“I needed to do that before we get to my room,” he confessed in a rough voice as he guided me down the hall with his hand on my lower back again.
“Why?” I asked, sounding somewhat dazed from our brief kiss.
“You are far too much temptation,” he admitted as he pulled out his keycard to open the door. “Having you in my room is going to be hell on my self-control.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” I told him just before I walked past him into his room.
When I turned to Gage, he was leaning against the door, regarding me with a strange expression on his face. With a shake of his head, he moved across the room to the desk and flipped through the binder. “What are you in the mood for? The room service menu isn’t too bad. There are also a few delivery services in the area, so I can get just about anything you want.
“I had something else in mind,” I purred, coming up behind Gage to slip my arms around his waist. “You should kiss me again.”
Gage groaned before responding. “Are you trying to torture me?”
“Torture you?” I asked with a soft laugh, releasing his waist and taking a step back.
When Gage turned to face me, I saw his confusion. “I need you to help me out here, Bentley,” he began. “You went from not wanting to talk to me again to coming to my hotel room for sex. That is what you’re asking for, right? I didn’t make an ass out of myself by assuming that’s what you want, did I? Christ, you throw me off.”
I smiled because I liked that Gage was uncomfortable around me. It put us on more even footing. “Are you saying you aren’t interested?” I knew he was interested. The bulge in his jeans was proof of his arousal.
“I’m very interested,” he assured me. “After what I said, I just want to make sure you don’t think that’s all I’m interested in.”
It was time to be blunt with Gage and make sure he knew my intentions.
“I’m only here for sex,” I stated. “Nothing more.”
Chapter 17
Gage
I stared at her, not sure how to respond. This wasn’t the first time a woman had offered sex with no strings attached. I got some groupies looking for more, but most simply wanted a hookup. That worked well for me since I wasn’t looking for more. At least, I hadn’t been looking for more.
With Bentley standing in my hotel room in a little black dress that did nothing to hide her curves, it was hard to think with the brain above my belt. I’d known she was hot as fuck before, but seeing her like this made me want to run my hands over every delectable inch of her body. She’d made it clear she’d let me do that.
“This isn’t a good idea.” As those words left my mouth, I could practically hear my dick screaming. It throbbed against my zipper.
“Why not?” she asked with a smile that told me she knew I had no good response.
“I want to,” I assured her, before taking her hand and guiding her farther into the room. “We should talk.” I was glad I had a suite. This conversation would be easier away from a bed. I sat beside her on the sofa and did my best to avoid looking at her bare legs—no easy task with her dress riding up when she sat down. Her hand was still in mine, and I wasn’t inclined to release it. I cleared my throat and began. “Staying here is a bad idea. Let’s go out. I’ll buy you dinner. We can talk, and I can remind you I’m more than the jerk who insulted you earlier today.”
Bentley pulled her hand away and placed it on her lap. “This isn’t a date,” she began.
“Then what is it?” I asked, even knowing it was a stupid question. The woman had already said she was at my room for sex and nothing more. “Never mind. I get it. You want to hookup with a rock star.” There was no keeping the bitterness from my voice. She’d seemed different. I wanted her to be different.
Bentley sighed. “I want you, Gage. This is about my attraction to you. I’m definitely not into rock stars.”
“Are you sure this isn’t about what I said earlier?” I asked.
“Not really,” she replied. “I’m not completely over that, but it wouldn’t matter if I was. Your lifestyle isn’t for me. I’ve had my share of the spotlight with that ridiculous tabloid story. There’s also no way we could start something with you about to leave for a tour. Even after your tour, we live too far apart. We can’t date. We were crazy for even considering it.”
I let out a frustrated sigh. She was right. As much as I wanted to argue, I’d be gone for more than three months. We had a rigorous schedule of recording and then the tour. This was no way to start a relationship. “You’re right,” I admitted. “I’m not sure what I was thinking.”
“Are you going to ask me to leave?” she asked with a sweet smile that reminded me of all the reasons I’d wanted to date her to begin with. Bentley was different from the groupies who wanted to ride my dick so they could brag to their friends. Bentley didn’t want to sleep with me because I was in a band. She was here for me, in spite of the fact that I was in a band.
I should send her away. Why tease myself with something I couldn’t have? I wasn’t foolish enough to believe one night would get her out of my system. My every instinct told me having her would only increase my desire. I suspected she’d be like a drug. Still, I couldn’t send her away.
“I’m definitely not going to ask you to leave,” I assured her, as I stood and reached out a hand to her.
Chapter 18
Bentley
When Gage hesitated to take me up on my offer, I was certain he was going to send me away. It was obvious Gage wanted me, but it was also clear this wasn’t how he’d pictured the evening going. I was relieved when he finally agreed.
Placing my hand in his, I allowed Gage to help me to my feet. Standing directly in front of him, I breathed in, savoring his spicy cologne. One of his arms moved around my lower back as he cradled my face with his other hand. His lips brushed against mine. Once. Twice. Then they were gone.
I moaned. That simple touch, combined with two weeks of unwelcome dreams of Gage, left me aching for more.
“Here’s the deal, beautiful,” he began, leaning in close to my lips again. “You said one night. I want the whole night. I want to savor every delectable inch of your body multiple times.”
“What if I don’t agree to stay the whole night?” I asked, meeting his eyes.
Gage chuckled. “You’ll agree. Don’t pretend your panties aren’t wet from imagining all the things I’m going to do to you.” His lips brushed against mine before he continued. “Think about all the times I’m going to make you come.”
“Oh God,” I practically whimpered. His claim might sound arrogant, but he was right.
“The whole night?” he pushed.
I nodded, and Gage gave me a triumphant grin before he scooped me up in his arms, laughing at my squeal of surprise. “You’d better speak up now if you want me to order food first. Otherwise, I plan to have you out of this dress in the next five minutes.”
“I like that option better,” I assured him.
“Good answer,” he uttered as he carried me toward the bedroom.
He set me on my feet beside the bed and kissed me. This time, there was no holding back; his tongue thrust past my lips to explore my mouth. My own hands tangled in his messy hair as he pulled me against his body. Even with three-inch heels on my shoes, Gage was still a few inches taller than me.
I moaned as his tongue stroked mine while his hand moved to the zipper on the back of my dress. I shivered slightly when the cool breeze from the air conditioner made contact with my skin. It was a real contrast from the heat emanating from Gage’s body.
Releasing his hair, I slid both my hands under his shirt, exploring the contours of his abdominal muscles. Gage pulled back from our kiss, his eyes remaining closed.
“Your hands feel so fucking good on my body,” he rasped out.
“I want to touch you everywhere,” I admitted.
Opening his eyes, he smiled at me. “That’s supposed to be my line.”
H
e slid my dress down my body until it pooled around my feet. I stepped back and stood before him in nothing but my black lace bra, matching thong, and strappy black heels.
Gage’s eyes moved along my body, his breathing becoming labored as he drank in the sight of me. His gaze felt like a caress, increasing my arousal to the point where I shuddered. The air conditioning did nothing to cool my fevered flesh.
“You are so gorgeous,” he praised.
“It’s your turn,” I told him. “Why don’t you show me what you’re hiding in those jeans?”
Gage chuckled at my request. “I like the way you think,” he replied before slipping his shirt over his head and tossing it across the room while he toed off his shoes.
“Oh, wow,” I breathed out. His inked skin was gorgeous. When my eyes moved up to Gage’s face, I expected to find a cocky grin, instead, his lips were slightly parted and his eyes were dark with desire.
“You keep looking at me that way, and I’m going to have trouble going slow with you,” he warned.
“I’m not sure I could handle slow,” I admitted, my eyes moving to his hands as they worked to undo his belt.
“That sounds like a challenge,” he mused. He was obviously teasing me. There was no way a man needed to move that slowly when pulling down a zipper. The jeans slid down his legs until he stood before me in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.
Gage gave me no time to enjoy the view. His lips found mine again as one hand cupped my ass, pulling me closer to his erection. With his dick pressed against my belly, I was aching to have it between my legs. His tongue glided along mine as he bent his knees slightly to press his dick against my clit. I whimpered and rocked against his erection, longing for even more contact.
By the time he broke the kiss, I was dizzy from lust. Gage reached down to grab a condom from his wallet. He tossed it on the bed and then took my hand again, bringing it to his lips in a surprisingly sweet gesture.
“I’ve dreamed about you for almost two weeks,” he told me as he lifted me from the ground again, this time to set me on the bed. “Even when I was sure I’d never get to have you, I couldn’t get you out of my mind.” He crawled between my legs and stared down at me. “And now you’re mine.”
I placed my hands on his chest to stop him when he started to lean forward. “Just for tonight,” I reminded him. The possessiveness in Gage’s eyes made me worry he’d forgotten our deal.
He nodded, catching my hands and pinning them above my head. His mouth hovered over mine as he uttered, “Just for tonight, but don’t forget that you are all mine tonight. No holding back.”
His lips claimed mine again. The kiss, combined with the delicious weight of his body pinning me to the bed, made me forget any concerns I had. Gage’s possessiveness was turning me on. For tonight, I could belong to him. I could let go of all my inhibitions.
My legs wrapped around Gage’s waist as I struggled to press against his body. His hands finally released mine, and I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging in slightly. Gage’s lips drifted away from mine and moved to my jaw.
“I want to know how those sexy as fuck shoes of yours look on my shoulders,” he rasped out.
The only response I could manage was a needy whimper. Between Gage’s words and his lips moving along my neck, I was unable to form a sentence. His lips continued to trail down my body, stopping so his tongue could glide along my erect nipples trapped behind the lace. Thankfully, he didn’t tease me too long. He undid the front closure, freeing my breasts.
“Perfect,” he uttered before taking one aching nipple between his lips and sucking. My back arched to bring me closer.
“More,” I pleaded. “Your mouth feels so good.”
Gage pulled back and blew on my sensitive nipple. “You like this?” he asked before drawing my other nipple into his mouth and biting down gently.
This time, I practically screamed out, “Yes!” I’d never been bitten during sex before, and it surprised me how much I enjoyed his teeth on my sensitive skin.
His tongue moved along the tip of my erect nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. I felt his hand slide between my legs, to stroke the fabric of my panties. Without thinking, my feet moved. Gage’s hiss alerted me that my heels were pressing into his ass.
“I’m sorry,” I said quickly before pulling them away.
“Don’t,” Gage rasped out. His heated gaze met mine. “So fucking good.”
It seemed he was as incapable of forming coherent sentences as I was, and that turned me on even more.
“Please, touch me more,” I whimpered.
Gage made a sound similar to a growl before sitting back on his heels between my legs. Reaching forward, he literally tore my panties from my body and settled between my legs. His tongue stroked from my opening to my clit, and we both shuddered.
“You taste incredible,” he praised. His tongue slowly moved along my clit, coaxing out my response until my moans grew louder.
As he sucked my clit into his mouth, trapping the sensitive bud, I rocked against his face. His tongue flicked and swirled around my clit, drawing out new sensations with each touch.
I wasn’t sure I could take any more.
“You can take more,” Gage assured me, his warm breath fanning across my pussy. Until then, I hadn’t realized I’d spoken out loud. His tongue returned to my clit. This time, his strokes were softer. Rather than bringing me away from the edge, they held me there. Unable to come and desperate for release I was writhing and whimpering.
Gage bit down gently on my clit while two long fingers thrust into my body. I exploded, screaming and thrashing beneath him.
Chapter 19
Gage
Fuck me, Bentley was hot! Her uninhibited reactions had me ready to explode. After drawing out the last of her orgasm, I stripped out of my underwear and rolled on a condom. Bentley still looked a little dazed, but her eyes immediately moved to my dick. When she licked her lips, I almost groaned. I was definitely hoping to have that tongue slide along my cock, but not yet. First, I wanted in her tight pussy.
I wanted this first time to last longer, but Bentley had been challenging my resolve from the moment I’d touched her, so I wasn’t sure how successful I’d be. We had all night, I reminded myself. She might not be willing to give me more, but I would make the most of this one night.
Settling between her legs, I positioned the head of my dick at her entrance and pressed forward slowly. Residual spasms from her climax pulsed around me.
“Ah, fuck,” I uttered. “Your pussy feels too good.”
“More,” she demanded. “I need all of you.”
Her heels pressed against my ass, and I nearly lost it, surprised by how much I enjoyed the pain from her shoes digging into me. It wasn’t that I liked pain so much as I liked the evidence of how much she wanted me.
She was so tight, I was worried I’d hurt her if I moved too fast, so I kept my movements slow at first.
“You feel so good,” I praised as I continued to thrust into her body.
“Yes,” she practically screamed as more tiny spasms clutched my dick. It was like she was continuing to have mini-orgasms. Her legs relaxed, allowing me more room to move.
I had to slow things down. Pulling out until only my tip was still in her, I began to slowly slide back in. Bentley’s eyes drifted shut, and she let out a ragged moan as I repeated the process. I continued with slow, deep strokes until Bentley’s moans grew louder, and she gripped my dick tighter. Slipping my hands under her ass, I lifted her hips off the bed to change the angle before thrusting hard into her body. Her scream of ecstasy echoed across the walls, driving me even closer to the edge.
“Perfect,” I ground out. “I’m so close.”
“More,” Bentley pleaded. “Don’t hold back. Please, Gage.”
My balls were pulled tight against my body, and my own release was close. Settling her hips back onto the bed, I slid a hand between our bodies to stroke her clit—lightly at first to
make sure she wasn’t sore from her orgasm. When she responded with a loud moan, I stroked her clit faster as I continued to move inside her.
“That’s it,” I encouraged in a rough voice. “Come for me again.”
Her response was an inarticulate mewling sound, but I knew she was close. Finally, she came hard, the spasms bringing me to my own release as I called out her name. It was no lie; I’d never come that hard.
Chapter 20
Gage
“We should eat something,” I remarked. Lying on my side, I trailed my fingers along Bentley’s generous curves. After using up my single condom, we’d used the two in Bentley’s purse. At the very least, we needed more condoms. I wasn’t even close to having my fill of her yet.
“Hmmm,” she replied.
I chuckled. “Was that a yes or a no?”
“I am hungry, but I’m not sure I want to get out of bed,” she admitted.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything,” I assured her as I slipped out of bed and walked across the room. When I looked over my shoulder, I found her watching me. “See something you like?”
“I’ve already demonstrated how much I like what I see,” was her reply.
“You certainly have,” I agreed. I grabbed the binder with the room service menu and returned to the bed. “Order anything you want.”
Bentley looked at the menu. “Oh! They have all day breakfast.”
I laughed at her enthusiasm. “So, now I know breakfast is the key to your heart. One of my closest friends is like that. He’s into waffles and coffee.”
“He should meet my friend, Cami,” she remarked. “She makes the best waffles I’ve ever tasted. She also worked as a barista when we were in college.”
“Xan would probably propose to her on the spot,” I mused.
“Ah, so you’re talking about Xander from your band,” she deduced.
“That’s right,” I confirmed.
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