He breaks free from our kiss, and my lips already miss his. We’re breathing heavily and staring deeply into each other’s eyes, taking in the moment. Appreciating that we’re here together.
“On your hands and knees,” he orders, pinching my nipple before rolling off me and standing.
There isn’t much space in this bedroom for the sexcapades he likes to indulge in when we’re at home, in Nashville or Chicago, but it should work for what he has in mind this morning.
I bite my lip, looking at his glorious naked body. Allowing my gaze to go from his captivating steel-blue eyes to the chiseled definition of his pecs and abs to his fucking girthy cock that will stretch me to the brink. Part of me wants to play hard to get. Make him earn the privilege of being inside me. He loves it when I defy one of his commands, and I tend to benefit from his so-called punishments for my disobedience. But I’m going to be a good girl today. Start the morning on the right foot. Surprise him with some insubordination later.
I smirk as he strokes his cock, using the bead of precum at the tip as a lubricant down his hard length. After pushing the covers over my body and removing my shirt, I slowly crawl toward him at the end of the bed. My eyes never leave his, locked on him like he’s a lighthouse in the night and I’m a boat trying to go home.
Because that’s what he is to me.Home.
When I reach the edge of the mattress, I lazily run my fingertips up and down his chest as he shudders from the touch. I lean in and give him a chaste kiss before turning around to do exactly what I’m told. Talk about a great way to start the day.
“Fuck. You’re soaked for me,” he says, rubbing the tip of his dick on the outside of my pussy.
His precum mixes with my arousal, making me wetter with every stroke. He knows exactly what he’s doing, trying to rile me up until I beg him to fuck me. Not that it will take long. I’m practically dying already.
“Brace yourself, sweetheart. It’s going to be hard and fast.”
I groan with anticipation. With my palms against the bottom of the headboard, he slides fully into me, not giving me any time to get used to his size. A combination of pain and pleasure overtakes my senses as my core stretches to accommodate him.
“Fuck. Your pussy feels fucking amazing wrapped around my cock. I’d spend all day buried inside you if I could,” he growls, thrusting into me at a frenzied pace.
I can’t help but moan with every drive of his hips as my orgasm starts to build.
“Oh my God. Don’t stop, Jake,” I pant, bracing my hands on the bed and dropping my chest closer to the mattress to allow him to penetrate deeper. The slight shift immediately accelerates my release, sending it into overdrive with only a few thrusts. “Fuck. I’m going to come?—”
“Chase. It’s time to get up. Soundcheck is in an hour,” an unknown voice calls out, pounding on the bedroom door once more and beginning to slide it open.
Sheer panic consumes me at the proximity of the voice and the door starting to move.
“Don’t you fucking dare come into this room, Max,” Jake barks, buried inside me, with one hand on my hip and the other pushing against the door, preventing it from moving further. “You need to leave the bus. Now.”
“Okay. At least you’re up. Are you going to grace us with your presence any time soon?” Jake’s assistant, Max, asks from the other side of the door.
“Depends on how long it takes you to get the fuck off my bus.”
“Fine. I’m going, but I need you ready in thirty,” Max shouts before he slams the door of the bus.
Aghast by what almost happened, I turn to look at Jake, who drags his hand down his face.
With his cock still in me and a tight grip on my hip, he blows out a deep breath. “Fuck. This is not how I envisioned our first morning on tour going. I’m so sorry about this, Kate.”
“It’s fine,” I murmur, my gaze fixated on him. “Shouldn’t you probably get out of me? Sounds like you have important things to do.”
“Starting with firing Max.”
“You’re not going to fire him.”
“He interrupted me fucking my girl. That’s a fireable offense in my book.”
I shake my head at how ludicrous that comment sounds and inch forward, assuming sexy time is over until Jake tightens his hold on me, thrusting again.
“We’re not done yet. Not until you’re screaming my name.” His fingers dig into my hips as he picks up the pace like we weren’t previously disturbed. As if he doesn’t care who might hear us. “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” His voice is low and gravelly, sending a wave of heat straight to my core.
“Always,” I purr, leaning so he can pound into me deeper. It doesn’t take long before I’m whimpering, completely at his mercy and ready to explode. “Fuck. Don’t stop. I’m so fucking close.”
He increases his pace, going from a steady rhythm to a frenetic jackhammering that sends me over the edge.
