Moist heat trailed up the side of Myrna's neck. She sighed, more asleep than awake. A gentle suction just under her ear drew a shudder from her body. She gave herself over to the feel of his mouth against her skin and the warm strength of his hard body behind her. The backs of his fingers brushed over the bare skin just beneath her navel. Her body tensed with need. His fingers slid beneath the waistband of her panties, teasing curls of hair as he sought her clit. She was so hot and swollen. How had he gotten her so worked up so quickly? His fingers stroked her with the speed, pressure, and rhythm required to bring her to orgasm in seconds.
"Oh God!" she cried as her body convulsed with release. She'd never climaxed so quickly in her life.
She turned her head to seek his mouth with hers. She reached for him, her hand finding the warm skin of his arm. He'd removed his shirt while she'd been sleeping. A little more exploring found he still wore his jeans. Damn.
He kissed her, and then shifted her back against his chest with one hand splayed over her bare belly. His other hand cupped her breast through her nightgown. He rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed.
"How do you feel?" she asked.
"Horny."
She chuckled. "I meant your hangover."
"What hangover?"
She smiled and her hand slid between their bodies, cupping his erection through his pants. She'd suspected it last night when he'd pressed his bulge against her mound, but her fondling confirmed it. Oh yes, huge. Her entire body throbbed. Brian caught her hand to prevent her from stroking him, but didn't move it away.
"Hold on," he said. "You left me in quite a state last night. I'm about to explode already."
"Do you even remember last night?"
"Every moment, Myrna."
She was surprised he remembered anything, much less her name. "There is something warm and wet between my thighs that wants to be filled with this." She squeezed his cock gently, her hand still trapped in his.
He groaned and moved to climb from the bed.
"Where are you going?"
"I gotta go to the bathroom and jerk one out or I won't last five seconds."
"Oh no, you're not." She clung to his waist to prevent him from climbing from the bed. "I'll take care of that for you."
She unfastened his belt buckle and unbuttoned his fly, before freeing his cock from the confines of his boxers.
At the sight of his thick erection, her pussy twitched with longing. "Beautiful," she murmured.
"Beautiful?"
She supposed guys didn't want their cocks referred to as beautiful. She hadn't called it cute at least. It wasn't cute though, it was at least ten inches of smooth, gorgeous man flesh. Veins strained against the darkened skin. She couldn't wait to taste him, to run her tongue along the rim of the enlarged head. She tore her gaze from his cock to look at him.
"It's a fucking beast, Brian. You're going to tear me in half with that thing!"
He looked stunned at first, but then laughed. "The only way to save yourself from my beast is to put it in your mouth."
She kissed the tip, sucking one side gently, and then moved away to peel his pants, boxers and socks off in one sweep.
"Just lie back and relax," she said. Her ex-husband's accusatory voice filtered through her thoughts, Go ahead, Myrna. Suck his cock. Prove me right again, you whore.
She paused, glancing up at Brian uncertainly. He propped a pillow against the headboard and leaned back, spreading his legs, trusting her with his most sensitive areas without hesitation. He'd think she was a whore, too, wouldn't he?
"What's the matter?" Brian touched her hair gently. "If you don't want to…"
But she did want to. She ran her hands up the insides of his thighs and spread his legs farther apart. She cupped his balls in one hand, finding them full and tight, the skin cool to the touch. He gasped. She gently raked her fingernails over his scrotum, and then lowered her head to draw the loose skin into her mouth, sucking and licking his flesh until his entire body tensed. She nipped the wrinkled skin with her teeth. He jerked.
"What the—?"
Go ahead, Brian, call me a whore.
When his body relaxed again, she lifted her head and took his cock in her mouth, sucking him deep into her throat. She swallowed. He groaned. She sucked hard as she pulled back, and rubbed the rim of the head with her tongue before drawing away completely. He grunted in protest when he fell free of her mouth. She blew a breath of cool air over the moistened tip. He sucked a breath through his teeth.
"Mmm," she murmured, and then lowered her head to suck on the skin of his scrotum again.
"Myr, you're killing me," he whispered.
She sucked a testicle into her mouth.
"Whoa!" He clutched the bedclothes in both fists and banged his head back against the headboard.
She released his flesh from her mouth and touched his cock with her fingertips. It jumped in response.
"Please," he begged. "Suck me. God. Please."
She lowered her head further, tonguing the crease of skin between his balls and her ultimate goal. When her tongue danced over the puckered flesh of his anus, he squirmed, panting as she tested the limits of his self-control. After a moment, he relaxed and she pressed the tip of her tongue inside him. He twitched.
He hadn't called her a whore yet, but she knew he must have been thinking it.
She withdrew her tongue and placed a sucking kiss around his puckered flesh before moving to take his cock in her mouth.
"Yes," he gasped. "Thank you."
She cupped his balls in one hand, massaging gently as she drew his cock in and out of her mouth, applying the most suction at its head as she let it fall from her lips, and then she'd take it within again. By the hitch in his breathing, she could tell he was close. She wanted him to come in her mouth. Wanted to taste him. Swallow him. Make his body spasm with release.
Only whores like to swallow, Jeremy's voice assured her.
She squeezed her eyes closed and took Brian's cock deep into her throat.
"Mmmmmm…" she purred loudly.
"God!"
She drew back and bobbed her head up and down rapidly as she sucked. Her lips bumped over the sensitive rim faster and faster. One hand held the base of his cock firmly so she could concentrate on her technique, the other continued to massage his balls gently. His groans of pleasure encouraged her to suck harder, move faster. Come, Brian. Come on. Give me what I want.
She knew he was holding back on her, selfishly trying to prolong his pleasure. She didn't mind. She loved a challenge. She wriggled her tongue against the underside of his cock as she sucked him deep. When he was buried deep in her throat again, she hummed and dipped the tip of a finger into his ass.
"Fuck, woman!" He grabbed her hair as his hips bucked off the mattress and he bathed the back of her throat with his juices.
She smiled, sucking him and swallowing his offering until he stopped spurting. When his body went limp, she released his cock from her mouth and collapsed beside him, breathing hard to catch her breath.
"You're amazing," he whispered, still panting. "Amazing."
Why don't you tell me what you really think of me? Jeremy had never had a problem expressing himself.
Brian reached for her and drew her against him. She buried her face in his side, inhaling his scent. Sexual excitement had strengthened his unique, musky aroma. She loved the smell of his body. There was probably something wrong with that, too. She struggled to free herself from his embrace, but he held her fast.
"I need to take a shower," she said, her hand pressing against the skull tattoo on his abdomen. "I have several sessions I'm supposed to attend this morning."
"The only sessions you're attending will be right here." He pointed at his softening cock. "As soon as I can move, that is."
She didn't disgust him? She looked up at him, expecting him to be staring her down with accusation, but he just grinned as if he was half stoned.
"Don't you have things to do today?" she asked.
"Lots," he said. "And they all involve your body."
Her heart kicked. She smiled. Maybe he was okay with her uninhibited side. "You rock stars have such hard lives."
He was quiet for a long moment. "Did you just suck me off like a maniac because I'm a rock star or because you like me?"
She cringed. "Does it matter?"
"Yeah."
"I like you." She paused. "I also like that you're a rock star. I'm especially drawn to those magical fingers of yours." She took his hand in hers and kissed his fingertips.
"But if I wasn't famous, you wouldn't have anything to do with me."
"If you weren't famous, I probably would have been too shy to introduce myself to you last night. I would have wanted to suck you off like a maniac, regardless. You're irresistibly sexy, Brian."
He grinned. "I guess that's good enough for me."
She reached up and touched his handsome face. "Does it bother you that women respond to your fame?"
"Not usually." He shrugged. "Sometimes."
He wanted something real, not the fantasy. She could see it in his soft, brown eyes as he gazed at her. She was sorry to disappoint him, but she was all about the fantasy. He'd just have to find a way to cope when her few hours in fantasyland came to an end. And so what if that made her a whore. She was tired of pretending to be a good girl. I always saw the real you and I loved you anyway, Jeremy's voice intruded her thoughts again. She shook her head slightly.
"Can you move yet?" she asked, hoping Brian could exorcise the demon of Jeremy from her thoughts.
"Let me try." His free hand covered her breast and squeezed. "Almost."
She gazed down his body. Her hand slid down his belly toward his slack cock. It twitched in response. She grinned. "Almost."
"So where is this piercing you told us about last night?"
She flushed. "I was only teasing. I don't really have a body piercing. Or a tattoo."
"I don't believe you. I'll need to look you over for myself."
He stripped her nightgown off over her head and pressed her down flat on her back.
"Hmm. I don't see any here," he said, gazing at her breasts. "Just let me make sure." He stroked her nipple with his fingertips, drawing it to a hardened bud. He lowered his head, flicked the taunt tip with his tongue and then sucked it into his mouth.
Myrna gasped. He sucked hard, stroking the underside of her nipple and breast with his tongue.
"Nope, definitely no piercing," he said. "Better check the other one."
He repeated the treatment on her other breast. Her fingers stole into the soft strands of his longish hair, holding him there. He lifted his head and blew a cool breath over her moist nipple. Her body jerked.
He didn't move for a moment and she gazed down at him. He was watching her as if waiting for something.
"If you let go of my hair, I can continue my inspection."
She flushed and released his hair. His mouth left a trail of wet kisses along the underside of her breast, across her ribs to the center of her stomach, and then down to her navel. He dipped his tongue into her bellybutton rhythmically, causing a flood of heat between her thighs. She throbbed with need, craving that thrusting rhythm within. Ah God, fuck me, Brian. She bit her lip so she didn't make the mistake of saying it aloud.
"No navel ring," he murmured.
He continued down her body, sucking a trail over her lower belly. A spasm shook her body and she giggled.
"Ticklish?"
"A little."
He blew a cool breath over the moist trail he'd left behind and she moaned. He used the distraction to slide her panties from her body.
"One more place I need to check." He wrapped a hand around each leg, just above her knees and spread her thighs wide.
"You already checked there." Her body tensed. She wasn't a fan of having her clit licked. So few men did it right.
His fingers combed through the nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. "You don't shave this off regularly?"
She flushed. She knew the trends among younger women. She kept her pubic hair trimmed, but didn't shave it into unusual shapes or thin strips.
"It's there for a reason." She slipped into sex professor mode. "It maintains the sexual scents. Also each hair is associated with a nerve ending, so increases sensory input to the brain during copulation."
He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Copulation?"
Oh God. Had she turned him off with her cerebral discussion of a primitive urge? "Fucking?"
"I prefer making love." He grinned. "And you're right about the scent." He inhaled her essence deeply through his nose. "Definitely a turn on."
His calloused fingertips found the hood of skin covering her clit. He exposed the swollen nub buried within and, using a second finger, stroked her to climax in seconds. She cried out, her thighs quivering as the sensation rippled through her body. How did he do that?
"You come so easily." He kissed the inside of her thigh. "Definitely a turn on." She couldn't lift her head to look at him, but could hear the smile in his voice.
She didn't usually come so quickly. Usually when a man was in control, she never reached climax. Brian was a genius with those fingers of his. And not just as a guitarist.
"You're amazing," she gasped.
"All those solos." His finger stroked her again and she shuddered.
"Feel free to practice on me any time."
He chuckled. "I'm not sure you want to offer that."
She was one hundred and one percent sure that she did.
His hair brushed the insides of her thighs as he lowered his head. She tensed again. He sucked her clit into his mouth and stroked it with the tip of his tongue.
"Oh God," she groaned. He was good at this, too?
Brian continued sucking and stroking her with his tongue. Her pussy throbbed in protest of its neglect. She wanted him inside her so bad. His big, beautiful cock pounding her fast and hard. She couldn't take any more. She had to have him.
She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him away from the glorious things he was doing to her clit. "Take me, Brian," she said. "Now."
"Not yet."
If demands didn't work, perhaps begging would earn his mercy. "Please. Please, Brian. I ache with wanting you inside me."
His fingers traced the slippery rim of her eager opening. "You want me in here?"
She shifted her hips, willing to accept even his fingers inside her. Anything to fill that aching emptiness.
He drew his hand away, leaving her wanting. "You're dripping wet, baby. Has it been a while since you've been fucked properly?"
She wasn't sure if she'd ever been fucked properly. She knew she'd never been this turned on in her life. "You're cruel." She pouted.
"If I was being cruel, you'd know it. Let go of my hair and trust me to satisfy you."
She released his hair, lifted her head and looked down at him. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. My cock is calling me every sort of a son of a bitch right now. He wants to be inside you twice as much as you want him there."
"Impossible."
He grinned. "He'll wait for a few more minutes though. Can you handle that?"
"Just a few?" He nodded.
"I'll try." Some of her building excitement had dissipated. She wished she hadn't stopped him now. She relaxed onto the bed and gripped handfuls of the sheets to prevent herself from pulling his hair again.
He doesn't want you, Myrna. Who'd want a cheating whore?
Shut up, Jeremy.
Brian lowered his head and drew his tongue along the inside of her labia, flicked it across her anus and then trailed it back up the other side.
"Nnggnn," she groaned.
He sucked her clit back into his mouth and her hips bucked involuntarily. While he sucked her and stroked her with his tongue, his fingers traced the rim of her vaginal opening, never dipping inside, just teasing her to the point of tears. He kept her at the brink of orgasm. Whenever her breath would hitch as she approached release, he'd pause in his torment until she settled down again. Her need for him intensified with each increasing peak.
When she was convinced she was going to die, he slid two fingers inside her.
She cried out, her back arching. He curled his fingers and pressed up inside her, slowly withdrawing until she screamed with release. He rubbed that perfect spot inside until her legs trembled and her thighs clamped together over his hand. He knew how to find a g-spot? Ah, God. Gifted. The man was sexually gifted. Myrna forced herself to relax her leg lock on his hand. When her body stopped quaking, he removed his fingers and slid from the end of the bed.
"Don't get up," he said.
He left her lying there, dazed. He was done? He didn't want her? Fighting tears of rejection, she watched him search the floor for his clothes. His hard cock jutted before him, thickly veined and straining. Did he find her so repulsive that he'd just leave while still in that condition?
Brian bent to retrieve his pants—giving Myrna a spectacular view of his perfect, bare ass—and fished a condom out of his pocket. Her breath caught. He tore the package open with his teeth and unrolled the condom over his cock. Such a shame to cover its perfection from her view, but it meant…
He climbed back onto the bed and settled his narrow hips between her thighs.
"You want me?" she whispered around the knot in her throat.
"Did you seriously just ask me that?" He brushed her hair from her damp cheeks and kissed her tenderly. His lips tasted and smelled like her. So intimate. He lifted his head to stare into her eyes. "I think the question is do you still want me , or did I overdo it a little?"
"I still want you. So much," she whispered. "I'm not sure I can move though."
He grinned crookedly. "I'll do all the moving at first."
He rocked his hips forward, probing for her opening without using his hands for guidance. When he found her, he slid into her slowly, holding her shoulders as he burrowed deeper and deeper.
"Mmmmm," he murmured and buried his face in her neck. "Certified Grade A."
Her brow creased. "What?"
"Nothing."
His strokes were slow and deep. Slow and deep. Slow and deep. Stretching her wide, withdrawing. He more than filled her. She'd never been with a man as well-endowed as he was. Perhaps it was his size that thrilled her. Nope, definitely the way he used it. She groaned—her excitement building again. His quiet gasps in her ear sent her lust spiraling out of control. Her hands moved to his ass, digging into his flesh as she bucked her hips against him. His gasps grew shaky and punctuated. His strokes faster and harder. And harder. And harder. Harder. God yes, harder. Make me feel you, Brian. Drive everything away but you.
Myrna's head banged into the headboard. "Ow."
"Sorry," he whispered, rubbing her head with the palm of his hand. "Too hard?"
She shook her head vigorously. "I like it."
He dragged her sideways across the bed, turning her partially on her side, so that he straddled one of her legs. He wrapped her other leg around his waist.
"Oh," she gasped at the change in stimulation. She liked that, too.
He thrust into her, biting his lip as he pounded against her. Soon his hard thrusts pushed her beyond the edge of the bed. She caught herself with her hand to keep from tumbling to the floor.
"Damn it," he growled, and pulled her back up onto the bed. "I can't seem to get deep enough. I want… I need…" He gasped and ground his hips as he pushed into her. His fingers dug into her hips and held her steady, seeking to possess her fully.
"Let me try." She pushed him onto his back and sighed in frustration when he slid out of her. Emptiness replaced the perfect way he filled her. She hurried to straddle his hips and sank down on his thick cock, taking him as deep as he would go, stretched to her limits. Her head tilted back in ecstasy.
His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her down, urging her body to take more of him. "Deeper," he groaned.
She bounced against him, taking him a centimeter at a time until, at last, she had accepted all of him.
"Now you have all of me," he whispered, looking up at her through heavy eyelids. His fingers traced paths up and down her spine, making her shudder. "Ride me, baby. Show me how you like it."
He cared how she liked it? She didn't understand why that turned her on so much, but she rode him. Lifting her hips and grinding downward, gyrating to stimulate her clit against his pubic bone, she used him for her pleasure, ignoring his needs. She just wanted to get off. An orgasm rippled through her. She cried out, but didn't stop. Again. She wanted to come again with him inside her. She took him faster, rotating slightly with each downward stroke. She wasn't sure when she'd started chanting his name. "Brian. Brian." After her second orgasm? "Oh, Brian." Her third? "God, Brian. Yes."
His hips rose off the bed to meet her strokes. He bit his lip, his head tossed back. She'd never seen anything sexier in her life. Watching his expression was almost better than the waves of pleasure coursing through her own body.
"Oh fuck, fuck," he shouted, and grabbed her firmly by the hips to stop her gyrating thrusts. "Stop, stop. Give me a minute."
She slapped him hard on the chest. "Don't hold back on me, goddammit. I wanna make you come."
"No, no. Not yet. Not yet. Damn." He pulled her off him and tossed her onto her back in the center of the bed. "Shit, shit, I'm going to lose it."
Lose what? His erection? Not bloody likely. He was as hard as granite.
He rolled on top of her and slid inside her again. Her eyes drifted closed. Her back arched, rubbing her belly against his. The fingers of his left hand tapped rhythmically against her shoulder. His strokes were different this time, a three-quarter time beat, if she wasn't mistaken, and he was humming under his breath.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Shh. Shh. I've almost got it."
She watched him for a moment, trying to figure out the sudden change in him. "Are you hearing music in your head?"
"Shh, sweetheart. Please."
She fell silent. Whatever he was doing was obviously important. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the perfect rhythm of his deep strokes. The riff he hummed in her ear was outstanding. Sensual. Even more sensual than his usual work. She'd never heard anything like it before, and she was a collector of excellent guitar segments.
He paused and looked down at her. "I need something to write on."
Her eyes widened. "You're kidding me, right?"
"Baby, I haven't written a new riff in months. You are beyond awesome." He grinned down at her, pumping into her hard and steady. "Making love to this perfect body stimulates more than my cock."
"Thanks." She quirked an eyebrow at him. "I guess."
He reached for a pen on the side table and uncapped it. He wiped the sweat from her body with the sheet and drew a straight line across her chest. He then added a series of dots on, above, and below the line. Scribbled letters appeared here and there. E. C. C#. She just watched him, too surprised to protest. The line of musical notes continued across her breasts, under her breasts, several lines along her belly.
He paused, his eyes drifting closed. "God, you feel good, Myrna. So good." She planted her feet on the bed, lifted her hips and gyrated. "Yeah." He rose up on his knees slightly and thrust forward, grinding deep. "Perfect," he murmured. "Take me. All of me. Inside." He began to pump into her again, withdrawing only slightly as if he didn't want to move at all. "I hear you," he whispered.
Her brow furrowed. Her panting? Is that what she meant?
He pulled out unexpectedly, leaving her empty. She groaned in protest.
"Turn over," he demanded breathlessly.
"What?"
"I'm out of space and this solo you've inspired…" He shook his ink pen at her.
She laughed. "You're crazy."
"All geniuses are."
She smiled and rolled onto her stomach. She'd thought he'd just start writing on her back, but he eased her onto her knees and slid his cock inside her again. He thrust into her with the same rhythm as before, drawing notes across the skin of her back while she groaned. This man would be her downfall. She knew it with a certainty. She rocked back against him, loving the way his balls slapped against her with each steady stroke.
"Hold still," he complained.
"Then stop screwing me so well."
"I need the rhythm to get the spacing of the notes right. I could call Sticks for a tempo, if you'd like."
"I prefer this method." She concentrated on holding still for him so he could write and maintain his rhythm at the same time.
"God, me, too. But I need to come soon. I'm about to explode. Do you have any idea how fucking amazing you are?"
He scattered line upon line of notes across her back and then tossed the pen across the room. He leaned forward to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples as he deserted his music-writing tempo for quick shallow strokes. His moans grew louder and louder as he gave himself over to pleasure.
With one final deep thrust, he cried out, "Myrna. Oh, God. Oh God, yes."
She felt him shudder violently behind her and regretted that she couldn't see his face. He grasped her hips and held her still, grinding deeply until his spasms calmed.
He pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her, eyes closed, breathing hard. "That was fantastic." He drew her down beside him and placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. "I'd cuddle with you, but I don't want to sweat off my riff and solo."
She laughed. "That must be the first time that excuse has ever been used to avoid after-sex cuddling."
He took her face between both hands and kissed her reverently. Never had she been kissed reverently before.
"It's the truth, though. I'd love to hold you close for hours."
She smiled. A sweet sex god. What more could a girl want? He kissed her again.
"Ah Myrna," he murmured. "I think my muse resides deep, deep inside you."
"You sure know how to use her in exactly the right way."