Read Online Meeting Trouble (New Adult Rock Star Romance) by Emme Rollins - Free Book Online
Authors: Emme Rollins
Ads: Link
my clit, a heightening rhythm that had me spreading my legs wider and gasping at the stars.
“Deeper!” I squeezed his fingers, trying to draw him in. Together we sent white streams of breath between us wafting out and disappearing into the cold night air. I glimpsed the headlights of a car passing by on my quiet little suburban street as Rob slid his fingers as far into me as he could, his thumb still working round and round my clit.
“ Rob…” I felt a tight, swirling ache in my belly, something coiling and waiting to spring. “Don’t stop.”
“ No,” he panted, moving faster instead, the wet squelch between my legs the only sound now besides the buzz of the streetlights and the rasping of our breath. “I won’t stop. I promise.”
And he didn ’t, his hand working between my thighs as I writhed and ground my pelvis against him, arching my back, my whole body a tightening spiral of need. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against his neck as he shoved me against the door, his hand buried between my legs.
“ Close. So close…” I didn’t know if I was telling him or me, feeling the delicious, rising hum of my orgasm approaching. He pressed his fingers deep, just his thumb moving now against my clit, focusing the sensation and bringing me into it. I moaned and rocked, biting and sucking at his neck as I came, gushing around his fingers in pulsing waves.
“ Ahhh, God! Yes!”
He held me close with one arm as I started to sink , buoying me up. My knees weakened and the world tipped upside down. He lifted his other hand, still wet with me, to his mouth, sucking his fingers. I flushed, watching him, very aware now we were on my porch, resting against the front door.
“ My keys…” I made an effort to reach for them but found myself trapped. Rob stooped and handed them to me. I found my house key, pulling my skirt down and turning toward the door, head still swimming. My hands trembled and I couldn’t seem to get the key to go into the lock. I looked at him, smiling an apology.
“ Here.” He took the key, sliding it in and turning it. I pushed the door open, taking out my keys and switching on the light. It hadn’t occurred to me the place was a mess. I turned to say something, but he filled the doorway, his eyes only on me. Shutting the door behind him, he lifted my chin and kissed me. I could smell myself, taste my juices on his lips.
“ Bedroom,” was all he said, kissing me backward. I nodded, dropping my purse and keys, slipping my jacket down and tossing it on the couch as I passed. He shrugged his jacket off and threw it over mine, following.
There were clothes all over my bed, remnants of a night spent changing, trying to find the perfect concert-going outfit, the one that would attract Rob ’s attention the most. I smiled at the pile of skirts and blouses, belts and shoes.
I leaned in and swept them all to the floor. Turning on the bed, I looked at him. He slid off his boots and unbuttoned his shirt, looking at me sprawled on the bed.
“Here.” I pressed my boot to the middle of his chest. He caught it in his hand. “Unzip me?”
The boots were knee-length, the zippers long. His gaze followed both zippers down, first one, then the other, tossing the boots to join his on the floor. I admired my legs in fishnets, stretching them out and resting them on his shoulders. I knew he could see straight up my skirt, my panties askew, the material pressing between my labia.
“ You know you’re sexy as hell.” He grinned. “At least, after a few drinks, you sure know it.”
“ Quit teasing.” I nudged his shoulder with my toe, making a face.
“ Look who’s talking.” He spread my legs with his hands, gaze lingering between them. “I’ve wanted to see up that skirt all night.”
“ This skirt?” I wiggled my hips, tugging it upward.
“ Yeah,” he breathed, his hand moving over the top edge of the elastic on my black bikini panties. He pressed his hand to my belly,
“Deeper!” I squeezed his fingers, trying to draw him in. Together we sent white streams of breath between us wafting out and disappearing into the cold night air. I glimpsed the headlights of a car passing by on my quiet little suburban street as Rob slid his fingers as far into me as he could, his thumb still working round and round my clit.
“ Rob…” I felt a tight, swirling ache in my belly, something coiling and waiting to spring. “Don’t stop.”
“ No,” he panted, moving faster instead, the wet squelch between my legs the only sound now besides the buzz of the streetlights and the rasping of our breath. “I won’t stop. I promise.”
And he didn ’t, his hand working between my thighs as I writhed and ground my pelvis against him, arching my back, my whole body a tightening spiral of need. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against his neck as he shoved me against the door, his hand buried between my legs.
“ Close. So close…” I didn’t know if I was telling him or me, feeling the delicious, rising hum of my orgasm approaching. He pressed his fingers deep, just his thumb moving now against my clit, focusing the sensation and bringing me into it. I moaned and rocked, biting and sucking at his neck as I came, gushing around his fingers in pulsing waves.
“ Ahhh, God! Yes!”
He held me close with one arm as I started to sink , buoying me up. My knees weakened and the world tipped upside down. He lifted his other hand, still wet with me, to his mouth, sucking his fingers. I flushed, watching him, very aware now we were on my porch, resting against the front door.
“ My keys…” I made an effort to reach for them but found myself trapped. Rob stooped and handed them to me. I found my house key, pulling my skirt down and turning toward the door, head still swimming. My hands trembled and I couldn’t seem to get the key to go into the lock. I looked at him, smiling an apology.
“ Here.” He took the key, sliding it in and turning it. I pushed the door open, taking out my keys and switching on the light. It hadn’t occurred to me the place was a mess. I turned to say something, but he filled the doorway, his eyes only on me. Shutting the door behind him, he lifted my chin and kissed me. I could smell myself, taste my juices on his lips.
“ Bedroom,” was all he said, kissing me backward. I nodded, dropping my purse and keys, slipping my jacket down and tossing it on the couch as I passed. He shrugged his jacket off and threw it over mine, following.
There were clothes all over my bed, remnants of a night spent changing, trying to find the perfect concert-going outfit, the one that would attract Rob ’s attention the most. I smiled at the pile of skirts and blouses, belts and shoes.
I leaned in and swept them all to the floor. Turning on the bed, I looked at him. He slid off his boots and unbuttoned his shirt, looking at me sprawled on the bed.
“Here.” I pressed my boot to the middle of his chest. He caught it in his hand. “Unzip me?”
The boots were knee-length, the zippers long. His gaze followed both zippers down, first one, then the other, tossing the boots to join his on the floor. I admired my legs in fishnets, stretching them out and resting them on his shoulders. I knew he could see straight up my skirt, my panties askew, the material pressing between my labia.
“ You know you’re sexy as hell.” He grinned. “At least, after a few drinks, you sure know it.”
“ Quit teasing.” I nudged his shoulder with my toe, making a face.
“ Look who’s talking.” He spread my legs with his hands, gaze lingering between them. “I’ve wanted to see up that skirt all night.”
“ This skirt?” I wiggled my hips, tugging it upward.
“ Yeah,” he breathed, his hand moving over the top edge of the elastic on my black bikini panties. He pressed his hand to my belly,
Similar Books
