All the Wright Moves, page 11
“I won’t need to stop.” I’d made up my mind.
“Then come here.”
He leaned forward and nipped at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. I moaned softly and squirmed against him. Which only made me gasp again as I felt the fullness of his dick with every movement. He was hard as a rock, and, just from my limited guessing…big.
My hands fisted into the material of his shirt, tugging him closer and closer. Until our chests were pressed together, my legs were wrapped around his waist, and his dick was practically sealed against me. Even the light friction was sending sparks flying through me. It had been a long ten months of going without. I’d come apart on his fingers. What would it be like with him inside of me?
“Oh God,” I gasped as he moved to kiss down my exposed throat.
He released my jaw, slipping his hands over my shoulders to my waist before landing on my hips. He gripped tightly. My ass was nearly off the counter as we rocked back and forth, rubbing against one another through our clothing.
I wanted and needed more. So much more. I was on fire. My body felt like it could burst into flames at any moment.
“I need…” I trailed off, lost to the intense sensations.
“What do you need?”
He pressed me back until I was on my elbows on the countertop. It wasn’t big enough to lay me out completely, but he could get a full look at me while our bottom halves were still held roughly joined together.
“You,” I breathed.
His hands swept up to the low cut of my dress, dragging a finger down the middle of my cleavage. “This?”
I bit my lip. “Maybe a little lower.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Eager?”
“Should I not be?” I asked, utterly wanton.
“I’ve been waiting for this. I plan to indulge in every inch of you.”
I flushed all over at those words. “Oh, well then, be my guest.”
He hooked a finger under the material of my dress and slid it over my nipple. My head fell backward at the rush of sensation. I made a noise of delight and then his finger disappeared.
My eyes cracked open. “What?”
But he tipped his hands under the straps of my dress. They fell off my shoulders, and I slipped my arms out of them. He popped the clasp on my strapless bra, letting my breasts spill forward from their enclosure.
His face was one of awe.
“Remember when you were trying on dresses for me?” he asked as he began to kiss his way down the front of my cleavage. His hands moving to cup my breasts.
“Ye-yes.”
“That was torture.”
“It was?”
“Pure torture,” he said as he flicked his tongue against a nipple. “I owe you some torture for that.”
“Oh,” I said softly and then inhaled sharply as he dragged the entire nipple into his mouth.
He sucked it in and then bit teasingly on it, all while his fingers worked the other nipple to a peak. I practically lost consciousness as he flicked and bit and licked at my breasts. I’d had guys ogle them. I’d had them appreciate how full and perky they were. I had never had anyone worship them.
My legs gripped his hips so hard, begging for friction. I was soaking wet already. Was it possible to orgasm from him teasing my nipples?
“Please,” I gasped.
His kisses stalled as he looked up at me with that grin on his face that said he knew exactly what he was doing. Then, he went back to caressing my breasts. He was not oblivious to my pants and demands. He was determined to torture me like this. Even though it sent a thrill through me to know he’d been this affected by my dresses.
Suddenly, his kisses moved south. I went rigid as his mouth went from my skin back down to the material of the dress. His hands bunched up the skirt of the dress so he could drag his hands up my inner thighs, stopping just short of where I was so desperate for him.
“Should I torture you some more?” he teased.
“West,” I groaned.
A finger tracked down the middle of my lace underwear. I jumped at the contact.
He just grinned, shooting me that hidden dimple. “As I expected. You’re so wet.”
I blushed at the words, but his head had already disappeared beneath my skirts. And then his mouth was on my underwear, right over my opening. He didn’t move the material out of the way; he just breathed hot air against it.
“Oh fuck.”
He did it again and again. I writhed underneath him, desperate for release. How was I this close? How? It shouldn’t have been possible. And yet my core was pulsing as everything built up and up and up.
When he hooked my thong and dragged it down my legs, I could barely contain myself.
“How close are you?” he asked as he slicked a finger through my folds, coating it with my wetness.
“Close.”
He circled my clit.
“So close.”
His mouth replaced his finger, sucking on my clit. My head hit the tiles of the kitchen wall with a soft crack.
“Oh my God,” I gasped.
He followed the gentle licking with two fingers thrusting deep inside of me. And I saw stars. He didn’t even have to move. He’d worked me up so much that the first few strums against my clit caused me to come undone.
I cried out in incoherent sputters. Time had disappeared as the orgasm racked my body. It was a minute later when everything finally stopped shuddering and the earthquake in my body settled.
West was watching me with delight on his face. “I barely touched you.”
I laughed softly. “That’s what you call barely touching me?”
He withdrew his fingers and helped me off the countertop and onto wobbly legs. My knees buckled underneath me. He caught me easily and swept me up into his arms. I tried to protest, but he was already heading down the hallway toward his room.
In all the months of him being away, I’d never touched West’s room, except to keep it clean. Now, it felt as if I were entering the West Wing for the first time. He toed the door closed behind him and then set me down in the middle of his king-size bed. He flicked on a side lamp, which illuminated all the hard contours of his body as he stripped out of his suit coat and ripped free the buttons on his shirt.
I sat up onto my knees and ran my hand down each individual ridge. “Mmm.” My hand moved to his belt, and I wrenched it free, popped the button, and dragged down his zipper. “This is much better.”
“Is it now?” he asked with that same feral look in his eyes. As if he’d never believed we’d get to this moment and he was going to take advantage of every single minute of it.
“Oh yes.”
“And that dress?”
I shimmied the rest of the way out of it, dropping it onto the floor. Now, I was completely naked in front of him. I wanted to wrap my arms across my breasts or sneak under the covers to hide from him. But he was entranced at the sight of me, and it stilled my arms as I lay backward on the bed for his viewing pleasure.
“Much better.”
He dropped his trousers and kicked them off to the side. His cock sprang free of his boxers as he slipped them down his muscled legs. My eyes widened. I’d felt the hardness of him in the kitchen, but the sight of him was something else entirely.
“Oh,” I whispered.
He crawled onto the bed after me, slipping his hips between my legs but just far enough away that he wasn’t quite touching me yet. “Those are some wide eyes.”
I reached out tentatively and wrapped my hand around his cock. It was his turn for his eyes to roll back into his head.
“You’re big,” I admitted softly.
“We’ll go slow.”
I dragged my hand up and down him a few times before he moved forward and captured my lips again. At the first contact of him against my core, I gasped into his mouth. He wasn’t even in me, just slicking himself through my folds, and every single nerve ending crackled with desire.
“Nora,” he breathed.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” he repeated, pulling back to look into my face.
“I don’t want to stop.”
He nodded, reaching across the bed to grab a condom out of a side table. He broke the foil and sheathed himself. Our bodies aligned perfectly. His hand returned to my cheek as he tipped me up for a kiss.
When he pulled back, he searched my eyes for a hint of regret or a wish to stop. But I had none of that. I wanted this. I’d made my mind up long before we got here.
“Please,” I said, tilting my hips up to try to get him to move.
“I can deny you nothing.”
Then as promised, he moved forward. So, so slow at first. Just the head. In and out. An inch at a time as he stretched my awaiting body. Until he was buried all the way inside of me. I was so full, as I’d never been before. Not quite painful because I was so warmed up, but it was almost uncomfortable.
Then he withdrew and all of that evaporated. Pleasure hit me as West retreated and crashed back into me. Sweat beaded on our joined bodies as he took everything I was giving him. As I offered myself up on a platter.
He sat up and gripped my hips, thrusting somehow deeper inside of me. My eyes were tightly closed as moans left my mouth, and I pushed my hands into my hair.
“Are you going to come again?” he asked in a breathless pant.
Miraculously, I was. I’d never come during sex. And I was starting to think that I had been grossly misinformed about a lot of shit. Because this was incredible. This was mind-blowing. This was everything I’d always wanted.
And then I stiffened all over, contracting tight around his cock as I came entirely unexpectedly.
I cried out into the bedroom, and then West joined my shouts with a roar of his own as he unleashed inside of me. He jerked forward twice as he spent himself and then dropped forward over me.
“Oh,” I whispered. “Oh wow.”
“Yeah. Fuck.”
“That was…” I had no words. I just stared at the ceiling in shock.
West withdrew and got rid of the condom. “That was…amazing.”
“Yes.”
“Worth it,” he said softly against my shoulder as he drew me into him. “Sweet dreams.”
And I smiled at the words that I’d said to him after catching him coming out of the shower. Oh, how sweet my dreams had been then. Now, my dreams were a reality.
Suddenly, the entire day weighed down on me. All that exhaustion I’d been holding hung heavy over me. I was warm and spent with my roommate pressed naked against my back. I couldn’t have stayed awake if I wanted to.
18
Weston
When I yawned awake the next morning, Nora was still naked in my arms. The light was blinding through my windows. I cursed myself for not having gotten any kind of curtains up yet. I’d never been a morning person in my life, and I certainly wasn’t one today.
I tried to move my arm, but she made a noise of protest and snuggled in closer. It was the most adorable thing that I’d ever seen in my life. I should have felt an ounce of regret for what had happened last night. But I didn’t.
I’d tried to stay away from Nora. When she’d looked at me like that and told me she wanted me, how could anyone fucking blame me?
Well, I had a feeling that Campbell would blame me.
I cringed at that thought.
Right. Last night had been a dream, and reality was creeping in with the morning sunlight.
Campbell Abbey was not forgiving, and he had a temper. I’d seen it firsthand. He hadn’t forgiven Michael for quitting the band. They still hadn’t reconciled over it. The rest of the band had spent time with Michael and worked out their differences. But as much as Campbell loved Michael—and I knew he did—he hadn’t even let Michael help in production on the album.
Campbell might be my best friend, but I wasn’t exempt from his anger. And the easiest way to rile it was disloyalty. However he saw that.
With a sigh, I rolled my arm out from under Nora. She tugged the covers tighter around her. The urge to crawl back under those covers and pleasure her until she cried out again was unmistakable. If I didn’t get out of this room right now, I’d do just that.
So, I threw on a pair of boxers and headed into the kitchen. Maybe some coffee would clear my head.
I heard the buzzing once the pot was percolating. Locating my phone, which had somehow been discarded on the kitchen table, I realized I’d missed a few calls from Campbell.
I swallowed. “Fuck.”
Then, I called him back. “Hey, man.”
“Where the fuck have you been all morning? It’s almost noon. I’m halfway to your place.”
My eyes shot wide. “What? Why? What happened?”
“I’ll tell you when I get there.”
“Sure.” I hoped that my voice sounded calm and not like I was freaking the fuck out.
“Be there in five.” Campbell ended the call.
I launched across the room, ignoring the coffee entirely and rushing back to my bedroom.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I muttered.
Campbell hadn’t sounded mad, which meant he didn’t know what had happened last night. He wouldn’t have bothered calling me if he’d found out about Nora. He would have shown up and put his fist through my face. But that didn’t mean I wanted him to show up now and do it.
I scrambled into the room. “Nora.”
She groaned and rolled back over. “Sleep,” she muttered in the softest voice, which made me want to crawl right back in there with her.
“Campbell’s on his way.”
Her eyes flew open. “What?”
“Campbell is on his way here right now. He called and said he was five minutes out.”
She wrenched upward, tugging the sheet tight to her breasts. “Fuck.”
“Pretty much.”
She ran a hand back through her hair. Her eyes slid down my exposed chest and down lower, lower, lower to my boxers. “That’s disappointing. I was having a really good dream.”
My cock twitched at the implication in those words. “What sort of dream?”
Her cheeks showed a hint of pink. “If only we had time…”
I looked to the ceiling, cursing Campbell’s name. “If only.”
Nora looked suddenly self-conscious as she searched the floor for her dress. We’d kicked it to the other side of the room at some point. I went and grabbed it, handing it to her.
She blushed again, and I hastily turned around, so she could tug it back over her head. I felt ridiculous since I had literally kissed every inch of her yesterday. But this wasn’t how I’d planned to wake her up either.
A loud knock came from the door.
“Fuck,” I spat.
When I turned back around, Nora blanched. “I’ll change and come out in a minute.”
I nodded, and then she was gone, dashing down the hall to her room. The door creaked closed as I threw on a pair of shorts and snagged a T-shirt. I was pulling it over my head when I reached the front door.
“Hey, man,” I said when I found Campbell in the doorway.
“Hey,” he said, barreling inside. “Where’s Nora?”
I shrugged. Did I look nonchalant? “Still sleeping.”
Campbell wrinkled his nose. “I thought she still had cleanup at the winery this morning.”
Shit. I’d forgotten. Neither of us had set an alarm. Hadn’t exactly been on our brains.
“Maybe she left then. I just got up.”
I headed to the coffee machine and poured myself a cup to have something to do with my hands.
“You’re never going to believe the call I got this morning,” Campbell said.
“What’s that?”
“We’re playing The Tonight Show.”
Well, he was right about that. I never would have fucking guessed. “You’re shitting me.”
Just then, a door opened, and a fully dressed Nora stepped out. She yawned. “What’s going on?”
“We’re playing The Tonight Show,” I told her.
“Really? That’s great!”
“Why aren’t you at the winery for cleanup?” Campbell asked.
Nora’s eyes widened slightly. She was not good at hiding her thoughts, but thank fuck she didn’t look over at me. “I didn’t realize how late it was. Yesterday must have wiped me out. I bet Tessi is wondering where I am.”
“Can we get back to the matter at hand? We’re playing The Tonight Show?”
“Yeah. I heard from Bobby. He said they’re going to drop the first single this week, and we’ll play in New York City the following Friday.”
My eyes widened. “A single already? I didn’t think we were even planning an album drop for a few months.”
“Still the plan, but we’re going to start building suspense for it. With all of Blaire’s footage, people already know it’s coming. It’s a matter of when.”
It was my first real album release. I’d played with a ton of no-name bands, but this was a whole new level. I had no experience here. I was just going with the flow.
“What are we releasing?”
“We’re going to drop ‘Rooftop Nights.’”
I nodded. We’d talked about which songs to release when we were recording in LA. “Rooftop Nights” was the strongest song with a wicked beat and a fun chorus. I always thought it was going to be the party song of the summer.
“That sounds incredible,” Nora said.
“We’re leaving a week from Wednesday. Bobby is going to send a private plane for us with the rest of the band.”
“And he wants me to play keys?”
Campbell shot me a strange look. “Of course you’re playing keys.”
“And Bobby is okay with that?”
“Bobby isn’t the fucking band. I don’t give a shit what he wants. You’re playing the keys at the show.” Campbell then paused before continuing, “Unless you don’t want to.”
“Fuck yeah, I want to.”
“Awesome.”
We clapped hands. It was all getting so fucking real. I wasn’t an official member of the band by any stretch, but I was going to play The Tonight Show. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I wasn’t going to squander it. Plus, it might put some much-needed distance between me and Nora.
