On the Road: (Vagabonds Book 2) (New Adult Rock Star Romance) (20 page)

Lita Ford ~ “Hungry”

Chapter Thirty-two

I HADN’T SEEN much of CJ’s apartment in the dim light of the evening and the smoldering passion that had kept me from giving a shit, but he was back in his leisurely mode, and he was going to make me suffer.  He’d told my dad he’d have me home by two and it was closing in on midnight, though, so he couldn’t dillydally all night.

I got a chance to look around his bedroom, though.  He decided to sit down and pull his shoes and socks off—a pair of shoes that I wondered if he’d ever wear again.  They were black and slightly shiny, almost business-like.  I could see a twinkle in his eye when he looked up at me.  He was enjoying this.

Ah…but I also had some tricks up my sleeve.  He could fuck around all he wanted, but I was going to move the proceedings forward.  Like him, I pulled my shoes off, but they were heels.  I was wishing I’d worn garters like Barbie sometimes did, because I could have driven him nuts pulling them down slowly.  That was okay—I still had some ammunition.  I turned around so I could play shy and then took the hem of my skirt in my hands and slowly bunched it up so I could pull it over my head.

I could tease him too, and it was my fucking turn.

I was facing his closet doors, but when I had the dress up past my panties to my waist, I turned my head just enough that my chin rested on my shoulder and I was able to make eye contact.  And that was when I could tell I had him.  He just sat there, nothing but his pants on, and I was surprised he was able to keep his mouth closed.  Ha.  I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face and I decided to slow my progress even further.

He’d brought it on himself.

But as I continued to pull my dress up, I stopped just below my bra.  I couldn’t help it because I had a flash of genius.  Pulling the dress back down quickly and keeping my face turned away from him for fear of giving myself away, I said, “You know, maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

His pause was heavy, reluctant, and that was when I knew my acting skills were up to par.  It took everything I had to not start laughing my ass off.  “Whatever you want, Kyle.”

And then I
did
start laughing—hard—and I whipped my dress over my head fast, spinning around and moving to the bed so I could stand right in front of him.  I wanted to jump on him but couldn’t figure out a non-awkward way to do it.  I straddled him on the bed, my knees bent as though I were squatting, and said, “I thought I’d give you a taste of your own medicine.”

His pupils were wide and I could read him like a book then.  No matter what he’d said, I knew then that he wanted me and I knew I would finally have my wish tonight.  I could feel his cock pressing up against me.  How easy it would be for me to just unzip his pants, slide the panel of my panties to the side, and hump the shit out of him?  But he wasn’t going to let me even try.  He wrapped his arms around my back and somehow, in a swift motion, rolled us over and completely onto the bed…with him on top.

Ah.  Maybe he liked being in control.  I liked being the one calling the shots too—it was a part of my personality and maybe it also had something to do with being an only child.  Not having a sibling I had to learn to get along with, I was used to having my way and getting it more often than not.  For this guy, though?  I’d give up a lot of control just to have him inside me.  I couldn’t help the twinkle in my eye that I knew was there as I relished the moment.  He searched my eyes and in his I saw a mixture of satisfaction, desire, and a remnant of the playfulness from moments earlier.  “I promised to have you home by two and I don’t mind driving like a bat out of hell to get you there, but I have a promise I made to you that I have to fulfill first…and I don’t plan on rushing.  I want to savor you like a fine meal, Kyle, not gulp you down like a fast food burger.”

Holy shit.
  If I hadn’t loved the guy before, he just fucking solidified it.  I felt my body surge with desire again and he brought his mouth back down to mine, claiming with his tongue something that was already his. 
I
was his.  What had started as a crush on him had grown into a solid mutual friendship, but everything—every damn thing—he did that night branded me as his.  Yeah, somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I would still feel able to date other guys, find other men attractive (hot, even), and even fuck other guys…but I would never be the same.  I would never love another man, not as long as I lived.

I’d feared addiction to cigarettes, alcohol, all manner of illicit substances, and I’d fought some of them, protected myself from others.  I hadn’t expected to become addicted to a person.  No, though, CJ was more than that.  I needed him like I needed water—so if I couldn’t have him, it wasn’t that I’d have to withdraw and learn to live without him.  I wouldn’t die without him, either, but life would be pretty damn worthless.

All of these crazy thoughts were swimming in the back of my mind as my body relished the moment it had been waiting for for far too long.  His tongue in my mouth was like divinity—sweet, decadent, smooth, and oh, so right, like nothing else I’d ever tasted.  His hands on my body were like fire—my body burned at the touch but couldn’t stand the coolness left behind when he removed them.  I wrapped the fingers of one hand in his longish hair while my other hand cupped his stubbly cheek.  I wanted to dig my nails into his back, but I knew I was so out of control, I wouldn’t be able to contain myself, and I’d likely cause a lot of bleeding.  For now, I was simply maintaining as best I could.

When his mouth moved to my neck, though, all bets were off.  Just the motion of his cock through his pants brushing against my panties caused me to gasp, and it felt like every pore on my skin was standing at attention, begging for him to touch, to lick, to nip, to tease.  I felt his fingers on my shoulder tugging on the thin bra strap, pulling it down, and then those digits moved to the top of my bra cup and pulled it down with aching slowness until my nipple was exposed to the air, rigid and perky and needing attention.  He touched his tongue to my breast, causing me to gasp again and tighten my fist around his hair.  He traced his tongue in a line until he reached my nipple and then I moaned, unable to stop myself from arching my back as he first flicked against the rigid flesh and then took as much of my breast into his mouth as he could to suckle on it.  I let all the air pour out of my lungs as my fingers tightened their grip on his hair.  The other hand that had been holding his face also tightened into a fist, and I stuck my knuckles in my mouth to keep myself from screaming in impatience.

But then something in my head reminded me that talking dirty wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; the problem was I wanted to tell him to what to do.  That wouldn’t go over very well, but I
could
tell him exactly what he was doing right…or other things.  I couldn’t catch my breath, though, and it was pretty hard to speak when I couldn’t take in the air to do it.

I managed to suck in an uneven breath and, as CJ was tracing a line down the valley of both my breasts (and that area was no less sensitive than my areolas, mind you), aiming for the other one, I tried to whisper but it came out as a throaty sentence.  “God, CJ, I want you inside me already.”

He paused, his mouth hovering over my other nipple.  “I know.”  He touched the very tip with his tongue and I felt my muscles tense up again.  I was surprised the man didn’t have a bald spot from where I’d grabbed his hair like a rein.  As he drew my breast into his mouth just as he had the other one, a groan rushed from my mouth and my body arched again.  I stretched my arms out and splayed them over his shoulders, trying not to grab or scratch, but it didn’t work.  It was as if I had to hold onto something until he was in me, because I was desperate.

He looked up and I saw then on his face a look of determination but it was clouded with desire.  I searched his eyes and swallowed and, as his face moved closer to mine, I once more wove my fingers into that sexy hair and crashed my lips into his.  My throbbing nipples brushed against his chest and I sucked on his tongue, deciding I could once more take control of the proceedings.  I let go of his hair and slid my hands down his neck from the back to the front, and then I slid my hands down his chest a bit.  I moved them down his sides and I heard him suck in a tiny breath, so I took his lower lip into my mouth and sucked on it while my fingers closed in on the button on his waistband.  I couldn’t handle feeling his cock grinding up against me anymore without removing all the fabric between us.

But I wasn’t stopping there.  Once my hand was inside, I kept going until I was able to hold his cock in my hand.  As though I were blind, I imagined based on feel what I thought it looked like…but, more than that, I wanted to know what he felt like.  Enough foreplay already.  I needed relief.

Our tongues were once more wrestling with each other and I used the fact that I had distracted the shit out of him to lift myself up and try to force him to roll over.  I discovered that, as long as his dick was in my hand, he’d do whatever I wanted.  It wasn’t that there was a threat of him being hurt but that he was now putty in
my
hands for a change.  And I was fucking taking over, because I was impatient like that.

I kissed his neck along the jawline toward his ear while massaging the tip of his cock with my thumb.  Then I whispered, “Where would I find a condom?”

It was his turn to groan with expectation.  “In my back pocket, babe.”

I shivered.  There was that word again—I loved how he called me that.  And then he lifted his ass to pull out his wallet and moved on top of me again.  He had a devilish grin on his face.  I asked, “How can you smile at a time like this?”

That smile grew wider.  “‘Cause I know what I’m gonna be feeling like in about thirty seconds.”

Fair enough…but that was
thirty seconds from now
.  As he fumbled with his wallet, I pushed against his chest again, and this time he willingly let me shove him down so his back was on the bed.  It was going to be an awkward moment anyway, so I rolled off for a minute and pulled my panties off, throwing them toward the foot of the bed before straddling him again.

He had that bad boy of his sheathed.  What a shame.  I’d considered riding him bareback but then realized what a stupid idea that would be.  Just because I made sure all my sexual encounters on the road were as safe as possible (no condom, no fuck) didn’t mean he was as fastidious in his pursuits.

It was a chance I couldn’t take.

He was ready and so I straddled him once more.  I hovered over his cock getting ready to feel him fully inside me.  He slid his hands up my thighs to my waist and said, “You’re a beautiful woman, Kyle.”

Calling me a
woman
kind of pulled me out of the moment, because I’d been called a
girl
or a
young lady
most of my life.  I’d been viewed that way because of my age.  While I had no issues being called any of those titles—because they didn’t change who I was or rattle my sense of identity—CJ calling me
a woman
made me think of the reason why he had waited so long to be with me like this…and it made me want to give him another dose of his own poison.

I shifted myself so that his cock was lined up at the entrance to my pussy and then I paused.  “Oh, wait.”  I looked around his room as if looking for something.  “Is it after midnight yet?”

He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile tickling his lips.  “What?”

“I’m not sure if it’s my birthday yet, so I don’t know if we should be doing this.”  I dipped down a little, this time just brushing the tip of his cock so that it barely slid up my slit and then I paused.

“Very funny.”

I feigned innocence.  “No, I’m serious.  I don’t want you to go back on your word.  I mean…what if you meant my birthday in the time zone where I was born?”

He grinned.  “Oh, fuck.  I didn’t think about that.  Were you born on the west coast?”

I swirled my hips, teasing the tip of his cock a little more.  “I’ll never tell.”

“And you called me a tease, you little devil.”  I thought he was going to grab me again and throw me down to the bed so he could properly fuck me, and I wouldn’t have complained or protested.  Instead, though, he slid his right hand down my thigh before snaking it between my legs.  I felt his finger touch the hypersensitive flesh down there as if trying to figure out exactly where he was in terms of my anatomy, and I considered pivoting myself but didn’t.  Instead, I raised my eyebrows in challenge.  I wanted to see what exactly he was going to do.

He moved his finger back toward himself, dragging it against my slit—and that allowed him to feel that hard little nub that had brought me so much pleasure since becoming sexually active and realizing that I could feel like a real woman whenever my body caved into that explosive release.  I sucked in a breath, because just that one finger gliding over it, slick from my body’s preparations, promised to make me feel better than I had in a long time.  “Hmm.  What’s that?” he said, still enjoying teasing me.

A tiny swirl of his finger made me almost lose my breath.  “Mmm.”  I couldn’t concentrate now that he was touching me like that, and I couldn’t help from rocking back and forth against his fingers.  I steadied myself with my hands on his chest, my eyes closed, my head tilted back, but I opened my eyes again so I could see him.  Those dark orbs of his were full of desire, but he was patient now, focusing on me.  I bit down on my lip even as my breathing grew deeper and heavier and my muscles tightened again.  He licked the thumb of his other hand and cupped my breast, brushing my nipple, and that was when his fingers took over below too.  He sped up the tempo more than I could by moving my hips, and I gasped as my body responding, growing more tense.  A groan poured out of my mouth as I felt my thighs begin to quiver and I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.  “Oh, God, CJ.  Oh, God. 
Ohhhh
.”  My body finally gave into the massive orgasm it had been building to.  My thighs clenched in waves, my knees pressed against his sides, and I threw my head back once more.