Rock Me Two Times

by Dawn Ryder

  Sweat was popping out all over her skin. Her nipples contracted into tight little pebbles. She was straining toward him.

  “Not yet, baby.”

  He sounded like he was a thread away from losing control. She slapped his shoulder.

  “Yes…now,” she insisted.

  He rose up off of her, enraging her with the separation. “Don’t tease me, Syon.”

  He flattened his hand on her belly, easily putting her back on the bed. “You’re not ready yet.”

  “I’ve never been so ready.” She was pretty sure she was baring her teeth at him, but she didn’t give a rat’s ass. “Get your cock out.”

  He reached down and opened his pants. She froze, mesmerized by the idea of getting a look at what she’d thought about so vividly. Time was moving like molasses, flowing in a thick, sweet ooze that tantalized her senses.

  “Like this?” He’d opened his fly and reached inside. She’d never realized what a turn-on it could be to see a man handling his own cock. Syon pulled his length into view, his fingers just as hard as his penis. It was huge with thick veins running from head to base.

  “Yeah…like that…” She wanted to taste it, stroke it, lick it, but most of all, she wanted it deep inside her. She was spread wide-open and didn’t care a bit what she looked like. Just so long as she got what she wanted.

  “I want to fuck you, Kate.”

  He clasped his cock, the huge, swollen head making her insides ache. Her mouth was dry, and she had to lick her lips before forcing a word past them. “Yes.”

  It was more of a moan.

  A needy, hungry little plea.

  He leaned closer, guiding his cock toward her spread body. His forearm muscles were corded, the veins standing out as he touched his cockhead to her labia. She hooked her heels around his thighs, pulling him toward her, lifting her butt off the bed to get in position to take him.

  He thrust two thick fingers inside her instead.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” she demanded, her eyes popping open.

  He used his body to pin her down again, hovering over her lips as he worked his fingers in and out in a slow motion that was driving her mad.

  “Getting you ready, baby…and you aren’t ready…just yet.”

  “I sure as hell am!” she snarled, rolling her eyes at him.

  He bared his teeth at her in response. “Not until I find your G-spot.”

  He was stroking her insides, slowly teasing all sides of her passage and pausing when she gasped.

  “There it is…”

  She had no idea what he was saying. She was only aware of what his fingers were doing to her. He’d found some spot that pushed her into a completely new realm of sensation. It was so intense, she wasn’t sure if it was pleasure or pain. But the motions of his fingers made it impossible to clear enough of her mind to think about it.

  All she could was moan.

  And moan louder.

  She was being twisted and pulled and jerked from the inside out. Her clit was an insane throbbing point, wanting attention just as much as the spot Syon’s fingers were on. It was building, like the roar of a train coming down the track straight for her. She was lying across the tracks, waiting for impact, knowing that she was going to scream when it happened.

  “Now,” he snarled.

  She opened her eyes, trembling with excitement. She lifted her arms in welcome, but he didn’t press down on her. He lifted one of her legs and slid onto the edge of the bed. He pushed up against her, his legs scissored with hers, and drove his cock straight up to the spot he’d been massaging. Every thrust rubbed against her clit and finished with a hard connection to her G-spot.

  She strained toward him, desperate for the next thrust. Her heart felt like it was going to burst, and she didn’t give a damn if it did, so long as he kept moving, kept hammering into her, kept bringing her closer to the edge of oblivion.

  Sex had never felt so good.

  So absolutely necessary.

  There wasn’t a single force on the planet that would have gotten her to stop.

  It was obsession. Complete. Total. No holds barred.

  “Yes…” she yelled. “Oh…fuck…yes!”

  “Right there?” He ground himself into her so deep, his balls slapped against her thigh.

  “Yes!” There wasn’t any other word left in her vocabulary.

  She was twisting, straining against him, the bed rocking insanely as everything inside her ripped apart. Pleasure slammed into her harder than she’d ever experienced. She clamped him against her, her thighs burning with the effort.

  “Oh yeah!” he growled, pumping hard and deep into her. “Scream for me, baby…”

  She didn’t have any choice. Pleasure was searing through her. It was so intense, she cried out, feeling like her spine might just snap.

  He growled low and deep, his cock hard enough to break. He was stretching her, plunging deeper than anyone ever had, pumping into her harder and harder until he yelled. His come spurted inside her, sending another wave of pleasure through her. She started gasping for breath when it hit, and she flailed as it gripped her. Syon held her in place, pumping through his climax until he ground out a soft word of profanity.

  * * *

  “He was jerking my chain?”

  Kate winced. The question was a reminder of how reckless she’d just been.

  It was reality tsunami time.

  The impact was going to sting.

  “Does reality really have to return?” she asked.

  Syon stroked her back, moving his hand along her spine in a slow, sensual motion. It felt so tender, she buried her face in a pillow and just willed the night to swallow them.

  “Does it bug you that I didn’t use a condom?”

  She groaned. Feeling like her stupid level was at an all-time high.

  Syon snorted. “Yeah, color me a dumb ass.”

  “I’m on the pill but—”

  “I’m clean,” he offered. “Get tested every month, and you’re the first time I’ve ridden bareback.”

  She lifted her head and locked gazes with him. “Really?”

  He nodded, looking away for a moment. Syon was lying on a stack of oversize pillows, his bare chest a portrait of perfection.

  “Me too.”

  He looked back at her. “Then why the pill?”

  She smiled at him. “Most girls go on it to regulate their cycles, not so they can have unprotected sex. But I can see how you probably only meet the type who do it for the sex factor.”

  “Don’t discriminate against me because I’m a rock star. I know what a quality girl looks like. Why else would I ambush you into coming on tour with us?”

  She bit her lower lip, trying to decide if she wanted to go anywhere near that topic. He reached out and used his thumb to pull her lip from between her teeth.

  “It would have been within my contract rights to make the original artist produce more pieces.”

  Danger…

  Oh hell, she was in dangerous waters now. The kind that could get her a massive heartache.

  “I wanted the chance to get to know you. Couldn’t cancel the tour.” He shrugged, looking unrepentant.

  “So you…kidnapped me?” she asked.

  “Persuaded.”

  “Ambushed,” she corrected.

  His gaze lowered to her bare breasts. “You don’t look too unhappy for a captive.”

  “I was pretty pissed off a little bit ago,” she reminded him. “And great sex doesn’t trump that issue.”

  His expression became guarded. There was a hint of stubble on his face, giving him a less-than-civilized look. It made him seem more male, if such a thing were possible. One thing it definitely did was blur the line between what she thought she wanted from relationships and what was making her blood boil. He was pushing her out of her comfort zones, and she’d be a liar if she didn’t admit she liked it.

  “It did,” he said in a low whisper.

  The intensity i
n his tone touched something deep inside her.

  “Did…what?”

  “Hurt. Seeing you on the back of that dude’s bike…the sight…tore something,” he offered at last, his jaw tight with the admission.

  At least she wasn’t alone.

  That thought sent a tingle of guilt through her. “Conan was just taking advantage of the opening you gave him to dick with you. He’s the sort who thrives on that kind of buzz.”

  “Where were you going with him?”

  His gaze had slipped down to her breasts. Hunger softened his features as he reached out and cupped one. She still had on her thin chemise top, and she really loathed it just then, because it left her wide-open. His fingers sent a thrill through her, her skin ultra-aware of the connection. Her heart was accelerating.

  “Where?”

  “Ummm…” She tried to keep her brain from disengaging. “Just dinner. He’s a client and noticed I was in the area. He called and asked me to share supper with him.”

  His expression tightened again. “And you just agreed to take off with him?”

  She sat up, removing his hand from her breast so she could think.

  “I wasn’t going to wait around here when Cid said you weren’t coming for a fitting. It felt like…moping. And I didn’t like knowing you were avoiding me just because I didn’t have sex with you on the first date. You shouldn’t have been pissed because I wanted to stick to my standards.”

  “I wasn’t pissed.” He sat up. She felt a charge in the air between them; her belly tightened.

  “Yes you were.”

  “Only at myself.” He folded his legs back, leaning toward her.

  Her mouth went dry. He looked like he was getting ready to lunge at her. But he gripped the bedding, his knuckles turning white.

  “Because I shouldn’t have ripped into you about my own insecurities regarding people seeing me as a meal ticket.” His eyes narrowed. “As for ditching the fitting, guilty as charged. But I was a little afraid I wouldn’t be able to keep my mouth off yours and you’d jab me with a pin.”

  She snorted at the image. “Might have used my scissors.”

  His gaze settled on her mouth. “I love the way you taste. It’s annoying how much I think about it.”

  “Gee. Thanks.” Her words might have been flippant, but her tone was husky.

  Damn.

  She just couldn’t help it. There was something about the way he was looking at her—his jaw tight with frustration over the way she affected him—that set her blood on fire. It was the sort of thing warm, fuzzy words could never convey.

  It was raw.

  Savage.

  And it curled her toes.

  She rolled over and stood up with some notion of escaping the potent storm of stimulation she was stuck in, but her damned knees wobbled. The bed moved, and a second later Syon closed his arms around her and pulled her back onto the foot of the mattress.

  “Syon—”

  “Shhhh… I didn’t mean to freak you out,” he said.

  “I didn’t say—”

  He covered her lips with his hand, sealing her retort inside her mouth.

  “It knocks me for a loop too, the intensity between us. So do me a favor and don’t deny it. I don’t need to feel like a wimp,” he said, trying to placate her.

  She sighed. “Like that could ever happen.”

  He nuzzled against her neck for a moment, his breath warm and setting off a swarm of tremors that raced down her skin. “I’m getting the feeling neither of us has any idea how to deal with the way we react to each other.”

  She swallowed but couldn’t quite get the lump out of her throat. He was dead on the nail head, and it made her feel like she was standing on the edge of a cliff.

  For a moment, he held her. She wiggled, because there was something about his embrace that was just so damned…tender.

  She was pretty sure she couldn’t deal with tender from him. He’d already melted his way through her common sense, her reservations, and she didn’t need him blowing a hole straight into her heart.

  “Conan’s okay. He told the cops we were rehearsing for a video.”

  He nuzzled against her neck, licking her skin and setting off a ripple of sensation.

  “Taz is an asshole for handcuffing me to the bed.”

  Syon shifted and pulled her top off. He chucked it across the room, but the moment he released it, the thin fabric fluttered like a butterfly on its way to the floor.

  “Taz is just calling what he sees.” He was wrapped around her again, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples with his thumbs. “Not his fault we’re both uncomfortable with the charge between us.”

  Her body was starting to pulse again, her clit aching.

  “I can’t do that again. At least, not right now.”

  He smoothed his hands down her arms. “Got to work up to it this time…”

  His voice was a dark whisper. He placed her hands on the foot rail of the bed and grasped her hips, raising them so he could get behind her.

  “Seriously, Syon. I can’t take that intensity again…not just yet.”

  “Trust me, baby…you can, with the right coaxing.” He held her hips and teased the opening of her body with the tip of his cock. “I’m a lot better at sex than not being a dick.”

  She scoffed at him.

  He chuckled, flattening one hand on her belly. “You’re so damned wet.”

  She was.

  And hungry for more.

  “Ready for me,” he rasped against her ear. The head of his cock slid through her folds, slipping easily through the wet flesh.

  A moan got past her lips before she even realized it was coming.

  “Very ready,” he told her in a tone that was edged with dominance. He thrust into her from behind. “I’ve done my homework, baby…”

  He settled deeply inside her, letting her adjust to having him there.

  “All the little facts about sex…”

  He pulled loose and thrust forward again, his pace smooth and slow. He massaged her belly, working his fingers closer and closer to her throbbing clit. Driving her wild with anticipation.

  “Read all the studies on what women say they want…”

  He teased her slit, slipping into the wet folds on his way to her clitoris.

  “You make me sound like a test subject.”

  He caught her earlobe between his lips. She shuddered, lifting her bottom for his next thrust, astounded by just how good it felt. He was stroking all around her clit with his fingers, without actually touching it. Need was building up inside her again, the pinching ache leaving her as he slowly rode her from behind.

  “I don’t want to just fuck you.”

  His fingertip was maddeningly close to her clit. She curled forward, trying to get it on top of the throbbing mass of nerve endings. He kept her in place by cupping her mons.

  “It worked for me,” she said, breathless again.

  “I want more than that.” His tone had hardened. “So do you.”

  Her brain tried to reengage. “Syon—”

  He fingered her clit, and she was jerked away from reality with a jolt.

  “Just…shut up…and feel, baby.” His voice was strained, his pace increasing. “I want to make you feel…as insane as you make me feel,” he rasped against her ear.

  She sank back down into the waves of need and sensation. She didn’t think she’d ever been so wet. He was gliding in and out of her, his cock harder than she’d believed possible.

  It made her shudder.

  And gasp.

  The bed was rocking again, squeaking as he gripped her hips and started hammering her. He was adjusting her position, slowly changing the angle until she gasped.

  “There it is…” he groaned, tightening his hold when she would have squirmed away from the sheer intensity. He held her steady and thrust straight back into her G-spot.

  “I don’t think…” She was panting, sweat trickling down her sides.

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nbsp; “That’s the idea.”

  He was using short thrusts against that spot inside her, making sure he didn’t withdraw too much and lose connection with it.

  She lost the ability to form thoughts again, tossed back into the vortex of churning need. Her heart was hammering again, making her pant as she shoved herself back into every thrust. She had never realized how sensitive her body was. She felt every last millimeter of his cock. Her body made wet sounds as he moved.

  “Oh…yeah…” he ground out, his grip tightening on her hips.

  The hold sent a thrill through her that made her shudder. She felt captured, controlled, and yet unleashed. He was dominating her but freeing her too. The contrast was extreme, and she ended up yelling as climax tore through her once more. This time, she actually felt her body tightening around his length, gripping his cock as pleasure reduced her to a moaning pile of quivering flesh.

  “That’s it…yeah…that’s it!”

  He was pumping a second load into her. His come hot against her insides. He held her with a hard grip on her hips as the last shot of his seed spurted into her, keeping her in place for that last moment while he was suspended between breaths.

  He cussed when he drew breath again. The bed bounced as he flopped over onto his back and pulled her with him until they were laying sideways, most of the pillows on the floor. Their breathing was as rough as the air-conditioning that hummed in the background.

  Epic.

  Just…epic.

  Chapter 4

  Her belly growled long and low.

  Kate stretched out her leg and pushed her face into the pillow, still feeling like movement was beyond her.

  The bed moved, and she jerked up, her eyes widening when she caught sight of the naked man in bed with her.

  More like naked god…

  Syon was bare-assed and completely lickable. From his rumpled hair to his tight backside.

  He reached over and grabbed the phone on the nightstand. “Send up some chow. Just a bunch of breakfast plates. Little of everything.”

  Someone said something on the other end of the line. He frowned. “Check the room number, buddy. This is the penthouse floor. I don’t care what time of day it is. Make it happen if you want your tips.”

  He dropped the phone and wiped his eyes before grinning at her. He pushed his hair out of his face, looking like a gigantic golden bear.