Page 95 of Not Another Love Song

“Six. Do you want to rest?” He carried their bags over the threshold, and Gwen barely got the door shut behind them before backing him against the wall.

Alex hummed in surprise when her mouth connected with his. His hands held her waist, slipping down to squeeze her ass. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and threaded her fingers into his hair.

“You good?” he asked hoarsely, staring down at her with dark eyes. “Is this what you want?”

“No,” she said with a smirk. “This is what I want.”

She slid down to her knees and reached for his belt. Alex breathed harshly. “Gwen.”

Nodding up at him, she unbuckled him and started on his button and zipper. Alex ran a hand over his face, eyes locked on her movements.

She tugged his jeans open and quickly pulled him out of his briefs. Her core throbbed to see him after hours of pressing her thighs together in the passenger seat. She wrapped her hand around him loosely, teasing him with gentle pulls of her wrist.

Glancing up at him for permission, he nodded at her when she pressed a soft kiss at the head of his cock. She peppered soft kisses along the length of him, feeling him twitch against her lips.

“What brought this on?” he said through thick breaths.

She let go of him and reached for the hem of her shirt, whipping it over her head and off.

“I like your car,” she said mischievously. “And I like you.”

He watched her as she knelt before him in her bra. And when she reached for his cock again, he closed his eyes, laughing. “My car.”

“Yes,” she whispered against his head. Her tongue flicked out, and his hand tightened into a fist at his side. “I wanted you to pull over so I could do this.”

She opened her mouth and let him slide in against her tongue. His hands immediately went to her hair, not forcing her anywhere, just cradling her. She only had a few inches of him, but she bobbed her head slowly, letting her tongue caress the underside of him.

“Gwen,” he moaned. “Gwen, you’re amazing.”

She hummed in thanks, and he gasped. She took a little more of him, starting to hollow her cheeks and suck. His head tilted back to rest on the wall, and his fingers tightened in her hair.

Her lips popped off of him, and she used her tongue to tease the head, swirling and applying pressure. The column of his throat was exposed, and she watched him swallow, his breath coming in tight gasps.

“Alex,” she said softly. He tilted his face down to her, and she ran her fingers over the length of him before letting him disappear into her mouth again. She took him slowly, watching him watch her, letting his cock fill her mouth until there was nowhere for him to go. She tightened her lips around him.

His eyelids fluttered closed. “You’re…you’re gonna make me—”

He hit the back of her throat. His voice came out strangled, and she felt his fingers press into her scalp for a moment before pulling out of her hair.

Gwen’s underwear was drenched. She wanted him so badly. She was seconds away from slipping her hand into her jeans when he suddenly pulled back, sliding out of her mouth. He pulled her to her feet in a swift movement, kissed her like she was air, and then lifted her from her waist.

He carried her to the bed and dropped her on it. His eyes were black as he quickly worked her jeans off. Her pants were hanging from one leg still as he pulled her hips down the bed, rolled on a condom, and pushed her underwear to the side. He entered her with a quick thrust that had them both groaning for different reasons.

“Gwen. Gwen, you’re so wet.”

He stood tall next to the bed, holding her hips down, and she clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. She felt like she was floating right at the top of a climax, ready for the crash.

“I love you,” he said, pumping into her.

She opened her mouth to say it back, but a reedy sigh came out instead. He was brushing right against that place inside of her that liquefied her. She tumbled over, spasming around him and moaning. He fucked her through it, not slowing down or changing angles until the entire orgasm was wrung out of her. Only then did he let himself come, dropping heavily over her with a gasp.

They caught their breath against each other, running fingers over skin, hair, lips.

“We should take road trips more often,” Alex said with a laugh.

She grinned into his shoulder.

Once they’d gotten themselves together, they headed to the venue for sound check. Dominic greeted her with a hug that lifted her off the ground, and Gwen laughed and said her hellos to the rest of the band as they trickled in. Their tour manager was a short, quick woman named Sophia, Lorenz’s eyes and ears at the venues, making sure all contract terms were met. Sophia was not impressed to hear that Gwen would be watching backstage, and even less impressed when Alex tasked her with finding out from the crew where Gwen was supposed to stand.

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