I shift my weight and start the next riff, every ounce of focus going into not fucking up the song. If I keep playing, maybe I can ride this out without completely falling apart in front of a sold-out crowd.
The final chorus hits, the entire band locking in as the crowd screams along. My fingers burn as I hammer through the last progression, sweat dripping down my brow, getting caught in my eyelashes, making my vision blur.
Just a little longer. Just finish the last fucking song.
We complete the set, and Harper thanks the crowd. Screams fade into the background as I unplug my guitar, the cable falling to the floor. I storm to the back of the room, and the crowd parts for me.
“Let’s go home,” I command.
Surprise consumes Elias’ face before he takes my hand and leads me outside.
I don’t allow myself to linger on the fact that I just implied his house washome.
Thirty-Two
Elias
Stitches - Orgy
Ipull the Porsche to a crawl and slide into the driveway. I glance over at Kat, and have to bite my cheek to keep from laughing. Her breathing is ragged, and I know it’s from the sensation of the toy still inside her. Her hands are curled into tight balls at her sides, and her knee bounces up and down as she huffs out a breath.
To anyone else, she would look like rage personified. But I don’t miss the gloss over her eyes and the flush painting her chest, or the way her breathing hitches every time we pass a bump on the road, jolting the vibrator that’s still inside her pussy. She’s fucking turned on. Andfuckif that doesn’t make my cock throb painfully.
I watched her entire set, drunk on the power I held in my palm. Knowing that she was seconds away from coming in front of the unknowing crowd set something primal ablaze inside me. I was the only one who knew.
The restraint it took not to press it enough to make her come on stage was self-control I didn’t know I held. But watching her drop to her knees when I pressed it? If the reaper were to come for me tonight, I would die a lucky man. I only wish I could have seen her face contorted in pleasure as I did it. My cock aches in my slacks as I imagine how wet she is for me. But Ineed to hold the restraint a while longer—I have big plans for my little rebel tonight.
I slowly get out of the car, closing the door behind me before making my way over to hers and opening it. She looks up at me through hooded eyes, andfuck, if she doesn’t look like a goddess. She ignores my waiting hand, getting out of the car alone, but I don’t miss the way she holds onto the door for support. Her mouth falls open, but no words come out.
“Cat got your tongue?” I tease, placing my hand on her lower back and guiding her towards the door.
The sound of Freddie playing with a plastic ball somewhere in the house travels through the foyer. Her breathing picks up, and I see the muscles in her thighs flex as she chases the friction. I move to her, now inches away as she looks up at me through darkened eyes.
Her mouth crashes into mine, the taste of her rushing through all of my senses. She lets out a soft moan. If I were drunk on power earlier, I’m fucking ruined now. It takes all my strength to pull away from her kiss. Small protests leave her as I pick her up and carry her up the stairs towards the bedroom. My skin prickles with pleasure at her soft kisses along my neck.
I need her in this fucking bedroom before my plans go to shit.
After what seems like hours but can only be seconds, I close the bedroom door behind us. She’s writhing in my arms—I can feel the heat pulsing through her core in anticipation.
“Oh, I have big plans for you, little rebel.”
I gently place her on the bed. Her arms wrap tightly around my neck, not letting me go. She cries out when I pressthe button in my pocket, jolts of pleasure thrumming through her.
“If you hadn’t already guessed by now, I’m in control tonight.”
She’s writhing and undulating her hips on the bed, a vision of fucking perfection.
“Please…” she breathes, her hips pressed down, chasing what little friction she can get.
“Are you going to beg?”
“Please make me come.”
An instant response.
I turn the vibrator to a low hum. Enough to give her pleasure but not enough for her to explode, keeping her on the precipice of losing herself as I slowly undress her. Her shirt falls to the floor. I lick my lips at the sight of her perfect tits, nipples erect. I take one into my mouth, slowly swirling my tongue over its sensitive peak, and she writhes beneath me. When I take it between my teeth, gently biting down, she lets out the most seductive scream that turns my cock to stone. She’s a squirming mess beneath me, and I can tell she’s so close to the edge.
A cry of frustration rings out as I turn off the vibrator. “Elias!” She throws her hands down on the bed, bucking her hips.
