The Rocker's Muse

When I remained silent, he said, “Now that I’ve totally freaked you out with my proclamation, let’s switch gears.” He jumped up and pinned me under him. “I want to do it again.”

“Do what?”

“Go down on you.”

“Now?”

“More specifically, I want you to sit on my face this time.”

Goose bumps covered my body. “Who needs sleep, I guess…”

I once again relished the feel of his heavy body over me, opening my legs to make room for him. Tristan’s eyes were hazy as he lowered his mouth to mine. As he kissed me, he slid his hand under my shirt, cupping my breast.

No one had ever paid attention to my body the way Tristan had worshipped it tonight. And to have this gorgeous man, whom millions of women fawned over, giving me a thousand percent of his attention? I felt completely unworthy. We were in our own world, where I wished we could stay forever.

He squeezed my breast almost to the point of pain. I loved the way it fit so perfectly in his palm. My clit was already humming in anticipation, and despite my lack of sleep tonight, my body was alive. Though I knew I’d pay for it tomorrow.

After a few minutes, I felt his hand move to slide my panties down.

I lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my bare breasts, since my bra was still lying on the floor.

Tristan’s stubble scratched my skin as he lowered his mouth to my breasts. My fingers raked through his hair as he pulled at one of my nipples with his teeth.

“I could eat you alive.”

His words sent shivers down my spine, which landed straight between my legs. That was exactly what I wanted, for him to eat me alive, consume me in a way that would make me forget myself. There was no end to the things I wished he’d do to me.

Tristan kissed his way down my stomach. Then lower. He licked a line over my clit before he spread my legs apart. I screamed in pleasure as his mouth bore down on me.

“I’m so addicted to you,” he mumbled over my flesh.

I raked my fingers through his lustrous hair as I closed my eyes.

Tristan broke my trance-like state when he moved back. “Get on top of me.”

He slid down and worked to position me so I was straddling his head.

“Ride my face,” he ordered, grabbing my waist and pulling me down onto his mouth.

I gripped the pillow in front of me as I bucked my hips, so sensitized from the power this position granted me. Gliding my clit along his mouth, I felt his groans vibrating through my core as he licked and sucked. I’d never done this before, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever get over how damn good it felt.

Tristan used his hands to guide my ass over him, his facial hair scratching against my thighs as he began to fuck me with his tongue. I thrust my pelvis in rhythm with his mouth.

“Fuck, Emily. You taste even better the second time,” he rasped. “I could feast on you forever. You’re gonna make me come without even touching myself.”

“Tristan…” I moaned, ready to come any second.

“I can’t wait to feel you come all over my face.”

I cursed at myself for wishing this would be the moment he gave in, flipped me around, and entered me. The thought of Tristan inside me made me throb even harder over his mouth. I lost it, my muscles contracting and a jolt of ecstasy tearing through me as I climaxed. He sucked harder on my clit, taking every last drop of my release.

“I can’t get enough of you.” He groaned under me, his face covered in my arousal. He licked his lips like he truly meant it.

After I came down from that second most amazing orgasm, I turned to face him. “Why is it always about me? What about you?”

“If you knew the things I fantasized about doing, you’d understand why I keep my dick in my pants.”

“Like what?”