NASH
I shut the notebook and stared at the corner of the room.
It was filthy.
She was filthy.
We were filthy.
The whiskey and coke danced in my head as I made fists and put them down to the table.
“Nash, this isn’t your business,” Liv said. “You’re an asshole for even being here.”
I turned. “You called some guy to fuck you. Because of what you saw. You wished it was you on your knees. Sucking my cock. Admit it, babe.”
“No,” she said. “I won’t admit a thing. What you just read… that was fiction. For my book.”
“Yeah? You publish that and I’ll sue your perfect ass for plagiarism.”
“Excuse me?”
“You stole my book, babe,” I said. “I’m writing a memoir of all the Line Whores. Not to mention the way you describe my cock, right down to the angle it points at when not being sucked… that’s all mine. Not yours.”
“Fine. Rip the pages out. Keep them. My gift to you.”
I moved toward her and slid my hands along those sweet hips of hers. “Yeah? Maybe it’s time I give you my gift. A thank you for the tour.”
“Not going to happen,” she said. “I’m not your sloppy seconds, Nash. And I don’t care how many showers you take. You’re not fucking some woman and then fucking me.”
I pulled her body tight to mine. “Who said anything about fucking you?”
Liv looked helpless. Her lips quivered as she tried to come up with something to say.
And when she did, she looked toward the door.
“I’m going to need that bottle of vodka.”
I brushed my lips to her ear. “Yes, you fucking are.”
I closed the curtains and turned off all the lights except the bathroom light.
One thing I would never tell Liv was that she had pushed me out of my element.
Giving a damn the way I did. The way my eyes studied her body, watching her desire and regret, loving the battle almost as much as I loved the sight of her thin lips around the bottle of vodka as she took sip after sip.
My hands touched her sides again, but the light and fluffy touching was done.
It was over.
My hands moved under her shirt and I lifted it up with speed.
Liv had to hurry and put the bottle down because I wasn’t stopping. I didn’t give a shit if the bed was soaked in vodka. Because in a little bit it was going to be soaked with her honey.
Her shirt fell to the floor and I grabbed her sides.
Liv jumped up to her toes.
I brought my lips very close to hers.
There was worry in her eyes.
Fearing where I had been and what I had done that night.
Which was fine.
My lips brushed against hers.
Her lips quivered again.
“I didn’t kiss her, babe,” I whispered. “I don’t kiss Line Whores.”
I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her.
My thumbs dug into her skin and she jumped against me, gasping for a breath already.
I controlled her with a deeper kiss, my hungry tongue demanding her tongue’s attempt to put up a fight.
My hands slid down to the front of her jeans.
I paused there to focus and savor the taste of her mouth.
She could kiss, that was for sure.
But I kept in control.
Closing my lips hard and pulling away to make sure the sound echoed in the room. Getting things hotter - and wetter - by the second.
I nibbled on her bottom lip and inched down, tasting her throat.
She put her head back and let out a loud sigh.
My fingers opened her jeans and when I saw the panties she was wearing, I grinned.
It was fucking meant to be.
“What did you like about it, babe?” I asked as I opened her jeans the rest of the way and inched them down her curve laced hips.
“What?” she asked, breathless.
I lifted my gaze and my eyes met hers.
With my right foot, I stepped between her legs, on her jeans, and forced them down to her ankles.
Without hesitation Liv stepped out of her jeans.
My fingertips grazed the edges of her panties and I traced lines from her hips around to her ass and back forward all the way down to in between her legs.
“You watched some woman suck my dick,” I said. “What did you like about it?”
“Nothing,” she said.
Still trying to be tough, huh, babe?
My left hand eased up her body a little, my fingers spreading wide against her stomach. I felt her breaths fluttering. My right hand gently tugged against the side of her panties, feeling her wild heat pouring from her.
The second my middle fingertip grazed her tender, damp petal, she jumped and grabbed my shirt.
“You like that,” I whispered. “I can tease you until you collapse, babe.”
She opened her mouth but nothing came out.
I moved my finger along her slit, feeling her throbbing to my touch. I pressed just enough to open her and moved away. She exhaled and leaned forward like she wanted to kiss me. I hooked my fingertip to her clit and flicked just once.
Liv let out a cry and threw her head back.
She stepped back and I let her fall down to her bed.
She sat there, her hands clutching at the sheets.
Looking down at herself, her panties disheveled, her deepest needs showing themselves.
I slowly dropped to my knees before her and touched her inner thighs.
As I spread her legs open, her eyes widened too.
I licked my lips, giving the only hint of what I was going to do to her.
I was tired of Line Whores dropping to their knees or bending over so I could try and get Liv out of my head. It was my time to taste her. Sample the temptation and make sure it was damn worth throwing away a deal for.
“Nash…”
My hands raced up her inner thighs and pressed against her core.
Liv put her head back again, groaning as she lifted her ass off the bed.
I moved faster, gripping the edges of those pink panties that had been driving me nuts for such a long time now.
I tore them off her body and tossed them to the nightstand.
She looked at me again, whimpering, realizing how fucking exposed she was to me.
With her legs open and her panties gone, she was all mine.
Her plump folds glistened with proof of her feelings for me. My hands rested on her hips as I moved forward, watching her body opening as though it were a flower in the morning sun.
She was smooth and my lips kissed with force against her mound. I wasted no time in moving right down, the tip of my nose pressed against her slit, needing to devour the scent of all she craved. The sweetness attacked me in a way that made me growl under my breath. As if this innocent untouchable force could get any more perfect.
I lifted my gaze and stared up at her as she stared down at me. Her cheeks a red rose flush color. I simply grinned as I lowered my eyes down to the pink rose hue of her folds, my tongue slithering in my mouth the same as my cock was in my jeans.
As I helped myself to a taste, her body jolted like she had been struck by lightning.
Nah, babe, not lightning… just the vicious tongue of a rock star…
And that meant there was no turning back for either of us.
She was officially ruined for the rest of her life.
And I was officially addicted.