When she came up from their kiss, her lips were plump, her eyes dancing, and her smile wicked. “Well, yes. But I figure we should talk first.”
He leaned his head back against the wall. “I like this idea of conversation, though.” He was burning and breathless and there was fire in his veins. He skimmed his hands down until the lace of her underwear grazed his palms. “Have to admit this isn’t the most comfortable position for a conversation like this.”
Once more, she laughed, then opened space between them. “True, and we’ll get to the more comfortable part soon enough, I promise.” She took his hand. “Come on.”
He scooped up his bag and went where she led, into the sitting room of the huge two-room hotel suite. His own room, bathroom and all, would fit inside the first, with space to spare. “Well, shit. I guess it’s good to be the rock queen.”
She snorted and pulled him over to the couch. “Yeah, at least when it comes to hotel rooms.” She eyed the duffel he set down on the table. “What’s in the bag, honey?”
“Toothbrush, deodorant, condoms, dicks. That kind of thing.” This had the feeling of the bumbling first times he’d had with women after he’d transitioned. “Might be presumptuous to bring toys, but better to be prepared than to be running back to my room for a bigger cock.” Especially given his room was one floor down and a long corridor away.
She clapped a hand over her mouth to smother her giggles. “Okay, yeah, that would kill the mood.” She took a long inhale. “Though I am curious what you mean by bigger.”
Bet she was. Her gaze shifted from the bag to him, and oh god, the way she inspected every inch of him.
“I also want to see what’s under all this.” She tugged at the sleeve of his tee. “You’ve got quite the body.”
So did she. Legs that went on for days. Arms strong and toned from playing bass and, he suspected, from working out, too. Sensuous curves at her hips and breasts he wanted to cup and kiss and—
“You’re staring,” Mish murmured. “That’s not usually what happens when I tell a guy they’re hot.”
“Well, you’re beautiful. I got distracted.” He reached for the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor at their feet. “Better?”
Mish’s breath hitched before she answered. “Yeah. Much.”
He’d thought Mish’s roving eyes had been full of heat before—but that had been a slight warm breeze compared to the way her gaze licked over him now. “Is there anywhere I shouldn’t touch? Anything off-limits?”
He considered the question. Lovers in the past had paid too much attention to parts of him and not enough to others, but in general, he loved his body. “Not in particular. There’s a scar on the back of my thigh I’d rather not be touched, ’cause the nerves are fucked up, but other than that...” He shrugged. “You?”
Her expression shifted as if he’d startled her. “No one’s ever asked me that before.”
Oh. Huh. “It’s a good question.” He slotted his fingers between hers. “Every person has likes and dislikes. Areas they’d rather their lover not dwell on.”
“I used to hate my feet. They’re...huge. But I had this boyfriend who adored them and...” She gave a shrug.
“You saw them in a new light?” He glanced at her feet. They were bigger than his, but given the four inches she had on him in height, that made sense.
“Yeah. It’s weird. I still don’t understand why he liked them so much. It’s not my thing, you know? But that helped me not be so critical.” A blush ruddied her neck. “I also learned that with the right partner, there’s not much I don’t like.”
“Oh, ditto.” So much ditto. With the right person, everything was exquisite.
David gave their entwined hands a tug and Mish slid a hand up his arm and pulled him forward for a kiss. The taste of her uncurled lust in his belly. If he was gonna be half-naked, so was she.
But before he could grip the bottom of her shirt, Mish’s palm skimmed over his abs and she drew back enough to whisper, “Penetration?”
Fuck, just the thought made him even harder. Two images that flashed through his mind. Him in her. Her in him. “You or me, darling?”
She nibbled up his neck and stroked a hand over one of his pecs. Her touch had him sucking in air. “I really want you to fuck me, David. Nice and hard.” Hot breath in his ear. “I also want to suck your dick so badly.”
Her words turned the fire within him to an almost unbearable inferno. Talk was fine, but now he wanted more. “I like the sound of both.” And with that, he caught the hem of Mish’s shirt and yanked up.
She laughed and let him pull the thing off, baring her fine abs and even finer breasts. “Jesus, you are a goddess.”
“Queen,” she said, tugging him to her. “Come here.”
He went. Skin against skin. Lips, mouths, hands roaming everywhere, exploring. He teased one of her nipples into his mouth and she arched into him on a breathless moan. After he’d done the same with the other, she lifted his mouth off her breast and occupied it with her lips and tongue instead. That was fine. Every piece of her was so damn fine it hurt to contemplate for too long.
When Mish cupped his package, he pressed against her palm. “Damn, baby.”
She chuckled against his lips. “Hard for me,” she said, and traced him through his shorts, the pressure softer and indistinct.
“It’s a packer.” She probably knew, but he’d wanted to say it anyway. “But yeah. I am.” He was, too. Painfully hard underneath, and neither her ministrations nor his own thrusts helped that situation any.
Well, they did help—but this wasn’t his favorite way of getting off. Far from it.
“Should I stop?” She moved her hand to his thigh. “Or keep going?”
He met her gaze. “Well, you did mention something about wanting to suck my dick.”
“Yeah, I did, didn’t I?” Her hands were back on his shorts, this time to unbutton and unzip him. They made quick work of getting him naked, all while Mish looked at him like she wanted to eat him alive. Maybe she did, given that goddamned fiery stare. “If you were in my business, you’d be a fucking rock god with a body like that.”
“Security god sounds ridiculous.” He kept in shape for the job, but also partly out of habit—it had kept the dysphoria at bay for so long. Maybe that was his body issue, but the outcome was that he could take out people taller and thicker than him, and in his line of work, that was good.
That Mish loved the results? Even better.
He cupped her face and ran his thumb over her lips. “You got a bed in this place, baby? ’Cause I think we’d be more comfortable without a coffee table right there.” Especially not one with a glass top.
She rose in one fluid motion, and David found himself eye level with the one piece of clothing Mish still wore. He grabbed her hips and planted a kiss on her mound, delighting in the gasp she made. She smelled of lust and salt, and he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her.
“Bed, David. Now.” She tugged at his hair. “Or we’re gonna end up on this coffee table after all.”
“Not gonna say no to you and bed.” And banging on a glass table wasn’t his idea of fun. He paused long enough to grab his duffel, then followed her out of the living room into another huge room. This one had a king-sized bed, more couches, and a huge TV. Plus a freaking wet bar in the corner. “Fuck me, this place have a swimming pool?”
“Hot tub in the bathroom.” She swung him into her arms, pulling him close so the lace of her panties slid across his dick.
He murmured, “You’re killing me, Mish.”
“Then drop the bag and get on the bed, David, so I can kill you even more.” Her voice was low and commanding, and she didn’t need to tell him twice.
They broke apart, and he set the bag by the foot of the bed, then crawled into the middle of the huge plush white
space, flipped over and laid his head on the pillows. He didn’t have time to make any of the snarky comments on the tip of his tongue, because Mish was right there above him, her long, warm body weighing his down, and that damn lace rasped against him again. It was torture, both her slow kiss and the way she moved her body over his.
He brushed his fingers through her hair, then down over her back to her ass, and ground up against her.
Given her huff of laughter, his actions amused her. “So I do turn you on.”
He kissed her shoulder. “Fuck, woman. You turn me inside out.” He thought about simply flipping their places and going down on her, because he really did want a taste. “I like this.” Her on top, making the first moves. Seemed right.
He could relax this way. Enjoy himself. No expectations, just two people enjoying each other.
She levered up and hovered above him. Not a shiver or shake in those toned arms—god, she was strong. “So, you don’t want to possess me?” There was surprise in her voice, maybe even delight.
“I want to protect you.” That came out without thought. Hell, he wanted to keep all of Twisted Wishes safe. The band, the crew. Everyone. Mish, though... She was a kindred spirit. He didn’t understand all of the how and why of it, but she understood him in ways a lot of people didn’t, and that was rare, indeed.
Mish didn’t move, complex emotions playing over her face.
He ran his hands up the taut muscles of her arms. “No, it’s not the job, baby. It’s who I am. I want to protect the people I care about.” Beneath his fingers, he felt the tiniest tremble in those arms. “Possessing someone, the way I think you mean, is the opposite of caring about them.”
Mish’s face softened, and she lowered herself until her lips met his and her whole body pressed him down into the mattress.
This kiss, this embrace, wasn’t full of lust—it was slow and sensual and had the taste of promise and entanglement and affection. A different heat flared in David, one that tightened his throat and spiked a little fear into his mind. He knew what was happening, that spinning helpless feeling of falling and falling.
And who wouldn’t fall for Mish?
She worked her mouth down over David’s jaw, mouthing at his beard, then under his chin and down to suck on his collarbone. He arched off the bed.
She laughed. “Sensitive?”
Before he could answer, she nibbled the spot again, sending lightning into his veins and he bucked up against her.
“A little.” Came out raspy and breathless.
He stroked his fingers down her body again, finding the edge of her breasts and gliding a finger over the soft, warm skin there.
She let out a cry and twisted. Delicious. So he did it again. This time Mish grabbed his hands and pushed them up over his head. “Be a good boy, David.”
“I am being a good boy.” He smiled up at her. “I did say I wanted to worship you, after all.”
She kissed the tip of his nose. “Worship, not distract. Hands on the headboard, David.”
He did as told, and she slid back down his body, kissing and nipping. Down his chest, stopping to kiss a nipple. It had been a fifty-fifty chance, but she’d found the more sensitive of the two, and he twisted on the sheets as she lavished attention on it and his pec. The wood of the headboard bit into his palm. “Fuck, baby. Please!”
“Getting there,” she murmured against his chest.
He could feel the devil in her smile against his skin. God, he wasn’t going to survive this night. He’d barely had a chance to touch her. Not that he minded—but his brain and body were about to shatter into a million pieces.
Letting go once in a while was a good thing. He’d done it so rarely, he’d forgotten what it was like to be out of control of the situation and out of his mind with anticipation and desire. The wanting and needing and pleading. The way every piece of his skin, every nerve ached for Mish’s touch and how utterly turned on he could get from kisses and licks and fingers dancing over flesh. He tightened his grip on the headboard as Mish slid her mouth over his abs, to the juncture of his leg. She kissed each thigh, and blew a warm breath over his dick.
“Mish!” he hissed. Torture. Pure torture. It took all his will not to let go of the headboard and guide her mouth where he needed it to be.
“Want something, darling?”
“Your fucking mouth around my fucking—”
She sucked him down so suddenly, and everything became fire and light and breathless pleasure. He moaned against the tension coiling in his belly, back arching off the mattress. God, of course her mouth would be as talented at this as it was at everything else. She eased off a little, swirling her tongue around his girth while humming into him. The vibrations sounded all the way up his bones to his fingertips digging into the wood of the headboard.
She teased and sucked and tongued him and yeah, that would get him off. Light danced in his vision. One of her hands was on his stomach, the other on his thigh, holding his leg. His breath came in harsh grunts, and oh god, he was so damn close he could taste the pleasure on his tongue, his body winding up and up, grunts becoming gasps as he sought air and the courage to say the words that were really fucking hard to say. Because he hadn’t been clear when she’d asked before.
He wanted more than just her mouth. “Mish!” That came out as a moan. He tried again. “I need you inside me.”
She hummed again, an agreeable sound that had his toes curling, then her fingers were sliding into his hole, stretching him, fucking him, and it was too damn much and exactly right. He didn’t care that his hands weren’t on wood anymore, but curled into Mish’s hair as he thrust and pleaded. His vision turned hot and white and every nerve fired at once as he came on her mouth and hand.
She let him down slowly, kissing his inner thigh. “Damn, boy. That was some ride.”
He smoothed his fingers through her hair. “Not over yet.” He gulped down air and stared at the ceiling, his heart slowing. God, he felt good. Liquid. Content. First time in...he didn’t know how long. “Just need to put my brain back in my head.” He tugged gently on her hair. “Come up here, please?”
She slid up him, and that was glorious and right, their legs entwined, the scent of sex hanging in the air. He kissed her, tasting himself, and deepened the kiss until she was the one squirming. When they came up for air, she brushed a lock of hair off his forehead. “I take it you approve.”
“Baby, I haven’t come like that in a while. Fuck yes, I approve.”
Mish smoothed a hand on his chest, and her smile was somehow sly and shy at the same time. “Glad I could help.”
“More than.” He closed his eyes. “You have no idea.”
She kissed him, then nuzzled against his chin. “I have some idea, David.” Humor there. That shifted to something more content. “God, I love your beard.”
“Some women find it annoying.” There’d been several who had told him that. But he loved how it looked on him, loved how he looked when he stared back in the mirror. A reminder in the morning of who he was. He wasn’t changing that for anyone. Too hard won.
Her fingers teased over his chin and up the side of his face to his ear. “Well, it takes all kinds, as my momma said. Their loss. And my gain.”
He shifted, surging up to kiss her and hold her beautiful face in his hands. “My gain, too.” Didn’t take long or all that much effort to roll until they’d switched places, David above and Mish underneath him. She laughed and arched her neck back and god, all he wanted to do was kiss her everywhere.
Well...not all he wanted to do. But it was a good start.
She had a dusting of freckles on her shoulders, and he pressed his lips to those on the way to her collarbone. Cupping her breasts and toying with her hard nipples had her squirming and gasping.
“Yeah, that’s good.” Each word was breathless.
He licked the t
ip of one nipple. “Nice to know.” Her laugh turned into a low moan when he closed his mouth over her breast. She tasted of salt and heat, the scent of whatever she’d used in the shower still lingering, despite all that they’d done so far.
Now it was her turn to curse and tangle fingers into his hair. “Fuck, David. It’s too much.” He backed off and met her wild gaze. “I mean, it’s good. Really fucking good. But also too good.”
“Slower, then?” He kissed the valley between her breasts.
“Actually, lower.” Her smile was lazy. “If you please.”
Oh, that he could do. “Maybe you should grip the headboard.”
“Nah. I like your hair. And besides, my bed, my rules.”
He laughed against her belly button. “Fair.” Then he licked circles around it, savoring how the muscles underneath trembled, how Mish’s breath hitched.
“Lower,” she murmured again.
“Getting there, baby.” He drew his hand over her thigh and up between, slipping his finger along her slit, even as he worked his mouth down her body so slowly.
“Fucking tease!” Her fingers tightened in his hair and she urged him down farther. To take her in his mouth. To slip inside.
“Turnabout, sweetheart.” He kissed her mound, then slid his tongue over her clit.
She bucked against him, her cry low and so sexy. God, he could get used to that. Used to this. Her banter, her taste. He slipped a finger inside her while licking slow circles around her nub.
The grip of his head tightened almost painfully. “Like you mean it, David.” Mish practically growled the words. Commanding. Compelling.
“As you wish, my queen.” Then he gave her exactly what she’d asked for, and that was perfect, too. Her cries, the tug on his head, the way her thighs trapped him there. He sucked her clit and fucked her with two fingers, curling and stretching until she was practically levitating off the bed and shouting his name loud enough that the whole damn floor probably knew who’d made her come.
He slowed a little, easing her down, but not stopping completely until she pulled him up. “How big a dick you got in that bag of yours?”
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