Page 28 of Real Rocks
Less than romantic, Tris grunted in response as he came with one final thrust.
But I knew he loved me too.
“Do you want to come and watch tonight’s set?” I asked, a while later.
We’d moved upstairs after round two and were snuggled up in bed on the mezzanine floor, limbs tangled together as if we couldn’t get close enough.
“Can’t we stay here?” Tris kissed the top of my head, his fingers sliding along the curve of my breast.
I arched my back in response. Every fibre of my body wanted to never leave this bed, to stay ensconced in this bubble and block reality out.
“I like your way of thinking, but there’s a sold out show at The Matchbox waiting for a support act to show up.”
“Pretend you’ve lost your voice,” he cajoled. “Surely that’s a good enough reason to miss the gig?”
“You.” I kissed his forehead. “Are.” The tip of his nose. “Incorrigible.” His lips. His soft, full lips.
He locked me in place as his mouth met mine, his kisses sending new spirals of ecstasy through my body. “You bring out the worst in me,” he murmured.
“I know,” I whispered back.
Much as I wanted to stay exactly where I was, Darren, Barney and Tommo would never forgive me if I didn’t make the gig. Reluctantly, I slithered out of Tris’ grasp and headed for the stairs. “I need to get a shower and get ready.” I could feel his gaze on my naked body as I padded down to the bathroom.
Underneath the jets of the shower, I closed my eyes feeling the water sluice over my heated skin. Rough fingers grazed my hipbones and I turned to face Tris. When he dropped to his knees in front of me, my legs threatened to give way. He clutched my buttocks and buried his face between my legs, the water cascading over the pair of us. His tongue found my clit, teasing it to arousal once again and my muscles began to shake.
I gasped as he slid a finger into me again, my wetness combined with the shower making it easy for him. Grabbing his shoulders to steady myself, I arched against him, my head falling backwards as his tongue tantalised me into total submission. The orgasm was building, the familiar twitch of my insides, nipples tightening and then a burst of fiery stars bringing my body to a quivering peak. “Jesus,” I breathed as he sat back on his haunches, his gorgeous eyes pleading with me to let him carry on. “Afterwards,” I sighed bending over and kissing the crook of his neck. “And all night. I want this more than you know.”
His hand swept along the length of my spine and I shivered, overwhelmed with physical and emotional sensations. I didn’t know how I was going to get through the night.
18
Tris
It was disappointing to have to leave the hotel. If I’d had my way, we would have stayed there all night.
Despite The Matchbox being in walking distance, it was quicker and easier to take a cab, particularly as Saff was already gig ready. Which meant little clothing and stripper heels. Not that I minded too much, she looked fucking incredible.
There were a few people hanging around outside the club when we arrived, mostly women. As the car drew up their heads snapped around expectantly, but their expressions dropped when Saff and I got out.
“Where’s Scott?” one of them called out to Saff.
She shrugged in response. “Why would I know?” She took my hand as if to make a point. “I’m here with my boyfriend.”
My heart swelled at her words.
The bouncer put an arm across the door as I tried to enter. “You’re not in the band. I can’t let you in yet.”
“He’s with me.”
“I don’t care. I don’t have anyone else on the VIP list for tonight except for a couple of people Mr Lincoln has personally requested.”
I almost scoffed at the way he said ‘Mr Lincoln’. Clearly Scott was highly thought of around these parts.
Saff shook her head. “That’s not true. Tris Judd should be on there. Darren arranged it.”
The bouncer mimicked her head shake. “Sorry, love. I don’t see it.”
“For fuck’s sake,” she hissed. “Surely you can let him in? He’s with me.”
