He shouldn’t be there. He’d argued with himself even as he’d driven through downtown on his way to the club. He was turning into someone he didn’t recognize. He’d begun to lose hold on what he’d considered normal.
That morning he’d woken up with a sex hangover. He’d never actually had a sex hangover before, and he liked it. He loved the way his muscles hurt in all the right places. Loved the musky scent on his sheets and the way his skin smelled like Erin.
Never, never had he felt so charged after sex. And it wasn’t as if he hated sex. He loved it and he had it often with the women he dated. Just not the kind of sex he’d had with Erin. He’d never let the words bubbling in the back of his brain free, much less actually done some of the things he’d wanted to. His dates were sweet and feminine. He couldn’t imagine what any of them would have done if he’d yanked them by the hair and jammed his cock, still gleaming with their pu**y juices, down their throats. And, god help him, he wanted more. And he shouldn’t. Real men . . . good men didn’t want that sort of sex. Right?
Because Erin had looked up at him and licked her lips after she made him come yet again with her mouth. She wasn’t fragile, wasn’t sweet. She was hot and wet and demanding in bed. She made him laugh too.
Combing his fingers through his hair, he continued to watch her, enthralled by the puzzle of this woman fate had shoved into his life.
“Your cop is here,” Adrian said in her ear as they finished up.
She looked down and saw him there, looking sexy and totally out of place. Smiling, she knelt and beckoned him closer.
“You made it.”
“Yeah. You were . . . wow. I don’t know what I expected, but you’re a really good bass player.”
His compliment made her warm inside. “Thanks. Are you busy or can you hang out for about half an hour? I have to put this all away.”
He took a deep breath and she wondered if he’d beg off. Instead he nodded slowly. “I’ll get a drink. Come get me when you’re done. I can drive you home if you’d like. Or can I help?”
“I’ll get you when we’re done. It’ll be quicker if we do it.”
They broke everything down and loaded it into the van. She ran into the joke of a dressing room and toweled off a bit, trying to clean up. Changed her top, ignored Adrian and the other guys’ curious looks and sarcastic comments and headed out into the bar, where he waited.
“Hey.”
He turned and devoured her with his eyes.
“Hi. I’m parked out back.”
“We can walk through backstage then. There’s a door out there.”
The hand he put at her back burned against the sliver of bare skin between her shirt and skirt.
“I like the miniskirt,” he murmured as they started through the alley toward the pay lot at the other end.
“I’m always hesitant about wearing them on stage so perverts can’t look up and see my pu**y. But the way this stage is set up and where I stand, it’s safe.”
He turned and she found herself pressed against the wall adjacent to the army/navy surplus store, his body caging hers.
“I don’t think you’re safe now.”
Her heart pounded and honey flowed into the well of her pu**y. She moved from side to side across his chest, loving the feel of her ni**les against his muscles.
“Good. But I smell like cigarettes and sweat. Or is that part of what you like? Does it get you off that I’m dirty just now?”
He paused, swallowing a groan. She’d gotten to him. She wanted more.
“Do you, Todd? Do you like it when I’m this way? Just for you. Waiting and wet for your cock?”
“I do.” He whispered it, the words pulled from him taut and reluctant but genuine nonetheless. “I like that you smell like a woman who needs to be f**ked.”
Her mouth opened and she had to gulp in air before replying. “Yes. Oh, god, yes, I do. Are you the man to do it? Right here? Right now? Have you ever f**ked a woman against a wall when you could get caught at any moment, Todd?”
“You’re bad for my self-control, Erin. You make me want things I shouldn’t want.”
His lips hovered just above hers; she saw the need etched into his features as his pupils nearly swallowed his eyes.
“Or maybe I make you want things you’ve always wanted and only now have a safe place to express them,” she challenged. “Why shouldn’t you want them? Why shouldn’t you get off on what gets you off?”
He pulled out a condom and tore it open with his teeth. One-handed, he rolled it on after he’d freed his cock, and then ripped a hole in the crotch of her fishnets, shoving her panties aside.
He froze a moment, his fingers buried in her pu**y. “Wet. Fuck.”
“That’s the idea. Isn’t it?” Erin laughed and then groaned as his middle finger slid from her cunt and drew upward to circle her clit, spreading her lube around it.
He looked from side to side, checking to be sure they were alone before stepping closer. She hiked one leg up over his thigh and all the air whooshed from her as he thrust into her cunt.
The pace he set was hard and fast, and his lips found the sensitive place just below her ear. One hand held up her thigh, fingers reaching to brush against her clit from behind. The other burrowed under her shirt, finding a nipple. He pinched and then tugged the ring.
“Yes. Fuck me, Todd. Out here, where anyone could find us at any moment. Does it feel good deep inside my cunt? Does it feel good knowing I got wet the instant I saw you tonight?” She caught the lobe of the ear she’d been whispering in between her teeth for a moment as he groaned.
That morning he’d woken up with a sex hangover. He’d never actually had a sex hangover before, and he liked it. He loved the way his muscles hurt in all the right places. Loved the musky scent on his sheets and the way his skin smelled like Erin.
Never, never had he felt so charged after sex. And it wasn’t as if he hated sex. He loved it and he had it often with the women he dated. Just not the kind of sex he’d had with Erin. He’d never let the words bubbling in the back of his brain free, much less actually done some of the things he’d wanted to. His dates were sweet and feminine. He couldn’t imagine what any of them would have done if he’d yanked them by the hair and jammed his cock, still gleaming with their pu**y juices, down their throats. And, god help him, he wanted more. And he shouldn’t. Real men . . . good men didn’t want that sort of sex. Right?
Because Erin had looked up at him and licked her lips after she made him come yet again with her mouth. She wasn’t fragile, wasn’t sweet. She was hot and wet and demanding in bed. She made him laugh too.
Combing his fingers through his hair, he continued to watch her, enthralled by the puzzle of this woman fate had shoved into his life.
“Your cop is here,” Adrian said in her ear as they finished up.
She looked down and saw him there, looking sexy and totally out of place. Smiling, she knelt and beckoned him closer.
“You made it.”
“Yeah. You were . . . wow. I don’t know what I expected, but you’re a really good bass player.”
His compliment made her warm inside. “Thanks. Are you busy or can you hang out for about half an hour? I have to put this all away.”
He took a deep breath and she wondered if he’d beg off. Instead he nodded slowly. “I’ll get a drink. Come get me when you’re done. I can drive you home if you’d like. Or can I help?”
“I’ll get you when we’re done. It’ll be quicker if we do it.”
They broke everything down and loaded it into the van. She ran into the joke of a dressing room and toweled off a bit, trying to clean up. Changed her top, ignored Adrian and the other guys’ curious looks and sarcastic comments and headed out into the bar, where he waited.
“Hey.”
He turned and devoured her with his eyes.
“Hi. I’m parked out back.”
“We can walk through backstage then. There’s a door out there.”
The hand he put at her back burned against the sliver of bare skin between her shirt and skirt.
“I like the miniskirt,” he murmured as they started through the alley toward the pay lot at the other end.
“I’m always hesitant about wearing them on stage so perverts can’t look up and see my pu**y. But the way this stage is set up and where I stand, it’s safe.”
He turned and she found herself pressed against the wall adjacent to the army/navy surplus store, his body caging hers.
“I don’t think you’re safe now.”
Her heart pounded and honey flowed into the well of her pu**y. She moved from side to side across his chest, loving the feel of her ni**les against his muscles.
“Good. But I smell like cigarettes and sweat. Or is that part of what you like? Does it get you off that I’m dirty just now?”
He paused, swallowing a groan. She’d gotten to him. She wanted more.
“Do you, Todd? Do you like it when I’m this way? Just for you. Waiting and wet for your cock?”
“I do.” He whispered it, the words pulled from him taut and reluctant but genuine nonetheless. “I like that you smell like a woman who needs to be f**ked.”
Her mouth opened and she had to gulp in air before replying. “Yes. Oh, god, yes, I do. Are you the man to do it? Right here? Right now? Have you ever f**ked a woman against a wall when you could get caught at any moment, Todd?”
“You’re bad for my self-control, Erin. You make me want things I shouldn’t want.”
His lips hovered just above hers; she saw the need etched into his features as his pupils nearly swallowed his eyes.
“Or maybe I make you want things you’ve always wanted and only now have a safe place to express them,” she challenged. “Why shouldn’t you want them? Why shouldn’t you get off on what gets you off?”
He pulled out a condom and tore it open with his teeth. One-handed, he rolled it on after he’d freed his cock, and then ripped a hole in the crotch of her fishnets, shoving her panties aside.
He froze a moment, his fingers buried in her pu**y. “Wet. Fuck.”
“That’s the idea. Isn’t it?” Erin laughed and then groaned as his middle finger slid from her cunt and drew upward to circle her clit, spreading her lube around it.
He looked from side to side, checking to be sure they were alone before stepping closer. She hiked one leg up over his thigh and all the air whooshed from her as he thrust into her cunt.
The pace he set was hard and fast, and his lips found the sensitive place just below her ear. One hand held up her thigh, fingers reaching to brush against her clit from behind. The other burrowed under her shirt, finding a nipple. He pinched and then tugged the ring.
“Yes. Fuck me, Todd. Out here, where anyone could find us at any moment. Does it feel good deep inside my cunt? Does it feel good knowing I got wet the instant I saw you tonight?” She caught the lobe of the ear she’d been whispering in between her teeth for a moment as he groaned.
