Liberty hummed, and the vibration traveled straight up his dick and electrified his balls.
“Jesus, woman. That’s like . . .”
Hard for her to smile with her face stuffed full of cock, but she managed. And she hummed again.
Devin groaned. “You’re killin’ me.” He held her jaw as he withdrew. Then he reached for the lube, squirting a thick line between her br**sts and another on the top side of his cock. Watching her eyes, he pressed the soft flesh together. “Too much?”
“No. You can go more.”
His palms pushed the abundant softness with more force, creating a smaller, tighter space. He canted his pelvis, sliding his c**k across her sternum and entering the channel. Not as tight as her cunt or her ass, but warm and soft.
“I need your hands on me,” he panted.
Liberty trailed her fingertips up and down the muscles straining in his forearms. “This part of you is so sexy, guitar slinger.”
Devin glanced down to watch her tits bounce. To see the reddened tips of her ni**les poking up, making him wish he was flexible enough to suck on her while he f**ked her like this.
Careful not to crush her, he tried to bear most of his weight on his knees. He thrust faster.
Then Liberty started pinching her ni**les, knowing that would drive him crazy. “You’re so close. I can feel it. You’re so fierce-looking when you come. Let me see it. Come all over me, Devin.”
Fuck, that dirty talk did it for him every time. Devin slid back and started beating off. “Hold those tits up.”
Come shot out the end of his dick in a long arc, the first spurt landing below her left nipple, the second spurt right on it. He growled through each hard pulse, pushing upright onto his knees, bracing his hand on the headboard so he could mark her. Making sure every hot drop dripped onto her skin. He jerked and twisted on his shaft until nothing remained but the bliss of release; then he let his spent c**k slip from his hand.
Fingers clamped onto his ass cheeks. Then Liberty’s hot—sweet baby Jesus, her mouth was so f**king hot—mouth swallowed his c**k to the root. She released his shaft, licking and nuzzling the crown; her fingers gently stroked his balls.
His brain was so fuzzy, his dick so sensitive that he couldn’t take it anymore. He croaked, “Please. Baby. Stop. It’s too much.”
“Just a little more.”
That’s when he realized the buzzing sound wasn’t only in his head, but in Liberty’s hand. She used the vibrator to get herself off again as she sucked on his softening dick. Her hot breath teased his damp cockhead in rapid puffs of air that sent chill bumps across every inch of his skin.
Liberty rolled down to the mattress with a very contented sigh. From beneath heavy lids, she gifted him with a sated smile.
Devin dropped to his hands and knees and hung above her. Keeping his gaze on hers, he thoroughly licked a milky trail of his come from her breast. And another. Then he smashed his mouth to hers, sharing the taste and the passion she brought out in him.
Her hands came up to cradle his face. She gentled the kiss, quieting the storm raging inside him. Devin wanted to shout to the ceiling that he loved her. Promise her anything and everything if she’d agree to share her life with him.
“Devin?”
He was afraid to open his eyes, knowing she’d see right into the heart of him. “That was so f**kin’ hot. I think you fried my brain cells. Hang on; I’ll get something to clean you up.” Then, like a chickenshit, he escaped to the bathroom. He soaked a washcloth in warm water and returned to her.
She was in the same position, staring at the ceiling.
Devin gently wiped the stickiness from her chest. He tried not to feel guilt upon seeing the finger-shaped marks on her pale skin. By the time he finished wiping her down, the cloth had gone cold.
Was it his imagination or had the air gone cold too?
“You okay?” he asked.
A beat passed before she answered. She sat up and twined her arms around his neck. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For never holding back with me.”
Baby, if you only knew.
Devin didn’t know what else to say to that, so he said nothing. He just breathed her in.
For a man who made his living with words, he sure couldn’t come up with the right ones to say to her.
And he was running out of time to figure them out.
Chapter Twenty-nine
They had one week left on this last leg of the tour.
Things had settled down since the bus incident, but Liberty was still twitchy.
She trusted her gut enough not to discount the feeling that something wasn’t right. Her job was ninety percent awareness and ten percent instinct. And instinct had her holstering her forty-five tonight instead of her stun gun.
The banquet room was packed to capacity. With one exit, she’d stationed Devin at the front of the room. People who wanted to talk to him could come to him.
No matter where they went in the last week, she felt as if they were being watched. Not in the normal, Omigod, I can’t believe I’m in the same room with Devin McClain! type of gawking they dealt with every day. But even when she and Devin had a spare moment to themselves, it felt like they had an audience.
She scanned the room for the hundredth time and saw the same thing as the other ninety-nine times. The band was there. Sarge, Check, Boomer and the road crew were huddled in the corner. They always came for the food, but they never mingled. Several ladies—heck, most of the ladies—were eyeing Devin like a juicy slab of beef. She couldn’t quite keep her smile to herself because he was a burning-hot hunk of man flesh. And he was all hers.