Page 80 of Rockstar Baby
She tipped back her head to give me access when my mouth slid to her throat. I nipped at the pulse just under her jaw, enjoying how it sped up for me. She was so responsive. Tuned to me in a way I’d never experienced.
Not because I was famous. Just because I was me, and she was her, and together, we made wild, wonderful music.
Her fingers drove through my hair to hold me against her as I focused my kisses on the tops of her breasts. I drifted lower to suck on her hard nipples. Her hair flowed around us like water, a silky cocoon. Not much protection from prying eyes, but there was a barbaric part of me that didn’t want to hide. She was mine in this time and space, and I ached for the world to know it.
A scrape of my teeth and she shuddered. A twist of my fingers and she rocked against my rigid length.
Waiting for her any longer required more patience than I possessed.
I took her mouth again as I slipped a hand beneath her flirty skirt to tease the insides of her thighs. She was wet already, and my mind scrambled at just the brush of my thumb over her soaked panties.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured between kisses.
“For what?”
“I need you. So much. I can’t wait.”
“Don’t apologize for that.” She reached down between us to unzip me and free my cock. For just one illicit second, she coated me in the wetness from her slit. I groaned and remembered last night.
I’d been inside her bare.
Again. I could have that again.
No, you can’t, you idiot. Is it really worth risking everything?
She, too, must’ve come to her senses because she drew me away from the inferno slickness of her and held me to her belly. Rubbing me there so that the mixture of us branded her pale skin. She licked her lips and squeezed me hard before slipping her hand below to caress my sac.
“Christ, Ivy, you have the devil in you.”
“Not yet,” she panted, her eyes sparkling, “but I’m ready for him.” Another swipe of her tongue over her full lips. “So ready. Can’t you tell?”
Jesus.
I slipped two fingers inside her. Quick, deep thrusts made her clutch my shoulders and drop back her head to expose her throat. The long, creamy line of it begged for my kisses. As I dragged my teeth over her neck, I knew from her cry that I’d marked her.
I didn’t care. The animal side of me had no compunction.
“I’m gonna ruin another pair,” I warned before I rent the fabric in two.
“God, that’s hot.” She bounced against me, teasing me again with those wet little swipes of her greedy pussy. She caught the tip of her tongue between her teeth. “Such a tough man you are.”
“About to show you.”
But before I did, I withdrew the condom I’d tucked in my pocket when I went back to our room. I hadn’t known what this walk would bring, but being prepared was how I lived my life.
Swiftly, I suited up. Well aware she watched my every movement.
She made a noise deep in her throat as I pulled her down onto me, sliding her down my shaft. She gripped me perfectly, enfolding me in a blinding blast of heat. I drew her up and down again, faster now, and she dug her nails into my shoulders through my shirt. Bearing down when I would’ve driven up, offering just enough of a push and pull that the need inside me wound even tighter.
“Not gonna make it easy on you, LC,” she said breathlessly.
Bloody hell, this woman was unmatched.
Or worse—she wasmymatch. Fire wrapped in sweetness wrapped in a smart mouth that tasted like pie and sex.
I rolled her beneath me on the spread on the grass, cursing the trousers and boxers that impeded my efforts. I started to shove them down, then recalled, oh yeah, bare ass, fucking outside.
What had I become? And better yet, how could I ensure I stayed this way forever?
