7. Chapter 7
Chapter seven
Vivienne is fucking perfect. She’s sexy as hell. I can’t stop myself with her. Every decision I make is reckless. She’s still recovering from a very intense orgasm, but I need to be inside her right now. Suddenly, I’m overcome by pure, primal need.
I’m not sure how it happens, but I hook my arm around her waist, jump up from the couch, and flip her over my shoulder.
She weighs practically nothing. I carry her with ease, each step bringing us closer to my bedroom.
I slide the door open, depositing her onto the soft fur blanket I keep on the bed for precisely this reason.
I reach for the edge of her shirt, lift it over her head, and toss it to the side. She unclasps her bra, not waiting for me to do it. When she drops it on the ground, my dick flexes. We both continue undressing until I’m standing there naked, pumping my cock while memorizing every inch of her body.
Dammit! I forgot the condom. It’s a good thing my agent keeps this house-on-wheels well-stocked.
I reach for the drawer on my nightstand, grabbing one at random.
I bring it to my teeth, rip it open, then pull it over my dick in one flawless swoop.
Vivienne stares, and I can’t tell if she’s impressed by my skills, admiring my size, or both.
Without a word, I spread her legs open to reveal her perfect pink pussy.
I can’t wait to see it stretched out around my cock.
I’m done with foreplay and ready to claim this pussy.
Eagerly, I run my fingers through her folds, spreading her cum and my saliva around.
Once she’s soaked again, I position the tip of my dick against her entrance, pressing in slowly.
She moans, clutching at the blanket, squeezing it between her fingers, as her heat surrounds me.
Once the tip is inside, I let out a satisfied groan of my own.
There’s nothing like the feeling of a tight pussy clamping around the tip of my dick.
It might just be my favorite feeling in the entire universe.
Running my hands up her body, admiring every one of her curves, my eyes catch on her nipples. How I missed it before is beyond me. My dick flexes hard. Vivienne arches her back in response, tipping her pierced nipples into the air.
I can’t help myself. My fingers roam over her breasts, kneading them, stroking and teasing her as she cries out for more. I thrust myself in deeper, inch by inch, taking my time so as not to hurt her. Even though I desperately want to be all the way inside of her, I force myself to ease in gently.
I work my cock in and out, her pussy stretching around me to accommodate my size.
After a few minutes, I’ve set a rhythm and a pace.
Her body is relaxing—and so is her pussy.
It welcomes me, wet and ready to take more and more.
My restraint is paying off. And then I feel it.
A tightness that makes my cock even harder. Her orgasm is building.
“Scream my name,” I growl. “I want to hear you beg me for your release.”
Her eyes widen in surprise, but then she smiles and says, “Fuck me, Cas Wilder. Show me what it’s like to be fucked by a rockstar, and if you do a good job, I’ll scream your name and beg for it just like you asked.”
Fuck me. I think I’ve met my match. Not to be outdone, I cock my head to one side and reply, “Such a naughty little tease. You didn’t say please.”
She arches her brow. “Please, Cas. Fuck me.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I growl, no longer able to control myself. I pound into her.
This is exactly where I want to be—in my tour bus, fucking a gorgeous woman, and ending one great performance with another. Vivienne arches and moans, reaching for me, trying to pull me in closer until I’m crawling my way on top of her.
My body frames hers, and we melt together perfectly.
She brings my lips to hers and kisses me frantically.
I kiss her back. I love the way I can still taste myself on her from earlier.
I slam into her soaking wet cunt, nice and deep, enjoying the way she squeezes me back in response.
Repeating the motion, I pound in deep again with my hips.
Finally, my entire cock is buried to the hilt inside of her.
Vivienne’s arousal pulsates around me. She’s so fucking close to another orgasm, I can feel it.
“If you want to come, you better scream my name, Vivienne.” I breathe in her ear before kissing down her neck to where it meets her shoulder.
She groans, rolling against me. I slip my hand between us to rub her swollen clit, and she grinds against my cock in response.
“Cas,” she rasps.
“Yes.”
“I want you to make me come.”
“What are you supposed to say?” I scold.
“Please.”
“How bad do you want it?” I growl.
“So bad,” she begs. “Please.”
Dipping my head, I suck her nipple into my mouth, running my tongue over her piercing, playing with it until her pussy clenches and flexes, coming on me hard. Her orgasm lingers in the distance, a reminder that she still has more to give me.
Vivienne screams, “Cas, don’t stop. Fuck me harder.”
She’s not begging—it’s a demand. I’m close to my own release, and her words are the only encouragement I need to drive this home. I pound her until her orgasm crests, wave after wave, until she’s squirting all over me. And then I’m coming with her.
I want to linger, to let my cock go soft inside her and stay there all night, but I know better.
Pulling out, I step back, excusing myself to the bathroom where I remove the condom, toss it into the wastebasket, and clean myself up with a towel.
I grab one for her and return to find her still lying right where I left her, breathing heavily.
“Here.” I toss her the towel.
I pluck a fresh pair of boxers from my drawer, slip them on, and grab a T-shirt and some sweats for her. “If you want to stay and cuddle,” I say, laying them on the bed next to her, “we can watch a movie.”
She looks at me out of the corner of her eye, but to my surprise, she reaches for the clothes.
I don’t turn away while she dresses, refusing to give her any sort of privacy as I pull on a pair of sweats.
I toss the blanket into a hamper, pull down the covers, and climb into bed.
She slides in next to me with her back to me and her ass scooched right up against my dick.
It feels good—right, almost. I shouldn’t be this obsessed.
She’s just a one-night stand, but I’ve never felt this attached to a one-night stand before. This is different. She’s different.
I pull her closer against me. “That was good,” I whisper in her ear. “But if I’m being honest, I’ve been thinking of falling asleep with you in my arms like this all night.”
She’s speechless. I don’t have to see to know she’s smiling. I’m exhausted, and so is she. Soon she dozes off, and I follow not long after her. I dream of something more than one night. Even in my sleep, I can’t get this girl outta my head.