Page 9 of The Rockstar

My mouth finds hers again, hands sliding to her hips, dragging her closer until her crotch is pressed to my stomach and there’s nothing polite about the way I kiss her. I want to memorize every sound she makes, every twitch of her mouth beneath mine, every curve and dip of her body. I want to know what her skin tastes like and how far she’ll let me take this.

Vivian’s hand slips under my shirt—just a brush of her fingers against my abs—and my body reacts like she lit a fuse. I groan into her mouth, my groin feeling tight and about to explode.

I trail kisses down her jaw to her neck, where her pulse beats wild and fast. Her skin is damp from the rain but warm under my tongue. I suck gently, and she gasps, clutching my shoulders and arching her back.

“Ryder…”

I pull back just enough to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, pupils blown wide. Her chest rises and falls in shallow bursts.

“You okay?” I ask, voice rougher than I mean it to be. My hand stays at her hips. “You want to stop?”

She looks at me and shakes her head. “No,” she whispers, eyes on my mouth. “I’m yours.”

My grip on her tightens slightly because of how good that sounds. “There’s no going back, Vivian. Once you’re mine, I won’t let you go.”

Disbelief passes her features so quickly I would have missed it, but she smiles and sucks my bottom lip between her teeth. “Prove it.”

In one smooth motion, I tug the pants down. She shimmies off them, but when I see she has no underwear underneath, I lose it.

“Fuck, Vi. You’re not wearing underwear.”

She lifts her shoulders and smiles. “Everything’s wet, remember?”

“Everything?” My voice drops an octave as I slide a finger along her slit, smirking to find her sticky and wet. “Everything it is.”

Her van is small and cramped. I don’t know how I do it, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I position myself at the end of the seat, kneeling by the door, spreading her legs apart, and dipping my middle finger inside her. It makes a squelching sound, and she suctions around my finger.

“Oh, God. Ryder…”

“I love it when you say my name.” I add another finger, slowly pumping in and out of her.

Vivian’s hips begin to move, taking my fingers deeper, and by the time I add a third digit, she’s a writhing mess. I drop my head, take her clit between my lips, and, at the same time, curl my fingers. That’s when she comes apart.

She grabs the back of my head and rubs her pussy against my face, her legs shaking, her moans filling the small space.

But I don’t let her finish. I grab my cock and kneel one knee on the floor and another on the seat. It’s not the most comfortable position, and I’m going to end up with a cramp or sore thigh.

Doesn’t matter.

I hover above her, my left hand resting on the side of her head, as I wedge the tip at her entrance, hissing when I slide the first inch easily. Groaning at the tight fit, I push forward, letting her get used to my size, until I’m buried to the hilt.

“God, Vi. Fuck, you feel so good.”

She answers with a moan and by rounding her hips. My fingers dig into her thighs as I ease myself out and then slam back in.

“Yes, Ryder. Yes!”

My hips pick up in tempo, rutting into her, and Vivian meets my drives, slamming into me, taking my cock like a good girl.

“You take me so well.”

“Oh God, Ryder.”

I snake a thumb between us and strum her swollen clit.

“Shit! Don’t stop, please. Don’t stop.”

It takes a few seconds before she bows off the seat, and her lips part in a long, low moan. The vision and the way she flutters around me push me to the edge.

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