It’s also perfect.
When my eyes finally flutter open, Ravvi smirks down at me.
“Did you watch me like a total creep?”
“Sure did.” He laughs, a low and throaty sound. “I needed to make sure you came before I did, but I’m hanging on by a thread here.”
My insides light up, and I squeeze my inner muscles. It just became my life’s mission to make him lose it.
He picks up his pace to punishing strokes that make the most embarrassing sounds spill from my lips.
I’m teetering on the edge of coming again when he rolls over. It’s unexpected, and I have to focus on getting myself up onto my knees while holding back the urge to pout.
“I really want to be able to play with these.” Ravvi grins, bringing his tattooed fingers to tease my nipples. “Fuck me.”
My hand falls to his chest, and I bring the other to my clit. I have no clue what I’m doing, but I follow what feels good.
Ravvi’s cocky smirk melts until he’s gritting his teeth like he’s barely hanging on. It’s so sexy, and he swells inside me, sending me tumbling into another earth-shattering orgasm.
I stop bouncing on my knees and switch to deep, grinding movements that send me soaring.
His low growl turns into a groan, and his shaft jumps inside me. I fall forward, working my hips to pump out every drop of his hot cum. He sits up in a crunch to meet me, kissing me as his hand tangles in my hair.
My skin sizzles, but my insides are melty, and my chest feels warm and fuzzy.
Holy shit.
I think I’m in real trouble.
Chapter Nineteen
Ravvi
I’m so fucked.
If I can’t make her love me after all of this… I honestly don’t know what I’ll do with myself.
Kidnapping might be the only option.
Damian joins in, offering backup assistance for our next round, but once the bus comes to a stop, we lie in one big cuddle pile.
I’m content, and we’re all safe. If I could stop time, I’d never leave this room again. I want the comfort of this moment to last forever.
Some small part of me aches to ask her what all of this means, and if we should be warning someone that she won’t be able to perform tonight. Except, I fear that would be a huge mistake when this morning has been the best of my life.
Instead, I run my fingers through her hair and purr her to sleep, like a total fucking coward.
I also keep my mouth shut when she wakes up still seated on my cock an hour later and leans over, grabbing her suppressants from the bedside table.
Damian abandoned us to take a shower while she slept, and no matter how I grit my teeth, I can’t bring myself to risk a fight by asking her not to take it.
Hell, I’m not even sure if it’s safe to stop the medication in the middle of a cycle. All I know is that I’m worried about her. This tour can’t be over fast enough.
“I didn’t think we’d be performing tonight.” Riot bumps his shoulder against mine as we stand around in the greenroom, waiting for Cove and Damian to finish their makeup.
I would normally laugh. My brother hates anyone touching his face, but the crowd loves it when they give him dark liner. It also matches the vibe of his outfit tonight, so he’s going to have to suck it up and deal with it.
We missed rehearsal, which is always stressful, but Cove was insistent about not canceling our show. It’s causing me never-ending anxiety to consider what might happen if she has another heat spike while on stage. We’re not the main performance, meaning her system only has to hold out for an hour.
