it?” I asked. “You never stopped thinking of me, right? You’ve been aching for my fingers, tongue, and dick for years, right?”
“Not even close,” she said.
I twisted my fingers and parted her delicious folds, the fingertip of my middle finger introducing itself to her clit.
Her body jerked and she gasped.
I gently moved left to right with my finger.
“Then what is it, honey? What is this?”
Abby’s eyes were on fire. “This is a need. You’re my whore right now.”
I laughed.
Abby brought her mouth down to mine again.
My fingers danced on her clit like I was playing a bass solo in front of forty thousand screaming FILTHY LINE fans.
The solo finished when Abby whimpered into my mouth and her left hand grabbed my wrist to get me to stop. I felt the warm rush of her desire and knew I had done my job.
The SUV came to a stop.
Just in time.
Abby gasped for breaths with her mouth way too close to mine.
“I’m saying this once,” she said. “Don’t make it a big deal.”
“Oh, I’m a big deal,” I said. “You can feel my big deal right now.”
“Shut up, Reed. Just listen to me.”
“Anything for you, honey,” I whispered.
Abby looked at me.
It was Abby… and this was completely wrong and stupid. This was nothing but a ball of regret and someone was going to get hurt.
But her honey was on my fingertips.
My cock dripped with a begging need to feel her body just one last time.
Abby took a deep breath and reached for the door and opened it.
She got out of the SUV.
“What do you have to tell me,” I asked as I sat there, pitching a giant tent in my jeans.
Abby reached into the SUV and grabbed at my jeans.
I hissed again.
“One time,” she said to me.
“Sure,” I said.
“Take me to your place right now, Reed.”
I jumped out of the SUV and slammed the door.
I bounced my body against Abby’s and touched her back.
“Are you going to throw up in my driveway again?” I asked.
I kissed her.
“No,” she said. “You fucking asshole.”
She kissed me.
I walked her to the motorcycle.
“Are you going to bitch and complain about my motorcycle?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I hate that thing.”
“Well, it’s your only ride to my place.”
I kissed her and reached for my helmet.
She put her arms around my neck and clawed at me.
We kissed so fucking hard for a few seconds that when our mouths pulled apart there was a pop sound.
I put the helmet on her head and grinned.
“Don’t give me that fucking look,” she said to me.
“Oh, I can’t wait to taste you, Abby.”
“Even if I throw up?” she teased.
I threw my leg over the motorcycle and waited for her to join me.
I started my ride and took off.
It was a fifteen-minute ride to my place, with me speeding.
That was a long fifteen minutes to think about what had happened and what could happen.
That was a good thing.
Abby needed to come to her senses.
Me too.
My tongue tingled to flicker between her legs. To get one more taste of her sweet pussy. My cock wanted one more feel of her pulsing against me as she came, coaxing me into losing myself too.
But it couldn’t happen.
She needed to finish her vocals on the song, get paid and then go away. If she wanted a seven-figure payday for this song, then I’d give it to her myself.
Her hands were locked tight around my shirt again.
My cock was still throbbing and hard.
That wasn’t going to cool off.
Which meant I needed to get her to my place and get her settled into the guest bedroom again. Then I could go into my private bathroom and toss my load into the sink and wash it all away.
And that would be it.
I wanted to fuck Abby so bad… but I knew it couldn’t happen.
The answer from me to me was no.
At the same time, you could never ever tell a rock star no…
14
ABBY
Are you really going to let this happen? What happened last time, Abby? Right? Your first time with Reed was in the bathroom at a dive bar. Remember when he pushed you up against the wall and lifted your right leg? He whispered every sweet word into your ear before driving his steel cock into your body. Of course it was an instant orgasm… Reed was made to fuck. He was like a toy. His size was just… but look what happened. You couldn’t just ride and fly. You kept coming back. Feelings got twisted up. The whole thing exploded.
Of