I gave her the gentle warning of two calm stokes with my tongue.
The boring shit she was probably used to from other men she considered lovers.
Which was fine.
I wasn’t a lover.
I was a… fucker.
A filthy fucker.
I growled again and brought my hands down to her inner thighs. She trembled, fighting off the urge to jump from being ticklish.
I turned my head a little and discovered Liv had a pretty little freckle on the left side of her sex. That’s where my tongue went, flicking and playing, knowing I was torturing her, which was only evident by the honey flowing so freely. Not to mention her hips rocking, begging for attention.
I laughed and heard Liv gasp.
“Nash?” she whispered in a breathless voice.
I looked at her. Those bright blue eyes, angel eyes, willing to sing to me the road of purity and leaving excess behind.
“What?” I growled.
“What… why…”
“Shut the fuck up, babe,” I said. “You’re fucking beautiful. You’re fucking perfect. You taste so delicious I feel like canceling any studio time, tours, quit the band, and live in this hotel so I could eat you until the end of time.”
Liv bit her lip.
I brought my tongue forward and licked bottom to top. Like a melting ice cream cone on the hottest summer day. At her clit, I swirled my tongue and she shut her eyes and whimpered.
“Eyes open, Liv,” I said.
Shit. Why’d I say her name? I never use names. Ever. There were never any names allowed between the sheets. Or on the sheets.
Liv opened her eyes.
“Don’t fucking close your eyes or I will leave,” I warned.
She nodded.
I kept my eyes locked to hers as I took her with my tongue.
I wrote the words to Left Away and left her crying in a different way. Her body thrusting from the bed to my mouth. When my tongue entered her, she wiggled left to right. All these little hints of what she would be like when I finally fucked her.
My tongue danced the rhythm to You Only Cry and that’s when Liv let go of the sheets and reached for me.
Her nails grazed my shoulders and she touched the outsides of her legs with shaking hands.
“Close, babe, huh?” I whispered, my breath purposely spreading across her body.
“Yes,” she said.
“Say it louder.”
“Yes,” she said.
“Louder, babe.”
“Yes!” she screamed. “Fuck, Nash. Don’t fucking stop.”
The deep command in her voice told me I had swallowed down the last little bit of innocence. The sweet and pretty girl looking to head east and sit in cafes and write books was now at the mercy of everything wrong with me.
Everything filthy…
I moved my hands from her inner thighs and grabbed her hands. She tried to interlock her fingers to mine but I wasn’t here to fucking hold hands and talk about our feelings.
I put her hands to my shoulders and my hands back where they belonged. My left hand slid up her soft and smooth skin, resting at her lower belly. My right hand easing up her inner thigh, my thumb gently resting against her tight slit. I massaged and her hips instantly danced.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered.
She was on the edge.
My tongue coaxed her over that edge, suckling against her clit, savoring her honey as though it was my only way to live. Fuck oxygen… I needed Liv’s pussy.
She pulled at my shoulders, gripping to my shirt, pulling so hard, she started to rip my shirt off as she fell back to the bed. Her back arched and the curve of her body could make any good man go insane.
Which she was fucking doing.
As she came, her hips drove up from the bed, then back down, then back up again. She was trying to ride my tongue, but she was trying to get away from me too. And that wasn’t going to work. I had a little trick to show her. A rock star’s secret weapon. Fuck, I was the lead singer of Filthy Line. I made a living with my mouth. And I was going to make it a night to remember for Liv with my mouth.
Her hands pushed at my shoulders as she whispered my name.
I put her hands back to the sheets and wrapped my arms around her legs and pulled her closer to me.
She let out a breathless cry as I dove in for more.
I drank her sweetness until I got my fill. Watching her body tremble as I took her to a whole new level. I paused for a moment to kiss her. My lips to her lips, a soft kiss, my mind racing with more thoughts than I cared to admit at the moment.
I pulled away and gave her a sense of relief.
Two seconds later…
I turned my head again and pressed my lips against her tender nub. She gasped, realizing we weren’t done yet.
I stayed right there, one spot, one movement, knowing there was a second wave of pleasure just begging to get released.
“Nash,” she purred. “Nash… fuck… Nash…”
I moved harder and faster.
And then she exploded for a second time.
Her body tightening and lifting from the bed. She made a quick move, grabbing for a pillow and threw it over her face as she cried out.
I kissed her sweet and honey laced lips one more time and eased myself away.
Liv left her legs wide open, slowly peeling the pillow off her face. She stared at the ceiling.
I was on one knee before her beautiful body.
I blew a kiss to her slit and licked my lips, reminding myself just how good temptation tasted.
When I stood up, she finally looked at me.
Her cheeks were red, white… fuck, they were blue, orange, and teal too… why not?
Those blue eyes of hers were coming to terms with what just happened.
I blew a kiss to her, making sure I did the same to both set of lips.
Then I grabbed myself something to drink from the minibar and went out to the balcony to smoke a joint.
I figured I deserved it.
Since I just tossed my rock star career down the drain.
Liv came outside with a sheet wrapped around her body.
I took a hit off the joint and offered it to her.
“No,” she said. “I don’t need anything else to feel…”
She shook her head.
I grinned.
She was high as fuck from coming. And there was nothing wrong with that. Especially if you had never felt it before.
I turned and leaned against the railing.
I could still taste her and smell her.
She was all over me.
No fucking way I was going to shower tonight and waste it.
“You called someone over here to fuck you, babe,” I said in a low voice.
“So what? You do the same thing.”
“I’m a rock star.”
“So?”
“You’re a beautiful woman, Liv.”
“So because I’m beautiful I can’t enjoy myself?”
“No, babe. You deserve the best. Not some fuck boy rubbing cologne samples from a magazine on his clean shaven neck.”
“Oh yeah? You suddenly know everything I need?”
I moved toward her and leaned down, my lips against her ear. “Ask your pussy that question.”
Liv elbowed me. “You’re disgusting. You can leave now. I’m finished.”
I laughed. “Bad ass groupie now, huh?”
“Fuck you, Nash. I am not a groupie. I am not a Line Whore.”