I sat back on my heels with a smug grin, wiping away her delicious release with the back of my hand before crawling forward. I removed the pillow from her face, which was now flushed and breathless from screaming into it as I worked her over with my mouth.
“That—that was—”
“Oh, I’m not done with you just yet, and seeing as you gave me one, here’s a challenge for you…” I savored what remained of her on my lips as I fell onto the bed, making myself comfortable right up beside Tessa. I slid an arm under her shoulders and locked one of her legs under mine so she couldn’t get away even if she tried. “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and let you take my palm for a ride—without the pillow. And you’re going to try yourdamnedest not to make a single sound. You so much as whimper and I’ll stop, you got that?”
Tessa blinked at me in disbelief, as if I were joking, and I fucking wasn’t. I’d make her remember me until I finished this tour and came back for her. Then bring this beautiful woman home to my brother and present the new Mrs. Castiel—red ribbon and all.
Sucking in a sharp breath, she nodded in agreement, pressing her trembling lips together in a tight line. I pressed mine against her scalp as her eyes dropped to observe my hand, following along as I trailed it down her stomach and between her thighs, the tips of my fingers brushing lightly against her.
As I dipped my middle finger in—so fucking wet—Tessa let out a soft gasp.
“Shh… You can do it, princess. Just breathe.”
I could feel her walls already beginning to tense around my finger as I murmured against her scalp, indulging in more of her intoxicating perfume. A scent I’ll never forget.
She curled her head into my chest, her body shaking with the resistance of holding back her adorable sounds. I loved hearing her muffled moans earlier, but this was even better. Her body all wound up, screaming internally—ready to explode.
Pulling my finger back, I added a second, stroking her a few more times before adding a third and using the pad of my thumb to roll against her swollen clit.
“Look at me, beautiful.” Tessa fought hard not to make a peep while I coaxed her to the edge, tears welling in those doe eyes right before she squeezed them shut and bit downon her lip, hard enough to turn it white. “That’s my good girl, you’re fucking loving this, aren’t you? I can feel just how excited you are to be mine.”
All. Fucking. Mine. Because she wasn’t going anywhere, and I’d kill anyone who even attempted to take this woman from me. I knew what I was capable of, Levi as well, and we’d protect her like the savage dogs we were.
Without removing my fingers as they played with her pussy, I repositioned us, guiding her head into the crook of my neck while snaking my arm around her from behind until I had my index finger pressing firmly against her lips.
“Bite down and come for me, baby. Let me feel you shatter into a million pieces in the palm of my hand.”
I felt her lips part and teeth sink into my skin as her watery gaze lifted to meet mine. She was fucking gorgeous. No amount of makeup, stage lighting, or camera filtering could make her look as radiant as she did while she broke in my embrace.
There was a silent cry in Tessa’s eyes as they flared the second I ground my slick fingers against her. The moment her body gave in to the orgasm, she knew she’d won, and so did I, allowing her to let it all out against me. I pulled her in tighter as she bit down on my shoulder, hard enough to break the skin, and screamed—her entire body shivering from the intensity.
Tessa panted heavily in my arms as her lungs caught up with her heart. I could feel it beating rapidly against my chest as a weak hand crept its way up the side of my neck to garner my attention.
When I dropped my gaze, I was met with a set of glimmering turquoise eyes and a beautifully flushed face.
“If you enjoyed that, then just wait till I fuck you with my cock, princess.” Tessa whimpered softly in response, her eyes falling shut as she went limp against me and the bed, her body exhausted and spent as I whispered the rest of my sentence. “But not yet… You’ll have to wait just a little longer for that.”
Always leave them wanting more.
IbroughtTessabackto my hotel room shortly after she had passed out. It wouldn’t have been right to leave her sleeping backstage, and even worse, to hand her back over to whoever the fuck she came to the show with.
This woman was mine to protect—for now, at least until I had to leave on the bus for our next destination in a couple of hours.
Fuck.
The thought of leaving Tessa here, just knowing she fucking existed, was torturous.
Why couldn’t I have found her at the end of the tour? Why now? I mean, I knew she was real, I’d seen her all over pop culture news and movie posters, butthis fucking real.
Men often fantasized about women like her. Admiring from afar, knowing they would never stand a chance. But here she fucking was. In my hotel room. In my bed. And I had already become madly obsessed.
On tour, it wasn’t uncommon for the guys to find the occasional hookup in every city we visited. So what I’d done with her backstage was nothing out of the ordinary to the rest of the group I was managing, aside from the fact that it was me who’d done it.
Leaning against the wall beside the sliding glass door to the balcony, I watched Tessa as she slept face down in the white cotton sheets, her light brown hair fanned out across her back and the pillows.
My jaw ticked as I tried to come up with a game plan that didn’t involve me forcing this gorgeous woman onto a tour bus with several other mildly attractive men.
Frustrated and overwhelmed, I ran a hand through my hair, feeling just how greasy it was from the night before, and cringed in disgust. The body oil I used for every show always managed to end up in my hair, no matter how hard I tried not to touch it.
With Tessa passed out, I decided to take the opportunity to get cleaned up before she woke, not wanting her to see me as disheveled and dirty as I currently felt. I had standards, and I was confident as fuck that she did too.
It had to have been no more than ten minutes between the start of my shower and hearing the loud bang of a door slamming shut just as I’d turned off the water.
I hastily wrapped the closest towel around my waist and ripped open the bathroom door, rounding the corner to find my bed now empty.
She was gone.
The woman of my fucking dreams was gone.
Fuck.
