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

in a familiar way that did something deep in his heart, something between pain and desire, its source nebulous and difficult to pinpoint.
    He pushed the thoughts away and renewed the vigor of his tongue’s assault on the sensitive, cream-wet nub of her clit. She clutched him tight, and his arm kept her upright when the first wave rolled over her. Chase felt it start low in her belly, heard her breathing grow frantic as her orgasm neared. As she closed in on climax, Chase slowed and then paused, drawing a curse from Tess.
    “What? Why the hell are you stopping? I’m so close, you bastard!” She writhed into him, seeking release.  
    Chase let the fabric of her skirt droop around his face, obscuring him. He slipped his free hand up her belly and tugged the cup of her bra down to reveal her breast. Pinching it between two fingers, Chase began again with his tongue and fingers, rolling the tip of his tongue in circles around her taut clit, pressing his fingers against her G-spot and working in circles to match the motion of his tongue.  
    She was almost instantly on the cusp of climax, but Chase drew it out, increasing his pace until she was frantic once more, then slowing down, repeating this cycle until Tess was nearly mad with need for release.
    “Goddamn it, Chase! You’re making me crazy!” She clutched his face against her, shamelessly pushing him into her folds. “Fuck me, I’m so close.”
    “I know you’re close, sweetness.” Chase paused to answer, gently tweaking her nipple. “And believe me, I plan to thoroughly fuck you. And then some.”
    She tried to speak, but her words were subsumed beneath a strangled shriek of ecstasy as Chase pushed her closer and closer to climax with now-relentless fingers in her cream-drenched sex, his tongue whipping at her throbbing clit. He felt the pulse in her clit, felt the throb, felt the quavering in her belly and the clenching in her inner muscles.  
    Two fingers deep in her sex, Chase extended his pinky and pushed it against the tight bud of her anus, and as she came, he pressed just the tip of his littlest finger against the knot of muscles, not quite entering her. She screamed then, a full-voiced howl of release. Her body undulated as she came, her knees giving way even as she fought to stay upright. Chase continued to flick and suck and wiggle and pinch her every nerve ending until she was wrung limp. He caught her and carried her to his room, kicking open the door with his foot, settling her on the bed gently. Her body shook and shuddered with aftershocks, and her breathing was ragged.
    Chase unzipped her skirt, slid a palm under her backside and lifted her, tugging the skirt off with a jerk. Then he peeled her shirt over her head, Tess cooperating with floppy limbs. He unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. She was naked for him then, and he was hard with desire. He felt the all-too-familiar pang of misplaced guilt rush through him as he pressed kisses to her breasts, the awful, unshakeable sensation that he was doing something wrong by being with someone else than Jamie.  
    Tess was oblivious to the thoughts racing through him, of course, and he was thankful for that. He nibbled on her nipple, worrying the taut bud with his teeth, eliciting a sexy little mewl from her. She was regaining her senses finally, and was clawing at his shirt, pushing it up over his head and exploring his torso with eager hands, then ripping at the button of his jeans and pushing them down.  
    Chase had left all his leather pants with the tour bus, so he was stuck with jeans, which he disliked and rarely wore. He let her strip him, let her look at him, let her take his turgid shaft in her small hands. She slid her palms along his length, rubbed her thumb over the broad mushroom head, caressed his cock with quick, soft, skilled hands. He knelt above her, letting her touch him until his felt himself begin to respond, begin to rise.  
    “No more touching. I’m yours to do with as you