I hiss at the surge of pain and the moan at the full body contraction that follows it.
“You like that,” he drawls,
“Do it again,” I slip my arms around his neck so he doesn’t have to strain to bring his mouth close to mine.
“Hold on to me,” he murmurs in my ear and then he lets go of me, holding me up with his hips, and freeing his hands to roam. He strokes my face, pushing wisps of hair off my cheeks and forehead.
“You’re more beautiful than anyone has the right to be, I’ve missed you so damn much,” He murmurs, as his hand slides down from my cheek and the back of my neck, gripping it hard before he starts to pound into me. Hard, unforgiving, unrelenting thrusts that impale me with the most sensual ferocity I’ve ever felt.
My breath leaves me in a stuttering exhale and my head drops to his shoulder. One of his hands snakes between my legs and his thumb rubs my clit in just the right place.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he rasps in my ear, never easing his pace, and I can’t take it.
“I’m coming apart, I’m breaking,” I sob as pressure builds like a cyclone in my core, and my heart races so fast, that I’m panting to keep from blacking out.
“You weren’t built to break, baby,” he huffs like he’s out of breath, but his powerful body moves with the athletic grace he shows on stage.
His fingers, slick with my wetness reach around and slides in between the crease of my ass. He teases my puckered entrance before he slips two slick fingers inside.
My release explodes without warning, and I lose my grip on him. He slides his arms up my back and grabs my shoulders, presses his face into my neck and fucks me through my trembling orgasm, I cry out, calling his name, cursing as his teeth scrape over my neck, and sink into my shoulder.
“I’m coming and I don’t want to, but fuuuuuck,” his hoarse groan reverberates from his heaving chest to mine as we struggle to catch our breath.
My head falls back, and I look at him through half closed eyes.
His smile is pure, unfiltered satisfaction.
“Remember what I told you about the piano?” he asks lazily.
“Not at this minute, I don’t,” I murmur.
He pulls out of me and slips his hands under my knees, cradling me to his chest as he walks us back to the couch.
“It’s the only instrument that can take everything I’ve got, all my weight, all my passion, my compulsive playing. And you’re the same…my miracle, and I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”
“Why are you getting dressed?” Carter snatches my pants from me, and jumps away from my hold when I lunge for them.
“Because, we’re in a public place. I can’t believe we did that, everyone heard.”
“Yeah, I bet,” his smile smug and when I reach for my pants again, he wraps an arm around me, ignoring my squeal of protest and kisses me.
“Mmmm, I could kiss you forever,” he murmurs and I decide that if I’m getting fired, I might as well enjoy it. I sling my arm around his neck and kiss him back.
The door flies open. Carter shoves me behind him so fast, I don’t realize I’ve moved until I find myself staring at his bare back.
“D, what the Fuck?” he growls, handing my pants to me behind his back. I take them, my hands shaking as I step into them and step around Carter and see that voice belongs to Dane West, the enigmatic drummer of his band. His gaze flicks over me, narrow eyed, but otherwise, unreadable.
He looks at Carter, and smirks approvingly. “Sorry to bust up your loud ass fucking, but we’ve gotta get out of here. There’s a mob outside. We didn’t give anyone a heads up and now, there aren’t enough cops on duty close by to do this kind of crowd control.”
“Oh, shit,” Carter grabs his shirt off the floor and I stand there too stunned to speak.
“What do you mean, a mob?” The girls are out there by themselves. “I need to go check on things.”
He stops me mid turn with a hand wrapped around my arm.
“No. Not yet. You stay here until we leave. If they see you come out of here before me, you’ll need a police escort to take you home. Alright?”
“Sure.” I ignore his bandmate’s blatantly nosy stare and press up on my toes to cup his face