Backstage Pass
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“For entirely selfish reasons. Trust me.”
“Wil ing to freeze half to death and ride on a motorcycle in a skirt to be here.”
“Hey, it’s a real y nice bike.”
“You like me. Admit it.”
“A little,” she said, grinning to herself.
He squeezed her closer. “Wanna go to Vegas and get married?”
She frowned. “No. Why do you keep asking me that?”
“Because I want to marry you, why else?”
“Marriage is not my idea of a good time.”
“How would you know?”
“I tried it. Didn’t like it.”
“You were married?” He leaned away from her. She glanced over her shoulder at him.
“Yeah. I’ve been divorced for almost five years now. I’d like to keep it that way.”
“Wel , that explains a few things. He hurt you badly, didn’t he?” He stroked her hair from her face and kissed her temple.
“Yeah, actual y, he did.”
“I’d never hurt you, Myrna.”
She snorted derisively. “How many times have I heard that same old song?”
He kissed her cheek tenderly. Her jaw. “Never. No one’s heard the songs we make together. We write them as we go. I haven’t written more than three notes since the last time we made love.”
“Then I think it’s time to write another.”
“I agree. But I’ve got a few questions first.”
She rol ed over to face him. “This sounds serious.”
“Now that I know you aren’t sleeping with any other men—”
“Wel , there is BOB.”
His face fel . “Bob?”
“Yeah, but he never actual y sleeps with me. Just gives me fantastic orgasms, then I put him back in the drawer. I have to change his double A’s occasional y, but he’s fairly low maintenance.”
His brow furrowed. “A vibrator?”
She grinned. “Multi-functional with attachments. BOB. My Battery Operated Boyfriend.”
“God, don’t tease me like that. You ripped my heart out of my chest for a minute there.”
“Aw, I’m sorry.” She stroked his longish, black hair from his face. “I’m not real y sleeping with anyone.”
“So you aren’t on birth control?”
“I have an IUD. Wait a minute. Is this the it’s-time-to-stop-using-condoms conversation?”
“I keep dreaming about coming inside of you.”
“You dream about it?”
“Al the time. I’m usual y awake, but…”
She laughed and kissed him. He looked so hopeful as he gazed into her eyes. “Pregnancy isn’t the only thing we have to worry about, Brian. There are STDs—”
He leaned over her body, opened a drawer in a side table and pul ed out a piece of paper. “I’ve already been checked. See. Al clear.” He held up a printout from a clinic.
“But what if I’m not?”
His face fel . “Is that a possibility? I’ve been inside you more than once without any protection.”
“I tested disease free at my last appointment.”
“And?”
“And I haven’t slept with anyone but you since.”
“Awesome.” He tossed the printout aside and climbed on top of her. He worked his boxers down his thighs and lowered his head to kiss her throat.
“Brian?”
“Hmm?”
“Did you plan al this? Why did you have your test results in a drawer next to the bed?”
He lifted his head to gaze down at her. “Myrna, you’re under my skin. I’ve been planning for your return since the moment you left me behind in Des Moines. I have several surprises for you, actual y.”
Intrigued, she lifted an eyebrow at him. “What kind of surprises?”
“If I told you, they wouldn’t be surprises.”
“That’s true.”
“So can I come inside you?”
“There’s no reason why you can’t.”
“Yes.” Fist clenched in victory, he leaned out of the bed again, retrieving something from the drawer. “Now for one of your surprises.”
He opened a smal square package with his teeth. It looked suspiciously like a condom. He dumped something into the palm of his hand. She stared at it, perplexed. It wasn’t a condom. It was a pink rubber ring about the size of a condom though. On one edge, it had a pil -shaped attachment.
“Is that…”
“A c**k ring, with a special part for your enjoyment.”
She shook her head. “You don’t need it.”
He grinned wickedly and crushed the ring in his hand. It started vibrating. “I think you’l like this.”
He tossed the covers aside and slid the ring over his cock, al the way to the base. He shuddered. “I like it, too.”
“Fine, we’l try it. I just think we’re too hot for each other to need toys.”
“Are you complaining?” He rol ed on top of her, a persistent hum coming from his crotch area.
“No. I just think…”
He slid into her, backing out several times to wet himself with her juices. She forgot about everything but the feel of him inside her. When he buried himself completely, the vibrating attachment on the c**k ring brushed against her clit. She jerked. “Whoa.” He had the attention of every nerve ending in her body.
“Yeah, that’s what I said,” he murmured.
He quickly found a rhythm that excited them both.
She was certain his c**k was engorged even larger than usual. The Beast stretched her to her limits and the amazing gadget buzzed against her sensitive clit with each penetrating stroke.
“Oh my,” she gasped, shuddering hard against him.
He stayed buried deep while she came, continuing to stimulate her clit until she cried out.
“You like it?” He kissed her jaw as she continued to shudder.
Her body arched off the bed, grinding him deeper stil . He pul ed back and thrust into her again. She couldn’t stop shuddering. The pleasure between her thighs needed to be offset by something. She unhooked the front clasp of her bra and shoved the fabric aside impatiently. Covering her br**sts with her hands, she gritted her teeth and pinched her stiff ni**les as hard as she could. A little pain balanced the pleasure nicely. She shuddered harder. He pushed one of her hands aside and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“Ah,” she cried.
His fingers stroked her hair gently while he tugged on her breast with his mouth. His hard sucking felt even better than the pain she’d inflicted. She swore his c**k was stil thickening. Or maybe she was more swol en than normal. Whatever its cause, the head of his dick rubbed against her g-spot with each thrust. She knew of female ejaculation, but had never experienced it while making love before. Exploration with a vibrator, yes, she’d achieved it a few times, but a man never brought her even close to the experience. Until now.