Sinners On Tour 01 Backstage Pass (19 page)

“You’re freezing,” he whispered, his nose pressed under her ear.

“I noticed. And you’re so warm.” She snuggled closer.

His arms tightened around her. “You like me, don’t you?”

“What makes you say that?”

“When I cal ed you this afternoon, I thought you’d just hang up on me. Those stupid girls yel ing at me to sign their tits the moment I got you on the phone. Great timing, I thought. It took me two weeks to find the bal s to cal you.”

“If I had any sense, I would have hung up on you.”

“And now you’re here. Wil ing to drop everything and hop on a plane to see me.”

“For entirely selfish reasons. Trust me.”

“Wil ing to freeze half to death and ride on a motorcycle in a skirt to be here.”

“Hey, it’s a real y nice bike.”

“You like me. Admit it.”

“A little,” she said, grinning to herself.

He squeezed her closer. “Wanna go to Vegas and get married?”

She frowned. “No. Why do you keep asking me that?”

“Because I want to marry you, why else?”

“Marriage is not my idea of a good time.”

“How would you know?”

“I tried it. Didn’t like it.”

“You were married?” He leaned away from her. She glanced over her shoulder at him.

“Yeah. I’ve been divorced for almost five years now. I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Wel , that explains a few things. He hurt you badly, didn’t he?” He stroked her hair from her face and kissed her temple.

“Yeah, actual y, he did.”

“I’d never hurt you, Myrna.”

She snorted derisively. “How many times have I heard that same old song?”

He kissed her cheek tenderly. Her jaw. “Never. No one’s heard the songs we make together. We write them as we go. I haven’t written more than three notes since the last time we made love.”

“Then I think it’s time to write another.”

“I agree. But I’ve got a few questions first.”

She rol ed over to face him. “This sounds serious.”

“Now that I know you aren’t sleeping with any other men—”

“Wel , there is BOB.”

His face fel . “Bob?”

“Yeah, but he never actual y sleeps with me. Just gives me fantastic orgasms, then I put him back in the drawer. I have to change his double A’s occasional y, but he’s fairly low maintenance.”

His brow furrowed. “A vibrator?”

She grinned. “Multi-functional with attachments. BOB. My Battery Operated Boyfriend.”

“God, don’t tease me like that. You ripped my heart out of my chest for a minute there.”

“Aw, I’m sorry.” She stroked his longish, black hair from his face. “I’m not real y sleeping with anyone.”

“So you aren’t on birth control?”

“I have an IUD. Wait a minute. Is this the it’s-time-to-stop-using-condoms conversation?”

“I keep dreaming about coming inside of you.”

“You dream about it?”

“Al the time. I’m usual y awake, but…”

She laughed and kissed him. He looked so hopeful as he gazed into her eyes. “Pregnancy isn’t the only thing we have to worry about, Brian. There are STDs—”

He leaned over her body, opened a drawer in a side table and pul ed out a piece of paper. “I’ve already been checked. See. Al clear.” He held up a printout from a clinic.

“But what if I’m not?”

His face fel . “Is that a possibility? I’ve been inside you more than once without any protection.”

“I tested disease free at my last appointment.”

“And?”

“And I haven’t slept with anyone but you since.”

“Awesome.” He tossed the printout aside and climbed on top of her. He worked his boxers down his thighs and lowered his head to kiss her throat.

“Brian?”

“Hmm?”

“Did you plan al this? Why did you have your test results in a drawer next to the bed?”

He lifted his head to gaze down at her. “Myrna, you’re under my skin. I’ve been planning for your return since the moment you left me behind in Des Moines. I have several surprises for you, actual y.”

Intrigued, she lifted an eyebrow at him. “What kind of surprises?”

“If I told you, they wouldn’t be surprises.”

“That’s true.”

“So can I come inside you?”

“There’s no reason why you can’t.”

“Yes.” Fist clenched in victory, he leaned out of the bed again, retrieving something from the drawer. “Now for one of your surprises.”

He opened a smal square package with his teeth. It looked suspiciously like a condom. He dumped something into the palm of his hand. She stared at it, perplexed. It wasn’t a condom. It was a pink rubber ring about the size of a condom though. On one edge, it had a pil -shaped attachment.

“Is that…”

“A cock ring, with a special part for your enjoyment.”

She shook her head. “You don’t need it.”

He grinned wickedly and crushed the ring in his hand. It started vibrating. “I think you’l like this.”

He tossed the covers aside and slid the ring over his cock, al the way to the base. He shuddered. “I like it, too.”

“Fine, we’l try it. I just think we’re too hot for each other to need toys.”

“Are you complaining?” He rol ed on top of her, a persistent hum coming from his crotch area.

“No. I just think…”

He slid into her, backing out several times to wet himself with her juices. She forgot about everything but the feel of him inside her.

When he buried himself completely, the vibrating attachment on the cock ring brushed against her clit. She jerked. “Whoa.” He had the attention of every nerve ending in her body.

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” he murmured.

He quickly found a rhythm that excited them both.

She was certain his cock was engorged even larger than usual. The Beast stretched her to her limits and the amazing gadget buzzed against her sensitive clit with each penetrating stroke.

“Oh my,” she gasped, shuddering hard against him.

He stayed buried deep while she came, continuing to stimulate her clit until she cried out.

“You like it?” He kissed her jaw as she continued to shudder.

Her body arched off the bed, grinding him deeper stil . He pul ed back and thrust into her again. She couldn’t stop shuddering.

The pleasure between her thighs needed to be offset by something. She unhooked the front clasp of her bra and shoved the fabric aside impatiently. Covering her breasts with her hands, she gritted her teeth and pinched her stiff nipples as hard as she could. A little pain balanced the pleasure nicely. She shuddered harder. He pushed one of her hands aside and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

“Ah,” she cried.

His fingers stroked her hair gently while he tugged on her breast with his mouth. His hard sucking felt even better than the pain she’d inflicted. She swore his cock was stil thickening. Or maybe she was more swol en than normal. Whatever its cause, the head of his dick rubbed against her g-spot with each thrust. She knew of female ejaculation, but had never experienced it while making love before. Exploration with a vibrator, yes, she’d achieved it a few times, but a man never brought her even close to the experience. Until now.

“Brian,” she whispered urgently.

He lifted his head from her breast and kissed her lips. He groaned, his teeth clenched, lip curled. “God, this feels fantastic,” he murmured. “Skin on skin. Warm, soft velvet al around me. I want to be inside of you forever.”

That was the difference. No condom.

“Yes,” she agreed. “Oh,” she gasped. “Brian. Brian? I think. I think I’m gonna…”

“Just let go, baby. I’l make you come again. You don’t have to hold back.”

“You don’t un- understand. This…”

She bore down on his cock as if trying to pee, and wasn’t disappointed. A hard, pulsating orgasm gripped her insides. She cried out. So much different than a clitoral orgasm. Primal in intensity. Every organ in her lower body clenched in hard spasm, relaxed, clenched again. Fucking fantastic.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as her back arched off the bed. He held her back with one hand until the orgasm subsided.

“What happened there?” he whispered.

When her body stopped quaking, she opened her eyes to look at his concerned face.

“That felt different, Myrna. You okay?”

“I’m better than okay.” She grinned. “Ever hear of female ejaculation?”

He quirked an eyebrow at her. “I thought that was a myth.”

She laughed brokenly, almost maniacal y. “Did that feel like a myth to you?’

He grinned. “No, actual y…”

“Without a condom, the head of your cock rubs my g-spot every time you pul out and thrust inside me. It’s as if we were—”

“Made for each other.”

“Yeah.” She laughed. “Isn’t that the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard?”

He scowled. “I don’t think it’s ridiculous.”

She touched his face. Such a romantic. “Why are you taking a break, Brian? I thought you wanted to come inside me.”

“I already did.”

“You did?”

He laughed. “No, sweetheart. That was al you. Do you want to be on top for a while? I’m getting light-headed.”

On top? When she was on top, she always came twice as often. She didn’t know if she could handle his vibrating cock ring in that position. She was wil ing to endure it for his sake, however.

“Yeah, okay.”

He pul ed out slowly, wincing when he fel free of her body, and rol ed onto his back. She hadn’t just been imagining that his cock was thicker than usual. Pulsating. The skin strained over thick veins, its head an angry purple.

“That Beast real y is going to tear me in half today. No wonder you’re light-headed.”

She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth and cradled his nuts in her hand, massaging gently. He groaned. He shifted toward the side table drawer and searched blindly for something. After a moment, he pressed something into her hand. “Put that inside me.”

She examined the smal object. Black. About the size of her thumb. She released the head of his cock from her mouth and squeezed his bal s until he gasped in pain. When she released them, he groaned.

“A butt plug? You are a little kinky, aren’t you, Master Sinclair?”

He hesitated and then lifted his head to look at her. “Does it bother you? I can put it away.” His hand extended toward her to take it back.

She rol ed her eyes at him and stretched out on her bel y, her face between his legs. His body jerked when she thrust her tongue into his ass. She licked him eagerly, wetting the area with her saliva until he dripped with the moisture from her mouth.

“Oh God, Myr,” he gasped. “My cock is in desperate need of attention.”

She squeezed his nuts again, but ignored his engorged member, as she thrust her tongue in and out of his ass. If she touched his cock, he’d explode, and she’d promised him that he could come inside her—not on his own bel y. When his thighs began to tremble, she decided he’d had enough and slid the plug into his ass. He tensed. Groaned. Shuddered. God, she wanted to ride him.

She crawled up his body and straddled his hips, guiding his rock hard cock inside. She gritted her teeth and sank down, taking him al at once. He arched his back and covered his eyes with the palms of his hands.

“Ah, fuck, Myrna. Fuck.”

She slid up his pole.

His back arched more. His entire body trembled. She took him deep again, the vibrating cock ring stimulating her clit. She shuddered, rising and fal ing faster. She raked her nails down his bel y. He convulsed. Chanted her name. Writhed in ecstasy. She’d never seen a guy get off so hard. It excited her beyond anything in her experience. He began to drive himself up into her, lifting his hips up off the mattress, as if he was unable to keep them stil . He thrust. Thrust. Thrust up into her like an animal.

Gasps and groans punctuated each thrust as they strained against each other, both close to letting go. When her body shuddered with release, he grabbed her hips and held her down as he came, spurting inside her, his body tense, face contorted with pleasure.

He forgot to breathe.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him.

After a long moment, he inhaled deeply and relaxed into the bed, stil shuddering. She fel forward, col apsing on top of him. His arm wrapped around her back.

She turned her head so she could look at him.

He panted unevenly to catch his breath, a delirious smile on his face. “That…” he murmured, “that…”

“Was fantastic.”

“There are no words.”

“Did it live up to your expectations? Coming inside me, I mean.”

He opened his eyes. “You have to ask? I think we created our own supernova with that explosion.”

She grinned at him. “But you didn’t hear any music that time?”

“I heard an entire symphonic orchestra.” He laughed. “I’m not sure if I can use it. We’l have to take it down a notch if I’m going to get any writing done for the band.”

She lifted her head and pouted down at him. “You don’t real y mean that, do you?”

“Yeah, I do. I don’t think I can stand to come that hard more than once or twice a day.”

She sighed. “I guess I’l have to learn to live with it.” She ducked her head to hide a grin and kissed his shoulder tenderly.

He rol ed her onto her back and removed his hardware, tossing the items back into the drawer. He settled down amongst the pil ows and held his arms open. “Come here, baby,” he whispered, almost asleep. “I want to hold you.”

If she wanted to keep this thing between them solely about sex, she knew she shouldn’t indulge him, but she relented and moved into his arms. He arranged the covers around them. Her legs were definitely warm now, but cuddling up against him warmed more than her body. She sighed and relaxed against his side, her head resting on his shoulder.

He kissed the top of her head and hummed a guitar riff under his breath just as he drifted off to sleep.

She supposed she could tolerate being around this guy and his band mates for three months. Assuming they wanted her along for the ride.

Brian watched Myrna button her shirt, hiding her sexy, lace bra from his appreciative gaze. The woman should be required to stay naked and in his bed at al times. Covering that body was an abomination. His sleep-muddled thoughts began to clear. Had she real y just asked him to cal a band meeting?