Sinners On Tour 01 Backstage Pass (5 page)

“Myr, you’re kil ing me,” he whispered.

She sucked a testicle into her mouth.

“Whoa!” He clutched the bedclothes in both fists and banged his head back against the headboard.

She released his flesh from her mouth and touched his cock with her fingertips. It jumped in response.

“Please,” he begged. “Suck me. God. Please.”

She lowered her head further, tonguing the crease of skin between his bal s and her ultimate goal. When her tongue danced over the puckered flesh of his anus, he squirmed, panting as she tested the limits of his self-control. After a moment, he relaxed and she pressed the tip of her tongue inside him. He twitched.

He hadn’t cal ed her a whore yet, but she knew he must have been thinking it.

She withdrew her tongue and placed a sucking kiss around his puckered flesh before moving to take his cock in her mouth.

“Yes,” he gasped. “Thank you.”

She cupped his bal s in one hand, massaging gently as she drew his cock in and out of her mouth, applying the most suction at its head as she let it fal from her lips, and then she’d take it within again. By the hitch in his breathing, she could tel he was close. She wanted him to come in her mouth. Wanted to taste him. Swal ow him. Make his body spasm with release.

Only whores like to swallow,
Jeremy’s voice assured her.

She squeezed her eyes closed and took Brian’s cock deep into her throat.

“Mmmmmm…” she purred loudly.

“God!”

She drew back and bobbed her head up and down rapidly as she sucked. Her lips bumped over the sensitive rim faster and faster. One hand held the base of his cock firmly so she could concentrate on her technique, the other continued to massage his bal s gently. His groans of pleasure encouraged her to suck harder, move faster.
Come, Brian. Come on. Give me what I want.

She knew he was holding back on her, selfishly trying to prolong his pleasure. She didn’t mind. She loved a chal enge. She wriggled her tongue against the underside of his cock as she sucked him deep. When he was buried deep in her throat again, she hummed and dipped the tip of a finger into his ass.

“Fuck, woman!” He grabbed her hair as his hips bucked off the mattress and he bathed the back of her throat with his juices.

She smiled, sucking him and swal owing his offering until he stopped spurting. When his body went limp, she released his cock from her mouth and col apsed beside him, breathing hard to catch her breath.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, stil panting. “Amazing.”

Why don’t you tell me what you really think of me?
Jeremy had never had a problem expressing himself.

Brian reached for her and drew her against him. She buried her face in his side, inhaling his scent. Sexual excitement had strengthened his unique, musky aroma. She loved the smel of his body. There was probably something wrong with that, too. She struggled to free herself from his embrace, but he held her fast.

“I need to take a shower,” she said, her hand pressing against the skul tattoo on his abdomen. “I have several sessions I’m supposed to attend this morning.”

“The only sessions you’re attending wil be right here.” He pointed at his softening cock. “As soon as I can move, that is.”

She didn’t disgust him? She looked up at him, expecting him to be staring her down with accusation, but he just grinned as if he was half stoned.

“Don’t you have things to do today?” she asked.

“Lots,” he said. “And they al involve your body.”

Her heart kicked. She smiled. Maybe he was okay with her uninhibited side. “You rock stars have such hard lives.”

He was quiet for a long moment. “Did you just suck me off like a maniac because I’m a rock star or because you like me?”

She cringed. “Does it matter?”

“Yeah.”

“I like you.” She paused. “I also like that you’re a rock star. I’m especial y drawn to those magical fingers of yours.” She took his hand in hers and kissed his fingertips.

“But if I wasn’t famous, you wouldn’t have anything to do with me.”

“If you weren’t famous, I probably would have been too shy to introduce myself to you last night. I would have wanted to suck you off like a maniac, regardless. You’re irresistibly sexy, Brian.”

He grinned. “I guess that’s good enough for me.”

She reached up and touched his handsome face. “Does it bother you that women respond to your fame?”

“Not usual y.” He shrugged. “Sometimes.”

He wanted something real, not the fantasy. She could see it in his soft, brown eyes as he gazed at her. She was sorry to disappoint him, but she was al about the fantasy. He’d just have to find a way to cope when her few hours in fantasyland came to an end. And so what if that made her a whore. She was tired of pretending to be a good girl.
I always saw the real you and I loved you
anyway,
Jeremy’s voice intruded her thoughts again. She shook her head slightly.

“Can you move yet?” she asked, hoping Brian could exorcise the demon of Jeremy from her thoughts.

“Let me try.” His free hand covered her breast and squeezed. “Almost.”

She gazed down his body. Her hand slid down his bel y toward his slack cock. It twitched in response. She grinned. “Almost.”

“So where is this piercing you told us about last night?”

She flushed. “I was only teasing. I don’t real y have a body piercing. Or a tattoo.”

“I don’t believe you. I’l need to look you over for myself.”

He stripped her nightgown off over her head and pressed her down flat on her back.

“Hmm. I don’t see any here,” he said, gazing at her breasts. “Just let me make sure.” He stroked her nipple with his fingertips, drawing it to a hardened bud. He lowered his head, flicked the taunt tip with his tongue and then sucked it into his mouth.

Myrna gasped. He sucked hard, stroking the underside of her nipple and breast with his tongue.

“Nope, definitely no piercing,” he said. “Better check the other one.”

He repeated the treatment on her other breast. Her fingers stole into the soft strands of his longish hair, holding him there. He lifted his head and blew a cool breath over her moist nipple. Her body jerked.

He didn’t move for a moment and she gazed down at him. He was watching her as if waiting for something.

“If you let go of my hair, I can continue my inspection.”

She flushed and released his hair. His mouth left a trail of wet kisses along the underside of her breast, across her ribs to the center of her stomach, and then down to her navel. He dipped his tongue into her bel ybutton rhythmical y, causing a flood of heat between her thighs. She throbbed with need, craving that thrusting rhythm within.
Ah God, fuck me, Brian.
She bit her lip so she didn’t make the mistake of saying it aloud.

“No navel ring,” he murmured.

He continued down her body, sucking a trail over her lower bel y. A spasm shook her body and she giggled.

“Ticklish?”

“A little.”

He blew a cool breath over the moist trail he’d left behind and she moaned. He used the distraction to slide her panties from her body.

“One more place I need to check.” He wrapped a hand around each leg, just above her knees and spread her thighs wide.

“You already checked there.” Her body tensed. She wasn’t a fan of having her clit licked. So few men did it right.

His fingers combed through the nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. “You don’t shave this off regularly?”

She flushed. She knew the trends among younger women. She kept her pubic hair trimmed, but didn’t shave it into unusual shapes or thin strips.

“It’s there for a reason.” She slipped into sex professor mode. “It maintains the sexual scents. Also each hair is associated with a nerve ending, so increases sensory input to the brain during copulation.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Copulation?”

Oh God. Had she turned him off with her cerebral discussion of a primitive urge? “Fucking?”

“I prefer making love.” He grinned. “And you’re right about the scent.” He inhaled her essence deeply through his nose. “Definitely a turn on.”

His cal oused fingertips found the hood of skin covering her clit. He exposed the swol en nub buried within and, using a second finger, stroked her to climax in seconds. She cried out, her thighs quivering as the sensation rippled through her body. How did he do that?

“You come so easily.” He kissed the inside of her thigh. “Definitely a turn on.” She couldn’t lift her head to look at him, but could hear the smile in his voice.

She didn’t usual y come so quickly. Usual y when a man was in control, she never reached climax. Brian was a genius with those fingers of his. And not just as a guitarist.

“You’re amazing,” she gasped.

“Al those solos.” His finger stroked her again and she shuddered.

“Feel free to practice on me any time.”

He chuckled. “I’m not sure you want to offer that.”

She was one hundred and one percent sure that she did.

His hair brushed the insides of her thighs as he lowered his head. She tensed again. He sucked her clit into his mouth and stroked it with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh God,” she groaned. He was good at this, too?

Brian continued sucking and stroking her with his tongue. Her pussy throbbed in protest of its neglect. She wanted him inside her so bad. His big, beautiful cock pounding her fast and hard. She couldn’t take any more. She had to have him.

She grabbed a handful of his hair and pul ed him away from the glorious things he was doing to her clit. “Take me, Brian,” she said. “Now.”

“Not yet.”

If demands didn’t work, perhaps begging would earn his mercy. “Please. Please, Brian. I ache with wanting you inside me.”

His fingers traced the slippery rim of her eager opening. “You want me in here?”

She shifted her hips, wil ing to accept even his fingers inside her. Anything to fil that aching emptiness.

He drew his hand away, leaving her wanting. “You’re dripping wet, baby. Has it been a while since you’ve been fucked properly?”

She wasn’t sure if she’d ever been fucked properly. She knew she’d never been this turned on in her life. “You’re cruel.” She pouted.

“If I was being cruel, you’d know it. Let go of my hair and trust me to satisfy you.”

She released his hair, lifted her head and looked down at him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. My cock is cal ing me every sort of a son of a bitch right now. He wants to be inside you twice as much as you want him there.”

“Impossible.”

He grinned. “He’l wait for a few more minutes though. Can you handle that?”

“Just a few?”

He nodded.

“I’l try.” Some of her building excitement had dissipated. She wished she hadn’t stopped him now. She relaxed onto the bed and gripped handfuls of the sheets to prevent herself from pul ing his hair again.

He doesn’t want you, Myrna. Who’d want a cheating whore?

Shut up, Jeremy.

Brian lowered his head and drew his tongue along the inside of her labia, flicked it across her anus and then trailed it back up the other side.

“Nnggnn,” she groaned.

He sucked her clit back into his mouth and her hips bucked involuntarily. While he sucked her and stroked her with his tongue, his fingers traced the rim of her vaginal opening, never dipping inside, just teasing her to the point of tears. He kept her at the brink of orgasm. Whenever her breath would hitch as she approached release, he’d pause in his torment until she settled down again. Her need for him intensified with each increasing peak.

When she was convinced she was going to die, he slid two fingers inside her.

She cried out, her back arching. He curled his fingers and pressed up inside her, slowly withdrawing until she screamed with release. He rubbed that perfect spot inside until her legs trembled and her thighs clamped together over his hand. He knew how to find a g-spot? Ah, God. Gifted. The man was sexual y gifted. Myrna forced herself to relax her leg lock on his hand. When her body stopped quaking, he removed his fingers and slid from the end of the bed.

“Don’t get up,” he said.

He left her lying there, dazed. He was done? He didn’t want her? Fighting tears of rejection, she watched him search the floor for his clothes. His hard cock jutted before him, thickly veined and straining. Did he find her so repulsive that he’d just leave while stil in that condition?

Brian bent to retrieve his pants—giving Myrna a spectacular view of his perfect, bare ass—and fished a condom out of his pocket. Her breath caught. He tore the package open with his teeth and unrol ed the condom over his cock. Such a shame to cover its perfection from her view, but it meant…

He climbed back onto the bed and settled his narrow hips between her thighs.

“You want me?” she whispered around the knot in her throat.

“Did you seriously just ask me that?” He brushed her hair from her damp cheeks and kissed her tenderly. His lips tasted and smel ed like her. So intimate. He lifted his head to stare into her eyes. “I think the question is do you stil want
me
, or did I overdo it a little?”

“I stil want you. So much,” she whispered. “I’m not sure I can move though.”

He grinned crookedly. “I’l do al the moving at first.”

He rocked his hips forward, probing for her opening without using his hands for guidance. When he found her, he slid into her slowly, holding her shoulders as he burrowed deeper and deeper.

“Mmmmm,” he murmured and buried his face in her neck. “Certified Grade A.”

Her brow creased. “What?”

“Nothing.”

His strokes were slow and deep. Slow and deep. Slow and deep. Stretching her wide, withdrawing. He more than fil ed her.

She’d never been with a man as wel -endowed as he was. Perhaps it was his size that thril ed her. Nope, definitely the way he used it.

She groaned—her excitement building again. His quiet gasps in her ear sent her lust spiraling out of control. Her hands moved to his ass, digging into his flesh as she bucked her hips against him. His gasps grew shaky and punctuated. His strokes faster and harder.