Page 3 of Beautiful Trauma


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As I watched the two of them, it surprised me when Sergio once again picked me up out of my seat and sat in it, placing me in his lap. Yes, please. I tried not to let it affect me, but damn, was this man fucking delicious. He had just showered and wore a new pair of shorts with a tee shirt, but still no shoes.

“Catherine, right?” he asked me.

I batted my eyelashes at him. “My friends call me Cee.”

“So, what do I call you?”

Jesus. “For now, whatever the fuck you want, drummer boy.” I took his collar into my hand and brought his face close to my own. “But later, when you’re coming down my throat, I’d prefer it if you call me a goddess.”

Sergio’s eyebrows lifted, and he shifted under me. I could feel him get hard. Jackpot.

He pulled my side tight against his crotch and groaned, “Fuck, that’s so hot.” He watched as I licked my lips in invitation. “So, can we skip the pleasantries?”

“Absolutely we can. We only have until she wants to leave and knowing her, that could be any minute.” I nodded toward Mish and Connor. If she decided she wanted to bail, I would leave. But I was hoping to at least get some kind of action before that happened. She and Connor were sitting across the room, just talking. They were close, but if it were me, I would’ve been much closer.

My focus returned to the hot drummer in front of me as Sergio’s hand slid up my skirt and his lips crashed against mine. My body responded to his thumb brushing over my panties and his tongue exploring my mouth, my pussy clenching and a moan falling from my lips.

“You like that, beautiful?” he groaned against my lips.

“It’s goddess,” I breathed with a laugh.

“You said I could call you whatever I wanted to until I was coming down your throat. Last I checked, my cock isn’t in your mouth.” Sergio’s mouth moved down the column of my neck as his thumb rubbed over the thin material covering my clit. I moaned again, not giving a shit that we were in a room full of people.

Maybe it was because I rarely got laid these days or maybe it was because the hot as sin man under me was just hitting all the right spots, but my need to come was urgent.

“More,” I whispered into his ear.

He chuckled, “I thought you’d never ask.” He pushed my panties aside and sunk two fingers into my dripping pussy. I gasped, burying my head into the crook of his neck. “Mmm. This pussy is so needy.” His fingers pumped as he rubbed his thumb over my swollen clit again. I was so close already. “Do we need to find somewhere?”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop, drummer boy.”

He shifted to the side, maybe to offer me some kind of privacy that I didn’t give a shit if I had or not. I’m sure I wasn’t the first woman he’d finger fucked in front of a crowd, and I was so desperate to come I would’ve let him do it on-stage. The tension built in my core, and I panted into his neck.

He hummed against me. “That’s it, beautiful. Come all over my hand.”

My body responded to his demands. I rode out the waves of pleasure, biting down on Sergio’s shoulder to keep from screaming.

Before I could come down, he scooped me up and walked me to the bathroom. I let out a giggle on the way, my legs kicking in his arms. He sat me on the counter, turning to flick the lock on the door. “Gonna be hard for me to suck you off from up here, buddy.”

“That’s drummer boy to you.” He pulled my shirt over my head to expose my black lace bra. “And now that I’ve felt that pussy clench around my fingers, I’m going to need it around my cock. So, I guess you’ll have to wait to be called a goddess until another day.”

“Aw, and I was so looking forward to being your goddess, drummer boy.” I pulled him closer by his shirt and brought my lips to his. “But I haven’t been fucked in months, so I’m not complaining.”

“Happy to be of service,” he mumbled against my skin as he kissed across my collarbone. His hands worked to pull off my panties, bunching up my skirt at my waist.

“Condom?”

“In the pocket.”

“Of your, what the fuck is this, a bathing suit?” My hands roamed the shorts in search of a pocket.

“Are we discussing my choice of attire right now? It’s on my right ass cheek.” He took my hand and placed it over the tiny pocket. I grabbed the foil packet and held it in my teeth as I pulled his shorts down over his sizable erection. He allowed them to fall to the floor and stepped out of them.

I ripped open the package and rolled it over his length. He pulled my ass to the edge of the counter, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pushed inside me, hauling me up off the counter and pinning me to the wall. My head fell back as my body took in the sensation.

Damn, I need to do this more often.

“That’s what I’m fucking talking about,” Sergio grunted as he pumped into me. The thrill of getting a famous drummer off had me nearing a second orgasm in record time. My legs squeezed to pull him in deep, causing us both to moan.

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