Page 33 of Spring Break with a Bass Player
“Then say yes so you can find out for yourself,” he presses, his lips trailing over the pulse point in my neck, andGodI’vedefinitelythought about his fingers and what he’s capable of doing with them.
The way he plays the bass is something beautiful, the instrument a part of him, sexy and alluring.
“I’m going to be so disappointed if you’re all talk, Band Camp,” I say instead, arching shamelessly into him, my panties wet from my anticipation.
He chuckles, his breath hot on my skin as he teases the elastic of my underwear. “You can call me names all you want, Beautiful, but you won’t be riding my hand until you give me the words.”
“It’s obscene how much I want you to make me come.”
“Thank God,” he grunts, crashing his lips over mine, his hand diving into my panties, his fingers rough against the sensitive skin. “I love how wet you are right now.”
He teases me, the need for more almost unbearable as I grip his shoulders and buck my hips. “I need your fingers inside me.”
“How many?” he rasps, continuing the ministrations that are driving me mad.
“Two.”
“Greedy, aren’t you?”
“I just?—”
“Open your legs wider for me.” The words barrel over my justification, and I appreciate the way he’s quick to shut down the noise in my head.
Like he knows what I need more than I do.
That should probably scare me, but I can’t think of anything the moment he sinks two fingers inside, the fullness making my head fall back against the door. The thrusts are slow but deliciously filling, the pleasure starting to build with every stroke as his mouth finds mine, his tongue mimicking what he’s doing between my thighs.
“Bridge,” I moan, “I’m?—”
“Don’t hold back,” he commands as I cry out, my orgasm obliterating my senses as he fingers me, the heel of his hand grinding against my clit. “That’s it, Beautiful. Your pussy is gonna feel so good strangling my cock. God damn, that’s hot.”
The praise is murmured as he helps me down from the high, his movements gentling before he pulls his hand from my panties and sucks his fingers into his mouth. He groans, and I can’t help but whimper because Idid notexpect that.
“God, you taste good.”
“Didn’t take you for being quite so dirty, Band Camp,” I tease, even though the door is currently holding me up and he knows it.
“I have a feeling you are too.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I sniff and he chuffs out a laugh.
“Yes, you do. And at some point, you won’t be so hesitant to ask me for what you want.”
“Think so?”
“I do and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna like it.”
“And what if you don’t?”
“No sense worrying about the what-ifs, Beautiful. It’s much easier to focus on the here and now and then take everything else as it comes.”
“That is truly a delightful outlook,” I deadpan, and he grins before leaning in and pressing his mouth to mine.
“What’s delightful is the way your lips part as you come, the way you held on to me as you chased your pleasure.” His eyes meet mine, fire dancing in the depths. “You were stunning and now I need to go.”
“You’re kidding,” I say, palming his erection through his jeans and growling when he grabs my wrist.
“You already told me I’m not getting any action.” He dips his head, the motion highlighting the fact that my pants are stillopen. “That was for you, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the hell out of it.”
