Page 105 of Loved Out Loud
“Oh yeah?” A corner of his mouth quirks up. “Here I thought I’d have to apologize for embarrassing you on stage.”
I drop to my knees before him with a smile. “I’ll let it slide this time.”
My fingers hook in his waistband, tugging down until his cock springs free. I wrap my hand around his width and pump a few times. His eyes darken when I flick my tongue over his tip. He threads his fingers through my hair and guides me all the way down his length.
“Play with yourself while I fuck your mouth, dirty girl.” He tugs on my hair just the way I love it. “Get that pussy nice and wet for me.”
Heat floods my center at his words. I look up at him while he thrusts his cock in and out of my mouth and spread my legs open. His gaze follows my hand as I drag my fingertips up my thigh. I slip my fingers under my panties and circle my clit.
He hits the back of my throat and groans. I hollow my cheeks around him as he pulls back.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans as he hits the back of my throat again.
I gag, and it only makes me wetter. What is it about being used by this man that feels so good? I slow my fingers, afraid to come too quick.
His abs ripple as he moves in and out of my mouth. “Are you close?” he asks.
I nod, and he pulls his dick from between my lips. He pulls me to my feet and spins me against the dressing table. I bend over, my body assaulted by the cold metal beneath me and the heat from the light bulbs surrounding the mirror in front of me. There’s a perfect reflection of him behind me as he lifts my skirt, his fingertips dancing over the swell of my ass. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of my thong and pulls it down to my knees.
I whimper as he presses two fingers inside me and curses. He pumps them in and out, over and over until the wet sound of my arousal fills the dressing room. His fingers curl along my walls, finding my g-spot with expert precision. My orgasm rocks through me with no warning, no steady build, just an explosion of pleasure.
He slowly withdraws his fingers and meets my eyes in the mirror. I watch with parted lips and heaving breaths as he brings them to his mouth and closes his lips around them. He holds my gaze as he sucks them clean.
“Don’t look away from me.” He grips one of my hips and presses inside me.
My eyes drift closed at how good he feels moving inside me. A loud slap echoes through the room as his hand connects with the curve of my ass. The skin burns from where he made contact, but it’s a good pain. One I wouldn’t mind having more of.
“I told you to keep your eyes open.” He slips a hand around the front of me until his fingers graze the throbbing bundle of nerves at my center.
“Only if you fuck me hard and fast.”
The corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk at the challenge. “If you close your eyes or look away from me, I’ll stop. I’ll pull outand paint your ass with my cum while it aches for me all the way to Denver. Understand?”
I nod, and he unleashes. With each powerful thrust my hips bump against the edge of the vanity. He’s so deep from this angle, I can barely catch my breath. I wanted hard and fast, and he delivered.
Just like he asked my eyes never leave his in the mirror. I see so many emotions flit over his face as he fucks me. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixes with my whimpers and his growls. It’s a cacophony of hedonism.
My pussy tightens around him, squeezing and trembling as my release crashes over me. He thrust one, twice, three times more and then stills deep inside me. His cock jerks as my walls pulse around him. I drop my head to the cool metal beneath me as I catch my breath. His forehead rests between my shoulder blades as his dick slowly begins to soften inside me.
“Hazel, I,” his voice is breathless, and instead of finishing his sentence, he presses a kiss to my spine. I’m so sated from my orgasms, I don’t even push him to finish his sentence. My muscles are so limp I feel like I could melt into a puddle.
“Come on.” He pulls out of me and wraps his arm around my waist. “Let's take a quick shower before we get on the bus.”
Thirty-Four
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Denver and Salt Lake Citygo by in a blur. I can’t believe the tour is nearly half over. Touring has never gone by this quickly before. One of my biggest concerns going into this sober was how it would feel, if it would seemingly drag. I never expected the opposite to happen.
Part of it is definitely having Hazel here. It’s made everything easier, even on days where we’re on the bus for hours and hours, we rarely fight like we have before. I’ve loved watching her grow closer to my bandmates and Jade. Darren has even taken a liking to her quick wit and finding out they both have a love for European soccer, particularly the Italian league. Match day when their favorite teams were playing each other was hilarious to watch.
I was only slightly jealous.
The sound of Hazel’s phone ringing in the other room pulls me from my wandering thoughts. I turn from the windowoverlooking Vancouver when I hear her voice raised in concern. Her voice wobbles as I walk into the bedroom.
“Okay, I’ll be on the next flight.” She sniffs. “Keep me updated on everything.”
A sob tears from her chest when she hangs up and drops the phone on the bed. I cross the room and wrap myself around her as she shakes.
