Page 32 of Rising Star

“Sam.” She whispered my name like a prayer.

The pad of my thumb played with her swollen bundle of nerves. I lowered my other hand, my fingertips digging into her soft ass cheek to hold her closer to me.

Her head tilted back. I watched her, relishing the lust drawn on her features. And the blush on her cheeks.

My mouth devoured hers, our tongues famished for each other. My teeth and lips feasted on her slender neck.

Her grip on me tightened, and she shut her eyes. I accelerated the rhythm of my fingers. She clenched around my digits as she surfed the first wave of pleasure. My arms fastened around her, holding her against me, wishing she could decode the thrumming of my heart. And understand the depth of my feelings.

The ones I couldn’t speak out loud. Not now at least. Not before the tour was over and we could give our relationship a real chance. My fears lingered on the outskirts of my mind, ready to make a comeback. And screw with my head.

I lowered Madison back to her feet, helping her with her balance. We fixated on each other. There was no going back.

“Sam, I need you. Inside me,” she said with a trembling voice. It brought me back to the present. To us. And kill the apprehension lurking at the source. Before I could react, she plunged her hand into my pants and boxer briefs and fisted my steeled length, shaping her hand around it. Taking ownership of the part of me that already belonged to her. No matter what lies I told to convince myself otherwise.

A relieved puff of air left her mouth. A guttural growl tumbled out of mine.

I had no more doubts.

Madison owned me. Body and soul. And I wished nothing more than to be hers.

“Fuck, I don’t have a condom,” I said, breathless and barely able to speak coherent words as she worked my stiff manhood like nobody else had done in years. Like only she could. Scorching heat clung to my vertebras. My breathing hitched. How could I be so stupid? I hadn’t worn or bought a piece of rubber in almost ten years. That was a rookie mistake. A faux pas. I was in such a hurry to get here tonight that I convinced Riley to drive me straight home after my show, not thinking clearly. The adrenaline of giving a concert always got me horny. And for the length of the entire show, Madison had been the only person I wished I could live that moment with. I pictured her standing on the side of the stage so often that I started believing she was there with me after the fifth song. In my head, I dedicated each one to her. Only her.

I raked my fingers through my locks. “Babe, I’m sorry.”

“Sam, I never had sex without one, and it’s been a long while since the last time.”

I blinked. “I believed—” I didn’t want to voice those thoughts out loud. I didn’t want the idea of her with another man to spoil the moment.

She shook her head. Her lips pursed. “I couldn’t.” Two words. Two words that wrecked me and spread a wave of euphoria and something else I couldn’t quite name through my being. We eye-fucked each other for far too long, air still rushing to get in and out of our lungs. “I’m on the pill.” She studied my reaction. “I’m okay with it. With you. Unless you wanna stop.” She looked vulnerable right now. Offering herself to the greedy man in me without a second thought.

“You sure?” I smoothed the length of her bottom lip with my thumb.

“Only with you,” she murmured, her eyes pulling me into a new trance.

My lips returned to hers. Hungry. I ate her mouth as if it was my last meal. Our tongues tangoed with each other. I cupped one naked breast, rolling the tip between my fingers. A scorching rampage woke up in me. How could kissing and touching her feel so damn right? The clouds of my conscience parted. Light came back to my life. Brighter and more blinding than ever before.

Her hands returned to my crotch, pumping me until my knees weakened.

I leaned forward to lick her diamond-hard rosy nipples. And played them with my teeth while Madison’s hand worked me in long and tantalizing strokes.

“Only with you,” she repeated, bewitching me with her hooded lids, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. Looking perfect. All my doing.

With an exhale, I ordered, “Turn around.”

This wasn’t delicate. This was desperate. A yearning I couldn’t contain anymore. One I knew I might regret later but couldn’t stop. Couldn’t deny myself any longer.

Yanking her tiny shorts and cotton panties down her legs, I held her arms over her head with one hand while positioning her pelvis with the other. With my knee, I pushed her legs further apart. Her face pressed against the wall, and the sparks that flashed my way when our gazes met over her shoulder got me harder. As if it could even be possible. My fingers returned to her folds, coating them with her arousal. Urging her down with a palm between her shoulder blades until her ass pointed up, I lined my dick with her opening. Chills ran along my back. My teeth dug into my tongue, forcing me to focus and not let go too soon. Inch by inch, I pushed into her tight channel. Madison welcomed all of me with one push, her ass flush with my lower abdomen.

“Ohmyfuckinggod,” I mumbled. Bending my upper body to mold to her back, I caught a fistful of her hair, searching for her mouth.

We breathed out together. Embedded inside her walls, unable to move, too many overwhelming sensations coursing through me, I devoured her in a manner I couldn’t prevent myself anymore.

My fingers tangled in her mane.

Slowly, I got into a rhythm. My hand holding her arms above her head grounded me to this instant.

I accelerated the movements, unable to go slow anymore. Too engrossed in this woman to deprive us of this. The connection. The ecstasy.