Unwritten (Woodlands 5)

I play like a god. The riffs fly off my piece. Even though he’s pissed at me, Davis stops singing in the middle of one of our songs and makes a bowing motion in my direction. The crowd is so hyped that the waves of energy never stop crashing the stage.

My eyes are pinned on Landry, who has found a place in the back, away from TA’s manager. Men are sniffing around her, though, like hungry wolves circling a rare piece of meat. I growl into the mic that she’s mine, all mine, that her kissing, her loving, her touching is mine, all mine.

They don’t move off. My play gets harder, more frenetic, and the set break can’t come soon enough.

“I gotta hit the head,” I inform Ian and shove my guitar in his face. He nearly drops it, and I barely care that my two-thousand-dollar instrument almost cracked on the stage floor.

I jump off the stage and arrow straight for Landry. She sees me coming. Her eyes widen and she takes off. I chase her, catching her outside the men’s bathroom.

“Inside,” I order.

She squeaks in surprise, but obeys the command. Fortunately, the bathroom is empty, and a second later, I’m backing her into a stall and locking the door behind us.

“You like your panties?” I ask, working my belt buckle open.

She looks confused. “Um, yes. They’re new.”

“You better have them off in the next five seconds or I’m going to tear them off.” I unzip and pull out my aching cock. Pre-cum coats the head. I squeeze my dick hard, trying to beat back some of my anticipation. I’m so hungry for her that I’m ready to spill all over the floor. “Also, lose the glasses.”

The glasses get tucked into my back pocket. She hastily reaches under that scrap of fabric called a skirt. I take the panties from her and toss them aside. Then I spin her around, pushing the skirt up to reveal her bare, naked ass.

“Fuck, this ass is so beautiful. It’s enough to make you believe in God.” I smack my hand across it.

She yelps excitedly and then wiggles her ass for another. Christ Almighty. My knees go weak. I spin her around so we’re face-to-face and reach between her legs to find her wet and ready.

“Hold on, baby. I can’t wait another minute.” I rub the metal ball of my piercing against her clit.

She moans softly. “Oh shit, that feels good.”

“About to feel better,” I promise and slide home, so deep and fast that she cries out.

“Quiet,” I whisper, angling my head to mouth the nape of her neck. I give her a second to get used to the invasion, then I’m moving again, thrusting into her while she grips my neck with both hands and holds on for the wild ride.

“Right there,” she gasps.

I hitch her leg up higher and piston forward. The entire unit shakes. She slaps her hand against the wall.

“Adam,” she moans.

“Want me to stop?”

“Don’t you dare.”

I give her the best approximation of a smile that I can, but in my current state, it’s only a feral baring of my teeth.

This position isn’t the best. I can’t dig my knee into a mattress for leverage. The jeans around my thighs are about to cut off my circulation, and the stupid bathroom stall feels like it’s made from poster board. Worse, I’m so out of my mind with lust for her that I can’t maintain any control. My dick’s about to explode. The need to come is so palpable, I can taste it.

My hips jerk forward, and against the metal wall my fingers curl into a fist. I can feel her thighs tremble, her spine stiffen.

“Come on, baby,” I beg. “You look so fucking beautiful when you come.”

She wriggles against me, trying to find the perfect spot where the friction of my cock against her flesh makes her explode. If we were horizontal, I’d help, but I’ve got to keep one hand under her ass and the other hand against the wall so we both stay upright. I ease back, using the metal ball to rub places my dick can’t.

I’m a second away from pulling out entirely and going down on her when her wet heat convulses around me. Under my hand, her thigh tightens. I fight the urge to go faster, to drive into her until my own release barrels from my spine right out of my dick. I bite my tongue and hammer inside, steady, sure and strong.

“That’s my girl. Come for me.”

“Adam, Adam, Adam,” she chants. Her legs lock around me. Her arms crush my ears as she clenches my head tight against her, trying to hold on while she’s losing control.