knowing how close she was he might send her over the edge. He settled into a rhythm finally, licking directly against her throbbing nub. She called on every shred of will she possessed, but as she neared climax, her traitorous body bucked beneath his skilled mouth, and the delicious wet pressure of his mouth was gone.
 

“
Dammit!
” She couldn’t stop the cry of crazed need from escaping, either.

He laughed, a predatory rasp in his throat, sinuously gliding up the length of her body, the slick tip of his cock dragging up her leg to nudge against her entrance.

“Are you ready for me?” Chase asked, his voice an almost inaudible whisper in her ear.

“Yes!” She let all of her desperation into her voice, let herself abjectly plead with him. “Chase,
please
, please…no more. No more. Just…be with me. Come with me. Come inside me. Shit, come
on
me, if you want. Come on my tits, or my face or anywhere. Just let me go, let me touch you.”

Chase’s tongue flicked her earlobe, and then his mouth kissed her ear, her jaw just behind it. Jamie panted, thrusting her pussy against the tip nudging her slit. He kept away until she went still and then nibbled her neck, sucked her shoulder near her armpit hard enough that she’d have a mark later. She tugged on the ties binding her, wanting to feel his back move, feel his ass rippling, wanting to draw him in. She thrashed her head, trying to dislodge the blindfold. She curled her legs around his hips and jerked, but it was like trying to move a statue.
 

His breath returned to her ear. “I’d never degrade you that way, my love.” His whispering voice was sweet and tender. “Never. Now, tell me where you want me to come.”

She twisted her face to bite his earlobe. “Inside me. In my pussy. Now.
Please.
No more teasing. No more games.”

He nudged in, a tiny movement that had only the very tip inside her, but it was enough to make her whimper.
 

“Like that?” he said, his voice a low rasp.

She could feel him trembling, holding back, straining for control.

“Yes…god, yes. Just like that. More. More.” She fought for stillness. “I’m begging you, please, more.”

Chase fluttered his hips, a series of slow, shallow movements that had Jamie flailing in paroxysms of delight, moaning. He kept up the tiny thrusts, barely moving in before he was pulling back. Jamie wasn’t about to complain since it was better than nothing, but she wanted,
needed
more. He’d brought her so close so many times now, had her rising up and up and closer and closer until she was nearly mad with raging pressure, pent-up climax. And these butterfly thrusts weren’t going to get the job done.
 

“Chase…stop teasing me.” Her voice was a broken whisper.
 

He laughed again, the same low gravelly rumble of leonine amusement. “Teasing? This isn’t going to do it for you?” He thrusted even more shallowly, if possible, the tip barely moving between her labia.
 

“You bastard. You know it’s not.” Jamie jerked on the ties, but only succeeded in tightening them around her wrists.

Chase froze. “A bastard, am I?” He pulled out, barely stifling a hiss that told Jamie he was teasing himself as much as her.

He lowered his mouth to her breast, cupping it with his hand and flicking the nipple with his teeth. His other hand snaked between their bodies, a single finger racing around her clit. Jamie groaned and writhed in frustration, in pleasure, in confusion. What he was doing felt amazing, felt incredible, but she needed
him.
He didn’t stop when she bucked beneath him to the tempo of his licking tongue and flicking fingers. He didn’t stop when she began to arch off the bed, and he didn’t stop when she began to let full-voiced cries escape.
 

“Oh, god, oh, god, oh,
god
,” Jamie cried, finally cresting over the verge of climax.

At the very moment the wave broke over her, Chase plunged into her, hammering deep in a single thrust. She screamed in delirious ecstasy, curling her legs around his ass and clutching him with all the considerable strength in her legs. Wave after wave crashed through her, the pressure releasing in an inundating barrage powerful enough to leave her heaving sobbed breaths.
 

Chase didn’t relent as she came, however. He drew back and pounded in, unleashing another scream from her, and then he did it again, and she couldn’t scream, could only gasp for breath. He began a driving rhythm, and Jamie tried to keep up, tried to thrust back into him, but the blasting waves of climax weren’t letting up, were only intensifying with every thrust of his cock. She had her fists wrapped around the ties tightly enough that she was sure her circulation was suffering.
 

“Untie me,” Jamie pleaded between ragged sobs.

Chase never slowed his plunging thrusts, reaching up with one hand and deftly untying her right wrist, then shifting his weight to the other hand and releasing her left. As soon as each hand was free, Jamie clawed at his back, pawing at his sweat-slick skin, gripping his bulging biceps and pistoning hips and tensing buttocks. She smeared the sweat on his scalp, dragging his face down to hers in sloppy, desperate kisses, missing his mouth a few times and not caring. She wanted his skin, his sweat, his body. She clung to him, driving her hips into his madly now as she began to match his furious rhythm. She was panting wildly, each breath a loud moan.
 

Her climax had never retreated completely, and she was shuddering with aftershocks every few moments. Then, as he began to pump faster, Jamie felt the aftershocks morph and burgeon, turning into yet another orgasm. She clung to Chase’s neck, her legs locked around his back, holding on to him as she rode out the orgasm, struggling for breath as the waves grew stronger, ripping through her like a tsunami.
 

The climax receded slightly but didn’t dissipate completely. Chase shifted positions slightly, slowing his pace but still driving deep. He brought his knees beneath him, slid his palms beneath Jamie’s ass, gripping her hips and lifting. She moved down the bed toward him and arched her back, lifting her hips to meet him, reaching back to grip the headboard with both hands. Chase held her hips up, plunging hard and deep. Jamie’s voice rose in a sound that wasn’t quite a scream, a high-pitched keen of rapture as his cock filled her deeper than she’d thought anyone could be. He drove in deep this way a few times, and then, against all sense, thrust shallowly, pivoting his body so the broad head of his cock struck her G-spot dead-on.
 

Less than thirty seconds later, Jamie came again, and this time she couldn’t bear it, couldn’t stand it, couldn’t even ride it out. All she could do was release a guttural scream and rake her fingers over his shoulders.
 

Tears of raw overwhelmed emotion tracked down her cheeks, and she didn’t bother to wipe them away.
 

Chase’s movements grew rough and clumsy, and Jamie recognized the signs of his impending release. She planted her heels on the bed and met him thrust for frantic thrust. She moaned his name in his ear when he finally released her hips and collapsed forward onto her, grinding raggedly and arrhythmically, growling and groaning with every thrust.