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But I didn’t want to think about him, so I focused on the girl instead. My fingertips were not the only thing buzzing; my cock got in on the gig, straining for a tantalising lick of the gothic treat before me.
A tag around her neck readIndira, and when I inhaled, I got a lungful of licorice and berries.
Like a Halloween treat months too early. She could have looked cheap, or slutty, but she didn’t. What she wore was no costume, it washer.
Fucking perfect.
“Indira, huh?” I tilted my head to my side.
My black and pink long spiked hair dropped sweat onto my cheeks from the short performance, and I raked them back, already aching to slam our bodies together and find out what sort of moans she made when I sank deep into her.
“Indi,” she corrected me in a soft voice. “You’re Xoan? Lance told me to wait here for you.” She held out the key attached to her lanyard, her gaze flicking over me. Her knuckles on the key were white. A cheap plastic folder was tucked under her arm.
I licked my lips, making a mental note to thank Lance later. “Glad he did.” I wound my hand around hers, satisfied with the way my skin sparked at the contact, already lifting me out of the oncoming slump. “Are you usually a groupie?”
“No, I’m–”
“Shhhh. Gotta wind down for the night,” I murmured. “Silence is so much prettier.”
There’s a song in that.
Thankfully she was nothing like the usual band bunnies I dealt with, and she shut up.
Too fucking cute.
Tugging on the key, I fitted it to the lock without taking it off her neck. She bent a little but the girl was tiny–small enough that I’d be able to lift her with one hand and finger her pussy with the other.
My breath quickened with anticipation. The lock clicked easily, and I tugged the lanyard again as Indira straightened to her full height, using it as a leash I wound around my fist. Her resistance amused me, though she walked inside with tiny steps, her fingers grasping the shared space on the key near mine.
The moment she was through the door, I slammed the thing shut and pinned her there with my weight. Her folder crashed to the plain cement floor. Slinging my guitar safely to an old armchair someone dragged in for me earlier, I worked my fingers along the lanyard until I made a pretend collar at her throat, and twisted it the tiniest bit, just to see what she would do.
Her lips parted, that heady mix of licorice and raspberries doing weird and wonderful things to my head as I leaned forward, breathing her in. “You smell good.”
“I don’t think you–”
“And Lance doesn’t usually get me girls who chatter,” I warned, though it was a lie, resting my forehead against hers gently. “I need quiet, Indi.” She smiled slightly when I remembered her preferred name. “Will you give me that?”
She nodded after a pause, indecision crossing her face. Her lips parted wider but nothing came out.
“Good girl,” I breathed, closing the space enough that when I spoke, our mouths brushed. My cock near exploded at the sweet, teasing contract and, from the way her thick eyelashes fluttered, so did she. “Do I need to ask about consent?”
Lance should have covered this but I wouldn’t risk my music or my career on the whim of someone who wanted to take advantage of me.
I much preferred that scenario the other way around.
Indi frowned, looking at me in a confused little way I loved. “Yes,” she whispered, though her tongue flicked against my lower lip, either by design or desire.
A deep sound rumbled in my chest. Her eyes widened and she fed a soft sigh into my mouth.
Swallowing hard, I released the lanyard and cupped her cheek. “Can I kiss you?” She nodded, but I shook my head. “Words, pretty girl.”
“Yes.”
“Touch you?” I trailed my fingers along the underside of her breast, bare beneath her tight top.
“Yes, Xoan.”
Jesus, let me die buried soul deep inside her.
