“Buckle up, wild thing,” I tell him. “Because you’re going to hear me roar.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
I’m so glad I opted for latex rather than velvet. The black gloss goes perfectly with the decor of Vinnie Hampton’s epic manor, and perfectly with the rocker himself, his cock zipped up tight in his black leather.
I can’t wait to get a proper view of it.
Fuck me, the guy is a legend in the flesh. I can’t stop staring at him, trying to burn every single inch of his body into my memory.
I wave goodbye to Holly the whore – the entertainer zoning in on every client’s needs and out to serve. I’m Ella tonight, living out my fangirl fantasies as I hitch myself onto the bar top in Vinnie’s mini tavern.
The bar top is the perfect height for me to wrap my legs around him without him needing to hold me in position. I pull him close with my linked stilettos and plant my lips on his, buzzing at the taste of De Chante between us as I run my fingers up and down his spine.
Someone needs to pinch me a thousand times, because this is crazy surreal. Crazy.
My bare tits are pressed to Vinnie’s chest, flesh to flesh. His hands tangle in my hair as he kisses me, raising the tension, and I’m breathing hard as he nips my bottom lip when he pulls away.
“Look at these beauties,” he says as he admires the bountiful rack I’ve been blessed with.
“They taste as good as they look,” I tell him, cupping my tits in my hands. “Especially spritzed up with a nice topping of De Chante. Wanna try them?”
Vinnie’s eyes are hooded and mischievous. “Umm… not sure about that,” he says.
“No?” Is he kidding me?
“Thing is,” he says, “me and the guys, we always have a food taster that goes first. You know, in case someone’s trying to poison us.”
I’m speechless, not knowing if he’s kidding or not.
He nods at my tits. “You go first.”
Ahh, now I get it. “My pleasure.” I squash my tits together and push them up, dip my head and lick across my nipples.
“Suck them,” my rock god says and I duly oblige, squashing one tit and sucking my nipple into my mouth, biting and tugging and moaning when I switch to the other tit.
“Fucking A,” he says, palming the bulge in his tight pants. “Bite them, babe.”
I make a show of it, biting down, leaving marks on my flesh, my nipples so big and hard it feels so good.
“Well, you haven’t dropped down dead,” he says. “I guess it’s safe.”
I push my tits together and stick my chest out. “Bite me.”
He takes the champagne from the bucket and I gasp when he tips ice-cold fizz over my tits, but he’s right there to counter it. His warm mouth and puffy lips are fantasies brought to life. I watch in fangirl shock as Vinnie Hampton laps the bubbly champagne from my nipples, one by one. My eyes are fixated byhis tongue as he works it across my skin, moaning at the taste. I’m moaning too, still in disbelief as he feasts on my tits.
He pauses for breath, takes hold of both nipples and stretches them, and the filthy look on his face is to die for.
“Your tits are made for this,” he says, grabs one tit in both hands, squashes it hard and clamps his mouth on it.
What a fucking delight as he sucks it into his mouth. Sucks so hard his cheeks are bulging and my tit is throbbing. My hands are soon in his hair, pulling his head into me, forcing more of my tit into his mouth.
He lets go, takes a deep breath and squashes my other tit, sucking it into his mouth until again his cheeks are bulging and I’m in fucking heaven.
“Fucking A,” I parrot his words, my clit sparking like never before as he bites and sucks, bites and sucks.
It spurs me on.
I empty the whole bottle of De Chante from up high, splashing it down my front so the fizz froths on his rocker hair as he gobbles at my flesh. I hitch myself back and beg for more of his mouth. More of his tongue. More, more, more, fucking more. My body is thrumming, my head is spinning, and I’m panting hard. Heady with lust when he catches my nipple between his teeth and tugs.
