I tried to rub myself against his thigh, needing the friction. I was throbbing. I was so excited it had become a physical pain.
His finger rubbed back and forth along the tender skin just below the waistline of my pants. He stared down at me, licking his lips.
“Gracie, what do you want me to do?” he repeated, smirking at me with a smile that was downright devious.
“I want you to touch me,” I huffed. Wasn’t that freaking obvious?
Mitch dipped his head and lightly ran his lips along the curve of my belly. Not kissing. Not licking. Just a teasing, tantalizing touch.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” he whispered against my skin.
Fucking hell!
I didn’t answer right away, too caught up in the sensations wracking my body.
He nipped at the skin above my hip and I yelped in surprise. “Where do you want me to touch you, Gracie?” he demanded, harsher this time.
“Everywhere, Mitch! Everywhere!” I moaned.
“Here?” he breathed, kissing my belly button, his tongue dipping inside.
“Oh,” I groaned.
“Or should I touch you here?” he asked, slowly unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down the zipper. He peeled them back and kissed my mound through the fabric of my underwear.
It wasn’t enough and he knew it. He was teasing me and enjoying every single minute of it.
“More,” I whined. I sounded like a bratty kid who didn’t get the candy bar she wanted. I didn’t give a shit.
“You need to be specific,” he laughed.
I gripped his hair and gave it a yank, pulling him back up the length of my body. He wanted to play rough? Well he’d get rough.
When he had settled his weight on top of me, fitting between my thighs, I stared up into his eyes. We were burning for each other. This is what it felt like to be on fire. To be consumed from the inside out.
“I want you to put your cock inside me,” I purred and he groaned. I tugged his hair again, harder this time. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I will feel you between my legs for days.” I arched up, grinding against him. “I’ll beg for if that’s what you want. I can plead for you to screw my brains out.” I pulled his ear lobe into his mouth and bit down. Not too hard. Just hard enough.
“But I just want to feel you everywhere,” I whispered.
Something changed on Mitch’s face and his eyes softened. He shuddered then wrapped his arms around me, rolling both of us over so I was now on top, straddling him.
He pressed his hand over my thumping heart and held it there. It was beating so hard and so fast I wondered if it would imprint on his palm. “I just want you to feel me here,” he said, the words cracking and falling a part. “It’s the only place I ever want to be.” His voice broke and shattered and I came completely undone.
“Mitch,” I let out in a tattered, tortured breath. And then we were kissing again. He quickly removed my shirt and bra, throwing them on the floor. He trailed his lips down my body until he reached my nipple. He sucked the taut, sensitive bud in between his teeth and I arched into his mouth.
“I want you naked underneath me,” he rasped against my breast. “I want to own every inch of you.”
“Well I can’t be the only naked one here,” I pouted and Mitch laughed.
He ripped off his shirt, buttons flying. One landed with a ping against the radiator. He balled up the fabric and threw it across the room. “Is that better?” he asked, giving me a cheeky grin.
I nodded, my tongue thick in my mouth as I stared at his muscular chest. He didn’t have any piercings or tattoos like the rest of the guys in the band. Most people wouldn’t look at him and see a rock star.
His skin was unblemished and perfect. He didn’t need anything else to be beautiful.
I pulled him up so that he was in a sitting position and wrapped my arms around him, kissing his chest, licking his skin and nibbling a line up to the base of his throat.