Page 93 of Reverb
When they finished, Ray sat back against the couch, obviously relieved.
Goddamn, singing tonight would be fun. Yeah, she could do this.Theycould do this. “This is gonna work.”
Dom cracked a brilliant smile. “Damn straight!”
“Ain’t nothing straight about this band, honey.”
David nearly snorted his coffee at that. “Oh my god. True, but warn a guy before you say something like that.” He dabbed a hand at his beard, then got up to grab a paper towel.
Mish eyed Adrian. “Not a word on the ’net, though.”
He laid his hand over his heart. “I know better than to let something this big out of the bag!”
One of Ray’s shit-eating grins split his face.
The moment reached up and grabbed Mish so hard her breath caught. For one night, she’d be the voice of Twisted Wishes. She stood and set her mug in the sink. “David? Can I talk to you for a moment in the back?”
Smart man that he was, he rose and placed his mug in the sink as well. “Whatever you need.”
She needed him, in so many ways it wasn’t funny. But that would have to wait until they weren’t sharing a bus with her bandmates. Sure, the others fooled around quietly and she’d been known to rub one out in silence, but if she was going to jump David’s bones, she wanted loud, wall-banging sex.
She wasn’t above bringinghimto his knees, though.
Thankfully, the others kept their mouths shut while she and David made their way to the lounge. She pulled the privacy curtain closed and turned to find David watching her. Mish gestured at the couch, and he took a seat. She chose to stand straddling his legs, and leaned over him, her hands to either side of his head. “I reallyreallywant to fuck you right now.”
His lips parted before he swallowed and spoke. “You can, if you’d like.”
“Thing is, I’m noisy and I like making you scream.” She leaned down a little. “I don’t want to share those with the others up there.”
His breath hitched. “Oh.” His gaze never left hers, his eyes nearly black in the dim light of the lounge.
His strength would never stop heating her blood, the assuredness that allowed him to surrender to her desires. “How quiet can you be, David?”
A cocky smile. “As quiet as you want me, darling.”
Maybe they could play. Her body hummed like a transformer, and she didn’t want that to end, the power there. Creativity. Exhilaration and control. “I want to see you come,” she murmured. “I want you to jack off right here, right now. I want to see how much you need me.”
That earned her a long exhale. “Baby, I can do that. Question is, can you be quiet watching me?” He worked open the tie on his sweatpants, staring up at her.
God, it was glorious to watch, too. The way he shifted on the couch to give himself more access, how he slipped his packer out and set it aside with care. The flicker of his eyelids when he started to stroke. His head lolled back against the seat.
She leaned in and kissed his chin and jaw, his wiry beard rough against her lips. David’s breathing shifted, but that was all the noise he made. Mish climbed onto the couch, still straddling David as he worked his cock. Their lips brushed, and she moaned from the taste of coffee and desperation, and combed her hands into his hair.
His lips beneath hers slid into a smile, so she bit the lower one gently, then drew back. “I never said I’d be quiet. Only that you should be.”
The response was a silent laugh that morphed into a soundless moan when she tightened her fingers in his locks. David’s breathing stuttered. Gorgeous. Perfect.
“Yeah, that’s what I want to see,” she whispered. “You falling apart for me.”
His eyes met hers again, wide and lovely, face flushed, lips plump and inviting. She took them into a hard kiss that had her moaning, even as he rocked beneath her. His need for air between bites and tongue thrusts, how his body shook—she knew he was close.
Mish slid her mouth down David’s neck, nipping at the flesh there. “Come for me.”
He did, and that was beautiful, too. The way his hips rose off the couch, his closed eyes, open mouth. David’s whole body shook from the pleasure she’d asked him to find. A single perfect moment, one he’d given to her because she’d asked.
This was power. And satisfaction. “Thank you.”
David flicked open his eyes and smiled. “Pleasure was all mine.” Soft, soft words.
