“Brian,” she whispered. “Wil you do something for me?”
“Anything.”
“Fuck me in the ass.”
“You like anal? I’m not very good at—”
She covered his lips with her fingertips. “I’ve never tried it. I want to try different things with you. Is that okay?”
He made a sound of amusement against her fingertips. “I’m game for anything, sweetheart.”
Her mind began to flip through al the dirty fantasies she had, but had never been able to fulfil . “Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Just this for now. Wil it hurt?”
“It might. I’m not real y built for it, you know?”
“You are huge.” She trailed her fingers over his bare chest. She’d been craving pleasurable pain from him al day. Why hesitate?
“But I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to hurt me.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “Seriously?”
“Yes.” She pushed him away, her heart pounding with excitement and a little fear. She turned around and bent over the table, using her hands to spread her ass cheeks. He lowered his head and licked her hole, wetting it with as much saliva as he could. When he stopped, she looked at him over her shoulder. He tore open a condom from his pants pocket, applied it and stood behind her. She forced herself to relax, waiting in anticipation for his huge c**k to fil her forbidden hole. He rubbed the head of his c**k over the puckered flesh and gently pressed forward. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. Surely his penis had enlarged three times its normal size. She grunted as he pressed deeper. She released her ass cheeks and reached her arms in front of her, her fingertips digging into the hard smooth table surface.
“Ow,” she gasped.
“I’l stop,” he said.
“No, don’t stop. We just need—”
A tube slid across the table toward her and she caught it. “Lubrication,” she said grateful y.
“Dude, so not cool. Lube is always needed for backdoor entry.” Trey stuck his sucker back in his mouth and left the room.
“Thank you, Trey,” Myrna cal ed.
She handed the tube to Brian and waited while he applied it to his c**k and used his fingers to spread it inside her. “Does it bother you that they’re out there listening to everything we’re doing?” Brian asked. Them being there made her feel that much dirtier. She didn’t want to pretend to be pure. Jeremy had always expected that of her and she hated everything about that man. “If it bothered me, I’d have taken you into a room with a door.”
He chuckled. “I do think I’m in love with you.”
She tensed. No, don’t say that. He pressed deeper. “Ah, God,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes tightly closed. She couldn’t take any more. It burned. Deeper. She bit her lip, tears streaming down her face, the pressure inside her painful and thril ing at the same time.
“Are you sure about this?” Brian asked.
She wasn’t. It hurt pretty badly, even with the lube, but she nodded, several tears splashing down onto the table in front of her. He started to withdraw and the pain was instantly replaced by blinding pleasure. “Mmmmm,” she purred. He pressed forward again. Even deeper this time. The pain receded to a heavy ful ness. Not pleasurable exactly. Strange. He backed away. A feeling of relief. Definitely pleasurable.
“It feels so good when you pul out,” she gasped. But to pul out, he had to slide in. He pressed forward again. The pain of his penetration blended with the pleasure of his withdraw. She gasped and shifted her legs further apart to give him better access.
“That’s it, baby.” He took her slowly for a few more strokes, al owing her body to adjust to his size, and when she was able to take him completely without whimpering, he leaned over her and rested his fists on the table. His strokes increased in speed and her pu**y ached for its neglect as his bal s bounced against her throbbing labia and clit. He f**ked her harder now, the pain intense, but the pleasure ten times sweeter. She sobbed from the excitement of it.
“Are you crying?” He paused and leaned over her shoulder to look at her.
She hid her face in her hands. “Don’t stop now,” she pleaded, her voice hitching.
“You are crying.”
“I like it, Brian. Don’t stop. Do it hard. Please. Hurt me. I’m so dirty. I’m so f**king dirty. Punish me.”
He dropped a tender kiss on her shoulder. “You’re not dirty, sweetheart. You’re beautiful. Tel me when you’ve had enough.”
He slowed his strokes, not backing off on how deep he took her, just how quickly. Her thighs quivered. Slow was better. She could take this languid pain without sobbing.
“This feels nice, Myr, but I don’t hear music.” He reached around her and stroked her clit until she sputtered with an orgasm that left her entirely disoriented. He pul ed out. “I know you crave pain because I made you feel like a whore.”
How did he know that? She lifted her body from the table and turned to look at him. She opened her mouth to protest. He covered her lips with his fingers.
“That voyeuristic stuff was hot, Myrna, but I’d rather treasure you. I don’t think you understand how beautiful you are. How amazing your lack of inhibition is. How wonderful…” He seemed to realize he’d said too much. Her heart twanged. Sweet sex god. “Thank you,” she whispered.
He kissed her cheek, and stripped himself of the condom before forcing his hard c**k back into his pants. He handed her the towel he’d worn out of the bathroom.
“And it might not bother you to run around naked in front of my band mates, but I don’t like it.”
She nodded and wrapped the towel around her body.
“Let’s go find a room with a door. And we’l try something different, if you like.”
“I would like that, if you’re wil ing to indulge me.”
“I’m the one who’s being indulged here.” He grinned, took her hand and led her from the dining room toward one of the two bedrooms in the suite.
Sed glanced up from the TV to watch them pass. “You two done so soon?”
“Just getting started,” Brian said.
Chapter 6
Brian led Myrna to the bedroom and closed the door. She looked up at him expectantly in the limited light spil ing between the heavy drapes. He smiled, cupping her cheek and running his thumb over her cheekbone. This woman. This beautiful, intel igent, witty, fun, sexy woman. How could he not fal for her? He knew she’d crush his heart like a bug and didn’t care. He wondered if she had marathon sex with every lover she’d taken. She was certainly eager and skil ed. He didn’t dare ask her. He didn’t want to know that he wasn’t special. Wanted to believe that he was the first, the only man with whom she’d experienced this level of passion. He could pretend. And he could indulge. If new experiences were what she wanted, he’d do his damnedest to give them to her. She laid a gentle hand on his bare bel y and he tensed. He was stil rock hard, but he wanted to go slow with her this time, not lose himself in mindless f**king. Not that mindless f**king was bad. It was spectacular, and she was so open to it. It blew his mind. She deserved to be treasured though and he would take the time to make her feel beautiful, as he’d promised. He should have never let Eric watch. He knew that’s why she was feeling dirty. When that solo had come to him, he hadn’t been thinking about how his total disregard for her feelings would affect her.