“Want a drink?” He tilted his head toward the bar on the other side of the room, reminding me we weren’t alone. The rest of the band members were there pouring drinks for the women they’d chosen.
Curling one hand around the side of his neck, I pressed my breasts further into his chest. “Not really, but I wouldn’t mind having a drink of you.”
Throwing his head back, Walker let out a raspy yet booming laugh, making everyone stop what they were doing and take notice. He was known to be serious and to barely ever crack a smile, so hearing his laughter was a prize for everyone to hear.
The second his laughter died down, the room went back to what they were previously doing, and the rush of their laughter and voices hit my ears.
Raising his large hand, Walker ran the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. His eyes tracked his movement.
With his piercing gaze on my lips, my core clenched, and moisture started to slowly make its way down my thighs.
He hummed deep in his throat, eyes never leaving my ruby red lips. “Do you think your pretty little mouth can take all of my cock? Will you gag as I deep throat you and fuck your mouth until my cum dribbles down your chin?”
Without waiting for me to answer, Walker dipped his head low and took my mouth in a searing kiss. The moment our mouths collided, a zap of electricity jolted through me, making me gasp into his waiting mouth. He was rough, but it wasn’t unexpected. Walker Pierce was a man who looked like he’d beat the shit out of you for no other reason than you looked at him wrong, but if you looked at him right, you were in for a night of rough and tantalizing sex.
His tongue delved into my mouth, tasting each inch of me. I moaned as I circled my tongue with his and was met with cinnamon. There was no fight. I let him dominate the kiss. The moment. The night.
Calloused hands slid up my thigh and then hitched my leg around his hip in one smooth move. Rough fingertips skated up my inner thigh and dug into the flesh of my ass as he cupped it roughly.
“I can smell how much you want me from here,” he bit out, running his nose along my collarbone before he nipped at my exposed throat. “What do you say we take this somewhere a little more private?”
Without waiting for an answer, he clasped his fingers around my wrist and pulled me from the room. I jogged to keep up with his long strides down the hall and out into the cool night air, making my already aching feet throb painfully.
Walker navigated us through the lines of trucks, vans, and buses. Stopping in front of the door of the biggest and nicest bus from what I could tell in the dark, he banged on the door with his fist. A moment later, the door opened with a big burly guy standing at the entrance with a wry grin on his face.
Giving a chin lift, he moved out of the way as Walker pulled me up the stairs and into the living area. “Yo, Walk. Do you want me to wait outside?”
“Nah, man, just don’t interrupt us. No matter what you hear,” Walker chuckled darkly, sending goosebumps across my entire body.
I met the eyes of the man in front of me as he laughed at Walker’s comment. “Duly noted. Have fun.”
“Always, man. Always,” he answered before he turned and started to walk us away.
With my back to the front of the bus, his rough hands slid underneath the hem of my halter top and skidded up my taut stomach. I sucked in a breath when those large hands of his cupped my breasts and then pinched my nipples hard through the lacy fabric of my demi-cup bra. The way the lace scraped against my sensitive peaks made me wetter between my trembling legs. His hot breath on the column of my neck sent excited shivers down my spine as he kneaded and pulled at my breasts.
Being with Walker like this was a dream come true. It was my every fantasy come to life, and I couldn’t believe I was finally here, alone on the bus with him and about to get the best ride of my life. Because I had no doubt tonight would be one epic fuck for the books.
Walker moved us to the back of the bus, my eyes taking in everything as we passed the small but nice leather furniture of the living area. It was nice and surprisingly clean, with four guys living in it. We passed by the bunks that were open with unmade beds and articles of personal items lining the insides of their area.
“It’s been too long since I sunk my dick into a groupie slut’s cunt. You want to know if the rumors are true? If my cock really is as big as they say?” He ground his erection into my back. If the hard mass pressed against me was any indication, I had a feeling the rumors were false. Walker was even bigger than anyone had ever let on. “I bet you're soaked for me, aren’t you?”
Rubbing my stiff peak between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched and pulled, making me want to detonate from his fingers alone. “Answer me, groupie. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” I moaned, arching up and into his touch.
Stepping inside the bedroom, he closed the door and slammed my front into it, pinning me against the door with his hard, lean body. My body quaked with want for him.
His harsh breath fanned my ear. “Do you like it rough?”
“Anything you want,” I panted like an animal in heat. I was desperate to feel him inside of me.
“Good, because I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll never be able to forget me,” he gritted out before he bit down on the shell of my ear.
Keeping me in place with his weight against me, Walker roughly pushed my leather skirt up my thighs and around my waist. The cool air from the bus hit my bare pussy. I was hot, like I’d been lost in the desert for days with the sun beating down on me.
“You are a little slut, aren’t you? Were you planning on one of us ramming our dick into you?” He slapped my pussy, making my whole-body quake.
My only answer was a shake of my head. I couldn’t speak as unexpected pleasure shot through my body.
“Liar,” he husked in my ear.
His hands moved up my sides, taking my halter top along with them until it was pushed up over my breasts. He wasted no time in pulling down the cups and exposing my heaving tits to the cool air and the warm flesh of his hands.
I turned to look at him over my shoulder, wanting to see how he feasted on what he was doing to me but was stopped short when he fisted my hair in his hand, yanking me back to look forward at the black door I was pushed up against.
He stepped back but kept his firm hold on my hair. Instantly, I missed the heat of his body and wanted to feel him pressed back against me until the end of time. “This is my show, and you’re just along for the ride. Now, do as I say and spread your legs.”
Doing as he commanded, I stepped out and waited for my next instruction.
“Further,” he growled.
I widened my stance and waited.
It was quiet for a moment, and then I heard the clomp of his boots as they hit the floor, the zipper of his jeans going down, and then the rustle of clothing as it was removed. Desperately, I wanted to turn around and see Walker in all his naked glory, but I knew I’d be punished. It didn’t matter that the room was barely lit, with the only light filtering in through the tinted windows. I wanted to rake my eyes over him and his sexy as sin tattoos that graced his upper torso and arms.
He kept quiet as he moved around the room, and then, in an instant, his front pushed into my back. His skin to mine felt like touching the sun. With that touch alone, my vision blanked, and my skin seared at his touch.