Wicked Beat

She tensed. “No. Don’t.”

“I won’t put it in,” he promised. “Not until you ask me to. You can trust me, Rebekah.”

She nodded, her stomach in knots, but she did trust him. Even though all he had to do was thrust forward and he’d be buried inside her, she trusted that he wouldn’t do it. Her pu**y clenched at the thought of him inside her. It wanted to be filled with him, but emotionally, she wasn’t ready yet.

He eased down, his c**k head losing contact with her wet and swollen flesh. She was seconds from asking him to do it. To just put it in and get it over with. His hands moved from her hair to her br**sts. He cupped them and stared at them, as if in awe.

“You have such perfect br**sts, Rebekah. I love how your pretty, pink ni**les get hard when I look at them.” They were straining for his attention even now. He lowered his head and drew the flat of his tongue over one nipple and then the other. He then blew a cool breath over their wet surfaces and she shuddered.

“Suck them, Eric,” she whispered. “Please.”

He huffed several excited breaths and then lowered his head to suck one eager nipple into his hot mouth. She cried out and grabbed his hair. Her back arched, and she held him to her breast, mewing in delight as the pleasurable sensations of his hard suction swirled from her breast to her belly to her throbbing pu**y and clit. “Oh yes. Like that,” she panted. He sucked until she was sure she couldn’t take any more pleasure, and then he switched to her other breast. She cried out and panted his name. “Eric. Eric.”

He yanked his mouth away. “Ah shit, I’m about to come again,” he groaned, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Come on my tits. I want you to.”

He moved so fast, he left her disoriented. He straddled her rib cage and slid his hard c**k up her chest. He pressed her br**sts together, so that they surrounded his cock, and began to thrust. Rebekah’s eyes opened wide. She’d never had a man f**k her tits before. She wasn’t sure how to respond. His c**k head looked incredibly inviting as it disappeared and reappeared from the top of her cle**age. She bent her neck and extended her tongue to lick it. Eric groaned. Fucked her faster. His excitement fueled hers. She clung to his ass, suddenly wanting him to pump like that into her pu**y. She flicked her tongue over his c**k whenever it came within reach. He cried out and drew back. His hand released her br**sts and grabbed his c**k to spurt that first pulse of cum over one breast and a second pulse over the other.

His free hand moved to the headboard to steady himself as his body quaked with release.

“Ah, Reb,” he gasped brokenly. “You are too good to me.”

“That was f**kin’ hot,” she said. “I need to come. I’m so turned on right now.”

He climbed off her belly and laid down beside her. He rested his head on her shoulder, still breathing hard from his exertions. His hand moved between her thighs and slid over her wet folds before finding her clit. He rubbed her slowly with firm pressure at first. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensation. Nothing else. Just the pleasure throbbing through her clit. His fingers moved faster. Faster. Her pleasure built and built. When it burst, she cried out and shuddered in ecstasy. He rubbed her hard and fast the entire time she came, prolonging her pleasure. Her pu**y clenched in delighted spasms, but felt so hopelessly empty. She slid two fingers inside to alleviate its ache. Eric lifted his head unexpectedly and moved to investigate.

“That is so beautiful,” he whispered. “You have no idea how much I want to slide my c**k inside there.”

She slid her fingers in and out of her slick passage, and Eric shuddered. His motions on her clit intensified again.

“Come for me again,” he urged. It took her awhile, but his relentless rub on her clit and her own thrusting fingers brought her to orgasm again.

“Damn, I’m so hard again,” he muttered. “Woman, you’re driving me crazy.”

He fell onto his back and took his c**k in both hands, stroking its length slowly. Rebekah had never had such gratifying sex in her life, and technically they hadn’t even had sex. She lifted her body from the bed and kissed a trail down his hard chest and washboard belly. The man didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. She supposed all that drumming kept him in good shape. He sucked a breath through his teeth when she planted a kiss just beneath his navel. When she moved between his legs, he released his c**k and lay there in trembling anticipation.

“You don’t think I’m going to suck your cock, do you?” she teased.

“No?”

“You wouldn’t want me to go against our deal, would you?”

He grinned down at her. “Actually, yeah, I would.”

“Keep stroking it,” she said.

He started to rub himself again. She lowered her head to suck on the loose skin covering his balls.

“Ahhh,” he cried out in protest and moved away.

“You don’t like that?” she asked.

“Fuck yeah, I like that,” he said.

“Then hold still.” She loved his exaggerated response as she sucked and licked his sac. He was jacking off so hard that he was sure to spurt again in seconds. She drew one nut carefully into her mouth and sucked gently. He stroked himself faster, groaning in torment. She repeated the treatment on his other nut. It took him quite awhile to come, even though he obviously enjoyed every minute. When he finally erupted, she pulled back to watch him spurt over his belly. Even after he was completely spent, he continued to groan and tremble in delight. When she moved to collect his cum with her tongue, he released his c**k and stroked her hair.

“Oh, baby, that felt so good.”

“Then why did it take you so long to come that time?” she asked, finding his delightful juices in the middle of his belly and lapping them up.

He hesitated, pausing in reflection of what had just happened. “I don’t know.”

She thought maybe she did. Helping him with his problem was going to be a hell of a lot easier than she’d first anticipated. And as much as she wanted him inside her already, hers might be just as easy a fix.

Chapter 9

The next afternoon, the band caught up with the equipment truck and the other tour bus at the venue. The crew had arrived several hours earlier and were already setting up the stage. Rebekah picked up Dave’s notebook and headed off the bus to help with assembly.

“You’d better get busy on those drums,” one of the roadies said to her. “You’re late.”