I kiss him until Mike’s hands drift from my face, caressing and teasing my oversensitive flesh until I’m stealing control. With my knees framing his thighs, I rock my body against him, loving the way that it makes his fingers flex against my ass. I tug his shirt over his head and let my lips explore his collarbone, his shoulders, the muscles of his chest. He’s so big beneath me, and I want to taste every inch of him.
With every lift of my hips, my body aches for him, and with every drop back to his lap, I moan my ecstasy against his skin. The rougher I get, the more desperate Mike’s hands get, until he’s trying to slow my pace, trying to calm my need.
“Hailey,” he warns, but I curl my tongue behind his ear and clench around his cock. I know I’m driving him crazy, and it’s too much for me to resist. He wants me—I can feel it in the way he throbs inside my sex, the way he catches my lips every time they pass too close. And however wrong it is, because there are too many reasons we can’t be together, I want him to want me. When he’s on tour for the next six weeks, I want him to remember the way my tight heat pulsed around his massive cock. I want him to compare every other girl he’s ever with to me, and I want him to find her lacking.
“Baby, you feel too fucking good,” Mike warns again, putting pressure on my hips to try to stop me from riding him so fast. He’s going to come, and I know it. And God, I want it. He’s doing to me physically what he’s done to me emotionally over the past few weeks—tugging at my strings, making me want him, and I can’t deny it anymore. I want him to come in me. I’m hungry for the way his cock will pulse in my body, the way his eyes will look when he gives himself to me.
I pry his hands from my hips and slide them firmly up my sweat-sheened body, placing them over my breasts and squeezing my supple flesh inside his palms. Mike’s eyes grow hooded as he watches me touch myself with his hands, and my heart beats out of control. He licks his lip and gives a defeated shake of his head.
“You leave me no choice.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, and when I release his hands, he pinches my nipples between the tips of his thumbs and the sides of his fingers.
“I’m going to come inside you,” Mike says, his eyes locked intensely with mine as he sends electric waves of heat through my taut nipples and deep into my molten core, “and then I’m going to take you home and lick your tight pussy until you melt in my mouth. And then I’m going to bury myself inside you until I have to leave tomorrow.”
His unexpected words trigger every unused muscle in my body, causing me to tighten around him. Mike’s cock pulses in response, and he leans in, sweeping warm kisses from my collarbone to my ear. “Say okay,” he demands on a hot whisper that burns a seductive path across my skin. I never thought simple words could turn me on so much, but hearing them come from his lips, I’m catching fire on top of him.
“Okay,” I breathe, gripping his shoulders as I lift myself up his thick shaft and lower myself back onto his lap.
His head buries in my shoulder and he moans, “Ride me, Hailey.”
My fingers tunnel into his hair, and I grasp thick chunks of it, pushing his head back so he has no choice but to watch me. His big eyes fix on mine, his pupils swallowing the white as I lean in and capture his feverish lips with mine.
Mike moans against my mouth as I do just what he told me to—my body plays with him over and over again, taking him and letting him go, taking him and letting him go. I don’t know what’s come over me, but with this beautiful, talented, gorgeous rock star losing himself beneath me, I feel like a goddess, and I ride him like one.
“How do you feel so perfect,” he pants against my neck as the pleasure inside me turns urgent. I feel my release building, and when Mike lifts his head to stare up at me, I capture his lips and kiss him with the fire burning inside of me.
Mike’s moan rumbles against my mouth, his grip on my hips unforgiving as he pulls his mouth away and says, “Hailey.”
I know he’s ready to come. I know he’s going to get there before me. I remember his promise.
“Come,” I urge as I rock my body against his. I grasp his chin and pin my sweat-beaded forehead against his. “Mike. Come in me.”
He kisses me feverishly before I can breathe another word, and between kisses, I beg him.
Please. God. Mike. Please.
The primal sound that he makes as he empties inside me triggers my body to explode into white-hot fire, my fingers clawing desperately into the backs of his shoulders. The heat floods out from my core and rushes into my legs, my arms, my fingers, my scalp. When I collapse against Mike, he catches me in a tight hold, gripping me as his body continues marking me as his.
His heartbeat throbs inside my heat and against my chest, and my heart swells with his arms around me. I bury my nose in the curve of his neck, breathing him in and letting him hold me. I know I have to let him go. He’s a rock star. He’s going on tour. His life is going to be so much bigger than me. And my life—my future—is dependent on me never seeing him again.
I know I have to let him go after tonight.
I just don’t know how I can.
Chapter 34
I blush the entire ten-minute truck ride back to Mike’s place. In the dark, with his headlights on the road, the memory of his lips sparks across my skin, and my insides pulse with the reminder of how full he filled me, how it felt when he moved inside me. His fingertips tattooed my body with a touch that still sears my skin.