His fingers dipped inside and he adjusted himself, stroking long and hard. Sin’s mouth dried up, and she forced her gaze upward.
“That suit is amazing.” His hand brushed her thigh, and he leaned forward to touch the edge of fabric. Her hips pushed forward, and he grazed the length of her swollen lips. Sin’s eyes drifted closed and his thumb whispered across the track her own had taken. Her breath caught in the back of her throat, and she moaned his name. Nowhere was safe. Not with the level of arousal she wore like a neon sign.
“This pretty skin is going to burn.” His voice was a whisper, another caress that matched the stroke of his thumb across her clit. Sin couldn’t formulate a single response when he touched her like that. All she could think about was his body on hers, in hers, driving her higher and higher to fill this need.
The click of the waitress’s heels yanked Sin from the clouded fog, and she smacked his hand playfully. “You’re not helping me get any work done.”
He grinned and leaned back, pulling a nearby towel over his massive erection just as the waitress arrived with their drinks and menus. Sin ordered a turkey club, and Tate ordered nachos. The waitress simpered over Tate’s order and he was sweet to her. After she left, Sin tipped her chin. “Does it ever get old?”
He stared at her for a very long time. Long enough for her to grow uncomfortable and fidget under his scrutiny. When he broke the gaze, he reached for the tall glass of iced tea and ran his finger down the glass’s condensation, leaving a trail. He lifted the finger to his lips and licked the dampness. He didn’t look at her when he answered. “Being a rock star is one of the most amazing jobs in the world.”
Sin waited, hearing the unfinished thought in his deep breath.
“And sometimes it’s the loneliest. I finally understand the saying about being alone in a room full of people.” He shrugged, then tipped his face to Sin and grinned a huge smile. “But then an ultra-hot woman with curves from here to Tuesday walks in and throws everything I have to offer right back in my face, shuns my offer of the best sex of her life, and makes me talk about it.”
Sin laughed and nudged his knee with hers. The feel of his sun-warmed skin set another thrill of lust skipping across her body. The waitress arrived with their food, and she smiled at Sin, clearly envious of her position. The denial of what they were doing formed on Sin’s lips but she didn’t lend voice to it.
Tate lifted a tortilla chip loaded with cheese and sour cream and jalapeños to his lips, holding Sin transfixed and mesmerized. He taunted her, pausing with the loaded nacho a breath from his mouth. She swallowed and lifted her chin a centimeter. Her tongue pressed against the back of her teeth.
He opened wider and settled the warm, melty cheese on his tongue, his eyes never leaving hers. Sin fidgeted.
Tate chewed and swallowed, then licked his thumb. Sin’s eyes dilated and she leaned forward just enough to shift the lounger. Tate paused and held his index finger out to her. Cheese and sour cream covered it to his first knuckle. Sin licked her lips and whimpered. The sun’s rays scorched her bottom but she didn’t care and the heat spiraling through her entire body was going to sunburn her from the inside out.
Tate licked a bit of cheese off the corner of his mouth.
Sin leaned closer until the tip of his finger brushed her lips. There would be no turning back now. If she did this, she was undoing every single barrier she’d managed to erect over the length of the tour. Her eyes fluttered and Tate pushed forward, driving his finger deep into her mouth. Sin’s sucked him hard, her tongue swirling and licking.
Tate moaned, and Sin pulled him deeper. Every bit of the desire she thought she’d tamped earlier surged up inside her like a monsoon. She would never get enough of him. Tate’s other hand traveled up her thigh and cupped her ass. Sin wanted his hands everywhere. She sucked him far beyond getting the food, but she couldn’t stop. She wanted to suck the rest of him until she tasted him at the back of her throat.
He withdrew his finger and trailed the damp tip across her cheek and down her cleavage. Sin arched her back, pressing her warm breasts forward until they swallowed his finger well past the second knuckle. Tate moaned again and licked his lips. He fucked her breasts with his finger, pushing in and out, driving both of them wild with desire. Sin needed his cock there. Needed it everywhere. Needed it touching every single inch of her body.
“Jesus, Sin.” Tate yanked his hand back and crashed back against the lounge, rocking their bodies. Sin panted and looked up at him. His chest heaved with breath too, and she smiled. Good. At least he was as out of control as she felt.
He palmed his erection and rearranged it until it didn’t tent his trunks quite so obviously. Sin sucked her lower lip and tried to stop staring at the size of him, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away. God, she needed him.
“Come here.” Tate lifted his feet and wrapped them around her hips until his heels dug into her meat of her ass.
Her pussy clenched at the mere suggestion that she could come right here and now on the spot, but given one more round of his hands touching her, and she’d orgasm right here for the whole world to see. Only a few feet separated them but it felt like an unavoidable chasm. If she walked this tightrope stretched over the Grand Canyon, the way back would no longer exist. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Sin scanned the pool area, but they were alone. Sometime while he was sending her into orbit, the few people who’d ventured out for some sun had retreated back inside. Maybe they’d been making a scene, but whatever the reason, she didn’t care. Her reasoning faltered and even though she’d managed to voice a rebuttal, any reservations she had would crumble like a dried up leaf in an autumn wind at the slightest touch of Tate’s body against hers.
She eyed the empty lounger beside Tate and fanned her face. Maybe if she could get away from him she could remember what they’d been talking about. She was sure there were other questions she wanted to ask, if not for herself, then for the fans.
Or maybe she had that backward. Maybe she really wanted to know more about what made Tate tick so that when he was deep inside her she could justify why she’d finally given in. She still wanted him to tell her something awful that would lessen her desire for her, but every single thing he gave her only made her want him more.
“Sin.”
She looked up and inhaled swiftly at the overt look of lust on his face. Oh, she wanted to bury that beautiful face between her thighs and ride him to heaven. She swallowed and managed to not dive backward into the pool to cool herself off. If she was going to have any sort of coherent conversation, she was going to need to take an ice shower and sit across the room from him from now on.
“Sin.” His voice was a thrust against her drenched pussy, begging for entry. Sin wanted him there. So bad. Oh, so bad.
“Turn around and scoot up here so I can at least put sunscreen on you.” His voice was a whispered command that Sin couldn’t have resisted if she wanted to. Obeying, she crawled up the lounger and settled her wide hips between his thighs, parting them so he pressed tightly against her skin. It was nearly enough to make her drip all over the woven texture of the lounger pressing against her bottom.
Tate squirted a handful of sunscreen into his hand and slowly dragged his palm across her skin. He started at her neck, kneading his fingers into her taught muscles and sliding his hands across her lotion-slicked skin. Down her arms, over her hands and between her fingers. He slid his hands up and down over hers, letting his long fingers press between hers, managing somehow to fuck her fingers like he’d done to her cleavage. Sin pressed her eyes tightly closed and tried to control the orgasm building and spiraling and torturing her swollen clit. Her fingers twitched and she needed something pressed against her or she was going to die.
Down, his hands moved across the front of her chest, slipping in and out of her cleavage again, brushing the edge of her suit, but never entering, only teasing. Again and again, he pressed against the barrier of fabric, promis
ing each time to slip beneath and take her nipple. Sin moaned and squirmed beneath his touch, desperate for the feel of him against her puckered flesh.
He pressed her shoulders forward so she leaned away from him and he squirted more sunscreen into his palm. This time he traveled over her spine, lavishing attention on those tight muscles, pressing away the old tension and strain while somehow creating a new sexual tension that twisted Sin’s entire body up into one giant sex pretzel. His thumbs pressed against every vertebrae, then slipped lower and lower until she was sure he’d breach the bottom of her suit and take her from behind. But again, he teased, rubbing his slick fingers along the edge, dipping into the bit of crack that her suit couldn’t handle, but no further. Sin gasped as he pressed between the two halves of her flesh, needing him to dive deeper, to penetrate her so good, so hard. But he didn’t. His middle finger rotated in a slow circle, dipping in and out of the crack, but no matter how much she wiggled, he stayed only on the skin she’d chosen to reveal.
More sunscreen and this time his hands moved around the front of her stomach and over the curves of her breast that spilled out the sides. The hard edges of his fingers pressed into her flesh and tugged her backward until her back finally settled against his chest. Sin lifted her arms and curled her fingers around the back of his neck. Tate’s hands roamed over every inch of exposed skin, between her breasts, across her stomach, swirling over her belly button and lower to the wide triangle of her bottoms. She lifted her hips, begging him to touch her, but he gently stroked the entire length of her leopard print, pressing hard at the corner of each hip, promising her what it would feel like when he gripped her so hard and drove deep into her until she couldn’t take any more.
Sin moaned and widened her thighs, but Tate refused the invitation. Her toe caught the towel on the neighboring lounger and she flipped it up so it landed on her knee. Lowering one hand, Sin tugged the towel higher and draped it across her lap, then pressed her hips backward until Tate’s cock buried deep between the two halves. He groaned, and she rotated in a large, slow circle. His fingers stilled, and he pressed his entire palm deep into her belly and held her against his erection as he pushed forward, stroking deep and hard against Sin’s ass. His fingers finally dipped into her bottoms, and the first touch of his finger against her clit sent Sin into orbit. She moaned and a thousand fireworks exploded behind her lids. Her fingers found his knee and she gripped hard, her body convulsing and when he slid inside her, Sin bit her lip to contain the scream. He pushed against her with the same rhythm of his finger, but Sin couldn’t tell them apart. From behind and in front he rode her as she came, expanding the orgasm until she felt like he could split her apart with the massiveness of his cock. She held onto his legs for dear life and her entire body shuddered with the explosiveness. But he wouldn’t let her go. As it began to ebb, he pressed harder against her, and slipped another finger inside.
He held her until the rocking convulsions stopped, then stilled, his cock still hard and pulsing against her ass. “Please let me take you upstairs.”
Sin shook her head. Somehow being out here, she could convince herself that they hadn’t yet crossed the uncrossable line. “We can’t.” Desire drenched her bottoms and his hand again.
Tate inhaled deep, like he could smell her need. He twisted his head and buried his face in the damp hair at her neck. “Sin, I’m not taking no for an answer. I can’t. I’m a walking hard-on. Please.”
There was no undoing the miles they’d already traveled. She couldn’t leave him with the worst case of blue-balls. At a minimum, she needed to suck him off and give him the same world-shattering orgasm he’d blessed her with. They definitely couldn’t do that out here.
And honestly, that wasn’t going to be enough.
They only had a six-day break here in the Keys. Six days that she needed to spend alone, working through all the material she’d gathered during the tour. Six days she couldn’t spend with Tate. Six days . . .
His thumb swirled over her clit, and she clenched around his fingers.
Six days.
“Sin?”
“Yes. Please, yes, Tate.”
“Please what, Sin?” His breath trailed over her skin like another cock rubbing, pressing, demanding.
“Please fuck me.”
TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK THREE: Sinful Incitation - Volume 3
Sinful Incitation
CHAPTER ONE
Tate’s arm tightened around Sin, and he swung them both off the lounger. Sin’s knees were Jell-O, and she clung to him. She glanced at her stuff covering the three chairs and had no idea how she was going to manage getting it all back up to her room while she kept every possible inch of her body touching Tate’s.
He pressed against her backside, his thick cock hard against the small of her back. She nearly collapsed and made him take her right there, poolside. His lips grazed her shoulder, and she purred.
“We need to carry all this stuff up, babe. Can you walk?”
She shook her head and he chuckled, dragging his lips across her shoulder. “Two minutes, Sin. Give me two minutes, and I’m going to take you to places you’ve never even dreamed of.
Sin sighed and pushed her ass back against him. He drove into her then pushed her gently away. “Here, carry these.” He loaded her arms with her computer and notes, and he grabbed her bag. Slipping an arm around her waist, he guided her quickly out of the pool area and directly to the elevator. Sin quivered with the anticipation as the elevator doors slid shut, but Tate just touched her with his gaze, lowering it slowly to each section of her exposed skin, trailing it across the curve of her breasts, touching it gently to her nape, then down again, over her shoulders and elbows. Every time his attention strayed to her bottoms, he jerked it upward to her eyes. Sin wasn’t sure if he wanted to toy with her, or needed to know that she was still watching him, but she never missed a collision. Every time he swept his eyes up, she was there to meet him, her own burning with an overheated sense of lust and desire that nearly made her incoherent.
The elevator finally announced their floor, and Sin hesitated. She wasn’t sure which room they were going to—not that it mattered, but she needed to drop off all this stuff.
“Will you come to my room?”
Sin licked her lips and nodded. She was going to come all over his room if he’d let her. At the door, he held it and ushered her through, then settled her bag against a small table by the door and she did the same. Arms free, she turned to him and Tate hesitated for only an instant, as if he couldn’t believe they were finally going to do what he’d been begging for.
He stepped slowly into her space, settling his palms against hers and lifting them to his shoulders. Sin melted against him. A rush of desire drenched her suit again, and she rubbed the wetness against Tate’s thick erection. Two simple sheets of fabric separated their bodies, and Sin could barely stand it. She needed him in her, on her, behind her, everywhere. Tate lifted his fingers to her cheek, and he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. The tenderness of his touch sent sparks of desire shooting across Sin’s skin. She turned her face into his palm and kissed it.
“You are so fucking sexy.” Tate’s fingers trailed around her ear and down her neck to the tie of her suit. Sin’s skin vibrated with the anticipation of him seeing her naked again. Last time she’d done it to get what she wanted, and this time she did it because she needed him to see her, to want her, to take her.
Tate took half a step back and tugged. Her breasts spilled out of the fabric and bounced heavily. His nostrils flared, and he licked his lips. Sin chewed on her lower one and waited for him to react. Reverently, he lifted the first one, then palmed the other one. Her nipples jutted hard against his hands. She’d never been so aroused by the simple touch on her breasts. Tate traced the circle of her nipple, then stroked the bright white lines of her stretch marks that she’d had since Junior High. “Tiger stripes,” he purred and slid his hands to her back again to tug the final tie loose.
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br /> The leopard print top drifted to the floor and he skated his fingertips down the curve of her waist and over the swell of her thighs. His touch tickled and aroused at the same time. Sin was going to explode any second. Tate touched the side of her bottoms, and Sin moaned. This was it, there was no turning back. She palmed him through his swim trunks, and his head fell back. She hadn’t touched him with her hand until now and, holy-fuck-me, he was huge. Tate yanked her bottoms down and crashed to his knees. Sin spread her thighs, and Tate’s tongue lapped at her wetness, then dove deep inside. She gripped the top of his hair and fought to stay on her feet. Tate’s fingers dug into the sides of her leg, barely keeping her upright. As amazing as this was, the need that threatened to overtake her wasn’t going to be sated by his tongue. She needed that giant cock fucking her right this very instant.
“Tate. I said fuck me.”
He pressed deeper, suckling and driving her slowly out of her mind. She threw her head back and pulled his hair. “Pleasepleaseplease.”
He chuckled against her clit, then sucked it hard, jolting a torpedo of desire straight into Sin. She moaned loudly.
He stood and suckled her earlobe, then entwined their fingers and led her through the penthouse. She hadn’t even managed to look at anything, and she wasn’t about to start now. At the back of the suite, he paused at the foot of a massive bed, and dropped his trunks.
Sin’s eyes bugged at the thick beauty of his cock, straight and proud and bobbing gently as he walked toward her. “I’m going to fuck you now, Sin. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and long and slow. Is that what you want?”
Her knees buckled but Tate caught her and twisted, lowering her to the soft mattress. Her senses were on complete overload and all she could think about was finally getting a release from the torture that had plagued her for weeks . . . months, really.
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