Skylar
Asshole: Tell me…or else.
I squeeze my thighs together as I read Memphis’s latest text. For the past three days he’s been trying to get me to spill my secret dirty sex fantasy. I tried dodging his little interrogation by claiming I didn’t have one, but he isn’t buying it.
Truth be told his skepticism isn’t completely unfounded because I do have some…thoughts.
I’d just rather not divulge them. For a multitude of reasons.
My history makes things complex. So, while there are a couple of hidden desires I’d love to explore, I don’t need my demons intruding mid-thrust and ruining everything.
Besides, actual sex with Memphis is ten times better than anything my imagination can conjure up.
I feel his penetrating gaze sizing me up from across the greenroom as I type out my reply.
Sky: There isn’t much to tell because, unlike you, I’m an innocent angel. What’s your fantasy?
I peer up after I hit send. Memphis is currently engaged in a conversation with the rest of the guys about tonight’s set list, but the way his lips twitch when he glances at his phone screen suggests he’s far more invested in our conversation.
Asshole: Innocent angels don’t beg for my cock the way you do. Now stop being a brat and tell me.
Sky: Or what? You gonna bend me over and spank me?
Asshole: Oh, I’ll be doing that regardless. But if you’re a good girl and tell me…
Sitting up straighter, I cross and uncross my legs.
Sky: Go on.
Asshole: Maybe I’ll consider disclosing some of mine.
Some?
Sky: Exactly how many dirty fantasies do you have, Payne?
A winky face emoji is his only response.
Damn him. I’m typing out a follow-up text when Chandler charges inside. “Get your asses on stage.”
The guys quickly do their pre-show huddle before Josh runs over and yanks me to my feet. “Wish me luck, babe.”
“Have a great show.”
He leans in to kiss me goodbye, but I turn my head at the last second, giving him my cheek.
“What the fuck?”
Thinking fast, I playfully push him away. “You’re all sweaty.”
My stare snags on Memphis’s who’s observing our exchange with keen interest.
I thought snubbing Josh’s advances would be more difficult, but he’s either high or preoccupied with his groupies so it hasn’t been much of an issue.
“Let’s go fuck shit up,” Phoenix yells as everyone clears out.
I’m making myself comfortable on the couch again when the door swings open and Memphis storms inside.
“What—”
Kicking the door shut behind him, he crooks a finger at me. “Get over here. Now.”
Defiant, I bat my eyelashes. “Say please.”
Before I can blink, Memphis stalks over to the couch, lifts me up, and maneuvers me until I’m sitting on his lap. “The only one who will be saying please is you.”
“What makes you so sur—”
Words jam in my throat when his hand wanders up my skirt.
“Because I know what this greedy pussy likes.” I fight back a shiver when he moves my panties to the side. “I know how it likes to be touched, licked, and fucked…” His teeth graze my earlobe. “I know how to make you come so hard you squirt like a goddamn geyser.”
No lies detected.
I squirm, rubbing my ass against the bulge forming in his jeans.
“Christ.” He grips my jaw with his free hand, turning my face toward him. “You’re already soaked, and I’ve barely even touched you.”
I open my mouth, but his tongue delves inside for one fleeting second, deliberately taunting me.
Despite fucking like animals in heat, we haven’t kissed since the night of Archie’s funeral. The one time I attempted to Memphis made it clear it was off limits by shaking his head…then promptly flipping me over, smacking my ass, and screwing me senseless.
“Please,” I breathe against his mouth.
I’m mentally preparing for him to pull away when I feel his lips curve. “What do you want?”
“I want you to kiss me.”
And never stop.
His tongue languidly slicks over mine, causing the tiny hairs on my arms to lift.
My body melts into his as he deepens the kiss and everything around me goes hazy. I could spend an entire lifetime kissing this man and it still wouldn’t be enough to satiate me.
Cupping my pussy possessively, he groans. “Where else do you want my mouth?”
Whimpering, I grind against his palm. Our kiss turns hungry. Messy. Frantic.
I clutch his t-shirt, trying to anchor myself…because he’s quicksand.
And I’m sinking.
Falling…
“Where the hell is Memphis?” Chandler barks from the other side of the door.
Shit. He was supposed to be on stage five minutes ago.
It takes every ounce of strength I have to pry my mouth from his. “You have to go.”
“Can’t.” Expression full of mischief, he shoves a hand into the pocket of his jeans…and pulls out a guitar pick. “I have to warm up first.”
My confusion quickly morphs to pleasure when he glides the tip along the opening of my pussy.
“I love going out on that stage every night knowing this will be waiting for me right after,” he murmurs as he spreads me with his fingers. “So tight and wet.” I hiss when he begins strumming my clit with it. “So eager to take every inch of my cock.”
“Holy…” My eyes flutter shut, and I sway a little. “That feels so good.”
Moaning, I dig my nails into his forearm, grinding against his erection while he skillfully plucks the sensitive flesh.
“Don’t stop.” I croak through tattered breaths as the momentum of his movements and all the delicious tension he’s creating grows. “I’m right—”
And that’s when he pulls his hand away.
“What the hell?”
Adjusting my panties, he kisses the side of my neck. “Be a good girl and I’ll let you come after the show.”
“You’re such an asshole,” I mutter, getting off his lap.
A smug smile tugs at the corner of his sexy mouth and he playfully smacks my ass. “An asshole you can’t resist.”
“Dammit,” Chandler bellows backstage. “Where the fuck is our guitarist?”
The faintest trace of a dimple peeks out of Memphis’s cheek and he places the pick between his teeth. “Coming.”
I glare at him. “At least someone is.”
With a quick flick of his tongue, the pick disappears into his mouth…
And the irresistible asshole is gone.
“Please,” I implore.
I’m a wildfire burning from the inside out, and every calculated, intoxicating thrust only fuels the flames.
Memphis’s heated gaze collides with mine. “Please what?”
“Please…sir?” I blurt, my mind frazzled and my body desperate for release.
“Sir?” His lips twitch. “I like that.”
He must, because his dick twitches and he pumps harder, driving me out of my mind.
Chest heaving, I moan in both bliss and irritation. My orgasm is so close I can reach out and touch it.
I smack the mattress when he withdraws, nearly pulling out of me entirely. “Fuck you.”
He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. “You’re cute when you’re needy for my dick.”
I buck my hips, trying to propel him deeper. “And you’re a sadistic asshole who’s going to end up using his hand tonight if he doesn’t finish what he started.”
The muscles in his neck flex as he pushes in a little further and moves ever so slowly. “I’m the one in control here, dirty girl. Not you.”
“I swear on all that is holy, if you don’t quit screwing around—”
“Oh, you want me to quit screwing?” he taunts, his restrained movements coming to a complete halt.
I groan in frustration, but it quickly turns to sighs of pleasure when he reaches between us and massages my clit, winding me up all over again.
“I need to come.”
“Tell me your fantasy and I’ll think about it.”
Oh, hell. He’s relentless.
Actually, relentless is putting it mildly. Right now, he’s a cruel, ravenous shark who just got a whiff of blood in the water.
“It’s none of your business.”
A muscle in his jaw tics and he props himself up on his forearms. “Your pussy is my business.”
Fair enough…but still.
“I’m never going to tell you, so do us both a favor and stop asking.”
“You don’t trust me.”
It comes out like a statement, not a question.
I was prepared for him to keep badgering me, but not for the genuine hurt slashing his face.
It hits me like a steel bat to the chest.
“It’s not that,” I begin before he can pull away. “I just…” Ashamed, I avert my gaze. “I don’t want you to judge me.”
Gentle fingertips seize my chin, tilting my face to meet his. “I won’t. You have my word.”
The earnestness in his eyes kicks a hole right through my defenses.
“Maybe not intentionally, but you’ll think I’m crazy…given what I’ve been through and all.”
“Not true.” Dark eyes hold mine, searing me to the bone. “Even though your trauma made you the strongest and most resilient person I’ve ever known…it’s not the sum of who you are, Sky. Not even close.”
His words wrap around my heart and pull tight.
I’m not quite sure what Memphis sees when he looks at me, but it’s clear it’s not the same broken, damaged girl staring back at me whenever I look in the mirror.
“As much as I want to know, I’ll respect your wishes and stop.”
I scan his expression intently, looking for signs he’s either manipulating me to get his way, or that he now thinks I’m some weak, fragile headcase, but don’t find any.
“I have two,” I whisper. “Although the first one isn’t really a fantasy per se…more like an occasional thought.”
“One that turns you on.”
My cheeks heat. “Sometimes.”
But it’s complicated since my experience has already been tainted thanks to Josh’s kinks.
Intrigue sharpens Memphis’s gaze. “Go on.”
Taking a breath, I find my big-girl panties. “Sharing was always Josh’s thing, not mine, but…” I stop talking when his body goes rigid. “I…shit. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he says softly before inhaling deeply, almost like he’s forcing himself to remain calm. And keep his word about not judging me. “That’s your fantasy? You want to be shared.”
“No.” The tension in his shoulders dissipates…until I utter, “Not exactly.”
He falls silent and I take the opportunity to continue. “I have no desire for a threesome, but I think it would be kind of hot to be…um…watched?”
Safe to say I have Memphis’s undivided attention. “While you touch yourself?”