Rock Stars Do It Dirty by Jasinda Wilder Read Free Book Online Page A

pressed-together thighs. “If I’m a musical instrument, I’m more of a mandolin: round at the base and strung tight.”
    “You’re not self-conscious about your figure, are you?”
    She shook her head. “Hell, no. I may be tiny, but I’ll kick your ass. I’ve got wide hips and big tits, and I’m so short I’m nearly a little person. If you don’t like it, that’s your loss.”
    “I like it. I like it a lot.” Chase brushed her silk-covered slit with his fingers, feeling her grow damp as he touched her. “In fact, I plan to spend the rest of the night showing you how much I like it.”
    “That works. I’d hate to have to break your arms.”
    “You wouldn’t break my arms.”
    “Yes, I would. Especially if you don’t quit teasing me and touch me already.”
    Chase was slowly working his middle finger under the elastic leg-band of her panties, tracing the outer edge of her labia. “All in good time. I’m not sure you’re ready for me to touch you yet. You don’t want it bad enough.”
    Tess clawed her fingers into his bicep, trying to tug his finger closer, deeper. “Yes, I do. I do. I want it.”
    “How bad?”
    “Really bad.”
    Chase swiped his finger along her slit, feeling her slick, hot juices as they coated his fingers. “I don’t believe you.”
    “I’m not gonna beg, Chase. You’re the one who has to prove yourself to me, remember. If you lose, you’ll spend three days licking my pussy and rubbing my feet.”
    His middle finger dipped deeper, curling into her tight channel and rubbing against the ridge of her G-spot. She shuddered; her knees buckled, and she stiffened her legs to catch herself. “Maybe I shouldn’t tell you this, but that doesn’t sound like a loss for me.”
    “You say that now…” she started, then trailed off as Chase hooked his fingers inside her panties and tugged them off with a single sharp motion, guiding her legs to step out of them one at a time.  
    Tess started unzipping her skirt, but Chase stopped her. “Not yet. You’re going to have your first orgasm fully clothed.”
    “Except for my panties, you mean.” Tess ran her hands over his shoulders as Chase knelt in front of her.  
    He slid his palms up the backs of her legs from ankle to buttocks, tickling and tracing the strong curves. Her skirt was still draped down around her calves, disguising the way his hands were slipping between her thighs from behind, spreading her stance until her feet were shoulder-width apart, granting Chase access to her desire-wet nether lips. He cupped her buttocks, then traced a finger down the crease of her ass.
    “Is this off-limits?” he asked, letting his finger move in near her anus.
    “For now? Yes.” She pushed his hand away, moved it to her hip. “Ask me again later if you’ve managed to win our bet. I may change my answer.”
    “Fair enough.”  
    Chase ran his hands down the front of her thighs and then back up, twisting his palm so it was facing up, cupping her mound. Tess’s legs buckled again, and her weight bore down on his palm; she wiggled her hips so her clit rubbed against the heel of his palm, and she let out a soft moan.  
    “You’re wet and tight, Tess. I think you might be ready,” Chase said, dragging two fingers through her folds.
    “About…oh, god…about damn time,” she said.
    Chase lifted her skirt up to her hips, steadying her with an arm around her ass. He curled his two middle fingers into her hot, wet pussy, flicking his fingertips across her G-spot. When she gasped, he sucked her clit into his mouth, turning her gasp into a moan. Her hands scraped over his stubble-dark scalp, her fingers turning into claws as he licked and flicked at her folds. Her breathing turned to panting, her knees began to dip and buckle with every swipe of his tongue, every feather-light brush of his fingers over her G-spot.  
    “I can’t believe it…oh, god, oh, god, I’m close already.” Tess’s hands cupped the back of Chase’s head