I groaned with frustration, although I didn’t have to wait long. Slapping my legs apart, Walker positioned me exactly the way he wanted with my ass out and on display. In one thrust, he plunged deep inside, filling and stretching me with delicious pain. My hands scrambled for purchase, needing something, anything to keep me in the here and now.
He pulled back until he was so close to leaving me and then slammed back inside. Walker did this over and over again. Punishing my pussy.
I moaned loudly, not caring if my neighbors heard or saw me. All I cared about in that moment was the way Walker’s cock magically hit the spot inside of me very few had ever found before.
“Walker,” I gasped his name. “More.”
Instead of giving me what I wanted, Walker turned me around. He was a sight. His eyes were black with lust, and his dick was coated in my juices, but it was the way he looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the entire world that caught my body on fire. He sat down on the lounger built for two and pulled me down on top of him. Lining himself up at my entrance, I lowered myself until he was fully sheathed inside of me. Dipping his head, Walker took one aching nipple into his mouth as his thumb found my clit and started to rub. With my hands on his shoulders, I rode his large cock like the fate of the world rested in how well I could get us both off.
It didn’t take long until I started to come undone around him. With his mouth taking turns torturing and soothing my sensitive nipples and his thumb making furious circles between my legs, I shattered around him. With my head thrown back, I moaned his name over and over again as I rode out my climax.
Walker’s hand came around from the back and held onto my shoulders as he held me in place while he thrust up once, twice, and on the third time, he stilled deep inside of me. Letting out a sexy growl, he held me to him and hummed.
After a few minutes of us panting and catching our breath, Walker kissed the side of my neck. He pulled back, lifting his head to look at me with a lazy smile. “Fuck, I think you milked me of everything I had.”
I sagged against him, unable to move, let alone think. Walker was right. If sex with him was always like that, I would come begging for more.
Resting his forehead to mine, Walker stared at me for several seconds before he spoke in a quiet, vulnerable voice I’d never heard from him. “Are you going to kick me out now?”
“Not yet. First, I need to see if you can eat my pussy as well as you fucked it. Only then will I decide if I’m kicking you to the curb.”
A slow grin spread across his face as he stood up with me in his arms and his dick still inside of me. How was this boy still hard? “I promise I won’t disappoint you.”
And he didn’t. For the rest of the night and all through the next day, Walker Pierce showed me how he could please my body and make me come begging for more.
CHAPTER TEN
walker
Every night for the last two months of being inside of Pen had been like a dream. She tried to pretend like she wasn’t in love with my cock, but she wasn’t fooling me. When we were around the guys, she was as cool as a cucumber, but when we were alone, my sweet Pen burned hotter than the sun.
Much to her surprise, I wasn’t tired of Pen. Not in the slightest, but I hadn’t convinced her yet that she was the only woman I wanted to be buried deep inside. Every night, I left her sated in her bed, leaving only to sneak back inside the house I shared with the guys. Not that they noticed I was gone. They were too busy partying and fucking a new girl each night.
Now we were headed to the studio, where a tour bus was waiting for us. Everything was moving so fast; I could hardly believe we had recorded our first album. Tonight, we would be loaded up on the bus and driven to our first gig under Titan Records. One of the opening acts for Tragic Phenomenon had to drop out, and when we were asked if we’d like to take their place, we jumped at the chance. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d have the chance to open for one of my favorite bands.
We pulled into the parking lot of Titan Records, and parked out front was a huge black bus. All of our faces were glued to the windows as we took in what we hoped was our tour bus.
“Is that ours?” Kenton asked in awe, his jaw nearly to the floor.
“That is fucking sweet,” Cross drew out the word. His leg bounced with excitement.
“I can’t fucking believe it,” Greer muttered from beside me. I looked at him from the corner of my eye, wanting to get a look at him. He had the faintest upturn of his lips as he tapped out a tune on the armrest. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw even the semblance of a smile from him. Maybe he’d be better. Happier. I only wished I knew why he was an epic asshole most of the time. As if he could feel me staring, Greer glanced my way. I was surprised when he actually full-on smiled at me. “We fucking did it.”
I clapped him on the back. “Hell, yeah, we did. All those years of hard work paid off.”
The second the car stopped, we all piled out and ran to the bus. The door was open, and we pounded up the short set of stairs. We halted when we found Pen standing in a small kitchen area with a wide smile on her face. “What do you think, boys?”
“Is this ours?” I rushed out. If it wasn’t, we were going to be sorely disappointed after seeing this beauty.
Pen spread her arms out to her side and twirled around in a circle. “It’s all yours.”
“Sick,” Cross pushed by Pen and started inspecting every inch of our new home.
Everything was black, the furniture, the countertops, the tables. Even the wall of beds was black. There was a TV hung up on the wall with a couple of gaming systems underneath it. I wasn’t much a gamer, but the rest of the guys were. It was smart to give them something to do during our downtime besides trash the place and drink.
“Pick your beds, and when you come back, we’ll draw for who gets the bedroom in the back for a week.” Pen pointed to the closed door at the end of the bus.
“Hey, there’s already a bag on one of these beds,” Kenton shouted as he patted the top bunk. “This one right here is mine.” It wasn’t surprising he wanted the top; Kenton was one tall motherfucker.
“Do we have another bandmate we don’t know about?” I asked as I eyed the bag on the bottom righthand bunk.
“That’s mine.” Pen’s gaze flashed to mine before she looked away. Why hadn’t she mentioned this before? “I won’t always ride with you, especially during the day, but I was hoping you’d let me sleep here instead of the van.”
Cross nodded his head as he took the middle bunk above hers. “Yeah, of course. We won’t make you sleep in a van every night.” He tapped his chin as he bit back a smirk. “What if we want to bring someone on board?”
“Well, they won’t be spending the night unless you plan to drop them off at the next venue.” Pen tapped her fingernail to her pink-painted lips. “Something you might need to think about.”
“Fuck, that never crossed my mind. There’s no way I’m bringing someone with me.” Cross shook his head rapidly as if spending more than the time required to fuck someone was appalling to him. “Just make sure to give us time before we leave, so we can get our— “