her hand from his neck to his cock, which was now straining against his jeans in all its glory. She plunged her hand into his pants and watched his face go slack with lust as her hand wrapped around him. “Okay, rock star, you win.”
FIFTEEN MINUTES. THAT’S how long Dev knew he’d have until his stage manager came knocking on his door. But right now there was only Kiki and him. Dev’s entire world shrank down to this small room where their intense longing was all that mattered.
More of her. Finally.
When her ass hit the dressing table, she’d already yanked her skirt up around her waist. With her boots still on, she brought her feet up on the table and leaned back against the mirror. Then she spread her legs wide to give him a perfect view. Hot desire ripped through Dev’s synapses when he saw the wetness on her thong. He rubbed a hand over his erection, which was straining painfully against his jeans.
“That tight pussy,” he murmured, reaching for her panties. “Do you know how many nights I’ve pretended my hand was you?”
“I’ve had a few sleepless nights myself,” Kiki breathed, squirming as he cupped her right there. She bucked into his hand and let out a tortured moan when it hit exactly the right spot. “Rip it. Just fucking rip it off,” she choked out. “I need you now.”
“If you insist,” Dev said thickly, curling his hand around the pink garment. He yanked hard, and he heard the thin fabric snap as it pulled off in one swift motion. Then he dragged her hips toward him until she was balanced on the edge of the table with full access to her beautiful sweet spot. Like a man possessed, he brought his mouth down on hers again while his fingers went inside her.
She moaned as he drew her wetness up to circle her clit. Her body started to tremble as she arched backward, her chest heaving with barely controlled desire.
“My sweet little strawberry, I can’t wait to taste you again,” he whispered into her ear.
“Next time. Please, Dev. Just fuck me. I’m dying for you.”
Next time. And just when he thought it couldn’t get any better.
Kiki’s hands were at his belt buckle. He heard the arousing sound of his fly unzipping, and then he was in her hands, so hard he ached.
“Tell me you have a condom somewhere,” she pleaded.
Dev fumbled a drawer open on the dressing table. He’d yet to occupy a dressing room that wasn’t fully stashed with condoms, and thankfully this one was no exception. He snatched one, ripped the package open and got it on. His heart was pounding like an animal in heat. That face, that body, that pussy—he wanted to possess all of it. He pressed himself into her so his cock was lying against her clit. “Do you remember how I felt inside you?” he murmured, locking his eyes on hers.
“Perfectly. Now fuck me, Dev, or I swear to God I’ll finger myself again. But this time I’ll make you watch until I—” The words died on her lips as he moved his cock to her opening and pushed himself inside her.
Something akin to savageness overtook his body as he felt her heat envelop him. She felt even better than he remembered, the most incredible heaven on earth he could imagine. They were perfect together—so fucking perfect it defied all logic. Leaning forward on his arms, he drove into her again and again, ripping sweet whimpers from her swollen lips. His belt buckle banged loudly against the table, punctuating every amazing thrust. Kiki’s head fell to the side, her hair sweeping over his shoulder. “Yes, yes, yes!” she cried, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her breath was as quick as his as they desperately chased their long-overdue release. “Don’t stop, Dev. Do not fucking stop.”
He had no plans to, but the sight of her was driving him dangerously close to the edge. Beautiful. Primal. Completely consumed by pleasure. It was almost too much, and yet not enough. When his desire threatened to topple his control, he grabbed her hands and brought them above her head. She gasped, laid open, and brought her legs around his hips to pull him in deeper. The feel of her leather boots on his bare ass urged him ever forward. Every muscle in his body strained toward his own pleasure, but it wasn’t nearly as important to him as hers.
“Five minutes,” cracked the walkie-talkie. As Dev slowed his relentless pace for one stroke, Kiki grinned at him devilishly. “Should I tell them you’re coming?”
“I’d rather just do it,” he said breathlessly. He was so close, but he didn’t want it to end yet.
“Good. Because I’m about to,” she moaned.
Dev watched her face as he circled his groin against her clit. Her mouth fell open, her body tensed and she contracted around him, bringing him to the point of no return. He exploded as he anchored into her, riding crest after crest of melting heat that singed his synapses all the way to his fingers and toes.
The best fucking orgasm of his life, and all he wanted was to do it all over again.
His breath was gone. As he recovered, he let Kiki’s hands slide down. Then he picked them up and kissed her palms, one after the other. “I want you there with me tonight,” he said. “Right where I can see you.”
An hour into Dev’s show, Kiki could still feel him between her legs. Her climax had been close to an earthquake, but it had done nothing to tame her raging libido. Of course, the fact that she was wearing a thigh-skimming skirt with no underwear didn’t help matters. She felt naughty and wild, built for pure pleasure. Every cell of her body was hypersensitive, culminating at her clit, where she felt like she could come again at the brush of a hand. Dev’s hand. No other man could make her feel the way he did, which meant she was in very deep trouble.
In the wings, the roar of the crowd was deafening. Thick smoke from cigarettes, marijuana and the dry ice that was part of the show clogged the air. Kiki stared at Dev, mesmerized at the sight of his fingers flying over his red Gibson. He played his instrument just like he’d played her body, building and building the excitement until it practically begged for mercy. But it wasn’t just his charisma that was so sexy—it was his utter comfort up on that stage, like he was born to do this. For Kiki, who quaked at the thought of giving a mere dinner toast, the idea that he could handle such a relentlessly bright spotlight was a massive turn-on. Which was just one reason the rest of the world loved him—not just her.
“It’s one of his greatest talents,” a voice said loudly in her ear. She turned to see Bix beside her, hands shoved in his pockets as he looked out at Dev. Fuck. If there was one thing that could put a damper on her arousal, it had just shown up. She grasped the hem of her skirt and yanked it down.
“What is?” she replied, shouting above the noise to be heard.
“His ability to make every woman out there feel like she’s the only one in the room.”
Kiki looked away. She didn’t know if Bix somehow knew about Dev and her or was only guessing, but his message was clear: there was nothing special about her. She recognized a cheap attempt at relationship sabotage when she saw it, but why should Bix care? Did he just make a habit of treating anyone who dared get within arm’s length of his best client as if they were so much trash?
