Page 36 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

“Yes.”

“Oh, my fucking sexy little Sydney, I’ve been waiting for this.”

He gently placed my ankles next to my ass, dropping my knees to either side. My lips trembled from lack of attention.

“My Sydney.”

His head disappeared between my legs. His tongue cleared my white panties out of the way. He found what he was looking for in less time then it took to boil a jug of water.

Still fully clothed, I started writhing, clenching fistfuls of the sheet, not wanting it to be over so soon. I had no choice. Spasms overcoming me in a way that had to be inhuman. I mean, it wasn’t as if he was doing anything special. But the connection between Devon and my body excluded rhyme and reason.

I didn’t mean to come, but I did.

I didn’t mean to call out his name loud enough to be heard across continents, but I did.

I didn’t mean to admit falling in love with yet another man, but I did.

I had no choice.

Devon gave me no choice.

The whole bed shook with the violence of my orgasm. My phone with the timer had been thrown to the side, but when I tried reaching for it, Devon stopped me.

“That was just for starters, kiddo.”

“Kiddo? You’re mocking me now?”

Instead of answering, Devon lay me back down, waiting until I calmed before climbing on top.

“That was for my tongue.”

His mouth, still salty from tasting me, claimed my mouth, while his hands dove between my willing legs. Still shaken by the speed of my first time, my body remained fully lit. It took seconds, okay maybe minutes, before Devon had me writhing on the bed, screaming out his name. Again. Erasing all thoughts of anything and anyone else in my life.

He’d asked me to trust, and I had. I most definitely, had.

“The clock!” I moaned, needing for Devon to claim credit where credit was most definitely due.

Instead, he shook his head, reaching for a plastic packet from his jeans pocket.

Only then I realized we were both still fully dressed.

I hadn’t even had time to feel for his cock.

Something quickly rectified, with shaking hands and still recovering from two aftershocks, I pulled him back on top, forcing him to grind against me through his jeans. His black-on-black eyes a paler shade of grey. Devon had almost gotten off by what he’d done to me!

Time to repay the favor.

I fought for his hands until I owned the condom. Tearing it between my teeth, all the while feeling him strain against his jeans.

“You are—” I struggled for the words. Sexy, well, he knew that. Amazing, he knew that too. An amazing lover, I couldn’t say that without betraying Xavier.

Devon didn’t need my words, “Right back at you, kiddo.”

“Kiddo? Again?” I snorted.

“What would you rather me call you? Lolita like Jax.”

The one word destined to kill my mood, “How about we not talk about Jax when I’m lying here, wanting to get naked with you.”

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