Chapter Seven SMUT #2
“Alaina,” he breathes, leaning in to bite my jaw as his cock pulses. “Your hands are so soft.”
Sitting up, he lets me get a good look at it while I stroke him, and I don’t know if it was the way he said my name or the thousand thoughts and emotions making me fuzzy, but suddenly, I’m desperate.
Wiggling out from between his legs, I flip over and spit on that gorgeous cock before sliding entirely too much of it into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, petting my face softly before his fingers slot in my hair and tug. “You almost got all of me. Can you take more?”
Can I? Probably not. Am I going to?
Relaxing my throat, I tip my head until I’m able to take all of him. My body spasms, but I hold there until he moans my name again and pulls himself out.
“Damn, girl.” He helps me sit up so he can undress me, and when I lay back completely bare for him, I watch his eyes closely as he takes me in.
I wait for him to finally realize that he knows the woman he’s hungrily staring at, but that recognition never clicks.
“So beautiful. I’ve never been more tempted to go raw. ”
I want it so bad I can taste it, but I know it’s not right. “Condoms aren’t so bad,” I offer, tiptoeing my fingers down my stomach and slowly rubbing my clit. “I bet I’ll still feel all of you.”
His breathing becomes ragged as he stares at my hand unblinkingly. “Show me how you like it, Alaina. Make that pussy nice and ready for me.”
He stands up to undress and grab a condom from his pocket, his gaze never wavering as I play with myself.
I’ve never felt so on display before, but I’m definitely used to becoming whoever people want me to be. And if Bash wants me to play his favorite little whore tonight, I can be that.
“I can’t get deep enough,” I pout. “Your fingers are longer, can you help?”
My hands dance back up to my breasts as I let my legs fall open, my pussy shining and begging for him as he kneels on the bed and reaches out to slide his fingertip through it. “This is all for me, right?” Two thick digits curl inside my cunt before I can respond. “Say it’s all for me.”
Oh, he’s possessive. My clit throbs as I nod. “All yours, Bash. All for you.”
That makes him smile. “I’m gonna eat your pussy now, baby girl. Do you have any objections to that?”
He’s asking for consent, eyes meeting mine as he waits, but I think he just killed me. My brain short-circuited, heart stopped. “You can do whatever you want to me, Bash.”
He flashes me a cocky grin a split second before he slides his tongue ring along my throbbing clit, and seeing his face between my legs is almost too much to handle.
“God, you’re hot. Holy shit.” Gripping his hair, I lean back on my elbow to watch and grind my cunt against his mouth — the same mouth that sings the lyrics I love.
I can’t stop thinking about the fact that this is Sebastian Kincaid, and of all the women in the crowd, he wanted me. He chose me.
“Taste so damn good. Come on my tongue, Alaina.”
Those fingers work in perfect tandem with his tongue, dragging me closer and closer until I’m gasping and shaking with release. My thighs squeeze his head to keep him there, but it’s unnecessary. Bash has no intention of stopping.
Another orgasm sneaks up on me and leaves me boneless and pliant, fingers loose in his hair as my legs relax and I let out a sated little laugh. “Should’ve known you’d be a giver.”
“Yeah?” He spits onto my cunt and leans back onto his knees to slide the condom on, never once breaking my gaze. Not even when he leans in to plant a quick kiss to the birth mark on my hip. “I love how much your legs are shaking for me. Your body is so responsive it’s begging for my cock now.”
I’m begging for a lot of things, but something tells me it’s too late to tell him tonight. That wouldn’t end well.
Sitting up, I gently grip his throat and pull him into another kiss, the metal ball making me whimper, but that’s nothing compared to what my body does when the head of his cock teases my pussy.
“You want it?” He bites my bottom lip. “Say it.”
He probably hears this a thousand times, women begging and dying to have it. I’m unfortunately no different, but jealousy creeps in in ways I didn’t expect. “I want to make you feel good, Bash,” I whisper, rocking forward so his cock slips between my thighs. “Let me.”
Pushing him back onto the bed, I straddle his waist and lift up to line him up. His eyes look like they’re on fire as I slide down, taking him deeper and deeper until he’s got nothing left to give.
I’m so full it’s hard to breathe, but every movement feels so good I’d happily suffocate.
“Alaina,” he moans, fingers curling to grip my hips as he rolls up into me. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, beautiful.”
Especially when he sounds like that.
Moving quicker, I let my long hair fall behind me as my palms splay across his chest, and if there’s one thing my trauma has given me, it’s the ability to ride a cock.
I’ve always had to take care of myself and sex is no different — up here, I can use him as I please, move the way I want to, make sure I stay in control. I can take.
“Goddamn.”
I feel powerful up here watching him fall apart. I’m staring down at the rock god that had thousands of women screaming earlier, and it’s me who has his jaw slack and eyes wild.
A shiver travels up my spine when he swipes his thumb over the birth mark he kissed, the act making me feel seen, and admired, almost worshiped.
“Ride me so damn good, baby girl. Don’t stop. Let me feel you come on my cock, show me what makes you scream.”
Leaning back so his cock angles forward inside me, I bounce until my whole body is shaking and I’m near desperate for him to take over, but I get there. My cunt pulses and clenches as I slow down, laughing quietly with satisfaction. He’s got a great dick. “Feels so good, Bash. So fucking good.”
He’s smiling as he flips me over onto my back, his strokes long and deep while his teeth find my throat. “You feel so fucking good too, Alaina. Squeezing the hell out of my dick.”
“Yeah? You seem a little wound up, baby. You should’ve invited me sooner.” Baring my neck, I let him leave a trail of hickeys as my legs tighten around his ass. “Let me have it. Don’t be gentle.”
“Fuck yeah,” he growls, fucking me harder like he was tired of holding back. “Take me so good. You needed this just as much as I did.”
Sitting up, he puts my legs on his shoulders and wraps a palm around my throat, raising a pierced eyebrow challengingly at me as his fingers flex.
Asking permission again.
Fuck, I want to keep him.
“Do it,” I rasp, leaning into his touch. “You can’t hurt me.”
The growl that elicits is sinful. “My strong girl. No one can hurt you, can they?”
His thrusts find a punishing pace before I can respond, and I’m grateful.
No one on earth can hurt me but him.
Right now, all I feel is pleasure as he slows the blood flow to my head and fucks me like he’s been in a cage for years. I might know what I’m doing, but he makes me look like I’ve never done this before in my life.
And I can feel it building.
If he doesn’t slow down or change the angle, I’m going to ruin the bed he’s supposed to be sleeping in tonight.
Dragging my nails down his chest, I push him gently. “Bash, wa— I’m—”
“You have more for me. Eyes on me, baby girl. Let go.”
Fuck.
The last time I let go it didn’t end well for anyone, but I can’t stop it. I never learned to control it. I lock with those orange eyes that have haunted me for years as it hits me, and all I can do is mumble a broken, “I’m sorry,” as it gushes out of me in a messy, wet wave.
Bash pulls his cock out and watches it in awe, a wicked grin plastered on his face as he drops back down to kiss the life out of me.
His cock finds home a second later, startling my system. He likes it?
I’m too boneless and breathless to do much of anything but take it as his rhythm picks up and starts to falter. Every part of my body is shaking, trembling for him as his face falls to my shoulder and he releases a groan.
Bash’s cock pulses inside of me as he comes, a near silent whimper leaving him when he buries himself deep, and it makes me wonder how it would feel if there wasn’t a condom between us at all.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper. “Give it all to me.”
I feel his heavy breaths on my skin as he trails kisses along my neck. “Damn, Alaina. You really did need that too, huh?”
“I guess I did. But why did you? Seems like you could have anyone on earth.”
Bash sits up to kiss me again before pulling out of me to climb off the bed. “I’ve been a little distracted this tour,” he admits now that I can no longer see his eyes. “I could say the same to you, y’know? Any man would be lucky to experience what you just did for me.”
“Not the ones I’ve been with.” Standing on unsteady legs, I start to get dressed again, assuming he won’t want to keep me around now that he got what he wanted.
He doesn’t know who I am. “Thankfully it’s not a problem very often since not everyone can get me there, but yeah. I usually get the opposite response.”
“Opposite?” He tilts his head and tosses the condom into the garbage, but for some reason his shoulders slump when he turns around and sees me. “Well, those guys didn’t deserve to witness it. That was hot, Alaina. Actually, it was kind of an ego boost.”
He laughs softly, and all I can wonder is why the hell a rockstar would need an ego boost.
But then again... don’t we all sometimes?