by Joanna Blake
Chapter 38
Sabrina
Sabrina opened her eyes and sat up abruptly. She was in a strange room. It was luxuriously decorated with an enormous four poster bed. One bedside table lamp was lit, on the far side of the bed. There was a bandana draped over it to soften the light.
Nick's bandana.
Where the hell was she? Was she in his bedroom???
Nick strolled into the room wearing a bathrobe over his torn up jeans. He held a steaming cup of something in one hand and a book in the other.
She stared down at herself. She was also wearing a robe.
Oh god- he hadn't! Had he?
She peeked under the robe. Her clothes were still on. She heaved a sigh of relief.
Nick chuckled and sat down on the other side of the bed.
"Come on, love. Do you really think I'd molest you when you were sleeping like an angel?"
He turned toward her and caught the doubtful look on her face.
"Well, maybe you're right. Anyway, I resisted the urge. How do you feel?"
"What time is it?"
"Around eleven. You had quite a nap, little girl."
She blushed.
"I'm sorry. I just got so tired all of a sudden."
He smiled.
"Would you like some tea?"
She nodded. He handed her his cup. She took a sip.
"What is it?"
"Chamomile."
She started laughing as she handed it back to him. He looked offended.
"What?"
It was hard to get the words out but she tried.
"The great- Nick- Fa-Falcon- drinks cha-cha-chamomile!"
He growled and pounced on her, tickling her mercilessly.
"You think that's funny, do you?"
She was laughing even harder now as his fingers danced over her ribs, pinching her.
"Ye-yes I do!"
He stopped tickling her suddenly. They were tangled up in the bed. She was suddenly aware of how close his mouth was to hers. His body felt so warm... He stroked the side of her face while she caught her breath.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Brina."
Her breath caught at the heady look in his eyes. Then suddenly she was staring at his lips. His sensual, soft looking, smiling lips.
And then he was kissing her.
She sighed as his lips slid across hers. He coaxed her lips open and then his tongue was inside her mouth, tangling playfully with hers. She kissed him back, tentatively at first but then eagerly.
Desperately.
He moaned and shifted, fitting his body to hers. They were straining, struggling to get closer to each other. Finally, he ripped his mouth from hers, leaving her feeling bereft. He was staring down at her tenderly.
"You have a habit of falling asleep on me, love."
She was trying to catch her breath beneath him.
"I'm sorry."
He grinned sensually and lowered his head to hers, stopping right before their lips met.
"Don't apologize. Let me see if I can keep you awake this time."
She moaned as he took her mouth in a devastating kiss. He held nothing back, but he wasn't in a hurry either. And he really, really knew what he was doing.
It was epic. It was Anthony and Cleopatra. Romeo and Juliet. Han Solo and Princess Leia.
This was the kiss on the beach as the waves crashed over the couple rolling in the sand.
This was a movie star kiss.
He was still kissing her as he reached between them to untie her robe and spread it wide. Then he was pushing her shirt up and grasping her breast with one hand. His palm felt hot over her breast, making her nipple stand at attention. He cursed and lifted his head, tugging her bra cup down over her breast.
Then his mouth replaced his hand. His lips closed over her tip. She gasped at the feeling of his hot mouth, licking and sucking at her nipple.
Dear God.
She moaned as he worshipped one breast and then the other, his arousal pressing insistently against her thigh. She could feel liquid heat pooling in her belly. And lower, centering between her legs. She wiggled beneath him, suddenly feeling restless and desperate for more.
She wanted more action.
And less clothes between them.
He seemed to sense her need because he reached for the button on her jeans. He was trying to tug them off when she started laughing. He lifted his head and glared at her. His gaze was hot and determined.
"You laugh?"
She nodded breathlessly.
He stood up and threw his robe off. He was bare chested, his low slung jeans showing his flat stomach and perfect body. Her eyes widened in appreciation. He saw her looking him over and grinned.
And then he pounced on her. She squealed as he wrestled her out of her robe. He tossed it aside dramatically. Then he yanked her t-shirt up and over her head. She watched as he stared down at her from the foot of the bed. He slowly pulled her jeans down off her body.
Her panties came off with the jeans too. Oops.
His eyes flared at the sight of her. She was almost entirely naked now, with just her bra still pulled down under her breasts. He slid his hands up her legs and started kissing his way up her body. He paused briefly at her junction.
She inhaled sharply as he placed a kiss between her thighs. He slid up until their bare chests were pressed together. It felt heavenly. He stared into her eyes as he reached beneath her and unclasped her bra, pulling if free.
She almost laughed at the triumphant look in his eyes. But she was too overwhelmed with sensations to do anything except feel. He started touching her then, his expression changing to one of blazing heat. He never stopped watching her as his hands found her clit and slowly, skillfully started to tease her to a fever pitch.
Sabrina closed her eyes and gave in to the inevitable.
Chapter 39
Nick
Heaven. This must be what heaven was like.
Nick was watching Sabrina with a look of absolute concentration as his finger slid up and down the line between her smooth pussy lips. His finger slipped easily inside her, his eyes closing briefly in rapture as the tight, warm heat enveloped his finger.
She wanted him. Her body told him that. Hell, her eyes had told him that.
She was his at last, or she would be before the night was over.
And he was going to make her his several times. At least.
He moaned as her hips started circling against his hand. He kissed her mouth softly and lowered himself down her body to his prize. He watched his finger as it plundered her plump little lips.
She was bloody tight!
He'd have to make sure she was good and ready before he took her. He kept the motion of his hand going as he reached out with his tongue and softly stroked the tiny little nub above her opening.
He was rewarded with a soft gasp of pleasure from above. So she was sensitive… Just as he’d suspected from tickling her. That was to his advantage. He was going to drive her out of her mind before the night was over or die trying.
Both were distinct possibilities.
He groaned in frustration, his cock lurching like a dog on a tight leash.
But he had to focus. He had to win her over. He had to play her gorgeous body like a bloody fiddle.
If he could make her wild for him, then she'd have to admit she wanted him, for real. She'd come back for more. He knew he had to outdo himself tonight. He was going to take Miss Sabrina Newton on the ride of her life.
His tongue started to work faster now as he added a second finger to her opening, preparing her for his rather large unit. Her tight sweetness was squeezing him hard, tugging at his hand as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her sweet little hips were rocking against his mouth.
He cursed and pulled back, wanting to get her as hot as possible. That meant a bit of teasing was in order. She whimpered and he started again, this time using his finger on her clit and sliding his tongue along her sw
ollen lips.
Hmmm… she tasted of ambrosia.
She was tossing around on the bed now, so he used his other hand to hold her hips in place. He slid his tongue inside her and flexed it, using it to open her. Jesus, she tasted sweet! His finger was faster than his tongue, the calloused tip having strummed so many guitars and pianos.
She rose off the bed slightly. He could tell she was close to tipping over the edge again. This time he let her fly, holding her hips with both hands as he ravaged her with his mouth. Her tender flesh quaked beneath his lips and tongue, making them both moan in ecstasy.
Gently, he eased her back to the bed. He knelt between her silky thighs and stared down at her. His tight-laced little A&R girl looked completely undone. Her gorgeous, golden hair was fanned out around her head, her lips were parted and her eyes were out of focus.
He stood and reached for the waistband of his jeans. His dick felt like a caged animal clawing to get loose. He unbuttoned the top and slid the zipper down.
"Love?"
She opened her eyes and looked at him with a look of pure adoration. He inhaled sharply.
Jesus.
He didn't deserve that look. Not yet. But he would earn it.
"I'm going to take my trousers off now. Alright?"
She nodded and closed her eyes. He was shimmying his jeans off when he heard her breathy answer.
"Hurry."
He swallowed and pushed his pants down to the floor. He was on the bed in less than a heartbeat, on top of her, gently arranging her legs to accommodate his hips. He held the tip of his cock against her wet slit.
Then he remembered. He'd forgotten the condoms.
“Bloody hell.”
Her eyelids fluttered open.
"What is it?"
"I'm sorry, love. I swore off groupies so I must have forgotten to stock the rubbers."
She smiled and said something that warmed his heart.
"It's okay. I'm on the pill."
He groaned and let himself sink into her welcoming warmth. She was so snug that he had to go slowly, but he didn't mind. He'd never felt anything so bloody good in his life. She was sweetness personified. And her hot little pussy was the tightest he'd ever felt.
But it was more than just mechanics. Electricity seemed to jump back and forth between them. His dick felt like it was in heaven, yes, but so did his hands where they clasped her hips. And so did his chest when he finally pressed it against her gorgeous, generously proportioned breasts.
Slowly, he inched his way inside. Nick knew he was well above average at nine inches. And Sabrina felt almost virginal. She was a dainty little thing but it was something else, she really did feel like a bloody virgin. He could tell that she hadn't been with anyone in a good long while.
And she was letting him in.
She'd chosen him.
The thought filled him with a huge swell of pride. More than all the music awards and accolades in the world. She'd chosen him.
That was the most precious prize in the world.
She whimpered beneath him and he froze, staring down into her beautiful face.
"Am I hurting you, love?"
"No- I just want you to- hmmmmffff-"
"What is it, my sweet?"
“I want you to move."
Oh Jesus.
Nick didn't need to be told twice. Slowly, he started rotating his hips, making small circles as he slid in deeper with every thrust. He held that tempo for a while, watching her face as she started to get close again. Then he paused and shifted his position.
He sat up and fit his knees under her firm round bottom. This way he could watch her as he ground his cock into her sweet little pussy. He kept his pace slow, not wanting this to end. He was fighting back his own rising desire tooth and nail. And hers. She was close to finishing, and when she did, he knew he didn’t stand a chance.
"Please Nick."
He groaned and picked up his pace, shifting again so that he was cradling her in his arms as he tirelessly worked his cock inside her. He fought off the urge to come, not ready for this to end.
God, she was getting him so hot!
It was the worst kind of torture, holding himself back like this. But also the best thing he'd ever done in his life. He kept it up for another ten minutes or so before he took pity on the writhing beauty beneath him.
He let her come.
Nick stared down at her, watching her reach her peak. Feeling her quivering flesh tugging at his shaft sent him over the edge at last. He pulled back and thrust forward, hard, until his pelvis was pressed against hers. Then he unleashed, riding her relentlessly until he felt his cock pulsing hot streams of his essence inside her.
It seemed to go on forever as he emptied himself again and again. She was trembling underneath him when the orgasm finally started to subside. He stayed inside her for a while longer, kissing and stroking her. Murmuring words of love.
Finally he rolled onto his back, bringing her with him until she was nestled up against his side. He didn’t want to let go of her for an instant.
He was literally dazed by what had just happened between them.
He'd never come so bloody hard in his life.
Chapter 40
Sabrina
Sabrina must have dozed off after they showered because it took her a moment to figure out where she was again. But she knew immediately who was behind her, nuzzling her neck. And whose stiff prick was pressed into her lower back.
She glanced at the clock. 3 AM. They were still in London for a few more hours then. She should get up and check her email or pack but she could barely move. He'd made love to her three times already. And now apparently, he wanted to go for a fourth.
"Again?"
He chuckled against her ear and circled his hips against her bottom.
"Yes love, again."
She sighed and closed her eyes, her fingers digging into the bedspread. There was no use fighting it. She would do anything he wanted. But in this case, she wanted it too. He'd done things to her - made her feel things - that no one ever had before.
No one had even come close.
She knew she was a goner. There was no way they could sustain this level of passion. He'd have his way with her and then forget her. If she was lucky this affair would last as long as the tour, that's if he could resist the lure of groupie sex for that long.
She no longer dreaded being stuck with him. She was in love with him, hook, line and sinker. And she knew all too well that this was all she was going to get of him. The man she loved with all her heart.
So she decided to soak it up and grab it with both hands.
He slipped his cock back inside her from behind and reached forward to play with her breasts.
She moaned.
"Hmmmm… you feel so good, love.”
She could barely speak so she just arched her back, pushing her breasts into his palms. Her hips started circling in time with the rhythm he set.
Yes, she was going to enjoy every minute she had with Nick Falcon.
Starting now.
Chapter 41
Nick
BANG BANG BANG
Someone was knocking on the door.
Nick rolled over in the enormous bed. The enormous, empty bed. He’d fallen asleep with a fallen angel in his arms. Now she was nowhere to be seen. The sheets were cold, indicating that she’d left some time ago.
He sat up sharply.
Where the bloody hell had Sabrina gone?
He turned his head to the bathroom. Of course. He climbed out of bed and stalked over there, knocking softly. He pushed the door open. Empty.
She'd bloody left him! After the night they'd shared, he'd been certain he had her under his spell.
Just as he was under hers.
BANG BANG BANG
"Hold your horses I'm coming!"
Nick grabbed his robe and slipped it on. He opened the door to see Marley standing outside.
"I got the tour bus meeting us in Par
is mate but we have to go if we're going to make the train."
Nick ran his hands through his hair.
"Did you tell Sabrina?"
"Yeah, I texted her. The band is meeting us downstairs in twenty minutes."
"Right. Do me a favor and pack for me would you?"
"Already done."
Nick slapped Marley's shoulder.
"Good man. Thank you.”
He walked past him to the door.
"Where are you going? You're naked, mate!"
Nick glanced down at his body without breaking his stride.
"I'm wearing a robe Marley. Get your mind out of the gutter."
He strode barefoot into the hallway and took the elevator down to Sabrina's floor. He smiled at everyone he saw. But inside he was seething.
She'd left him.
If she tried to pull that 'one night only' bullocks again he'd throw a fit. He'd tie her to her bed and refuse to leave the hotel until she agreed to-
What exactly?
He wasn't sure but it involved her in his bed, every night, for the rest of his Goddamned life.
Or else. He'd do something drastic.
She opened the door after one knock. She'd showered already and was dressed in clean clothes. Another plain black t-shirt with black jeans. Her hair was damp and her face bare of makeup. She looked like an angel. He had to resist the urge to lift her up and toss her on the bed.
"Nick, what are you doing? We have to leave for the airport soon."
“I told you we weren’t flying.”
Her mouth opened in a small, very kissable circle.
“Oh.”
He strode into her room, slamming the door behind him. Her eyes widened as she stepped backwards- right into the wall. He put his hands on either side of her face and leaned down until he was inches away.
"You left."
"I had to get ready, Nick."
He narrowed his eyes at her. She didn't appear to be rejecting him.
"I want us to share a room in Paris. And for the rest of the tour."
She took a deep breath. She was getting ready to argue, he could tell. He scrambled his mind trying to come up with valid arguments to whatever reasons she was going to give for wanting her own room.