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“Um, you’re a very large man. And I think we tried to go for the intermediate or perhaps advanced level of intercourse and my parts were still on training wheels.”
He glanced down between them, then ran his fingertip over her lips. “Say it with me. Your pussy.”
Something trembled inside her, and she was almost certain that it wasn’t her rearranged internal organs. Her clit gave a weak little throb, and he must’ve felt something too, because he shifted and did that finger on her lips thing again, moving his mouth to her ear. “Your pussy, Lo. Your pussy is fucking strangling me right now, and I’m getting hard again, and I want nothing more than to just keep fucking you. I know you bled on these pristine white sheets, and fuck if that isn’t making me hard too.” His teeth grazed her earlobe and she quivered around him. Feeling more pinned at this instant that she had at any other. “Not because you’re hurting. Because now you’re mine. This piece of you, always mine first.”
She couldn’t respond. All she could do was clutch at him inside so that his breath gusted hot against her cheek.
“Condoms aren’t meant for twice. It’s going to spill. I have to pull out, babe. I’ll be careful.” He pressed a kiss to her jaw. “Then I’m going to clean you up with a warm washcloth before I run you a bath. There’s a tub in there. It’ll feel better.”
Nodding, she tried to stay silent. Not to poke the bull. But she couldn’t help it. “You’re not…you’re not going to fuck me again?”
“Oh, hell yes I am. You think you can give me one taste and that’s enough? I’m going to feast on you,” he said, voice raw, and she had to shut her eyes at the blast of heat that rolled through her system. “I feel you squeezing me. You hot little cock-tease. Later. We’re not even close to done yet.”
Without warning, he pulled out of her, as neatly as ripping off a Band-Aid. And the pain only reached whimper-level rather than shriek.
“All right?” he asked tenderly, and she nodded, strangely embarrassed now.
So maybe all her modesty around him hadn’t gone after all. Just most.
Especially when he glanced down at her puffy folds, separating them with careful fingers. “So red,” he murmured, and she wasn’t sure if he was concerned or aroused.
Since he was male, probably both. She couldn’t even really blame him. Something about being invaded by him, just opened up and commanded, made her feel flushed and trembly. The same way that being so gently inspected did now.
He pulled off the condom and she couldn’t help noticing how full it was. That too made her feel too hot all over. He tied it off and disposed of it in a nearby trash can, promising he’d be right back.
Swallowing deeply, she lifted her shoulders from the bed and decided she’d be fine just to stay in that one place. Possibly forever.
He returned with a warm, wet washcloth and sat beside her to clean her between her legs. She started to protest and gave it up as a lost cause. His attention felt too good on her sore, stretched flesh.
“Just a little blood,” he said, and she knew her cheeks were flushed for sure. She hadn’t even thought to put down a towel.
“I’m sorry about the sheets. I’ll pay if there’s a charge—”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing. Ever.” He bent to kiss her knee and she reached out to stroke his hair. He turned his head, nailing her with the full power of his gaze. “Thank you. Thank you for sharing yourself with me.”
“You’re welcome. I mean, thank you too. Thank you for…” She trailed off, realizing he might’ve fucked her clear into her brain because she seemed to have lost her ability to string sentences together. “For impaling me,” she said finally, not sure why he started to laugh.
She hadn’t even mentioned intercourse again. Yet.
“Impaled, huh?” He cupped the washcloth against her mound as he leaned over to take her mouth, so sweetly that she sighed.
He finally eased back and licked his lips as if he were savoring her taste. “How sore are you?”
“Right now? Manageable.” She shifted and grimaced. “When I walk, I might need a cane.” She waited a beat then grinned. “Hallmark of a great afternoon, right?”
His momentarily worried expression disappeared with the quirk of his lips. “It sure was for me.” He brushed her damp hair away from her cheek. “Let’s get you into that bath, so I can dirty you up all over again.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Just where do you think my kit is going to fit, Frank?” Mal’s voice thundered from the postage stamp sized stage.
The Rickshaw Stop was empty save for a few people wandering around. Most of them were part of their crew. Frank—their crew manager—was soothing Mal’s ruffled feathers. If it wasn’t Mal, it was usually Molly pitching a fit.
Honestly, West was done with both of them this week. Tonight was a fan club trip.
They didn’t have to work for this one. Theoretically it would be full of actual fans. They’d been playing opening act for so long it felt like the band was forever seducing the audience.
And normally he didn’t mind it. Seduction was the name of the game in this business. But every one of them should be enjoying this historic spot. The stage was small, but the acoustics were crazy and the rafters were full of old school bulbs on strings with a fucking disco ball strapped to the center.
