21 (The List Series)

by Rhonda James

  His lips brushed the shell of my ear. “My hands aren’t the only talented appendage I possess.” He paused and touched his forehead to mine. “I can’t stand the thought of some other guy touching you. Choose me. Let me be the guy who helps you tick off all 21 of those items on your list.”

  A stuttered response fell from my lips. “But…I thought…What about everything you said before?”

  “I was an asshole. I don’t give two shits about Michael or any feelings you might still have for him. Just give me these three weeks.” He played nervously with my fingers, while I pondered about his offer. “Meet me after our set. If you want, we could go out to your car and cross off #9.”

  I sighed and stared over his shoulder, conflicted. “I don’t know, Sin. I don’t want to end up being another one of your mistakes.”

  “The only mistake either of us could make would be allowing this opportunity to slip through our fingers. Think about it. On two nights alone, I’ve helped you cross off four of those items. Think of what we could accomplish if we spent the next three weeks focused solely on making your life better. Come on, V. After tonight, I promise I’ll make you cross off #19 once and for all.”

  “What’s #19?” I sighed happily.

  His eyes sparkled mischievously. “See, it’s happening already.”

  “What’s that?”

  “One orgasm, and already your life has improved. Just wait until tonight when I give you the BIG ‘O.’” He drew me closer and nibbled on my earlobe, humming as he went. “It’ll be fun. We can cross off #9 and #5 at the same time.”

  With that, he departed, still humming, leaving me alone and horny in a darkened hallway.

  Fucking musicians and their talented appendages.

  Who was I kidding? Midnight couldn’t come soon enough.

  CHAPTER 17

  SIN

  She was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs when our set ended.

  Throughout our set, I would look out and catch her watching me. Sometimes she’d be with Blade at the bar. Other times, I found her on the dance floor. I never saw any sign of that other guy after our brief encounter. I’m pretty sure he got the message when she failed to return after leaving with me.

  Our little romp in the hallway had me so turned on I was ready to cut my performance short after the first hour. Finding her eagerly waiting told me she was just as anxious to scratch a few more items off her list.

  I could tell she was uncertain about how to act around the guys, so I wanted to put an end to that unease right away. Even though we weren’t a couple, I wanted no room for doubt that she was with me, so I leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips, right in front of the guys. It wasn’t a little peck on the lips. This was a full-on, tongue-in-mouth-hands-on-her-ass-to-lift-her-in-the-air sort of kiss. When I pulled my mouth away, I noticed her eyes had glazed over and she had this dreamy-as-fuck expression on her face.

  “Wow,” she whispered breathlessly.

  “Right?” I chuckled and lowered her back to the ground. “Just wait till we’re alone in that backseat.”

  She smiled coyly. “Should I bring the tequila?”

  “Only if you don’t want to remember anything in the morning.”

  “No chance of that, rock star. I want to savor every last detail. I seem to recall you promising something about amazing orgasms.”

  I slid my arms around her waist and tucked my hands in the back pocket of her shorts while trying to keep a straight face. “Did I? Can’t say I remember that part of the conversation.”

  “Dylan Cross!” She smacked me on the ass. “You better be joking.”

  “Sorry, sweetheart. All I remember was how good your hand felt wrapped around my junk.”

  “Oh, you liked that, huh?” She dipped her hand between us and gave my cock a discreet squeeze. “How long do we have to stick around?”

  “We could have disappeared ten minutes ago.”

  “Sin!” She gave my ass another whack.

  “Is that your way of letting me know you’re into kinky shit like spanking and whips and shit like that?” I managed to dodge her hand that time.

  “Keep it up, and you’ll never find out.”

  I laughed and drew her to my side as we walked over to where the guys were gathered. When they saw us together, each of them gave me a discreet nod of approval. “We’re heading out, so you guys will need to find a way home.”

  “They can use one of the trucks I have parked out back,” Blade offered gruffly.

  “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.”

  “Don’t mention it. Now, go on, you two. Get out of here and do something crazy.” He shooed us away as the guys threw obscene comments at us.

  “Don’t forget to use a condom!”

  “Lube is your friend!”

  “Don’t worry, Tori. I’m sure that rash has cleared up by now!”

  V looked up at me with eyes wide. “Rash?”

  I tightened my arm around her waist, worried she might run for the hills. “I swear to God, he’s just being a dick.” I turned my head and gave him the stink eye. “Hawk, shut the fuck up.”

  “Have fun!” they chorused between fits of laughter.

  I couldn’t help laughing, too, as I muttered under my breath, “Fucking idiots.”

  Earlier, I’d told myself that I wasn’t going to fuck her in the parking lot. If I had my way, we’d go back to the house. In order for me to do all the things I wanted to this woman, I would need a bed. A big-ass bed. Seeing as how she had an item that needed crossing off, I threw the SUV in reverse and went in search of a more secluded area.

  I found just the spot located near a creek bed at the end of a deserted road. Out here, we were surrounded by nature. Nothing but trees, water, and wildlife around us. It was the perfect location for car sex. She could scream my name as loud as she wanted, and no one would hear. Not that I gave a damn about someone knowing we were having sex. I had the feeling she wasn’t as well versed in fucking as I was. Based on the list, I also knew she wanted to change that, and I was more than willing to educate her.

  She took in our surroundings before peering over her shoulder and offering, “It’s quiet out here. And dark.”

  “That’s the whole point.” I smirked and beckoned her over with a finger. Only ten minutes had passed since our last kiss, but one look at her lips, and those minutes felt like hours. She went up on one knee and leaned across the console to connect her mouth with mine.

  Her tongue slipped inside, tentatively teasing the edge of my teeth before dipping all the way in and flicking over mine. With our mouths occupied, my hands roamed freely over her back, gathering more of her shirt with each pass I made. Her skin felt warm and smooth, and as our kiss deepened, I traced the tips of my fingers down her spine then cupped her ass and drew her into my lap.

  She ground her pelvis against me, moaning, arching her back while rocking her hips forward. My hands remained on her thighs, while the tip of my thumbs teased the space between her thigh and pussy. In this position, her already short shorts had ridden up until they strained against the space between her legs. Swear to God, I’d never envied a piece of fabric so badly in my entire life.

  “Let’s take this to the backseat. More room to stretch out,” I suggested, kissing one set of lips with my own while teasing the other set with my thumb.

  “Mmm. That feels different,” she moaned again.

  I kept tracing the seam of her shorts, flicking my tongue against hers to mimic what I wanted to do to her pussy. “Different good or different bad?”

  “Definitely good.” She squirmed in my arms while rocking her pussy over my thumb, the same way she’d done back in that darkened hallway.

  She made it clear that she loved having my hands on her.

  With my free hand, I stripped her shirt over her head and tossed it onto the passenger seat. Her nipples grazed across my chest, and my skin prickled with goose bumps. Christ, that was exhilarating. With every breath she took, they bru
shed against me until I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to taste them. Needed to feel their firmness against my tongue. I dipped my head and drew one tiny pearl into my warm mouth, swirling my tongue around the edge. Her soft whimpers encouraged me to continue, and when she gripped the back of my head, I caught myself moaning.

  “Christ Almighty. You have great tits,” I groaned, nuzzling my face between them until she giggled and begged me to stop.

  “I’m glad you like them.” She giggled again and patted my chest with her free hand. “No fair. I can’t be the only one not wearing a shirt. Come on, rock star. I’ve shown you mine, now show me yours.” I quickly obliged.

  “We really need to take this to the backseat so I can lavish you properly.”

  Her mouth fell open. “Lavish me? I don’t think I’ve ever been lavished before. What does that even mean?”

  Was she kidding?

  “You know. Lavish: to expend or give without limit,” I replied, giving her the dictionary’s definition verbatim, which earned me a roll of her eyes.

  “I know what lavish means, you goof. I’ve just never heard that word used in relation to sex.”

  I cupped her left breast in my hand and swirled the tip of my tongue over her nipple then gave it a gentle nibble with my teeth as I pulled away to repeat the gesture on its partner.

  “Well, Victoria, it simply means I’m going to devote the rest of the evening to giving every inch of your body the attention it deserves. And I’ll keep going until both of us are spent and have nothing left to give. Now, do you understand?”

  She answered with a subtle nod of her head.

  “Good. Now, hop in the back and get nekked.” I gave her a smack on the ass, and she squealed with delight.

  I told her to climb all the way in the back row so we could take full advantage of the bench seating. I joined her and folded the seat down in front of me then ordered her to bend over and place her palms flat on the seat.

  I popped the button on her shorts and watched as they fell around her ankles. I gave her calf a tap, and she leaned to the right and lifted one foot, repeating the process with the other leg, then I cast the denim aside. Using one hand, I traced the inner portion of her leg, stopping just shy of the juncture of her thighs. I followed the same path on the other leg, only this time, I kept going. I swept a finger between her legs, making her moan and press up on her toes.

  “Oh. My. God. Stop teasing and just fuck me already, Sin,” she panted.

  Goddamn if I didn’t love the sound of my name being included in her command. But it wasn’t time. There was still work to be done. Certain parts of her needed a little extra attention.

  “All in due time, Princess.” I ran a finger through her wetness. “Right now, I’m going to lick this gorgeous pussy until your legs give out. You good with that?”

  “Uh huh,” she agreed raggedly.

  One languid stroke of my tongue made her purr.

  No joke.

  I’d made women scream. Moan. Curse. Claw their nails down my back. But I’d never made a woman purr. I liked it.

  The tips of my fingers dug into her tender flesh as I licked the entire length of her slit until she squirmed against my mouth. I devoured every inch of her, savoring the citrusy-sweet aroma of her arousal. It wasn’t long before her legs started to tremble and those purrs turned into low moans that made my cock weep.

  “I think I’m…” Her words trailed off when I suctioned my lips over the tiny pleasure bead and sucked until she fell apart in my arms, murmuring one pleasure-filled word. “Dylan.”

  I felt like a goddamn king.

  I cradled her in my arms until the shaking ceased and she was finally able to speak, though it wasn’t a complete sentence. Not that I could blame her. I was so turned on. The vision of watching her come would be burned in memory for a lifetime.

  “Holy shit. No one’s ever…I mean, never, like…I freaking love your mouth,” she exclaimed before tipping her head back to kiss me.

  The angle gave me an incredible view of her tits, and while our tongues tangled, she fondled them, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Humming against my mouth as she arched her back to deepen the kiss.

  “Goddamn, you’re sexy,” I hissed when she reached back and gave me a squeeze. My fully-erect cock pulsed against my stomach, aching to get inside her. I gave her a pat on the ass. “Move over a sec.” She obliged by shifting to the seat next to me. My legs shook as I raised my hips and slid the denim past my knees. At that point, she took over and used her heel to shove them the rest of the way down.

  Why the hell were my legs shaking? I was not an amateur. I’d fucked plenty of women, and my legs had never shaken. Not once. But this girl did things to me. Got under my skin in a way that no other woman had ever managed to do. It left me feeling vulnerable—something I wasn’t accustomed to. I wasn’t too sure how I felt about that.

  She took in the sight of me stretched out before her. By the look in her eyes I could tell she liked what she saw. Not that I had any doubts or anything. I wasn’t a smug asshole, but I’d had women sing praises about my cock. They’d even written about it on bathroom walls back in South Carolina. But the look in V’s eyes went deeper than any dirty limerick. She teased the tip of her pretty, pink tongue over her bottom lip, and my cock twitched, making her eyes dance with excitement.

  Her hand stretched out tentatively to touch me. “Is this okay?”

  I moaned at her light touch—wanting more than just the pads of her fingers. I wanted to feel her fingers clamped around me. Feel the friction of her palm as she worked me into a frenzy. My cock twitched again, and I answered in a shaky voice, “It’s more than okay.”

  She grasped me, more firmly this time, and ran her hand from tip to base and back again, thumb circling over the blunt head. I covered her hand with mine, guiding her up and down while blindly reaching for my jeans to retrieve a condom. Once I had it, she knelt beside me and eagerly watched as I positioned the condom over the end of my penis.

  “Ever done this?” Her eyes went round as she shook her head and whispered, “No.”

  “Give me your hand.” She leaned forward, and I covered her hand with mine, then together we rolled the condom down the length of my erection. “Now you’re a pro,” I said, pressing the tips of her fingers to my lips.

  I stretched out on the seat and gave my leg a pat, inviting her to climb on. Everything about this woman drove me crazy. I wanted to bury myself inside her. Fondle her breasts. Play with her clit. Kiss every inch of her tan body. While I enjoyed taking a woman from behind, I wanted to see the look on her face when we finally became one. Most of all, I wanted her to see the look on mine. It was no secret the attraction we shared had been building for years, and no matter how hard we both tried fighting it, the ending was inevitable. I needed her to know that I wasn’t just fucking her. I was taking possession of her.

  Even if it was just temporary.

  “Rest your hands on my stomach,” I instructed as I pressed the tip of my cock against her opening. Her eyes squeezed shut as she winced. Concerned, I stopped and reached up to cup her cheek.

  “Did I hurt you, baby?”

  “No.” She shook her head and gazed down at me. “It’s just been awhile since I’ve…you know…had sex. And you’re obviously way more experienced than I am. I’m worried you’ll be disappointed.”

  God bless her. She had no idea what those words actually did to me. How it turned me on just knowing that out of all the men she could have chosen to bear this ‘burden,’ she’d chosen me.

  I felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth. “That’s not possible. There’s absolutely nothing about you that could disappoint me, Victoria,” I whispered before drawing her to my lips for a reassuring kiss. My hands settled on her hips, guiding her down my length, inch by inch, until her ass came to rest on my thighs.

  We rocked in unison, our bodies fused together, creating the perfect storm of friction and pleasure. The night
air was warm and the windows up, completely fogged over. Sweat beaded on her forehead, making the hair around it damp. Her breathing came hard and fast as she bucked against me, chasing the impending orgasm. I knew the moment she was there, the way her already tight muscles squeezed me, adding more friction. Her mouth fell open to form a tiny o as she went up and over the edge. I wasn’t far behind her, and our gazes never wavered from each other as we rode the wave until it was over.

  Holy. Fuck. That. Was. Intense.

  V collapsed onto my torso, sated and spent. My heart thumped erratically inside my chest, and my arms instinctively went around her, wanting to keep her close.

  I knew at some point our little adventure would be over and all of this would end. She would move on and find someone else, someone who deserved her, because I could tell you it damn sure wasn’t me.

  But as I held her, I couldn’t help wondering what it would take to be that someone.

  CHAPTER 18

  V

  Somebody pinch me because surely, I must be dreaming.

  I just had sex with Sin, and now he’s—cuddling me?

  Wow. Just…wow.

  I lay stretched out on top of him, while he used the pads of his finger to trace small circles over my back, humming softly to a song playing on the radio, not a care in the world.

  I should get up and let him take care of the condom. After all, he’d already gone soft inside me and I knew it was only a matter of time before he’d want to clean up. Probably best if I was the one to break this…whatever it was that was going on.

  To be honest, this kind of aftercare was completely foreign to me—not that I had a lot to compare it to. I’d only been with two men. Well, now three, if you counted Sin. Michael had been my first. Then there was the summer after freshman year in college when we ‘took a break’ and I ended up sleeping with a guy who’d been in one of my classes. What a mistake that had been. After Michael and I got back together, so to speak, the sex had been sporadic. It also hadn’t been all that good. He never seemed to last long, and he definitely wasn’t attentive or giving the way his brother just had been.