You Shook Me All Night Long (Scorned Lovers Book 1)

by Simone Harlow

  Those big eyes were glazed with passion. “Why?”

  “We have a lot of territory to cover.”

  She took a step back and smiled. “Am I the Amazon?”

  “Yeah.” He liked that she could be silly. “That’s a real pretty dress.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Let’s get you out of it.”

  Her hands shook as she reached around her body.

  Travis grabbed her wrists. “I want to take your clothes off for you.”

  “You do?” Her tone was husky.

  The corner of his mouth lifted. “Yeah you’re like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one.”

  “That makes me feel special.”

  What man didn’t want to make her feel special? Slowly he pushed the curtain of dark hair aside. He put his fingers on her neck and slowly drew them down over her smooth porcelain skin. He heard the hint of a sigh from her and he smiled. She may not have a lot of experience, but she was certainly responsive. He’d take that any day over experience. Finally, he reached the zipper and slowly eased it down to the curve of her beautiful round ass. Hooking his thumbs in the straps of her dress, he pulled it down over her arms. Her skin was flawless, the alabaster only broken by the tiny red bow of her thong. He tugged down again and watched as the black material slid silently over her slender curves. Studying the tiny string that disappeared between the plump globes of her butt, he felt his cock get harder. He palmed one of those supple cheeks in his hand. Jesus Christ, her ass was sublime. Travis just had to taste her; he put his mouth on her neck and trailed kisses down her spine to the small of her back until he was on his knees. He nipped her butt cheek and heard her give a yelp but she didn’t move away. He smiled against her skin and ran his hands up her thighs and around her body. He held her hips and explored her backside with his mouth. He could almost imagine the scandalized look on her face. God, she smelled like flowers and vanilla. He could almost taste her arousal. Travis leaned back and slowly turned her around. He was staring right at her pussy. He looked up at her and she had her arms over her breasts, her skin flushed. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on her silk-covered mound while looking up at her. Her whole body was trembling, but not in fear. He saw the desire blazing in her eyes. Her beautiful mouth was open as though she was panting.

  Reaching up, he took the strings of her thong and eased the scrap of material over her hips and down her long legs. She lifted each of her feet and he took the thong off and tossed it over his shoulder. Then he leaned over and kissed her mound. Goosebumps rose on her skin and he could smell desire, feel her heat. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to explode. There was something about a woman wearing only a pair of decadent high heels that did things to a man’s head. God, he missed this. He stopped himself from sampling her just yet; he wanted to spend the next two days just kissing that soft mouth. Who was he kidding; he wanted her pussy, the whole package.

  Slowly he worked his mouth up her body, the quivering stomach, and her silky covered ribs until he got to her arms folded over her chest. He stood and put his hands on her wrists and stared into her brown eyes. “I need to see you. All of you.”

  Vivienne nodded and her body relaxed.

  He lowered her wrists until her arms were at her sides. He lowered his gaze until they landed on her breasts. They were perfect. High and firm, they were round and pale skinned with cherry red nipples. He brushed his hand over one hardened peak. Then bent his head and took the tip between his lips and sucked gently.

  She sighed.

  Travis sucked her into his mouth harder and he felt her grab his arm, digging her nails into his flesh. There was a part of him that wondered if he could get her off by just sucking her nipple. He nipped the tip and she shuddered. Oh hell yeah, he thought. Raising his head, he walked her back until her knees were against the bed. All he would have to do was just push her over. “Sit.”

  “Don’t you want me to take off my shoes?”

  “Hell no.”

  She gave him a strange look, but she sat down on the bed.

  “Scoot back and lay down.”

  She did.

  Travis unwrapped the towel and let it slide down over his skin.

  Vivienne’s eyes went to his dick and they widened. “Oh my,” she giggled like a naughty school girl.

  He smiled. She liked what she saw.

  She bit her bottom lip.

  Quickly he reached into the night stand, got a condom out, and put it on. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stop once he got next to her naked skin. Slowly, he spread her legs. He could see the wetness on her pussy lips. Damn she was so ready for him. He could just dive right in and start swimming, but he wanted to take his time with her. Tonight was all about her. He put his knee between her spread legs and bent over until his lips were just above her soft mouth. His hair caressed her cheeks and she reached up and ran her fingers through the almost dry strands. She pushed it behind his ear then curled her hand around his head and tugged his mouth down to hers. Her lips opened under his and he braced himself and let her taste him. His head was swimming and he was lost in her softness. They kissed until he was breathless. That hadn’t happened to him in a long time. He raised his head and stared into her passion filled eyes. “You are so beautiful.”

  She touched his lips with her fingertips. “You make me feel that way.”

  He chuckled and kissed her hand. “Trust me, I don’t have to work very hard.”

  She didn’t seem to know what to say. The women he was used to dealing with knew their sexual power and used it against him. It was a game he learned to play early in his career. He liked that she was a bit unsure; somehow it made this seem special, like this was a rare occurrence for her. He shook his head; he couldn’t get wrapped up in her. He didn’t have anything left to offer. He lowered his mouth to one of those hard nipples and sucked the tip into his mouth.

  She gasped and arched her back. He braced himself on one hand and took the other nipple between his fingers and teased her. She tasted so sweet and felt like silk. He was amazed how much he was enjoying just touching her.

  “Travis!”

  God, he loved how she said his name. Her sultry accent enflamed him.

  She clutched his hair harder and it spurred him on. He kept licking and sucking until he felt her body trembling. He knew she was just seconds from going over the edge so he intensified his seductive torture until he pushed her over and she came for him. She felt good. Damn it felt good. Not just because he made her come, but that it seemed like it surprised her.

  Lifting his head, he stared into her passion glazed eyes.

  Her mouth moved, but nothing seemed to come out of those lush lips.

  Travis smiled. He liked to leave them speechless. And if she liked that wait until he got down to business. He slowly slid a finger inside her pussy. He could feel her flesh grip him and her entire body started to tremble again. She tried to close her legs, and he put his hand on her thigh. “Oh no, Sweet Baby. We have work to do.”

  “Work?” she asked breathlessly.

  He nodded. “I like to think it’s my job to give you the best performance I can. And I do love my work.”

  Vivienne lay back. “You’re an interesting man, Travis.”

  “I try to please.” A second finger joined the first and he used the pad of his thumb to massage her clit. “Just lay back and let me do my job.”

  A low moan escaped her lips and she clutched the green and blue bedcovers. Her white skin looked stark against the material. She clenched herself around his fingers and all he could think about how she would feel surrounding his cock.

  He bent his head and kissed one of her thighs. She shuddered. He worked his mouth over her soft skin until he reached her flushed pussy lips. He withdrew his fingers.

  “No.” And her eyes flew open.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not done.” He moved his mouth to her mound and parted her folds. She was slick and pink and ready for him. Slowly, he
nibbled her folds. He could smell her spicy heat and taste her honey. His senses were reeling. Damn, he missed this. And Vivienne was the right woman to fall off the celibacy wagon with. Travis closed his eyes and just let her wash over him.

  He placed her knees on his shoulders then touched her clit with just the tip of his tongue. Her legs clamped on his head and she giggled. He pushed her legs apart and looked up at her.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Are you laughing at me?” He knew she wasn’t, he just wanted to tease her.

  “No,” she said breathlessly. “Your hair tickles.”

  “Give me a sec, I’ll put it back.”

  “No. I like it.”

  Never had a girl said that before, but who was he to judge. Travis shook out his hair and let the tips of his hair dance over her skin for a minute.

  He heard her soft sighs. She was responsive.

  Travis lowered his head and gave her hard little clit a rough swipe with his tongue. She tasted so sweet, he just couldn’t resist and continued to eat her hot pussy. He used his tongue and his fingers to push her higher. He wanted her to come again and when she did, he wanted to taste her juices. Her body shook as he plunged his fingers deeper inside her. Her back arched off the back and he held her legs. Travis continued. He bit her clit and she screamed.

  “Oh God.”

  He continued to fuck her with his tongue and finger, riding out her orgasm. Shit, she was hot. When she finally stopped shaking, her legs fell off his shoulders and he kissed his way up her sweat soaked body until he was lying flush on top of her. His cock nestled in her cleft, he rubbed himself against her.

  She reached up and palmed his cheek. “Thank you.”

  What should he say to that? He decided to go with polite. “You’re welcome.” He leaned over and kissed her and felt her legs wrap around his waist. Travis lifted his head. “You know we’re not done, right?”

  “I was hoping for more.”

  “Fuck yeah.” He grabbed his cock and slowly slid himself inside her. Not all the way, just the tip of his cock. Slowly, he thrust inside her using shallow strokes getting her ready for him. Wetting himself with her juices, he bit his bottom lip fighting the urge to ram into her and fuck her like an animal.

  The heel of her shoe dug into his backside, pain slid over his skin. He liked it. “Fuck.”

  She reached up and kissed him and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He slid his cock all the way inside her. Her heat gripped him and for a second he thought he was going to spill his load right there. “Jesus, you are tight.”

  “I … I… Sorry.”

  “No, it feels so good. You feel so good.” He gave her another hard thrust and she shuddered beneath him. He closed his eyes and gave her a long slow thrust. His body took control of him. He felt her legs tighten around him. Dear God, don’t let him come yet. He just wanted to enjoy her for a few more minutes, but her muscles tightened around him and she let out these low mewing sounds. Her nails dug into his back. “Fuck.”

  “Travis.”

  He couldn’t get enough of her. He kissed her lush mouth, her breasts, her neck, he wanted to taste every inch of her. He wanted to mark her. Damn he’d never gotten this wrapped up in a woman before. His thrusts increased in speed and force. His balls were heavy as they slapped against her skin. His heart was racing as her heat engulfed him. “So fucking sweet.” He leaned down and kissed her neck. He could taste her sweat; she was sweet and salty all at once.

  “Kiss me.”

  “Hell yeah,” he whispered then took her mouth.

  Vivienne buried her hands in his hair and she pulled him closer, her legs moved up his body and he found himself fucking her, hard. As he did, her nails dug into him again. He hooked his arms around her legs and spread them wider. He raised his body, using the leverage to penetrate her harder. “Look at me,” he growled.

  She opened her eyes and stared up at him, something in him snapped. The way she looked at him was so hot, like she could see who he was on the inside. He thrust harder, carrying her higher. He just needed a few more seconds to get her over the edge. Her muscles clenched around him like a vise and her back arched and he heard her say his name and for a second he was suspended. Then she went limp beneath him and he let go, spilling himself inside her. He could no longer hold up his weight and he collapsed on top of her.

  He felt her arms go around him and she held him to her. “Travis.”

  Travis lifted his head and stared at her. Her lips were trembling and her eyes were passion-glazed.

  “Thank you,” he said, not believing that just came out of his mouth.

  She lifted her head and touched her mouth to his.

  He knew he should roll off of her, but having her under him was heaven. There was this moment when her mouth claimed his and he forgot about everything going on in his life but her. It was like they were just a man and woman having sex. He liked it. He wanted more of it. He wanted more of her. He was going to have more of her. She was real and sweet and he hadn’t had that in such a long time. Until this moment he had no idea how much he missed it.

  Chapter Three

  Charlotte couldn’t find her panties. Travis had ripped them off of her and she remembered him tossing them over his shoulder. She hadn’t seen where they landed; most likely they went up in a ball of fire. God knows she was still burning up. At least she’d found her other shoe. Turning her head one last time she took a final glance at Travis sprawled on the big bed. The royal blue sheet covered him from the waist down. She was instantly wet again. He was a beautiful man. The few pictures she had seen of him didn’t do him justice. His russet colored hair was spread on the pillow. His chiseled face was just shy of perfection –– that little bump on his nose just enough to make everything else seem perfect. Even the scruffy beard appealed to her and the memory of the rough sensation against her skin sent her into distractions. The way he’d stared at her with his crystal blue eyes made her feel so wanted. Preston never looked at her like she was the last cupcake on the plate and he had to have it or he would die. Travis did, though, and he didn’t even know her.

  And his body. Oh Lord, his body was carved in stone. From the broad shoulders to the narrow waist and the long muscular legs, he was a statue erected to praise all that was masculine. His tattoos made him seem like a living canvas. The swirls of black ink on his arms, the Celtic cross over his heart, the four leaf clover just above his penis fascinated her. She never thought she’d find tattoos sexy, maybe this was because she was going to get one. He was just too much man.

  She couldn’t think about his penis. She started to tremble with desire, she didn’t think it would fit it was so big, but dear sweet heaven had it fit and fit well. Now she knew what all the fuss was about. She could see that he was semi-erect at the moment and she was so temped to crawl back in the bed with him. Biting her bottom lip, she forced herself to pick up her purse. No wonder Viv told her to have sex with a rock star. They were magical. Travis had shown her something she never thought herself capable of. She could be wanton. She liked it. For the first time in a long time she felt alive.

  “Vivienne?” He stirred on the bed and pushed the sheet down past his belly, revealing that four leaf clover tattoo. Well, he certainly had been lucky for her. Her nipples beaded, getting hard again. She had to go before he woke up. She wasn’t sure what the morning after making love protocol was. She’d always made Preston pancakes and had polite conversation and pretended she had a wonderful time with him. Thankfully she didn’t have to do that today. She could just go home with her memories and check one more thing off her list.

  She thought she’d feel guilty and was expecting to feel shame, but neither of the emotions came. Maybe they would later. Actually, it was fun being naughty and even more fun not being caught being naughty.

  Opening the heavy wooden door, she peered outside to make sure the hall was empty. The last thing she needed was to run into one of his bandmates or their dates from last night. She cl
osed the door with a quiet click and tiptoed to the winding staircase. Before she descended the stairs she called for a cab. She’d hide in the front yard while she waited. At the bottom of the stairs she set her phone and her purse on a side table to put on her shoes.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a giggling blonde head pop up on a black regency sofa in the parlor. It was one of the girls from the concert that she’d stolen the backstage pass from. Breathing a sigh of relief, she could stop feeling guilty about her crime. She quickly crouched down, hoping no one would see her. Then it occurred to her that she could check another two tasks off of her list. She had lied to Travis about her love of Scorned and she had misappropriated the backstage pass from that woman. This was basically a life list trifecta today. She couldn’t help but smile. The world didn’t stop spinning and she’d actually had fun with Travis.