Dare to Rock (15 page)

He grinned. “That’s my mom.”

The rest of the evening passed quickly. They reminisced about Avery and Grey in high school, bringing him back to the reason he’d returned home. The woman who was currently helping his mother bring dishes into the kitchen from the patio, where they’d eaten dinner. In the short time he’d been back, he’d realized Avery still understood him in ways no one else did. She saw the fragile boy beneath the rock star persona and supported him. That was what Avery meant to him, did for him.

The chemistry was a bonus and had only grown stronger over the years. Watching her in that sexy dress, her hips swaying as she walked, her cleavage covered due to the higher halter but hints of her full breasts teasing him beneath the material, Grey decided family time was over.

“We need to get going,” Grey said, rising to his feet.

“Grey! I haven’t finished helping your mom yet.” Avery shot him a chiding gaze that only served to make him hotter.

“You two go. We’re finished here,” his mother said.

Glancing at the mostly cleaned table, Avery nodded. “If you’re sure.”

“You two have better things to do than hang out with the old folks. I’m just so happy you came by.”

“And I’ll come again, Mom. I promise.” He rose and hugged his mother tight. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too.”

Grey said good-bye to his stepfather, and Avery made her rounds too. Finally, they were in the car, driving home.

“Things went well, yes?” Avery asked.

“Very.” Although he and his mother hadn’t had an in-depth conversation, she’d heard what he’d said to Ricardo, and in his heart, Grey knew she understood how he felt.

“Someone was in a hurry to leave though.” Avery turned her head, and he caught her gaze for a moment before returning his focus to the road.

“And you wonder why?” He placed a hand on her knee and inched his fingers up her silken skin, reaching slowly higher until he encountered lace.

He wondered what color it was, and he accelerated, wanting to find out faster.

“Grey,” she said, her attempt at reprimanding him turning into a moan as his fingers slid over her sex, and he discovered her panties were already damp.

“Problem, sugar?” he asked, stroking the lace covering her slick, hot flesh, and his cock jumped inside his shorts.

“You need to drive,” she said, her voice hoarse with desire.

He swallowed a moan of his own. “Good thing for you I can do two things at once. And do them both well.”

His gaze remained on the road, but the rest of his senses were attuned to her. He pressed his thumb over her clit, and her thighs parted, giving him better access.

“Do you want to know why I left so quickly?” He didn’t give her a chance to respond. “I’ll tell you. Because I watched you all night, so sweet and pretty as you helped my mom, and all I could think about was messing your hair with my hands, hiking up that dress, and taking you hard and fast. You want that too, don’t you?”

She arched her hips, her pussy thrusting against his fingers, so needy.

He wanted her at his place, and that’s where he was headed, but first he had to hear her come. He gripped the wheel with one hand, his teeth clenched so hard his jaw ached.

With his free hand, he slid his fingers beneath her panties and encountered bare flesh. “Fuck, you’re wet for me.” He stroked her sex, lubricating his fingers, gliding back and forth over her clit.

He caught sight of his exit and managed to take the correct one, her heavy breathing beating a rapid cadence in his ear. He toyed with the tiny bud, alternating between tweaking between his thumb and forefinger and soothing with slick strokes.

“Grey, God, harder, so close. So close.” Her hips bucked rapidly against him, and she grabbed his wrist, shoving his hand hard against her sex.

She was frantic and he couldn’t focus. Couldn’t get her off without killing them both. He didn’t know what the fuck he’d been thinking. He’d just needed to feel her so damned bad.

“Hang on.” He swore and removed his hand.

She whimpered and began to stroke herself with no help from him. Fuck that. “Do not come without me,” he ordered.

“Seriously?” Her gaze met his, a heady mixture of disbelief and desire filling the depths.

“Yes,” he bit out, pulling over to the side of the road not far from his apartment.

She was still stroking herself when he shoved the gearshift into park, removed his seat belt, and maneuvered his body closer so he had more room, more leverage.

“Hands on either side of your lap,” he said in his deepest, most commanding tone.

She balled her hands into fists at her sides, and he relaxed a bit.

He leaned across the console and kissed her hard, at the same time sliding her panties down to her knees. He pushed two fingers inside her tight channel, gliding in and out, pressing hard on her clit with his thumb.

Her body, already on the edge, convulsed immediately, gripping his fingers as she came. “Grey,” she cried out and rode out her climax, a sight so fucking beautiful it was seared in his memory forever.

When she fell back against the seat, limp and sated, he pulled her dress down, covering her sex. With her sweet pussy out of view, he hoped he’d make it home without dying first. He’d broken into a sweat himself and pushed his hand hard against his cock to calm himself down before he could even think of driving again.

Without warning, a knock sounded, and both he and Avery jumped in surprise. He turned to see Rick gesturing for him to roll down the window. He’d forgotten about their shadow, and clearly Avery had as well.

Grey shot her a wry glance, made sure she really was covered up, and hit the window button. “Hey, man.”

Rick rested an arm on the top of the car and leaned down to look inside. “Just making sure everything’s okay here.”

“We’re good. We just had something to discuss.”

Rick treated him to a knowing smirk. “Well, you might want to keep moving before someone notices you.”

“Right,” Grey muttered. “You’re off duty till morning,” he informed the man.

Rick tapped the top of the car and headed back to his vehicle.

“Oh my God,” Avery said on a horrified moan. “If he’d come over a few seconds sooner …”

At the thought of another man seeing Avery undressed, Grey’s protective instincts rose to the surface. “And that’s another good reason to head home.” Along with his aching cock and the driving need to bury himself deep inside Avery as soon as humanly possible.

Chapter Eight

A
very wasn’t a multi-orgasm girl, so she was surprised she was aroused again by the time they reached Grey’s apartment. Of course, she’d immediately noticed how hard he was from giving her pleasure, and she wanted to reciprocate. She wanted to hold his hard, stiff length in her hands and taste his cock with her mouth. She’d never had these thoughts about any man before, and for sure they’d never aroused her to the point of needing to come again so soon.

Grey was about to turn into the parking garage and waved as Rick passed them, his job for the night complete. Grey parked in the underground garage. He came around to her side before she could even get her door open.

“I’m not sure I can wait much longer,” he said, and pulled her out of the car.

“Grey!”

He lifted her into his arms and strode to the elevator. The private elevator that led directly to his floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.

“You’re spoiling me,” she murmured. “I mean, a girl could get used to this kind of treatment.”

“That’s the point.”

She rested her chin on his shoulder, her cheek against his, and blocked out his words. Short term. She couldn’t allow herself to get attached to her musician.

Not hers.
“God.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked as the elevator opened and he let them into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind them.

She slid down his hard, toned body, her breasts and nipples feeling every hard ridge and plane of his chest. Her fingers itched to touch bare skin. Indulging her desire, she pulled up his shirt and slid her hands along his flat stomach and six-pack abs.

He groaned, his body shaking beneath her touch, and a thrill slid through her. She didn’t have much experience, and a lot of it came from Grey, so the knowledge that she could make him tremble more now than years before did things to her female ego. She scraped her nails up his chest until she reached his nipples, drawing her fingers over the distended peaks.

“Are you trying to push me over the edge?” he asked, leaning forward and nipping her on the ear.

She moaned and arched into him. “Maybe.”

“Maybe it’s time to turn the tables.” He pulled her dress up and over her head, leaving her dressed in flimsy panties and a barely there bra.

His hot gaze raked over her, admiration settling over his handsome face. “Look at you,” he muttered, sliding a hand beneath her hair, around her neck, and pulling her in for a scorching kiss.

His tongue tangled with hers, while at the same time, he backed her up until her legs hit the couch. She toppled backwards onto the soft cushions. She adjusted herself, letting her sandals fall to the floor.

She kept her gaze on his, watching his every movement. He stripped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. Pulled a condom from inside his wallet before removing his shorts, taking his boxer briefs with them. Finally he stood before her, his naked body a thing of beauty.

Without thought, she unhooked the front clasp of her bra, extricating her arms from the straps and freeing her aching breasts for his viewing pleasure. He stared down at her, green eyes glittering with arousal, his erection strong, thick, and big, making her mouth water and her body moisten with desire.

“I still can’t believe we’re here. Together,” she said, voicing the thought she couldn’t get out of her head.

He placed the condom on the end table and came down over her, his hard cock sliding over her sex, causing a rush of need to wash over her.

“It’s us,” he assured her.

She moaned, her clit pulsing and her body clenching with the desire to be filled by him.

“Grey, I need you.” She scored her nails over his back, hoping to entice him into moving faster. Sure enough, he arched his hips, thrusting against her, causing another delicious wave of longing to toss her around but not take her over.

“You want to run the show?” he asked, sitting up suddenly and pulling her with him. He grasped her hips and shifted her around until she straddled him, her knees on either side of his muscular thighs. “Grab the condom.”

Her heart beat out a rapid rhythm, but she did as he asked and plucked the foil packet from the table.

“Now open it and slide it on me,” he instructed, his voice gravelly.

“I’ve never done that before.” But excitement buzzed in her veins because she wanted to do it with him.

“Good.” Grey brushed a thumb over her cheek, as amazed as she was that they were together. He wanted to memorize every second, make it last, keep her here with him forever. He’d been her first ever, and damn but he wanted to be her last.

She curled her soft fingers around his aching shaft, and he held himself still, watching as she bit the inside of her cheek and ripped open the package, removing the condom. Pre-come had already formed on the head of his cock, and he clenched his jaw and gripped her hips harder, all in an effort not to embarrass himself too soon.

His hold on his body was a tenuous one. Unaware of his strain, she rolled the condom over him, moving slowly, carefully, the glide of her fingers a tease he could barely withstand until, finally, she reached the base of his shaft.

“Done!” she said, her voice filled with pride.

She was such a mixture of innocent and sensual woman, was it any wonder he found her so fucking special?

“Now ride me, sugar,” he said tightly, hoping he made it past the first grip of her pussy before exploding.

“Can’t say I’ve ever done
that
before either, but I’m game to try.” With a sexy smile on her face, Avery placed her delicate hands on his shoulders and raised herself up on her knees.

Her wet heat hovered over the head of his cock, and he gripped the base until his shaft nudged its way inside her. At the first clasp of her pussy, sweat broke out on his skin. She moved herself up and down until she was able to slide all the way home, cushioning him inside her completely.

“Oh my God,” she said on a groan. “You feel … This is …”

“Intense,” he said, completing her sentence in the only way he could. His dick was on fire as she squeezed him in her narrow passage. If she didn’t move soon, he might die.

“Incredible,” she murmured, leaning forward and sliding her lips over his.

The kiss broke open a dam between them, and he arched up into her at the same time she rocked back and forth, her snug pussy contracting around him until he couldn’t see, breathe, hear, think, or feel anything but her. How could he when she was grinding her sex into him and her breasts were gliding against his chest, her tight, hard nipples grazing his skin?

He gripped her hair, tilted her head, and ran his tongue along her neck, nipping at her flesh with his teeth. She whimpered at the tiny bites and began to fuck him harder, raising and lowering her hips until he was meeting her moves with pitched thrusts of his own.