The hardness in his expression eased. “Good girl. Now, get down on your knees.”
My heart began to pound loudly in my ears. “Here?”
“Yeah.”
I lowered down, flinching when the cold concrete dug into the bare skin of my knees. Oliver unbuckled his belt in front of my face, pulled down the zipper of his jeans, and shoved his hand into his underwear.
And then I was looking at it. His dick. It was long and slightly curved and pointing directly at me.
“Open your mouth.”
Tentatively, I obeyed and inched toward the hard, foreign flesh. My lips closed around the head, and above me, Oliver hissed. He shoved his fingers into my hair and pushed me farther on his dick.
I choked and pulled away to look at him, my eyes watering. His eyes were hooded as he watched me kneeling between his legs.
“Keep going.”
I wrapped my lips around him once again, intending to go slower, but he didn’t give me a chance to set the pace. He tightened his hand on my head and began to thrust into my mouth.
This wasn’t how I’d imagined this would feel. There was a building aggression to his movements, and I frantically tried to fight my gag reflex, but all I could think about was that I couldn’t get enough air inside my lungs.
Fortunately, it didn’t last long. In less than a minute, Oliver groaned, the sound lower, throatier, and then a sour liquid filled my mouth.
I tried to jerk away, unsure of what to do, but he held me in place with an unyielding grip until I swallowed his cum.
When I clambered up, he wore a pleased smile on his face, but I couldn’t return it. I felt…used.
So what if he likes it a little rough? Snap out of it. You did exactly what you said you’d do the next time you saw him.
He kept his emerald eyes on me as he tucked himself back in and closed up his zipper. “I loved that, Ivy. You’re amazing, you know that?”
Finally, I mustered up a smile. “Uh-huh.”
His smirk grew. “I like that skirt. Wear it again tomorrow.”
Tomorrow. My birthday was tomorrow. Did he remember?
As if reading my thoughts, he lifted his palm to caress my cheek. “I haven’t forgotten it’s your special day. Your first, right, Ivy?”
I nodded, closing my eyes so that I wouldn’t give my inner turmoil away. “Yes.”
His fingers traced my lips. “I need to get set up for the show.”
“Wait.” I gripped his wrist. “Oliver, I’m leaving the day after tomorrow. What are we going to do? How are we going to keep seeing each other?”
He shrugged. “We’ll figure it out. I promise you, we will. But not now. Tomorrow, after we celebrate, we’ll make a plan.”
After? After I gave him my virginity? I still didn’t even have his phone number. Frustration bloomed inside my chest, and tears pricked behind the backs of my eyes, but Oliver didn’t seem to notice. He lifted his wrist to look at his watch.
“I really have to go. I need to make sure Jamie is fine before we go on.” Oliver picked up my top off the ground and handed it to me. “I’ll see you at the party.”
By the time I’d pulled my shirt over my head, he’d already snuck out, only a trace of his cologne lingering in his wake.
* * *
The clockabove the reporter’s head ticked past one am, and I glanced at the door for what must have been the hundredth time since we’d gotten to the suite about an hour ago. Cole and the rest of the guys had made a big deal of it being my birthday and even arranged for a cake to be here when we first walked in. I was sitting beside Silas, pretending to participate in a conversation he and Cole were having with a reporter from a local Kansas City music magazine, but my thoughts were on Oliver. I couldn’t shake off my unease about what had happened in that storage room, or the fact that I would be on a plane home in less than forty-eight hours and I still had no idea what we were going to do.
I couldn’t wait until the morning. We had to figure this stuff tonight, and I wouldn’t let him off the hook as easily as I had a few hours earlier. At least, I told myself that. The thought of forcing a confrontation was more than a little terrifying. I’d come on this tour with the goal of taking tentative steps out of my comfort zone, but I’d never expected to be jerked out of it at a hundred miles per hour by a gorgeous rock star. Around Oliver, I was different, but on my own, I didn’t feel nearly as changed. As I scanned all the faces at this party, I felt a familiar discomfort at being around people I didn’t know.
