Chapter Six
Emily
The ensnaring ripple of muscle shifting and swaying that came after Songbird locked my legs over his arms and drove his pierced cock into me made my body arch off the bed in bliss.
It’d been foreplay between us since the club hallway. Every sassy lash of my tongue, every cocky grin of his, they’d accumulated to this moment.
He didn’t hold back. His dick slammed in until he was fully seated inside me, reaching places few could. Every slide was friction and sensation in all the right ways.
My hands glided across strong trapezoids, shoulders, and pectorals. His tantalizingly soft skin begged to be teased, so my fingers circled his pierced nipples, then tugged on the bars running through them.
I reveled in his choked groan as the assault on both his dick and nipples caught him by surprise.
I’d squeezed around his cock and thrust down despite my position under him.
He’d never be in control no matter how much he thought he was.
The slap of our skin echoing off the walls was lewd—and exactly the way I liked it.
Every nerve had come to life with his unruly thrusts. His teeth sunk into my neck, but I punished him with a hard tug on his hair and his pace stuttered under my brutality.
I was struck by another glimpse of slit pupils and fangs and a barrage of light that hit his skin as if he were covered in scales, but those brief illusions were gone in an instant.
Pleasure ripped through me after he pushed deeper and stole every bit of my focus.
The memory of what I’d seen flickered away between the waves of ecstasy slamming into my body.
“Fuck me, you’re bloody tight, little viper,” he purred in my ear, his hard length sliding into me again and again, piercings a delicious stimulation everywhere it mattered. “So pretty and perfect. An absolute vision under me, yeah?”
I sunk my teeth into his shoulder in punishment, making it clear I was the only one who got to bite. “It’s still ma’am to you, birdie.”
The bite only spurred his unforgiving movements on. Soon, it was nothing but throaty groans and startled gasps out of the both of us. We traded short spars of banter, but never more than a couple words before pleasure took us.
It was a rare day when I wanted to hear a man talk, but with him, I didn’t mind. His raspy voice, the one that sung so beautifully on stage and stole a whole room of attention—even mine, I’d begrudgingly admit—didn’t fail to twist words into pretty presents for my ears.
“These tits were made for my mouth, pet,” he murmured, sucking at one and using his tongue and teeth to tease the hardened peak. Then he was paying his respects to my throat. “This pretty neck was made to have my lips on it, yeah? My bite mark looks proper wicked on you.”
My fingers nearly ripped his hair at the roots with the vicious yank I gave him. “I don’t remember giving you permission to do anything other than fuck me, birdie.”
His smirk taunted me, his hips slapping into me harder than before, never failing to keep pace. As if a testament to how good he’d already followed that order. It took every bit of my control not to react.
His eyes danced to where my breasts bounced, and that cheeky grin of his only grew. “Apologies, ma’am.”
I should punish him for the sass, but I wouldn’t do it just yet.
I was getting off on how bratty he was being.
How overtly he stared at me like I was a treat he couldn’t wait to have again and again.
I’d take the utmost pleasure in kicking him out after I’d gotten what I wanted.
Because assholes like him thought no woman could ignore them after a night of bliss.
He was about to find out this one could.
With a push, I rolled on top. A mischievous grin split my face, and I led his hands to my breasts before taking control of our pace. His throat worked as I sunk down on him, swiveling and working his cock to my liking so my swollen clit rubbed just right.
My head fell back as that familiar rush swept over me, the way it always did when I edged closer to an orgasm I deserved after a terrible fucking week.
I barely noticed Songbird as I rode his cock, taking what I wanted and damning the consequences. But right before the hard shift hit, the moment when the tension in my lower waist snapped, I finally peered down at my prey.
His skin glistened with sweat. His unnatural eyes beamed their own light. For a moment, he looked more snake than man, but I lost focus. I came so hard it battered my insides to sheer numbness, and everything I’d dealt with over the week was swept away.
I vaguely noticed his body tensing under my thighs and hands before he came inside me.
I’d later curse my lack of protection when I had to haul ass to get Plan B in the morning and do another round of sexual disease testing, but in this moment, everything was absolutely perfect. Exactly what I needed to start anew.
A great ending before a new beginning.
Several breaths passed between us. His hands started to move along the curve of my hips and waist, but I was too blissed-out, so I let it go on for longer than normal.
With a shaky exhale, I climbed off him and grabbed a towel nearby. I tossed it to him and dug around for another one for myself. I wiped away all remnants of our time together, though the rest would require a shower because my stupid ass didn’t make him bag it before fucking.
He got lucky.
His eyes tracked me as I strolled across the carpet, legs still a little wobbly after a quickie that was, admittedly, one of the best I’d had. Ugh, not one. The best, period.
Maintaining an impassive expression, I found my favorite night-time shirt and pulled it on. Then I collected his clothes from the floor. A line stitched its way between his brows as I tossed the bundle at him. He’d caught it but didn’t move more than that.
Sighing, I rubbed my temple. “We’re done. You got off. I got off. Now it’s time for you to get dressed and get the fuck out.”
I identified the phone still on the ground and haphazardly threw it his direction, only briefly regretting the action when I worried I might break the only way he’d get himself out of my place. Thankfully, he snatched it out of the air like he’d been gifted with unnaturally quick reflexes.
Maybe from all the dodging he did on stage when a girl threw panties at him and her boyfriend followed it up with a punch. That thought tickled me a little too much.
Asha always accused me of having very little grasp on what actually occurred in the concert space, but I happened to believe I wasn’t far off what happened with a gorgeous singer who stole hearts with a couple lyrics and a guitar.
Bitches were crazy.
The incredulous look Songbird offered me was a lot more satisfying than I’d anticipated. “You…want me to leave, pet? Just like that? Not even a bit of pillow talk, or at the very least, a review?”
He wanted a review? That was a whole new form of masochism I hadn’t explored with any of the guys I’d been with.
“Zero out of ten, would not recommend,” I hit back with all emotion removed from my face.
A twitch started at the side of his eye, but it was quickly gone. Hand over his heart like he’d taken a blow to his chest, a smirk slanted the rake’s lips. “My reputation will never recover, love. Let me have another go.”
“And add maybe a point? No, thanks,” I rebuked, very close to smiling. I folded my arms across my chest, fighting the brutal sway of a suave jokester who’d nearly made me laugh several times tonight.
Don’t you fucking dare, Ems. The minute you smile, it’s all over.
“Fair enough. But you’re not even a little bit curious what my name is? Think I’ve earned at least that much interest,” he pressed, and I nearly cackled out loud.
The absurdity was off the charts with this one. This dude was really laying it on thick. His playboy heart was about to be crushed Emily style. Had Asha been here, she would’ve stayed for the show.
“That’s cute. Your name? I don’t care. Surely you know how hookup culture goes by now.
I don’t believe for a second that a singer of a band hasn’t got his favorite hookups in the usual cities he plays gigs because they know what this is.
Fun. A release. People like you don’t want to devise ways to escape the uncomfortable post-nut toe-around.
And you lucked the fuck out with me, birdie. I don’t want that either.”
He still hadn’t moved off my bed. I barely kept from huffing petulantly.
I thought for sure this dude was out for a quick wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am, but apparently, I’d called him all wrong. Or maybe he was hoping for a free place to hang his hat for the night, and now he’d have to find another hussy to mooch off of for a warm bed.
Either way, I wouldn’t break the first promise I’d made to New Emily, not even for this delicious six-and-something-feet singer sex god. No, especially not for him. That was how a woman got caught in the web of a nasty playboy.
“It was part of the rules, in case your memory is failing you, so put those on. I’ll let you stay as long as it takes to get an Uber. I’m feeling generous after my orgasm.”
Finally, he was up. Except, instead of putting on his clothes, he closed the distance between us. I kept my eyes trained to his face and not sliding down that amazing body. I didn’t need any more temptation. I was a new woman tomorrow.
Songbird had to go.
“I thought we had fun, Viper,” he purred, leaning in, all sultry rasp and swagger.
I took a step back and glowered at him, not giving the bastard a damn inch. “We did, and now it’s time to go.”
It was easy to tell Songbird wasn’t used to being tossed out after a good time. He’d likely done the tossing. It gave me a little thrill to think I’d be his first real rejection.
First times were always so sweet.
The inner sadist in me reveled in his outright confusion over the entire event. Too bad I wouldn’t stick around to watch him go through however many stages there were in grief.
Choosing to keep the rest of our exchange to a minimum, I turned and headed to the bathroom to do my usual before-bed routine.
Well, New Emily’s before-bed routine. Old Emily fell asleep in the clothes she went to the club in and with makeup still caked on her face, always regretting it in the morning when it required more time to put a face on and less time to down a much-needed shot of caffeine.
I called out to the asshole from the bathroom, “Don’t forget to lose my address, Songbird!”
My pulse throbbed in both fear and elation as I heard him shuffling around in the other room. I waited to hear the telling footfalls through the hall. There was a rug Asha insisted on getting—and then tripping over every day—but I’d hear him closer to the door where it was all wood flooring.
I washed my face, ears peeled for the sound of the asshole leaving, heart hammering against breastbone.
I didn’t have a clue what to do if he refused to leave. Usually, Asha was here to lean on when I dealt with a particularly difficult clinger.
So, what now? Call the police? Summon a furious Italian savior who didn’t have any qualms with coming over with his feisty Latina wife to drag an asshole out of my apartment by his feet?
Alexa was scarier than Dom. Five-foot-one and feral, as we often described her.
Their place was only a few blocks from mine, and I didn’t doubt for a second that Dom would haul ass to get over here if I asked.
Who needed cops when you had a duo capable of bringing the hurt in less than three minutes?
Says the lawyer—uh, ex-lawyer.
But my quick spiral into the actions I’d need to take was cut short by the sound of walking and then the front door opening and shutting.
I’d expected to hear him call out something along the lines of the usual “cold bitch” or “fucking cunt” I’d gotten from a few rather imaginative one-night stands, but he was silent all the way out. Another surprise in a night full of them.
That pit in my stomach was back. Definitely not disappointment. This was exactly what I wanted. Even if I had wanted to humor more than once with the pretty singer, he wasn’t likely to be in town for long. A messy hookup was the last thing I needed for my new goal in life, whatever that was.
So, I ignored the pang of disappointment and headed out of the bathroom to lock the door behind him. Once I was sure it’d been secured, I wandered back for a shower so I didn’t leak cum all over my newly washed sheets.
New Emily didn’t need to wake up to that.