soft panties.
Curling around her needy heat, pressing against her body.
Bree broke the kiss to gasp for a breath.
My lips touched her neck.
“Come all over my fingers, babe,” I said. “I’ve waited so long for this. To prove to you how beautiful you are…”
I brought my hand back up and moved down the front of her panties.
Her skin was warm like a blanket on a cold night.
Then my fingers felt her sticky honey and any thoughts of sweet romance were thrown out the window.
My middle finger sought her clit and flirted with her nub for a few seconds, gently flickering up and down as though it were my tongue.
I made the same motion with my tongue to her neck.
I slipped my finger down and circled around her throbbing entrance, torturing myself more than I was her.
My cock raged its own war on itself, wanting to know why it was being kept hidden.
I slowly kissed to the other side of Bree’s neck and up to her mouth.
My lips touched hers but I didn’t kiss her.
Instead, I stared at her.
Both of us breathing heavy.
My fingers dipping into her pleasure, thrusting with more force by the second, her body coating my fingers with her sweetness.
Inside her perfect body, I curled my fingers with force, over and over, as though I was telling her to come here…
Which I kind of was.
I wanted her to come here. To come right on my fingers.
Her hips began to move. Thrusting herself at me. Her ass gently tapping the door.
I pressed my thumb to her clit as my fingers kept moving and Bree let out a yell.
She quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
The noises were muffled but still there.
Her eyes were wide.
“I found your sweet spot, babe,” I said. “You’re so fucking wild, Bree. Keep going. Keep fucking my fingers. You’re not done yet…”
I moved my thumb left to right over her clit.
My fingers thrust and curled over and over.
This was the true power of a rock star. Being able to do more than one thing at the same time without missing a beat. Whether I was on stage in front of thousands of fans, commanding a song, or whether I was in the back of the tour bus with my fingers bringing Bree to orgasm, I was a master at my craft…
With my left hand, I pulled her hand off her mouth.
She shook her head.
“No, no, no,” she said. “I can’t stop making noise… it feels so good, Sab…”
“I know it does,” I said. “Now cover my hand in your honey, babe. Right now.”
I moved harder and faster.
Bree opened her mouth to scream and I kissed her.
She screamed into my mouth and her body started to convulse.
My left hand grabbed the small of her back and I pulled her tight against my body as she came.
I didn’t slow down for one second.
You didn’t climb the mountain just to say you did. You climbed it to look around and take it all in. Right?
The more I kept my fingers moving, the more she came.
She was an endless flood of warmth and desire, soaking my fingers, coating the palm of my hand.
When her knees finally gave out for good, I knew I had her.
She stopped the kiss and buried her face into my chest, gasping for breaths.
I held her tight and slowly eased my hand out of her panties.
I then gently moved her out of the way of the door.
With my dry hand, I touched her face.
I had so much to say to her.
The truth would change our lives.
But reality would hurt us both.
We were ushered through the back of the hotel, like always.
The band went first, guarded by security.
The women were brought in behind us, also guarded by security.
I couldn’t remember the last time I walked through the front of a hotel and went to the elevators like a normal person.
We were taken to the top floor and that… well… the entire floor was ours.
Nash threw his arm around me. “Brings back memories, huh?”
“Big time,” I said.
“Also helps that Toby and SLECK are pissed about this,” he said. “This is a waste of their money. And I love it.”
“Are we going to trash the place?” I asked.
“Eh, maybe not this time,” he said. “So what’s happening with your girl?”
“None of your damn business, Nash.”
“Oh, I can only imagine.” He sniffed the air. “I smell something around you, Sab. Something familiar.”
“Are you done?” I asked.
“Never,” he said. He walked faster than me. He looked back. “You’ve been in love