by Olivia Cunning
Brian bent to retrieve his pants—giving Myrna a spectacular view of his perfect, bare ass—and fished a condom out of his pocket. Her breath caught. He tore the package open with his teeth and unrolled the condom over his cock. Such a shame to cover its perfection from her view, but it meant…
He climbed back onto the bed and settled his narrow hips between her thighs.
“You want me?” she whispered around the knot in her throat.
“Did you seriously just ask me that?” He brushed her hair from her damp cheeks, and kissed her tenderly. His lips tasted and smelled like her. So intimate. He lifted his head to stare into her eyes. “I think the question is do you still want me, or did I overdo it a little?”
“I still want you. So much,” she whispered. “I’m not sure I can move though.”
He grinned crookedly. “I’ll do all the moving at first.”
He rocked his hips forward, probing for her opening without using his hands for guidance. When he found her, he slid into her slowly, holding her shoulders as he burrowed deeper and deeper.
“Mmmmm,” he murmured and buried his face in her neck. “Certified Grade A.”
Her brow creased. “What?”
His strokes were slow and deep. Slow and deep. Slow and deep. Stretching her wide, withdrawing. He more than filled her. She’d never been with a man as well-endowed as he was. Perhaps it was his size that thrilled her. Nope, definitely the way he used it. She groaned—her excitement building again. His quiet gasps in her ear sent her lust spiraling out of control. Her hands moved to his ass, digging into his flesh as she bucked her hips against him. His gasps grew shaky and punctuated. His strokes faster and harder. And harder. And harder. Harder. God yes, harder. Make me feel you, Brian. Drive everything away but you.
Myrna’s head banged into the headboard. “Ow.”
“Sorry,” he whispered, rubbing her head with the palm of his hand. “Too hard?”
She shook her head vigorously. “I like it.”
He dragged her sideways across the bed, turning her partially on her side, so that he straddled one of her legs. He wrapped her other leg around his waist.
“Oh,” she gasped at the change in stimulation. She liked that, too.
He thrust into her, biting his lip as he pounded against her. Soon his hard thrusts pushed her beyond the edge of the bed. She caught herself with her hand to keep from tumbling to the floor.
“Damn it,” he growled, and pulled her back up onto the bed. “I can’t seem to get deep enough. I want… I need…” He gasped and ground his hips as he pushed into her. His fingers dug into her hips as held her steady, seeking to possess her fully.
“Let me try.” She pushed him onto his back and sighed in frustration when he slid out of her. Emptiness replaced the perfect way he filled her. She hurried to straddle his hips and sank down on his thick cock, taking him as deep as he would go, stretched to her limits. Her head tilted back in ecstasy.
His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her down, urging her body to take more of him. “Deeper,” he groaned.
She bounced against him, taking him a centimeter at a time until, at last, she had accepted all of him.
“Now you have all of me,” he whispered, looking up at her through heavy eyelids. His fingers traced paths up and down her spine, making her shudder. “Ride me, baby. Show me how you like it.”
He cared how she liked it? She didn’t understand why that turned her on so much, but she rode him. Lifting her hips and grinding downward, gyrating to stimulate her clit against his pubic bone. She used him for her pleasure, ignoring his needs. She just wanted to get off. An orgasm rippled through her. She cried out, but didn’t stop. Again. She wanted to come again with him inside her. She took him faster, rotating slightly with each downward stroke. She wasn’t sure when she’d started chanting his name. “Brian. Brian.” After her second orgasm? “Oh, Brian.” Her third? “God, Brian. Yes.”
His hips rose off the bed to meet her strokes. He bit his lip, his head tossed back. She’d never seen anything sexier in her life. Watching his expression was almost better than the waves of pleasure coursing through her own body.
“Oh fuck, fuck,” he shouted, and grabbed her firmly by the hips to stop her gyrating thrusts. “Stop, stop. Give me a minute.”
She slapped him hard on the chest. “Don’t hold back on me, goddammit. I wanna make you come.”
“No, no. Not yet. Not yet. Damn.” He pulled her off him and tossed her onto her back in the center of the bed. “Shit, shit, I’m going to lose it.”
Lose what? His erection? Not bloody likely. He was as hard as granite.
He rolled on top of her and slid inside her again. Her eyes drifted closed. Her back arched, rubbing her belly against his. The fingers of his left hand tapped rhythmically against her shoulder. His strokes were different this time, a three-quarter time beat, if she wasn’t mistaken, and he was humming under his breath.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Shh. Shh. I’ve almost got it.”
She watched him for a moment, trying to figure out the sudden change in him. “Are you hearing music in your head?”
“Shh, sweetheart. Please.”
She fell silent. Whatever he was doing was obviously important. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the perfect rhythm of his deep strokes. The riff he hummed in her ear was outstanding. Sensual. Even more sensual than his usual work. She’d never heard anything like it before, and she was a collector of excellent guitar segments.
He paused and looked down at her. “I need something to write on.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“Baby, I haven’t written a new riff in months. You are beyond awesome.” He grinned down at her, pumping into her hard and steady. “Making love to this perfect body stimulates more than my cock.”
“Thanks.” She quirked an eyebrow at him. “I guess.”
He reached for a pen on the side table and uncapped it. He wiped the sweat from her body with the sheet and drew a straight line across her chest. He then added a series of dots on, above, and below the line. Scribbled letters appeared here and there. E. C. C#. She just watched him, too surprised to protest. The line of musical notes continued across her breasts, under her breasts, several lines along her belly.
He paused, his eyes drifting closed. “God, you feel good, Myrna. So good.” She planted her feet on the bed, lifted her hips and gyrated. “Yeah.” He rose up on his knees slightly and thrust forward, grinding deep. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Take me. All of me. Inside.” He began to pump into her again, withdrawing only slightly as if he didn’t want to move at all. “I hear you,” he whispered.
Her brow furrowed. Her panting? Is that what she meant?
He pulled out unexpectedly, leaving her empty. She groaned in protest.
“Turn over,” he demanded breathlessly.
“I’m out of space and this solo you’ve inspired…” He shook his ink pen at her.
She laughed. “You’re crazy.”
“All geniuses are.”
She smiled and rolled onto her stomach. She’d thought he’d just start writing on her back, but he eased her onto her knees and slid his cock inside her again. He thrust into her with the same rhythm as before, drawing notes across the skin of her back while she groaned. This man would be her downfall. She knew it with a certainty. She rocked back against him, loving the way his balls slapped against her with each steady stroke.
“Hold still,” he complained.
“Then stop screwing me so well.”
“I need the rhythm to get the spacing of the notes right. I could call Sticks for a tempo, if you’d like.”
“I prefer this method.” She concentrated on holding still for him so he could write and maintain his rhythm at the same time.
“God, me, too. But I need to come soon. I’m about to explode. Do you have any idea how fucking amazing you are?”
He scattered line upon line of notes across her back and then tossed the pen across the room. He leaned forward to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples as he deserted his music-writing tempo for quick shallow strokes. His moans grew louder and louder as he gave himself over to pleasure.
With one final deep thrust, he cried out, “Myrna. Oh, God. Oh God, yes.”
She felt him shudder violently behind her and regretted that she couldn’t see his face. He grasped her hips and held her still, grinding deeply until his spasms calmed.
He pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her, eyes closed, breathing hard. “That was fantastic.” He drew her down beside him and placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. “I’d cuddle with you, but I don’t want to sweat off my riff and solo.”
She laughed. “That must be the first time that excuse has ever been used to avoid after-sex cuddling.”
He took her face between both hands and kissed her reverently. Never had she been kissed reverently before.
“It’s the truth though. I’d love to hold you close for hours.”
She smiled. A sweet sex god. What more could a girl want? He kissed her again.
“Ah Myrna,” he murmured. “I think my muse resides deep, deep inside you.”
“You sure know how to use her in exactly the right way.”
Ready for more?
Order Backstage Pass today!
- Amazon Kindle Version
- Barnes and Noble
- Books-A-Million ebook (currently priced at only $7.99)
- Sony Reader Store
or find it on the shelf at your local bookstore.
Learn more about Backstage Pass on my website: www.oliviacunning.com