“It’s more on my wild thing brand than seamstress for the band.”
“That was cruel.” He buried his face in her neck. “I wanted to hurt you.” He turned her chin so they were eye to eye. “No excuse. I’m sorry.” If only telling her that made a difference.
“Should’ve seen your face.” She stroked a finger down his nose and placed it on his lips. “You thought I was going to do the nasty with Grip in the corridor of the tour management company. I mean, that would’ve been seriously out there, it wasn’t even lunchtime. Tells me you’ve seen things on the road and been scarred by them.”
He’d never seen anything as thrilling, as dangerous to his equilibrium as Evie. “Just because I’m not allowed to kiss your mouth doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”
She took her hand away from his face. He could feel her stiffen, see her shutting down and he wasn’t about to lose her. He ran the hand that was sitting on her thigh up her leg, over her hip and ribs to cup her breast, play with the nipple cuff, and when she arched into his hand he said, “Go get ready to smell gunpowder.”
Evie had more than a toothbrush in her messenger bag, she had lube and a ring finger vibe. It was bright pink and only went on as far as his second knuckle. He put it on the dresser beside her. “Anything you don’t want me to do with this?”
She closed her eyes and flattened both hands on the Laminex. “I go from hating you to wanting you so fast it makes my ears ring.”
He could work with that. Make a concert of her, strum her into warm vibrations, tune the rhythm and melody in their bodies up high and give her an encore worthy climax.
Flipping the cap on the lube made her look over her shoulder at him, eyes wide with expectation. He drizzled it over her tailbone and used a finger to smooth it over her butt cheeks and through her arse crack.
“Don’t even think about skirting the rules,” she said, muscles tightening under his hand.
“I’m going to rub between your cheeks and come on your back. I don’t want to chaff you.”
“Acceptable,” she said, head turned to watch as he slicked himself up, and added a lick of lube to the head of the ring.
“Glad you approve,” he said, stepping behind her and wiping his palms over her hips, pleased with the gloss on her skin and the way it would feel when he slid against her. But not yet. Not until he’d kissed her neck and shoulders and made her nipples ache from attention, traced the petals and wings on her back.
He started with her ear, teased the piercing, sucked on her neck, hands travelling, caressing, smoothi
ng, cupping. Possessing. Dipping through the folds of her vulva. Watching her face in the mirror. How she struggled to keep her eyes open, how her lips parted, and her breath stuttered. When he finally widened his stance and leaned into her, she hissed and twerked against him, bringing a hand up to wind around his neck, nails in his skin. Felt fucking amazing. Terrified he might say something he couldn’t take back, he might ask for her lips and get them under false pretense, he reached around her and picked up the vibe ring, hooking it on his middle finger, between his first and second knuckles, the head of it facing his palm.
Since he hadn’t managed to turn it on, Evie helped out, taking the opportunity of having his hand in hers to kiss each of his fingertips. “I’ve never had anyone use this on me before,” she said.
“I’ll be gentle.”
She laughed. “You know I don’t like it too gentle.”
He lifted the buzzing ring to her breast and cupped it, pressing the slippery top to her nipple. Her head hit his shoulder and she moaned in a way that made him worry how much stamina he had left. He needed to come and her wriggling about on his cock made it a test of will. He took that vibrating ring and ran it up her neck to that sensitive spot behind her ear then down across her chest to the pierced nipple, where he lightly dusted across the distended tip.
She caught his wrist, pushed his hand down. “Make me come, Jay.”
This nifty piece of silicon rubber jewelry was his new favorite thing. With his hand tucked around Evie’s vulva, his ring finger was perfectly positioned to flutter against her clit and alternative fuck into her vagina. He wrapped his other arm around her to hold their bodies together and kissed her neck.
Evie’s body turned to liquid, softening even as her undulations became more purposeful. He fitted himself between her cheeks and met the tilt and rock of her pelvis stroke for stroke in time with his hand.
How did he ever have the strength to leave her?
How the fuck was he supposed to win her back?
His orgasm went from cauldron bubbling to frothing over in a frantic few seconds of bliss. Evie worked herself against his hand, eyes closed, chin lifted, to bring on her own climax and they both shuddered and clutched at each other, lube and sweat and jizz making everything deliciously slippery and cosmically calm, except tuned to the syncopation of their panting was the low-level buzzing of the ring, now pressed into her stomach.
“You okay?” he said, not wanting to relax his hold in case she was unsteady on her feet but closing his fist to avoid irritating her.
She fumbled for his hand and turned the ring off. “That was a workout. I think I put on muscle.”
He laughed into her hot skin and relaxed his hold on her. “I made a mess of you.”
“From the moment I first saw you.”
He blinked at her in shock. That was almost loving.