Page 47 of Loved Out Loud
“No.” My eyes bounce back and forth between his ocean blue irises. “Except a little right now.”
“So you’re okay with the kissing?” He leans forward, his hand moving toward my cheek.
“Yes.” Any lingering guilt about Greg evaporates as a grin lifts Stone’s lips.
“Good. Because I’m not going to stop pursuing you.”
Just as I begin to lean toward him, the bus hits a bump in the road, and I’m tossed on top of him as we fall to the floor. I immediately try to scramble off him, worried I could have hurt him, but his fingers dig into my hips. He groans as I shift my weight, realizing I’m straddling his hips.
“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” I run my hands down his chest absentmindedly.
“I’ve never been better.” His fingers slip under the hem of the little shorts I’m wearing. “Fuck, you feel good little Archer.”
I freeze as he kneads the soft skin, letting his hands pull me up until I feel his rapidly hardening cock straining beneath his jeans. My lips part at the friction of denim against the two thin layers of cotton covering me. His eyes lock on my mouth as he reaches up and tangles his fingers in my hair, pulling my face down to his.
As soon as our lips meet, my hips rock against his pelvis shamelessly. Our tongues glide against each other’s as the kiss deepens. The hand that is still on my hip slips back until he’s cupping my ass. I gasp when he squeezes the handful of my cheek in his palm. My hips continue to grind against him as my pussy contracts around the aching emptiness.
He pants against my mouth, his breathing becoming rougher with each rock of my pelvis over his cock. I can feel the wetness building between my thighs as my panties slip to the side, leaving my cunt to rub against the hot bulge in his jeans.
If he pulled his dick out right now, I’d slide down it without a thought. He moves his other hand from my hair down my chest,cupping my breast over my shirt. Then both his hands move to the bottom of my shirt, pulling it upward.
I jerk upright and tug the hem down. “I don’t let anyone see me without a shirt.”
He looks momentarily confused but quickly recovers and pulls me back down. “It’s okay, clothes can stay on.”
Damn.
I won’t take my shirt off, but I’d take everything else off.
“I want you to make yourself come just as you are.”
“With clothes on?”
“Yes, I want to hear you cum. I want to feel you tremble on top of me as you wish I had my cock buried deep inside you.”
Oh fuck, my core clenches.
His hands move back under my shorts, gripping my hips as he finds the same rhythm as me. I moan as I feel the first flutter of my orgasm. He arches his back, pressing his cock against me at the same time he pulls my face down to his.
“No one else gets to hear you cum,” he says against my lips with a grunt.
Warmth pools beneath me just as I reach the edge. My thighs squeeze his hips as I moan into his mouth with my lips. My body feels like it’s caught fire as pleasure rocks through me. He moans deep in his throat as we both go still.
I start to shift my weight to the side, but he wraps his arms around me, pulling my body flat on top of his.
“Don’t you dare fucking move. Not after making me cum in my pants like I’m a teenager again.”
I lift my head to look down at him. “You came? Seriously?” I move my hand down his body between us, unable to believe I just dry humped Stone Tyler until he came in his pants.
He groans when I cup his cock over the damp denim. “I did. Fuck. I want to do that again.”
I’m about to rip my shorts off and offer my pussy to him for round two when we hear footsteps approaching. I scramble off him as he sits up and shifts back toward the wall just in time to place the guitar in his lap and cover his mess. I slip back onto the sofa right as Xander walks in.
He nods at me and then looks down at Stone. “I have a few thoughts for the song you wrote last night.” He grabs another guitar and sits on the chair beside him.
I use Xander’s appearance as an excuse to go up front. I pass the beds and hear Tobias watching a movie in his bunk. That’s perfect because it means Jade and Darren are probably working up front. Just the type of quiet I need.
We have three days in Detroit, and I’m looking forward to spending most of them working. I’m energized and excited for the direction the plot is going in my mind, and all I want to do is get it all down. If only my thoughts could be instantly downloaded onto my computer.
