“More, Declan.” Her green eyes burned into mine and I thrust up, hard and deep. It was hard to get a rhythm going in the water and I slowly lifted us up.
“You want more?” I whispered.
“Yes. I need as much as you’ll give me.”
Fuck yeah.
I pulled out and positioned her so she was leaning over the side of the hot tub, her back to me. I pushed into her from behind and started to move. Everything about this was crazy, but I loved it. I hadn’t even gone bare with my last girlfriend. I had no reason to trust her, but I did, and with each thrust, I got a little rougher and more intense.
“That’s it, baby, take every inch.” I growled into the back of her neck, slowing down long enough to let her feel me. I would have killed to take her ass, but my gut told me she’d never done that. She might like a finger though, and I pulled back, running my hand over her ass. It was gorgeous too, round and pale and perfect for a good spanking.
I reached around front to flick her clit and she clenched around me even tighter. She was close so I spread her cheeks a little and pushed the tip of my finger into the puckered hole that I was certain had never been touched.
“Declan!” She started, her body tensing.
“Does it hurt?” I asked softly.
She hesitated. “No, but…”
“It’s a new sensation, but most women say it really intensifies their orgasm. I can stop if you don’t like it.”
“Just your finger?”
“Oh, yeah. You’re not ready for my cock. Not in there anyway.” I slowly started to move again. “Close your eyes and just feel. Let yourself go, Red. Let me make it good for you.”
“Yes.” She relaxed against me and I picked up speed, thrusting in and out harder and faster than before so she wouldn’t be as aware of my finger in her ass.
Fuck, I wasn’t going to last long at all like this, and I curved the finger in her ass. Her orgasm came on quickly, her body going rigid and then shaking intensely as she convulsed around me. I shot off inside of her, a roar leaving my chest that they probably heard all over the neighborhood.
“Holy shit.” She was still breathing hard, her lithe body shuddering a little in the aftermath.
“You can say that again.” I rested against her.
“All right, loves, all done?” Simon came walking over to us and I felt Brianna tense.
“Simon.” I gave him a dirty look. “Seriously, man?”
“Hey, I waited until you were done—lovely watching, by the way. But time to clean up and do a little interview.”
“Interview?” I demanded. “What the hell are you talking about? And can you give us a little privacy?”
“Here you are.” He put down two bathrobes. “Get dressed and come inside. Tamryn McLain is here from Rolling Stone, and she came specifically because she heard you were here. Chop chop. You don’t get opportunities like this every day.”
“Give me a minute,” I muttered, watching him head back into the house.
Shit. I couldn’t walk away from this. It was exactly the kind of thing we’d been hoping for, one of the main reasons we’d come to this damn party. Rolling Stone was too big for me to blow off, even if it was the middle of the night and I was balls-deep in the most glorious woman I’d met in years.
“Hang on, honey.” I slowly pulled out and got out of the hot tub. I reached for her hand and helped her out, and then wrapped one of the robes around her. “Listen, I have to go talk to this woman. There’s some shit going on with the band and I can’t blow this off. Why don’t you go get cleaned up while I talk to Tamryn, and then come find me. Okay?”
She looked a little shell-shocked and I leaned over to press my lips to hers. “I’m really sorry about the interruption. We’ll talk when I’m done.” I pulled on my own robe and handed her the clothes she’d dropped when we’d gotten out here.
She still hadn’t said anything, so I reached out to gently lift her chin with my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at me. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“N-no.” She shivered a little. “I guess I’m just a little cold and tired now.”
“Go clean up and get dressed. That door right there leads to a bathroom.” I pointed. “Come find me when you’re done. You can sit with me while I talk to Tamryn.”
“Okay.” She nodded, took her clothes from me, and hurried into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Dammit. I really wanted to go after her and make sure she was all right, but Simon was waving from the doorway dramatically.
“Bash, come on!”
I glanced over my shoulder at the bathroom door once more before following Simon back through the house. I was giving Tamryn twenty minutes, tops, and then I was going back to my date.
9
Brianna
* * *
I was the world’s biggest dumbass. I didn’t know what the hell I’d been thinking, but letting Declan have unprotected sex with me might have been the stupidest thing ever. Yes, I was on the pill, so I wasn’t particularly worried about pregnancy, but he was a freakin’ rock star. He’d probably fucked half the female population of the U.S. under the age of thirty, and now I had all of those germs inside of me. Not to mention I’d let him finger my ass.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I’d never done anything like that, and while it had felt really good in the moment, now that I was thinking about it, I was freaking out. Nice girls didn’t do butt stuff.
Did they?
Kiki and I talked about everything, but I’d never asked about that and she’d never brought it up either. Was I just a prude? I’d never thought so until now, but this was why I hadn’t wanted to see him again in the first place. He was so far out of my league. And then that creepy Simon watching us. Ugh, this whole night had been a huge disaster and I had to get out of here immediately. I dried off as best as I could, pulled on my clothes, and left the robe hanging on the door.
I peeked around the corner and didn’t see Declan anywhere, so I headed right for the kitchen. I got my purse out of the cabinet it had been locked in and quickly called for an Uber. There was one three minutes away, so I took another quick look around and headed out the side door. Part of me felt bad for not saying goodbye—again—but this night had been a little too crazy for me. I didn’t even recognize the woman who’d done the things I’d done, and all I wanted was a hot shower and to curl up in my bed. I was absolutely not cut out for one-night stands, even if it had technically been two nights.
I got home twenty minutes later and let myself into the apartment quietly. Maybe Kiki would want to talk. We’d woken each other up after a bad date or a bad night at work or a multitude of other reasons many times, so I didn’t hesitate to softly open the door to her bedroom.
“Kiki?” I squinted in the semi-darkness and frowned as my eyes adjusted.
Sweet Jesus, she wasn’t alone. There were two bumps in the bed and I grimaced, about to back out when I heard a familiar voice.
“That you, Bri?” The voice was quiet and male, but I’d know it anywhere.