This is exactly where I want to be—in my tour bus, fucking a gorgeous woman, and ending one great performance with another. Vivienne arches and moans, reaching for me, trying to pull me in closer until I’m crawling my way on top of her.
My body frames hers, and we melt together perfectly. She brings my lips to hers and kisses me frantically. I kiss her back. I love the way I can still taste myself on her from earlier. I slam into her soaking wet cunt, nice and deep, enjoying the way she squeezes me back in response. Repeating the motion, I pound in deep again with my hips. Finally, my entire cock is buried to the hilt inside of her. Vivienne’s arousal pulsates around me. She’s so fucking close to another orgasm, I can feel it.
“If you want to come, you better scream my name, Vivienne.” I breathe in her ear before kissing down her neck to where it meets her shoulder.
She groans, rolling against me. I slip my hand between us to rub her swollen clit, and she grinds against my cock in response.
“Cas,” she rasps.
“Yes.”
“I want you to make me come.”
“What are you supposed to say?” I scold.
“Please.”
“How bad do you want it?” I growl.
“So bad,” she begs. “Please.”
Dipping my head, I suck her nipple into my mouth, running my tongue over her piercing, playing with it until her pussy clenches and flexes, coming on me hard. Her orgasm lingers in the distance, a reminder that she still has more to give me.
Vivienne screams, “Cas, don’t stop. Fuck me harder.”
She’s not begging—it’s a demand. I’m close to my own release, and her words are the only encouragement I need to drive this home. I pound her until her orgasm crests, wave after wave, until she’s squirting all over me. And then I’m coming with her.
I want to linger, to let my cock go soft inside her and stay there all night, but I know better. Pulling out, I step back, excusing myself to the bathroom where I remove the condom, toss it into the wastebasket, and clean myself up with a towel. I grab one for her and return to find her still lying right where I left her, breathing heavily.
“Here.” I toss her the towel.
I pluck a fresh pair of boxers from my drawer, slip them on, and grab a T-shirt and some sweats for her. “If you want to stay and cuddle,” I say, laying them on the bed next to her, “we can watch a movie.”
She looks at me out of the corner of her eye, but to my surprise, she reaches for the clothes. I don’t turn away while she dresses, refusing to give her any sort of privacy as I pull on a pair of sweats. I toss the blanket into a hamper, pull down the covers, and climb into bed. She slides in next to me with her back to me and her ass scooched right up against my dick. It feels good—right, almost. I shouldn’t be this obsessed. She’s just a one-night stand, but I’ve never felt this attached to a one-night stand before. This is different. She’s different.
I pull her closer against me. “That was good,” I whisper in her ear. “But if I’m being honest, I’ve been thinking of falling asleep with you in my arms like this all night.”
She’s speechless. I don’t have to see to know she’s smiling. I’m exhausted, and so is she. Soon she dozes off, and I follow not long after her. I dream of something more than one night. Even in my sleep, I can’t get this girl outta my head.
Chapter eight
Soft snores pull me from a dreamless slumber. I rub my eyes, blinking in the fading darkness of early morning. A deeper snore refocuses my attention as I look over to a very shirtless—and very asleep—Cas-fucking-Wilder.
Shit!
I guess fucking a rockstar was, in fact, not all just a dream. A fact my pussy confirms when I try to move. I’m sore, which is going to make this walk of shame even harder to accomplish. First things first: I need to find my phone. I don’t remember where Ileft my bag or my clothes. Blinking, I replay my memories from last night, slowly retracing my footsteps.
Slowly and carefully, I slide out from under Cas’s heavy arm draped around my waist. Easing myself off the bed, I scan the floor for my clothes, gathering them in my arms and tiptoeing back to his living room. My bag is right where I left it—on the coffee table.
First, I snatch my phone, swiping it open and ignoring everything as I pull up the rideshare app and order a pick-up. Tossing my phone in my bag, I dress, folding up his clothes and laying them neatly on the sofa.
I check the status. A driver has accepted and should be arriving in the next five minutes. I think this would all look better if I walk over to the main entrance of the hotel to wait. I don’t need anything weird happening...or to be caught sneaking out of his bus.
It takes me an embarrassingly long time to figure out how to open the door. I find myself listening for Cas’s snores. It’s the only other sound I can hear as my heartbeat thuds in my ears. Eventually, I sneak out, closing it softly behind myself. Trekking across the parking lot, I keep to the shadows—still lurking around the lot, full of parked cars—as the sun begins to rise in the distance.
So far, so good. I haven’t encountered anyone else. When I make it to the hotel entrance, I sit down on a bench to wait. No sooner do I sit down than a white car pulls up. The driver confirms myride, and I climb into the back seat. I try to act as casual as possible. We drive in silence.
Thirty minutes later, my house comes into view, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Roxy’s car is in her driveway, which means she made it home okay, and everything at my house looks normal—so I can sneak in and pretend I didn’t spend the night with Cas.
