Rock On (Bad Boy Bandmates & Babies)

“May I touch you?” he asked, as if following a specific protocol with which I was quite unfamiliar, but willing to learn.

“Yes, sir.”

Reaching out across the short distance, he took my breasts firmly in his hands and squeezed them gently. Obviously intentional, he continued the tender squeezes down along the sides of my breasts and then towards my rapidly erect nipples, which were already taking notice of his touch.

I’d expected him to be rough. Something about the room suggested a good hard pounding and an urgent ravishing. I’d expected pain— I’d even been ready for it, at least in my mind, but I was in no way disappointed when the opposite turned out to be the case. Adam handled me with care and attention, helping me feel better than I had in my entire life, and he hadn’t even gotten close to my pussy yet.

His hands feeling me carefully as if I was porcelain, he worked his way down with his lips and tongue, blazing a path down my body, experiencing everything I had to offer in an exquisitely slow burn.

Getting down to my feet, he stroked and kissed each one, setting off fireworks in my mind. They were still bursting their burning colors when he worked his way up my other leg, ankle to knee and then along my inner thigh, making me gasp with sweet anticipation as he drew ever closer.

He really knew what he was doing with his tongue! Seconds later, my floodgates opened as he slowly caressed his talented tongue along my tender pussy lips and then sucked on my clit hard and fast, drawing a primal moan from within me, my head going back as I howled. My hands were going through his thick dark hair as he continued to lap at my drenched pussy, driving me insane with pleasure.

“Fuck!” I gasped, as he went back to lapping my clit, parting my pussy lips ever so slightly as he did so.

Then he pushed his tongue into my pussy hole, spreading it wide open and giving me a taste of the feeling that was to come. I couldn’t wait until his cock was inside me instead of just his tongue.

Adam knew just how to handle me. He played my body like it was his instrument. I never realized I’d be so happy to be locked down with a rockstar!

“This feels so good,” I moaned. “Fuck me, Adam. Please! Fuck me.”

“Eventually, but not tonight,” he said, dashing my hopes. “You’re going to need a lot more preparation. I won’t do anything until you are ready. I promise you’ll enjoy it once I do, though.”

My heart warmed and I felt like crying again— happy tears in this instance. Adam was more than I could have ever wished or even hoped for in a lover, despite our less than auspicious start.

Slipping a finger into me easily enough, he started to move it, coaxing my cunt in a ‘come here’ motion, directly influencing my g-spot. He was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

I still wasn’t used to being so vulnerable with someone but I couldn’t help but let myself go. I lay my head to his chest and relaxed, doing my best to just let it happen. I was in good hands.

“That’s it, my pet,” he whispered as I trembled and moaned.

Holding fast, I stayed upright, even while wracked with a bone-shaking orgasm. It was the strongest of my life to that point. Holding me close until my trembling subsided in his sure embrace, Adam set me down so that I could catch my breath.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Wonderful. I have never cum like that before.”

“I wouldn’t think so, as it kind of takes two people to get the angles right.”

“Can we do it again?” I asked, never wanting to stop now that we’d started.

“Maybe later. Right now, I have lots of other things to show you.”

Hands on my shoulders, he lay me down on the bench. Going to first my wrists, then my ankles, he lightly strapped me down, my feet wide apart as my legs bent at the knees.

I was completely open to him and anything he wanted to do. Not just in terms of my physical body, but also in terms of my mind and spirit. If he could do anything like what he’d just managed, with only his fingers no less, I was absolutely his.

I panicked, just for a few seconds as he went to get something. A few things actually, only some of which I recognized. They were all sex toys of a sort, but not all of them were immediately apparent in their use.

Pulling up a chair I hadn’t noticed before, Adam set the toys on the bench in the space between my legs, except for one, which he started lubing up.

Since my pussy was still wet and ready, he started with the first toy. The noise was intimidating, a deep and almost angry buzz, but Adam’s touch was feather light, rolling the rounded end along my lips, hitting all the right spots.