Page 70 of Addicted to You
I lifted his T-shirt over his head and ran my hands across his smooth chest. “And what exactly were you imagining?”
He spun us around and started backing me up toward the bed. When my legs bumped into the mattress, he pushed me down and crawled over me. “First, I pictured myself sucking you, and then when I got you worked up, I’d fuck you until we both came.”
A shudder wracked through my body, but I couldn’t stop myself from teasing him a little. “Oh, so you’re fucking me? And here I thought being fucked by a rock star was everyone’s fantasy.”
He pulled back a bit. “Well?—”
“I’m just messing with you.” I pushed up onto my elbows and grazed my teeth along his jawline. “When I said I couldn’t stop thinking about sex with you, I thought about it in every possible way. So, I’m totally on board with your plan.”
His eyes darkened with desire. “Every possible way, huh? Sounds like we can have a lot of fun with that.” He ripped the towel away from me. “Now, lay back.”
I was about to make a joke about how bossy he sounded, but words escaped me when he moved down between my legs. He wrapped his hand around my base and licked up the length of my shaft, eliciting a groan from me. Every time he touched me, it sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, and this time was no different.
He swirled his tongue around my tip before taking me into his mouth. I gasped and tangled my fingers in his hair as he bobbed up and down.
“Fuck, that feels good.” I fought against the urge to buck my hips.
He hummed in response, and the vibration was almost enough to send me over the edge. He continued to suck me until I was convinced I was about to blow my load. He must have been able to tell I was close because he pulled back with an audible pop.
“I only want you to come when I’mburied in your ass.”
“Someone has some confidence in their skills,” I teased. “I’m assuming you’ve done this before?”
Bringing up past experiences was a little awkward, but since I was going to be on the receiving end of things, I was hopeful he was at least knowledgeable on how to make it good for someone.
He nodded. “I have.”
“What about condoms and lube?” I asked, suddenly remembering I hadn’t packed anything for the tour because I had planned to remain celibate.
He stood and snagged the paper bag I hadn’t noticed on his bed. “That’s what I needed to get before coming up here.”
I flashed him a grin. “Glad one of us was thinking clearly.”
He climbed back onto my bed, trailing his hands up and down my thighs. “So, how do you want to do this?”
I thought of one position that might be easiest while we figured things out. After flipping onto my hands and knees, I glanced over my shoulder. “How about this?”
His eyes flared. “That’s perfect.”
He quickly unbuttoned his jeans and removed the rest of his clothing. As he grabbed the bottle of lube and flipped the cap open, I watched him as he poured the slick substance onto his fingers.
“Spread your legs for me,” he instructed.
I did as he said and lowered to my forearms, lifting my ass a little higher for him. He circled my rim with his fingers, teasing me a bit before slowly pushing one inside of me. The burning sensation caused my body to tense a little.
“Relax,” he murmured in my ear. “I’ve got you.”
He continued to work me open with gentle strokes, and I felt the tension leave my body slowly.
“Can you take another finger?”
“Yeah,” I breathed. “Keep going.”
When he added a second digit, I hissed at the tight stretch, but it quickly gave way to pleasure as he curled his fingers inside me.
I’d heard the rumors about the overwhelming sensations thatprostate stimulation could provide, and with just the slightest brush from Cash’s finger, I was convinced they were true.
“Oh god,” I moaned, pushing back against his hand. “Please fuck me.”
