by Cari Quinn
His finger inched inside her, so carefully she wanted to scream. Even with just the one, he stretched her. He was right. His was definitely bigger than hers. But with his slow invasion, she wanted more stretch. More to fill up that ache inside her she wasn’t certain had existed before tonight.
Before him.
He gave her a moment to acclimate and then that solitary finger was on the move, pumping in and out. His other hand flattened against her lower belly, holding her still when she wanted to squirm. The pressure on her clit never let up and his other finger was sliding deeper with every pass.
“God, so tight. You need this, don’t you?”
She whimpered and brought her knuckle up to her mouth. Right now, she couldn’t say she felt good. It was too intense. As if she was hurtling toward something and she couldn’t enjoy the trip because she needed to be there right now, this second. She couldn’t wait any longer.
The pad of his finger skimmed some spot inside her and she bucked off the couch, her teeth ripping into her knuckle.
“I need to hear you,” he rasped, and she let her hand fall away from her mouth. She couldn’t deny him anything.
Her lungs quaked with every shaky breath she took.
Something huge was building inside her, and his hand on her belly was the only thing keeping her centered. That and the bunch and flex of his shoulder muscles were her focus.
And God, his eyes. His pupils had blown wide as he watched her come apart, just unravel like yarn.
All for him. For herself. She was finding herself on this bus, on this couch sat on by so many nameless, faceless others.
She arched and he twisted his finger, rubbing her just right in time with her clit so that all that tension broke, just shattered like a light bulb that showered her in sparks. Everything grew brighter before her vision went dark. She cried out, her hips bucking toward his hand. The pulsing went on forever, deep, endless ripples of pleasure that stole her cries and her words and her breath.
Everything but the ability to stare dazedly at this wondrous man on his knees before her, his lips parted as he tried to drag in his own air.
Tenderly, he slid his finger out of her. Her body clutched at him, never wanting to let go. He brushed a soft kiss over her inner thigh, making her clit throb all over again just from the closeness of his mouth. Especially when he leaned down, so close to her slit, and slid his tongue along the web of his fingers, tasting the glistening wetness she’d left behind on his skin.
She trembled, raking her nails over his shoulder as she yanked him up and crashed her mouth onto his. Except the kiss wasn’t messy and unpracticed like earlier. Or maybe it still was, but it didn’t matter. She could taste the salty tang on his lips that she was pretty sure was herself, and as their tongues tangled, he groaned and gripped a handful of her hair.
“Come to bed with me.” He tugged down her shirt as he moved back. “To sleep. I want to hold you. Is that okay?”
Cupping his cheek, she touched her lips to his one more time. “Yes. I would love that.”
He started to stand and she stopped him by placing a hand on his scruffy jaw. “Thank you, West.”
His smile was almost bashful as he kissed her abused knuckles. “Thank you too.”
“For what?”
“For trusting me with something precious.”
Swallowing hard, she nodded. “Right now, it feels precious. I feel that way too. Because of you. And I better go to sleep before I say something I want to kick my own ass for in the morning.”
Rising, he grinned and held out his hand. “My bunk awaits.”
Chapter Seven
West grunted. Why the fuck were there birds in his goddamn bunk? These damn coffins were soundproofed. Well, mostly soundproofed. And thank God for it. Ryan talked in his goddamn sleep. Not just mumbled, whole fucking conversations.
And now birds? And flashes of light?
The sounds faded and he drifted back to sleep only to have a flock of them start again. Angry birds.
Phone.
Fuck.
He reached above his head to the little shelf in his bunk. It was a charger station and storage area. He’d stashed Lauren’s phone in there in the middle of the night. The outline of her phone was still dented into his thigh from falling asleep with her.
With her.
He peeled his eyes open as her phone flashed again. She was still here. Her blond hair was tangled between them and her ass was bumped up against his hip. He rolled over to reach up for her phone and flicked the mute button along the side of her iPhone.
He tucked his chin into her neck. “Someone wants to talk to you really badly.”
Three guesses who that was. Her dude. The one she didn’t talk about.
The one who might be a serious impediment to what had gone down between them last night.
He should’ve asked more questions. Demanded the answers. But when a smart, sweet, beautiful girl wanted you to give her what she claimed was her first orgasm, it was hard to be rational.
Emphasis on hard.
She sighed and wiggled back against him. He winced, sucking back a groan in the darkness. A little involuntary morning wood reminded him just how much wiggling she’d done in his bunk last night. And there was no relief in sight for him.
Truly, he was fine with it.
He rather enjoyed his lessons last night with Lauren. Hell, the whole evening. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such a normal night. No A-list parties, or people trying to prove they were A-listers, no record executives giving false promises, no big fish stories from bands on the rise. Just laughter and arcade games and bowling and pizza with the bright, funny woman who was still in his arms.
She stiffened and inched away from him.
“It’s okay.” West curled his arm around her waist. The weight of her breasts on his arm was far more comfortable than it should’ve been. He was tempted to slip under the cotton and wake her up a little more thoroughly. He’d gotten off on worshiping her tits as much as she had.
She nodded. “Yes. I’m ready.”
He grinned into her neck so he wouldn’t laugh. “Well, good morning to you too. Ready for what?”
“Intercourse. It seems you’re ready. I can be too with a little more of that finger mastery from last night.”
“Finger mastery?” He’d never had it called that before. “I do have extensive lessons under my belt.”
She braced. “I suppose in this case, that is an asset.”
At her clipped tone, he eased back and turned on the overhead reading light. He rolled her until she faced him. He squinted at her as his eyes adjusted to the light. “What do you mean?”
“Your many conquests would definitely—”
“Christ, Lauren, I’m not talking about that. First of all, that makes me sound like a prick.”
Her brows snapped together. “Am I wrong to assume you have a lot of knowledge?”
He wasn’t sure how to answer her and not sound like a jerk. “I’m not going to deny I like to have fun, but I’m not an asshole either.”
“You’re anything but an asshole. Believe me, I would know.”
It was his turn to frown. “What does that mean?”
She rested her hand against his chest. “Most men are uncomfortable with my virgin status, which I’ll admit initially surprised me. From some of my research watching movies and reading books, it seems that virgins are a commodity. I can’t say that reality matches this research.”
No, it wouldn’t. West sighed and kissed her forehead. “Only bastards would look at it that way. For most women, it’s a gift to be shared. Not just something to get rid of on a Sunday night.”
Her fingers skimmed down his ribs to play with the end of his T-shirt. It had bunched up in the night and the backs of her fingers kept brushing against his belly. Way too close to his dick, which was currently trying to peek up over his sleep shorts. “What about a Sunday morning? Or is it afternoon? I can’t tell.”
Her nail slipped under the elastic of his pants. “If we have some time, then maybe we can have another lesson?”
He wanted to push his cock into her hand so very badly. Maybe even into her infinitely fuckable mouth. He’d had way too many thoughts about her lips. Especially since he’d only known her for a handful of hours.
She molded her fingers around his shaft. “I have a little knowledge in this area at least.”
The idea of her perfect mouth on someone else’s dick made him stiffen. Christ, he had to get a hold of himself. It wasn’t like he was coming into this without a history. A varied one, if not a legendary one like some of his bandmates.
And still, he didn’t want to think about her trying this shit out with anyone else but him.
He knew that was fucked up, but finger-fucking a stranger while they watched reruns wasn’t much better. That kind of action was more date material than one-night stand. Or whatever the hell this was.
He hissed. Evidently, he hadn’t answered quickly enough. Lauren peeled back his shorts enough to get a look at him. On the way down, her unencumbered breasts brushed his belly and settled against his thighs.
Thank God she’d taken a shower and lost her underwear. He’d half expected her to put them on under his clothes, but nope.
Under his shirt and boxers, she was just soft, naked curves. Like her perfect bare breasts.
Even the memory of them filling his hands had him shooting past uncomfortable wood to tightly drawn balls and danger territory. For fuck’s sake, even a virgin’s fumbling would probably get him off this morning if he didn’t get a hold of himself.
She sneaked a hand around his waist, and under his ass to tug down his cotton pajama pants. In retrospect, he probably should have left on his jeans, but as worn and baggy as they were, they definitely weren’t meant for sleeping.
Her warm breath fanned over his shaft. “Is this all right?”
“Fuck, yes,” he muttered.
She was crammed into the bottom of the bunk. Her tits were smashed against his thighs and her long, warm fingers were wrapped around the base of his dick. He was officially a dead man.
She stroked down the length of his shaft to the base and then back up to the head. Her eyes widened as he jerked at her touch. His cock was definitely on board with this idea.
She nibbled her lower lip in concentration as she did this twist thing around the head of his erection. His hips lifted off the bed. It was a mixture of surprise and an edge of pleasure. Her skin was soft, but the chafing of his dry cock and her hand left it more uncomfortable than pleasurable.
But it was there, right at the edges.
She leaned in and swiped her tongue over the head and he fell back against his pillows.
Words, man. Find them.
“Like this?” She fluttered her tongue around the rim of the head. “I’m quite fond of research. I’ve used many helpful images from Tumblr.”
He laughed and slapped the mattress as she covered the tip with her mouth. She drew on him and tried to take him deeper, but the angle was wrong. Instead, her teeth clipped the edge of his sensitive head.
He jumped and she immediately let go.
“I’m not doing this right. Maybe if I had some of my visual aids.” She crawled up the bunk to him and her bare belly dragged up his shaft. He stuffed down the urge to grab her and flip her under him. To take over and show her just what he needed.
But then the word Tumblr dented his brain. “Wait, what?”
She bypassed him and reached for her phone in the little cubby. “I have bookmarked quite a few sites and posts that I think will help.”
He moved over and rolled until her back was against the soundproof foam of the back of his bunk. “Look, Lauren—”
“No, seriously. I found one that was really good that I always wanted to try. I think I’d have to learn how to get around my gag reflex, but I’ve learned how to swallow my vitamins. I’m sure I can get around this too.”
“What?” Confusion and frustration bulldozed him into silence.
She cuddled into him and showed him her phone.
“That says fourteen text messages.”
“Fourteen?” She twisted her phone. “Oh. Never mind about that.”
He frowned. He really couldn’t ignore that part. Especially when he saw the name on each text. Ethan was obviously trying to get a hold of her, but when she turned her phone around again, he forgot all about the suspicious texts.
On the screen, a girl was crouched under a man and going to town on his monster cock. Her throat was distended with the very girthy shaft filling it up. Holy Jesus.
“Right?” She twisted her phone back around and swiped her thumb over the screen.
He hadn’t realized she was answering him—or that he’d said that out loud.
“You know that’s like pornstar quality stuff, right?” He didn’t expect her to do that.
Though the thought of it had his eyeballs rolling like a freaked out horse. Yeah, that needed to be locked down. No way could a regular girl do something like that. And any man who expected that kind of reality in their world was doomed for disappointment. “Can I see that again for a second?”
“Or how about this one?” She pointed to the girl leaning back on the couch as a guy fucked her mouth. “That looks really interesting.”
“I don’t even know what to say to that.” Besides hell yeah! But that would not be the correct answer, even if this gorgeous woman thought this was what happened between people during typical sex.
Was she really this naive?
For God’s sake, he was lucky if a girl went down on him for two minutes before complaining that her mouth hurt. Of course, he was expected to go down on her for twenty minutes or more. Not that he minded. He actually liked oral sex, and couldn’t wait to try it out on Lauren.
And that was fucked up.
She could be outta there in the next few minutes. They had to roll out to San Francisco today for a show Tuesday night. A club show—tighter, and more intimate.
The arenas were fucking phenomenal, but he really liked that Lila had included both opening act and solo shows on this mini tour. They could beef up their acoustic chops on a few songs.
And that was not important right now.
Not with this gorgeous, bright, and a little crazy girl in his arms. Hell, his cock was still wet from her mouth. And she was scrolling through porn images. He’d been on Tumblr before, but got bored pretty quick.
Evidently, he hadn’t been on the right pages.
She cozied up against his chest, her other hand absently stroking down his thigh.
“So this is your research?”
She flicked down her phone with her thumb. “Asking people seemed to make them uncomfortable. I looked at some instructional videos, but most of them were very uninformative or boring. And the people were not attractive. At least your penis is quite nice.”
He laughed. “Nice?”
“Well, it is larger than the average. Perhaps not in the pornography industry, but from textbooks.”
He choked on a breath. “Thanks. I think.”
She glanced up at him. “It’s very rare to have a ten-inch penis.”
He pressed his lips together and nodded sagely. “Thank you for making me feel better about it.”
“Oh, I wasn’t. I didn’t measure yours, so I can’t know for sure. However, it seems much larger than average.”
“Can’t say I’ve measured it either.”
She lifted her brows questioningly.
“No, we are not measuring my dick.”
She frowned and went back to her phone with a shrug. “I believe it will suit my purposes.”
He laughed and took her phone from her. “How about we try just figuring things out without such a high standard?”
She reached for the phone, but he dropped it back into the cubby space. “But if I don’t have points of reference, I’m afraid I’ll do it wrong
.”
“There’s no wrong. In fact, it’s even better when you go in without any knowledge at all.”
She turned in his arms. “I haven’t found this to be the case.”
“We figured out how to get you off last night, didn’t we?”
She nodded. “That’s true and I liked it very much.” Her blue-gray eyes filled with awareness. He recognized the heavy-lidded response and wanted to get back to that. “Will you teach me?”
He groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”
She gnawed on her lower lip. “Is that a no?” His cock hardened against her belly. A smile spread across her face. “I believe that might be my answer.”
He stripped out of his sleep pants. They were half off already, but if he was teaching, he was going to be comfortable, goddammit. Especially since he was pretty sure it was going to be a long time before she got him off.
She inched down his body again. “Do you like a firm touch? I read that some men require an almost uncomfortably firm grip on their shaft.”
He dropped his back onto the pillows. Oh, yeah. He was a dead man. “Let’s not turn it blue or anything.”
She lowered her mouth to the tip. “Soft.” She looked up at him, her eyes so earnest.
He groaned. “Put it in your mouth. Teeth away,” he said on a hiss.
“Right. Sensitive.” She bobbed her head down his dick and the slight slurping noise was like a timer ding. His balls tightened and drew up against his body. “It’s much easier from wetting you with my mouth.”
Easier and so much fucking hotter.
He nodded. “We prefer no chafing.” His hips lifted off the mattress as she shuttled her hand down his erection and licked along the underside of the head. She followed the vein down to the base of his cock and her generous lips curved around his shaft.
“You taste salty. Not sweat, but something else.”
He growled out a groan as she stroked up to the little bead of pre-cum that ran down the flared head. Even untutored, she was a revelation. There was nothing tentative about her, just sure strokes that pushed him far too close to the edge. Between touching her last night and snuggling up against him this morning, he was closer to the wire than he preferred to admit.