Sinful Rhythms: The Black Lilith Series #4

by Hazel Jacobs

  “Wait here,” he says.

  And Tessa obeys, even when he gets up off of the bed and walks over to his bag. He rifles through it for a moment and then returns with another, smaller bag. He dumps its contents onto the bed.

  Tessa shies away. “Did you buy that stuff just for me?” she asks.

  “Yes, and I plan on using them all with you when you’re ready,” Dash says. Confidence is clear in his voice. “Do you trust me?”

  He kisses her knee, and the movement is so soft that Tessa feels like melting.

  She tries not to let the fear she feels show on her face as she answers, “Sure.” Tessa has this miniature feeling that Dash hides behind these toys as a façade.

  But if Dash needs to fall back on what he thinks he’s good at, then Tessa will let him. Hell, it might be fun for now. But eventually, he will have to drop the mask and the scripts and show her the real Dash Todd. But maybe he’s not ready for that yet.

  But if he loves me he will be soon…

  And then Tessa is barely thinking at all because Dash is leaning up to kiss her and pressing the vibrator against her at the same time. She’s so wet that it slips right in, probably faster than he would have intended it to, and she gasps into his mouth as his kisses become rougher, greedier.

  Dash leaves the toy inside of her. It starts vibrating, and it’s enough to set her hips lifting off of the bed. “Fuck! Dash…”

  While the toy is inside of her, its extension is applying steady pressure to her clit, Dash reaches up with both hands to pull her shirt off. She raises her shoulders and arms eagerly, desperate to make this move faster. Her bra is gone before she even gets the chance to think about it. Dash sucks a nipple into his mouth and that, combined with the pressure on her clit, makes Tessa moan.

  But it’s not enough.

  More…

  “You want more?” Dash asks. Tessa’s too messed up to wonder if she’d said it out loud. She just nods desperately.

  Dash leans back on his knees and hoists her legs up around his hips. His jeans are tented with a huge bulge, and Tessa wants to demand that he get to work with that, but he seems fairly intent on going at his own pace and ignoring his own needs in favor of driving Tessa insane. He takes the vibrator and twists it inside of her, earning himself a long groan.

  “Dash…” Tess moans. “I need you.”

  “You’ve got me, baby. I’m right here.”

  “No, Dash… I need you.”

  His eyes flicker, then he shoves the toy forward, so it presses down hard on her clit. Tessa gasps. She’s aching for release, and she thinks that she probably looks like a mess—chest heaving, skin flushed, eyes rolled back, and pupils probably dilated to the size of saucers.

  But if there’s one thing Tessa knows, it’s her own orgasms. She’s close, but this isn’t enough. The toy is too impersonal. She should have realized from the moment Dash slid it in her that it wouldn’t get her going the way that it should. The way that she knows he could if he’d just take her himself.

  “Are you hiding behind that toy, Dash?”

  “Baby, I don’t need to hide,” he says, scoffing. There’s an edge to his voice as he twists the toy again.

  Fuckkkk!

  “I’m not going to come like this.”

  “Oh, challenge accepted,” he whispers biting down on her hip.

  “I mean it, Dash. I want you. All of you.”

  Dash seems to think about that. There’s a flicker of doubt behind his eyes and Tessa remembers that she’s already decided to just let him have his way. That if the sex-god persona was what he was comfortable with right now, then she should leave him to it. But in her daze, she’d just blurted out what she wanted.

  Dash turns off the toy and pulls it out of her, making her gasp. Then he licks the toy with a wicked grin on his face and Tessa thinks that she might spontaneously combust.

  “Jesus.”

  “Dash, actually,” he replies. He leans over and kisses her neck, her collarbone, and the curve of her breasts. She reaches up to run a hand through his hair and tugs slightly. “I’m going to have to get you relaxed first, Tess.”

  He’d seemed comfortable with the toy, with making her come on the railing during the show in Houston, but when he leans back to survey her, he looks less confident. Not necessarily out of place, though. It’s as though the veneer of his script and his plans for her have gone out the window, as though he’s dropping the act and he’s gone back to being her sweet Dash—or at least, her best friend who’s on the edge of going full sex-god. He looks like he’s hanging on the edge of his sanity as he looks down at her, but there’s still a tiny sliver of concern in his eyes. He even chews his lip a little as he tosses the toy to the bottom of the bed, and hoists her hips up again so she can wrap her legs around him.

  “Dash, I need you so bad right now,” she says.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Then fuck me. Not having you inside me right now is hurting!”

  Dash just shakes his head at her. He looks slightly in awe, as though he would never have expected her to say something like that. Though at this point what else is there to say?

  “You’ll have me,” Dash says.

  As he says ‘have,’ he presses his thumb to her clit and all Tessa can think is finally before her eyes roll back in her head and she’s gasping and writhing. Dash is not even moving his hand. He doesn’t need to. Her hips move of their own accord. The more he touches her, the more she wants. She wants to be enveloped in Dash, to be consumed by him, she wants to be as close to one as two people can get.

  “Holy shit, Dash.”

  Finally pressing in a finger, she squirms at the intrusion. It’s as though her body, recognizing the difference from the toy, is behaving differently now that it knows that Dash is the one filling her up. He pushes in and out of her, rubbing her with his thumb at the same time, watching her with such an intensity that she has half a mind to cover her breasts, she feels so exposed under his gaze.

  “You’re tight,” he says. Like he’s in awe. “I didn’t… God. How long has it been, Tess?”

  “Too long,” she moans. Her voice is thin and breathless. “It’s only been you since you messaged me that night, Dash…” she trails off when he reaches for hair and pulls with ferocity.

  “I’m going to make you so ready for me, baby,” he growls into her neck. It’s like since she just told him he’s been the only one on her mind from that night, he’s switched to ultimate beast mode.

  Yes, yes, yes.

  “You’re going to be so stretched that you’re not going to feel anything but destroyed when I’m done with you.”

  So that’s the issue, she thinks. He’s worried that he’ll be too big.

  Tessa reaches up to run her hand absently over his arm, the only physical comfort she can offer when she’s feeling so good already.

  “I’m well aware you have the Loch Ness Monster hidden in there somewhere, Dash. But if you don’t get him out right now I’m going to have to go get that vibrator.”

  Dash slides another finger into her, his being so much thicker than her own. He gently opens her up, slowly caressing the inside of her as though he’s trying to learn her through touch alone.

  “So good, Tess,” says Dash, and Tessa thinks that she might actually pass out.

  The blood has rushed from her head and the rest of her body, and it’s pooling right in her clit. It feels like she’s on fire, she’s throbbing, she’s so desperate for release that she can hardly think beyond more and yes and there. Dash may not have known her body for very long, but he can play her as assuredly as he’s ever played his guitar. Somewhere in the hazy, pleasure-soaked regions of her brain, Tessa wonders if that’s what he’s doing. Is he running his fingers inside of her and playing invisible notes? Are his fingers making music with her moans?

  Dash runs his free hand over Tessa’s hip, feeling the overheated flesh, and she can’t tell what he’s thinking beyond apparently being i

ntensely focused. His palm grazes the top of her groin as he works his fingers inside of her, brushing against her clit at the same time and causing her hips to jerk up and seek more pressure.

  It’s a strange feeling to be on the edge of orgasm, but not to actually come. Like she’s waiting on the edge of a cliff, and all she needs is a little push. But she can’t jump herself. But holy shit would she like to. She tries to push her hips down to meet his fingers, and then Dash starts to thrust his long, thick fingers into her. He pulls them out to the tips and then rotates his wrist so that his fingertips are running over the edges, stretching her.

  “You’re going to kill me with those fingers of yours.”

  He looks pretty pleased with himself. “They didn’t bring me on to the band for my good looks.”

  “Dash—”

  “Patience,” he says like he can tell what she’s thinking.

  Probably because there’s not a lot else she could be thinking in this context.

  So all Tessa can do is lay there taking the pleasure, rotating her hips while he fucks her with his three fingers, thinking it’s criminal that she hasn’t come yet. She’s so overstimulated that she thinks it can’t be healthy. Like she might actually have an aneurysm because something has to explode inside of her.

  And Dash is desperately methodical. Tessa sinks further into bliss as Dash alternates sharp thrusts and slow, gentle stretching, brushing a thumb over her clit every now and again and earning himself a moan and a swear. It occurs to Tessa that she’s not being nearly as quiet as she should be for a hotel guest. The neighbors will probably complain.

  “You’re being loud, babe.”

  “Whose fault is that?”

  Without pausing, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts a song. It seems to be a random selection, and Tessa recognizes the song. ‘Running Up That Hill’ by Placebo. It’s not loud enough to drown her out, but it might confuse the casual listener, which she thinks is probably the best they can hope for right now.

  Tessa is whining and begging, and then Dash dips his head down to lick at her clit and her whole body shudders. She goes completely silent. Nothing escapes her but a breathy moan while the heat rises up her legs.

  Dash pulls all three fingers out of her and Tessa gasps. “Dash… ” It’s not a protest because she knows that he’s not about to walk away, not now. She just has to say his name. It’s the only word that makes sense to her now.

  Dash pulls back a little, curls his arms around Tessa’s hips, and starts lifting her so that he’s facing her clit. She’s already been stretched out to take three fingers.

  “Just relax,” Dash says. “I’ve got you.”

  At this point, Tessa would happily let the man do whatever he wanted since he seems to have a plan. Dash uses his hands braced on her hips to raise her body right up off the bed, so her legs drape over his shoulder. Tessa’s shoulders are still on the bed, but the rest of her is up in the air. Dash presses his mouth to Tessa and starts licking in long, slow, deliberate strokes.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

  Dash is so strong that he can hold Tessa up like she doesn’t weigh a thing, which is lucky because she doesn’t have the core strength to hold this position when she’s not internally combusting. His tongue sends tremors down her spine as he continues to open her up, tracing the edges of her before dipping inside for a better taste.

  Tessa knows that she can’t keep this up much longer. There’s a point where not orgasming becomes painful, and she’s almost reached it. She’s shaking, she’s keening, and her breathing is so shallow that she wonders if someone listening in would think that she was having a panic attack.

  Then he leans up and sucks her clit into his mouth, and then Tessa’s whole body bucks in his arms as electricity, pressure, and heat shoot through her body.

  “Holy shit, Dash…”

  He ignores her gasping prayers as he tightens his hold on her hips. Tessa sobs out loud as her orgasm finally hits her. Dash runs his tongue over her clit, again and again, pushing her through her spasms, coaxing even more pleasure out of her. She thinks she might be screaming because her throat is sore, and she knows that she’s hurting her nails from gripping the sheets too hard.

  Finally, Tessa sags in Dash’s arms, completely sated.

  And Dash is moving again, but mainly to lean over, so she isn’t hurting her back while he continues to lick at her, moving his tongue down to her opening as he traces around the still-spasming muscles. Tessa can’t think, she can’t speak. She would never be able to describe this experience, not with all of her years of school to give her the vocabulary and the tools to do it.

  She’s still having trouble sorting through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, but she’s vaguely aware of Dash maneuvering her around. She goes willingly, unable to really help much, but at least not hindering. Tessa feels herself being pulled up and waits for what feels like an eternity as Dash undoes his pants. She tries to turn her head, but she can’t see much.

  Maybe that’s a good thing.

  Maybe if she sees the size of him, she’ll tense up on instinct.

  Then Tessa is being turned around so that her back is pressed against Dash’s chest. His hands are shaking slightly, and doesn’t that do wonders for her self-esteem. Pulling her thighs apart, so she’s straddling his legs while he kneels. She looks down at her spread legs and she can see the thick head of him. He’s wet at the tip and flushed, and inexplicably covered with a condom, even though she has no idea when he managed to slip one on. She must have been a bit more messed up from the orgasm than she’d thought.

  She’s whimpering, needier, and more desperate than she’s ever been with any other man because even though she’s already come, she still feels strangely bereft. Even though she’s had her pleasure, she wants more.

  “I love you, Tess. But right now, I’m going to fuck you like I hate you.”

  Holy fucking shit. Yes!

  Dash’s breathing is harsh in her ear, and he lifts Tessa’s legs up to maneuver her over him, pressing his head to her and finally beginning to push himself in. Dash lowers Tessa easily down onto himself, and Tessa lets her head fall back onto his shoulder. She finally understands why he was so hesitant to get started—if she weren’t so blissed out and relaxed, this would have hurt. It would have stretched her to her absolute limit, both thick and long in a way that she’s never experienced before. All that preparation was definitely worth it.

  She moans all the way down, and Dash pushes deep inside of her waiting, relaxed body.

  “Tess,” Dash says. He sounds completely wrecked. “Fuck! I can’t take this any longer. I hope you’re not fragile.”

  Tessa can hardly breathe, and in a few seconds, it doesn’t matter if she can breathe or not because he takes her like she’s belonged to him her whole life. Dash groans and curses in her ear as he moves savagely. Tessa tries to hold onto something, but there’s nothing to hold onto, so all she can do is wrap her arms up and around his head so she’s pulling at his hair, and that only makes him go deeper and harder.

  Dash’s hand dips down to rub her clit, rapidly and with purpose, and Tessa opens her mouth in a silent scream as her body tenses up, then releases, then tenses again. Dash’s voice, groaning with pleasure, fills her ears as he clings to her, dropping her down and grinding in a long circle with deep, violent thrusts, bringing her as close to himself as he can get her, and she can feel him pulsating inside of her. He’s so big, and he fills her so completely, that she can practically feel the blood rushing through him.

  “Jesus, Tess,” he breathes out, and she feels a warm rise of affection in her chest when she hears it.

  Tessa can barely move when they’re finished. She can only collapse onto the bed as a puddle of very satisfied woman. Dash seems to take a moment to collect himself before standing up, and Tessa—still dazed—takes a moment to really appreciate the size of the cock that was inside of her.

  Black Lilith hadn’t exaggerated.

  She’ll need to get out the measuring tape later, she thinks.

  Dash tosses the condom into the trash can, turns off the music, disappears into the bathroom and returns with a warm wet towel. It isn’t until he’s halfway through cleaning her up, with the kind of gentleness and thoughtfulness that would make her weak in the knees if she could stand, that she can finally speak.

  “I think I had an out-of-body experience there.”

  She expects him to say something smug, but he looks almost shy as he finishes cleaning her up and throws the towel on the ground.

  “Yeah, me too,” he says. Then he lays down and pulls her into his back, spooning her from behind.

  It’s only now that she realizes she’s sweating.

  “I should take a shower.”

  “Mmm…” He doesn’t move to let her go.

  Tessa decides that the shower can wait. Instead, she burrows herself into his chest and reaches up to run her fingers over the arm that he has draped over her waist.

  “We’ll talk later, right?” she asks. “Get all our shit on the table, so that we don’t ruin it?”

  Though, really, they’ve already said the dreaded ‘L’ word. What else is there at this point? Everything else can be worked out. Everything else is secondary, superfluous… her brain must still be messed up from the sex because she can’t think of another word to use there.

  “Yes, absolutely,” Dash replies. “Logan said we should. I trust him.”

  “I mean, the man is married. Something went right there.”

  “Yeah…”

  He drifts off. She can tell from the way his words are slurring that he’s starting to fade into unconsciousness. Tessa knows she’ll follow him soon, but for the moment she’s happy to just lay there enjoying the feeling of him wrapped around her.

  Dash stirs and kisses her shoulder. “So, you’re now my girlfriend, right?”

  She smiles into her pillow. “Yes,” she replies. “Dash, don’t make me regret you.”

  “Baby, I wouldn’t dare.”

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