Lust's Rhythm (Heart of Fame Book 10) (4 page)

He’d removed his shirt to reveal an upper body so sublime in its muscular perfection, her mouth filled with saliva and her pussy flooded with moisture. She devoured the beauty of his physical strength with an unabashed, greedy gaze.

Ink marked his smooth, bronzed skin; two very distinct tattoos. On his right pec was an intricate spider web with a redback spider so realistic, for a surreal moment, Chloe’s brain thought it was really there.

The other tat ran down the length of his left ribs and side: an ornate steel cross that seemed to be both bleeding and tearing free of his flesh.

Chloe licked her lips, something dark and wanton stirring in her at the sight of the artwork.

“Wow,” she murmured, shifting onto her knees on the bed as she continued her open inspection. “Wow.”

His cock jutted up from his open fly, thicker and larger than it had felt, its bulbous head resting against the flat plane of his stomach. From where she admired him, she could see a tiny bead of pre-come anointed its tip.

She wanted nothing more than to lick that bead away. To taste his desire as he had just tasted hers.

Smoothing a hand over the sculpted beauty of his abs, Jed levered off the doorjamb and turned away from her. “You are
far
from a woman scorned, Chloe,” he threw over his shoulder.

She caught a glimpse of another tattoo—a massive pair of what looked like beaten and bloody angel wings covering the broad expanse of his back—and then he disappeared from her sight again.

J
ed counted to ten.

On the tenth second, she strutted into the bathroom. Glared at him. “Ahem? You’re doing what in here, exactly?”

He grinned, crossing to where she stood in the doorway, one eyebrow arched, hands rammed to the delicious curve of her hips. “Seeing how much you want me,” he answered, lowering his face to hers. Close enough her warm breath fanned his parted lips.

“Are we power-playing, Mr. Brody?” she asked without moving.

“Maybe.”

“In that case…” She dropped to her knees before his brain could register what she was doing. His brain—and his body—had no difficulty at all registering what she was
doing
on her knees, though. The second her fingers wrapped the girth of his cock, his brain told him
exactly
what she was doing.

When her lips closed around his cock, however, just below the rim of his head, his brain stopped working and his body took over.

Pleasure rushed through him, hot and overwhelming. He threw back his head and groaned, the sound raw and thick in his throat.

Chloe hummed around his dick, the vibrations detonating fresh pleasure in his groin. He groaned again, tangling his fingers in the wild mane of her hair, eyes closing. His knees shook. His balls throbbed.

With a sucking pop, she pulled the tight seal of her lips free of his cock.

“Fuck,” he protested, dropping his gaze down to her upturned face. “Don’t stop.”

“Say, ‘you win, Chloe’, and I won’t.”

His balls throbbed at the deviltry in her voice and her eyes. Her lips curled in a grin sexier than any other he’d seen.

“Do you always get your way?”

“Hell, yeah. I’m the spoilt daughter of a mega star with ridiculous amounts of money. Of course I always get my way.”

He breathed out a low laugh. “That’s something we’ll have to work on then.”

She drew her head closer to his erect cock and licked a line from balls to tip. Fresh pleasure filled his body.

“But later,” he groaned, balling his fists tighter in her hair. “After the wedding. For now, you win. Now fucking suck my—”

His command dissolved into a hitching moan as she reclaimed his dick with her mouth, plunging all the way down to its very root.

“Holy fuck.” He rolled his hips, driving his length deeper into the hot suction. “That feels incredible.”

Tugging at his open jeans, she inched them down his hips and then smoothed her hands over his butt cheeks, squeezing both as she slowly slid her lips back up the length of his erection.

At the ridge of his cock head, she stopped, flicked her tongue over his flesh, and then plunged down again.

Jed thrust into her as she did, the action beyond thought.

When she moved one hand to the root of his dick and the other to the crevice of his backside, he tightened his grip in her hair and pulled her away.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he said, unable to stop his smile at her pout. “I win.”

“What?” she asked, fingertips inching closer and closer to the puckered hole of his anus.

“You.”

She laughed. “Maybe. Maybe not. I’ll let you know after you’ve made me come. If it’s not a multiple orgasm the first time, the wedding’s off.”

He shifted his hand in her hair, getting a better fistful of the cool strands. “Have you picked out a dress yet?”

“Dress?” A grin curled her lips and she traced a finger over his anus. Concentrated pleasure licked through him at the brief contact. “I thought we’d get married naked on the beach.”

“Sounds perfect,” he answered, fighting the need to slam his cock back into her sweet, hot mouth and fuck her face.

“As perfect as this fucking hot cock,” she answered.

Jed bit back a groan, his head swimming not only at her declaration but at the wicked sensation of her finger on his back entry.

She took him in her mouth again, sucking him all the way to his balls. His cock pressed at the back of her throat and then he was going deeper. Deeper.

He closed his eyes, his control fraying as wave after wave of intense pleasure flooded him.

He was going to come if she didn’t stop.

Jesus, he didn’t want to come yet.

Not yet. He wanted to make
her
come multiple times before he finally blew his load. He wanted to hear her scream his name, wanted her to gouge his back with her nails, wanted her to come all over his face as he buried his tongue in her pussy.

A fresh wave of hungry pleasure rushed through him at the thought and, on the brink of losing it completely, he jerked backward.

His cock popped from her mouth, her teeth scraping against its distended rim as it did so. Pain threaded the pleasure consuming him but, instead of dampening his need to erupt, it intensified it.

Fuck.

Grabbing at his length, he squeezed the base with punishing fingers, his stare on Chloe’s face.

She sat back on her haunches, lips twitching even as her eyes smoldered. “That close?”

He breathed out a shaky laugh. “You have no idea.”

She studied him for a second, the playful smile on her lips fading.

“What?” he asked, his heart thumping fast. “You realized you’re about to bang an old bastard with staying issues?”

“You’re eight years older than me,” she said, her expression enigmatic. “Which makes you thirty-three. And I was deep-throating you. After four years of foreplay, I think you’re allowed to have ‘staying issues’.”

Still squeezing his erection, its swollen length throbbing in his hand, Jed frowned. “So what’s with the face?”

Her smile returned. “I just realized how fucking honest you are.”

“Is that a problem?”

She shook her head. “Uncommon. And unexpected, but not a problem at all.”

He regarded her, not sure what to say. Truth be known, nothing so far, except his overwhelming desire for her, was what he’d expected either. He’d thought he’d arrive, they’d fuck like rabbits, maybe crash on the bed for a bit, and then he’d sneak out while she was asleep with a promise to himself to call her later. Or she’d kick him out after they’d done the deed, both of them sated and ready to move on.

He hadn’t expected the fun flirtation between them, the conversation, or the playful interaction.

Hadn’t expected it, but fucking loved it.

It did, however, come with its own set of complications. Like the fact he was seriously imagining what it
would
be like to be married to her, how incredible life would be waking every day knowing she was his wife.

A heavy pressure wrapped his chest at the thought. His cock throbbed in the viselike prison of his hand.

Swallowing, he watched Chloe rise to her feet. The need to come had subsided, but not his aching need to be inside her, to make
her
come. In fact, his cock was getting harder with every thump of his heart.

“Chloe…” Her name fell from him in a rasping breath. He had no clue what he was going to say next.

Marry me?

“I…”

She closed the distance between them, slid her hands up his chest, the back of his neck, to comb her fingers in the hair at his nape. “You’re not at all what my father thinks you are—are you?”

His body reacted to her touch. His breath quickened. At the feel of her lower tummy rubbing against his knuckles, his head swam. “If he thinks I’m a wanker, no,” he murmured back, releasing his cock to smooth his hands over her hips. The curve of her pussy nestled against his groin in a caress so delicious, he wanted to groan. “If he thinks I’m the second coming of rock stars, then yeah, he’s right.”

She closed her eyes at his ridiculous attempt at humour. Shook her head. “Ah fuck. You really are so very…”

Trailing off, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, pressing her body closer to his still.

“Really are so very what?”

“Surprising,” she whispered, before tugging his head down to kiss him.

Her tongue lashed at his, wild and almost dominating. His blood turned to molten steel in his veins and, with a growl, he took control of the kiss.

She responded to the domination by jumping off the floor and wrapping her legs around his hips.

He squeezed her arse, raw delight rushing through him as the tip of his cock nudged her parted pussy lips. Moisture and heat kissed his flesh. A thick moan tore at his throat, a sound Chloe echoed as he gripped her butt harder and rolled his hips forward, penetrating her folds a fraction more with the crown of his cock.

How easy would it be to sink into her now? To impale her on his length?

So easy.

His head swam with the craving more powerful than the need to draw breath into his lungs.

He fought it.

Focused on the wild rapture of her lips and tongue instead.

On the whimpering sounds she made as he channeled his desire into the kiss.

Her thighs tightened around his hips, a prison bordering on painful that sent fresh steel to his already engorged dick. When his brain registered his cock was inching deeper into her exquisite heat, he hitched her higher up his body.

If he didn’t, he’d be lost.

Raking his hands up her back, he snagged a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, breaking their kiss. “I’m going to throw you on the bed again, Chloe,” he said, reveling in the way her pupils dilated at his declaration. “And tongue-fuck you until you come. Understand?”

“What if I want you flat on your back, tied spread-eagle to the bed so I can ride you like a bull?”

He chuckled at her playful pout. “We can do that.” He drew his head closer to hers and nipped at her bottom lip. Sucked it. And then released it. “After.”

Without another word, he strode into the bedroom and deposited her on the bed.

She flipped onto her belly and crawled away, laughing. “I’m not a fan of ‘after’,” she threw over her shoulder, a second before he snatched her ankle and jerked her back towards him.

“Too bad.” He rolled her onto her back, circled her ankles with firm fingers, and shoved her legs wide.

She wriggled on the bed, her chest heaving. “I am so going to make you suffer for this,” she promised, lips curling.

He smoothed his palms up the inside of her thighs. “I’m hard just thinking about it.”

“You’re hard because you’re finally here with me,” she countered, the statement turning into a groan as he parted her pussy lips with his right thumb and then sank it into her heat.

Pressing one knee onto the bed between her legs, he nodded. “True. But the thought of you tying me up, of sliding down my dick with this sweet, tight, hot pussy,” he wriggled his thumb inside her, the action eliciting another groan from her, “makes me harder.”

“Jed…” She arched her spine, splaying her legs more as she bunched the duvet in her fists.

He loved the sound of his name falling from her lips. He’d had his fair share of sexual partners. Had engaged in more than one wild groupie gangbang with his band, but not once had the utterance of his name by any of those women made his balls throb and his heart pound like it did now.

Not even when he’d imagined it was Chloe he was with.

“Make me come, Jed,” she ordered, eyes fluttering closed as he climbed completely onto the bed. “No more teasing. No more talking. Make me come.”

“Done,” he whispered, body on fire as he lowered his face to her glistening sex.

He licked at her clit, his thumb still buried inside her.

She whimpered, hips thrusting upward.

Chuckling at her unspoken demand, he slid his free hand up her waist, her ribcage, to cup her breast.

She whimpered again, driving her hips higher.

He tongued her clit in rapid flicks, increasing pressure until her whimpers were pleading moans. Withdrawing his thumb, he moved his tongue to her entry, delving as deeply into her sex as he could before returning to her clit.

She bucked, and then cried out when he captured her clit and nipped it with his teeth. “Oh fuck yeah,” she gasped. “I like that.”

With another chuckle, he turned his mouth away from her pussy and captured her inner thigh with his lips, sucking on the flesh there.

Branding her.

“Oh God, that’s—”

Before she could tell him what
it
was, he plunged his middle finger into her sex and reclaimed her clit with his mouth.

“Holy fucking fuck,” she burst out, slamming her hips upward.

He tormented her clit with increasing flicks and sucks, stroking her inner walls with equal rhythm.

“Fuck…oh fuck, Jed…” She closed her hand over his on her breast, helping him knead the glorious mound of flesh. “I like…I like…”

With a slight twist of his wrist, he buried his index finger into her pussy and scissored it with his middle finger.