“Thank you.”
His baritone voice is rich and deep, and I’m giddy with anticipation. I’ve heard him play his guitar a million and one times, and though he’s never sung along, I’m filled with the absolute certainty that his singing voice is pure poetry.
Because Ford Holloway gives nothing less than his whole self in everything he does.
His gaze clashes with mine, holding me captive with an intensity I can feel down to my marrow. As he croons the opening words of the Teddy Swims fan favorite, “Lose Control,” goosebumps scatter across my entire body. His tone is pitch-perfect, deep and throaty, with a huskiness that makes arousal pool deliciously in my stomach while the raw hunger in his eyes sets my blood aflame.
I’m aware of the crowd around us, watching as Ford performs, but it’s as though we are the only two people in the entire place, his words and the yearning held within them solely for me and me alone.
Without conscious thought, I rise to my feet and step around the table to move through the busy dancefloor until I’m directly before the stage, without once breaking eye contact.
Ford sings the last lines of the song, drawing out the final note until his voice breaks. The gathered crowd goes berserk, with chants howling for more, but Ford only has eyes for me.
He shucks the guitar, blindly passing it to whoever’s hand is outstretched to reclaim it before he jumps off the stage and scoops me into his arms. His hands tangle in my hair, gripping fistfuls as he angles my mouth to where he needs it to be, and when he slides his tongue past my lips, I moan shamelessly, making him grip me even tighter.
I’m vaguely aware of the host thanking Ford in a laughter-filled voice as the assembled crowd hoots their approval when he tears his mouth from mine. The need in his ocean-blue eyes almost makes my knees buckle when he deposits me back on the ground to grab my hand. His urgent gaze doesn’t waver as he pulls me past the stage, around the bar, and through the doors leading inside.
It’s as big as Lissie said it would be, but I don’t take a moment to appreciate any of it as our feet propel us through the space. Ford swings a sudden left, taking us down a corridor and pushing open a door labeled “Staff Only.”
As he deadbolts it behind us, I realize we’re in the staff restroom, and my eyes catch Ford’s in the mirror. His pupils are so blown that there’s hardly any iris visible whatsoever, and the desire contained in his gaze is like a lightning bolt as shock waves course through my entire body.
And when he speaks, his guttural rasp sends a ripple of lust straight to my core.
“Down on your knees, Tink.”
CHAPTER 30
FORD
My body has been thrummingwith need from the moment my gaze clashed with Emmy’s while performing. The words of the song, the sultry bass, and the sheer adoration in her big blue eyes as she eye-fucked me from across the room were akin to foreplay, and I simply can’t wait any longer.
I need to have her.Now.
“Down on your knees, Tink.”
Emmy inhales sharply, her eyes widening in the mirror for a beat before she pivots on her heel to face me and drops to her knees. Her immediate acquiescence makes my cock throb before her small hands reach for my belt buckle.
Within seconds, she’s reaching into my Calvins to take out my hard-on. Her pointed pink tongue darts out to wet her lips in anticipation, and I feel precum drip from the tip as my balls tingle with need.
Her eyes lift to mine, watching me with reverence, and I reach out to palm her cheek, holding her gaze as I croon softly, “Open your mouth and stick out that pretty pink tongue, baby.”
She does as instructed, and I stand tall, looking down on her as I bring my cock to her panting mouth. I rest the tip on her wettongue, pumping my hips in a teasing motion, but pulling back every time she ties to take me past her lips.
Her moan of impatience has my cock twitching, and I give her what she wants, slipping my hardness farther inside the heat of her mouth. I groan heavily when her lips slowly close around the head as she sucks lightly at first but harder with each forward thrust of my hips.
“Christ,yes, baby. Relax your throat for me.Relax…”
I can feel her trying to do as she’s told while I increase the pace. Suddenly, the muscles at the back of her throat unfurl when she succeeds, and my head feels light as my knees physically weaken. Eyes never leaving mine, she takes my cock all the way down her throat until she gags.
“Oh, shit, Tink. You look so fuckin’ beautiful like this. On your knees, chokin’ on my cock…fuck! Take it, baby.”
Her eyes fill with tears as she gags again, taking more of me than she’s able, and my chest fills with pride, knowing she’s doing it to please me. And even so, I ease my pulsating length from her mouth, knowing that it’s not her mouth where I need to leave my cum tonight.
I want it dripping from her pussy and marking the insides of her pretty thighs, claiming her asmine.
She brushes her watery eyes with the back of her hand, wiping the saliva from her chin with the other as I help her to stand, filled with a carnal need I can barely comprehend.
I quickly plant my palms on either side of her slender waist and spin her around to face the sink. Her back presses against my front as our gazes hold in the mirror, and I lean closer to rest my mouth by her ear, watching her reaction when I growl, “Hands on the sink.”
