Mirror Music (Rock Starz Book 2) Page 4

  He upped the pace and I became mindless. The only thing I could think of was the pressure building to the point of glorious release. Heat pooled in my pelvis and radiated to my fists as I clenched the sheets. I rolled my toes into the carpet and lifted them like a ballerina on points. I opened my mouth to scream as ecstasy claimed me but no sound came out. It was too fast, too intense, and demanded all of my energy for those few sweeter-than-sweet seconds. Each luscious wave rolled through me as I convulsed around his fingers and onto his face. I was so wet, dripping wet, and so swollen and utterly possessed by him. By Robbie. My Robbie.

  I moaned, low and guttural, and shifted away from him.

  His fingers slid from me and he kissed his way up my stomach. He knew after I came on his tongue I couldn’t cope with any more stimulation for a few minutes at least. It was too intense.

  Lightheaded, my pulse wild in my ears, I looked up at his long body stretching over mine, covering mine. “I haven’t forgotten how you like that,” he said, giving a satisfied smile through moisture-laden lips.

  “I think your memory is just fine.” My voice was deep and dreamy even to my own ears. It had been a long time since I’d come with Robbie’s tongue and I didn’t recall it being that good. Of course it probably had been, but, boy, was it nice to be reminded.

  “We should celebrate,” he said, pressing a wet kiss to my left nipple, which stuck up like a tight bead.

  “I thought we were.”

  “With champagne.” Suddenly his body heat left mine and he lifted to stand at the side of the bed. My covetous eyes drank him up. His impressive erection was jutting toward me from a tangle of black pubic hair. “I’ll be right back,” he said, turning.

  I was completely open about the fact I was checking out his butt as he walked out of the room. He could see me in the mirrors. I could see me in the mirrors. My cheeks flushed as I caressed his buttocks with my gaze. Soon I would get my hands on them. My palms were already imagining the hard shape of him as he pounded into me.

  He left the room and I gulped in air, my pussy still quivering, still trembling from his attentions. I rubbed over my left breast and tweaked my taut nipple. Watched myself in the mirror disappearing into the distance as I was reflected for all infinity. This was not how I’d thought tonight was going to turn out, but hey, I wasn’t complaining.

  Robbie walked back into the room carrying a bottle of champagne and two crystal flutes. “To first and last and forever,” he said with a grin and placed a kiss on the tip of my nose. He smelled good, of man and sex, spice and me.

  I took a flute and tried not to stare at his beautiful cock, which was only inches from my face as he popped the cork. “Whoops, quick, here you go,” he said as froth exploded from the bottle in a sudden white gush.

  I caught the bubbles with a giggle then watched as the golden liquid crept up the glass. He filled his own and placed the bottle on the floor.

  “Cheers,” I said, holding up my flute and catching his eye.

  He smiled down at me. “Cheers, pumpkin.”

  I took a sip and let the bubbles pop on my tongue. It was dry and wet and filled my mouth with fizz. I swallowed and looked back at his cock. That was what I really wanted in my mouth. I wanted Robbie, I wanted to taste him, feel the texture of him on my tongue, my palate. Remind myself of his shape and contours the way he’d just done with me.

  I took another swig of champagne, a big cheekful, and handed the glass to Robbie. His eyebrows twitched and, through the fluid in my mouth, I gave a tight smile.

  I placed one hand on his hip and wrapped the other around his cock. His hard flesh was burning hot in my fist as I slid up and down the length of him.

  He groaned deep, deep in his chest. “Be careful, pumpkin, remember how you always push me to the edge of my control.”

  I couldn’t answer. My mouth was still full of champagne. I looked up at him and watched his eyes as I leaned forward and positioned the voluptuous tip of his cock in front of my lips. “Ah, fuck,” he muttered then drained both glasses of champagne and tossed the flutes onto the soft pillows. They made a quiet whump as they landed apart.

  Being careful not to spill any precious champagne, I eased his cock into my mouth. He slipped in through the cool, sparkling liquid, all the way to the back of my throat. The hot, musky taste of him mingled with the crisp champagne. A single drip leaked from the corner of my mouth and ran down my chin. I ignored it.

  Still I kept on taking him in, even though my mouth was chock-full. Working him with my hand and stirring the fizzing fluid around his shaft with my tongue.

  “Ah, Jesus, Jenny. That’s fucking amazing.”

  I looked up. His nostrils flared and he pulled in a deep breath. He pressed his hands gently over my ears. He’d taught me long ago how to give him pleasure with my mouth and I hadn’t forgotten. So I cupped his balls with my other hand as I worked him with my tongue and fingers, paying special attention to the pulse spot under his glans.

  He groaned again, long and deep as though he couldn’t decide if it was pain or pleasure. I sped up, rolling his cock in my mouth as more champagne popped on my palate and spilled from my lips.

  “Jenny, stop,” he ordered, pulling out in a sudden rush. I swallowed what I could but trickles of champagne landed on my breasts.

  “That’s not how I want it,” he said in a strained voice. “Not that I don’t appreciate your imaginative way of giving head but, Jenny.” His face twisted. “I just gotta get inside you, where you’re hot and wet and warm and where I know you want me.”

  He lay on the bed, lifted the glasses onto the cabinet, then dragged me on top of him. I giggled as my wet chest crushed against his. His lips caught mine and then he twisted in one quick movement and tucked me beneath him.

  I spread my legs wide as he settled between them. “Condom,” I gasped as the tip of his cock touched my pussy. “You always forget.”

  “Yeah, sorry, hang on.” He shifted to the edge of the bed, stretched to the mirrored bedside cabinet and fumbled in a drawer. Next thing he was rolling a condom down his shiny cock.

  Then he was back at my entrance. He hovered above me, his weight on his elbows and his eyes fierce with intensity. ”Jenny, I’m so happy you’re here, that you came to the concert tonight. I really do want to make love to you, show you how I feel in the depths of my heart and—”

  “Robbie,” I interrupted, hooking my legs over the back of his solid thighs and sliding my hands to his tight butt. “Quit talking and get the hell on with it.” I pressed against the delectable flesh beneath my fingertips.

  The room went suddenly silent. The song ended. Just our rapid breaths and the pounding of my pulse filled my ears.

  “It’s forever though, right?” he whispered, holding my face between his palms.

  “Yes, forever.” I was feverish with the need for him to penetrate me. “Forever starts tonight, it starts now.”

  I felt his coccyx curl under in one powerful surge, but he pushed only an inch into my hot, needy channel.

  I forced myself to relax as he pulled out a fraction then eased back in. Farther this time. Driving and sliding all the way in until I was full and stretched and didn’t think I could take any more. “Robbie,” I moaned, “Oh Robbie.”

  He trailed his lips to my neck, kissing and sucking his way over my skin, small groans tearing from his throat as he set up a slow, steady rhythm. Pumping in and out of me, catching my G-spot with the tip of his cock and rubbing my clit with his pubis bone.

  A new tune started, a lazy melody laced with his voice singing about endless souls, twisting and twining through time. I hadn’t heard it before, but as his words seeped into me I held him tighter.

  He locked his arms beneath my shoulders and crushed me to him in a possessive embrace, increasing the speed—not frantically but going deeper, harder, as an urgency built. He buried his head in my neck and I stared up at the ceiling at the live image of us writhing on the bed. His beautiful back spread over me
with my hands clinging to his shoulders, his butt with small, perfect side-dimples that appeared in time with his thrusts. My ankles were crossed over the backs of his thighs, my toes were curled.

  He kissed me again, stoking my passion with his tongue. I writhed, pulling him closer still, greedy for maximum flesh on flesh connection. Seeking out even more feeling, more sensation.

  We stopped kissing, his cheek pressed to mine, and his breaths were loud and fast, washing over my cheek to my ear. Awe and bliss swirled around me. He pistoned his hips, driving in and out.

  I thrust upward to meet each glorious, powerful lunge. Swallowing him higher, taking him into my heated core deeper and deeper.

  Tension built in my pelvis, swirling and coiling. I dug my nails into his shoulders. I was on fire—his raw, unharnessed desire and intoxicating masculinity overwhelming every one of my senses. I clenched my pussy around his shaft and he groaned thick and guttural. So did I.

  “Oh Jenny, that’s done it,” he gasped. “I’m coming, ah, Jesus, Jenny, join me.” He lifted his head and slanted his lips over mine again, fed me hot, hungry kisses as his cock went even harder. The first tug of a deeply satisfying orgasm claimed me.

  His slick tongue chased for mine as I was catapulted up to climax. His cock worked me on the inside and his body rubbed my clit skillfully. I loved him. I had always loved him. And I wanted him back. I had him back. “Robbie,” I cried into his mouth. “Ah, Robbie, yes, that’s it, Robbie.”

  “I…love…you,” he grunted.

  Then he was pulsing in time with me, his rigid cock pounding in and out as heaven washed over my body. It was like white-hot liquid had been poured into my veins. My breathing was ragged as I grasped for his shoulders and dragged him deeper with a tip of my pelvis and a push of my ankles. This was what I wanted forever. I wanted Robbie.

  He moaned long and rasping into my ear. I smoothed my hands down his back as final pulses of release shot through his shaft and he trembled within me. “Finally,” he gasped, brushing my lips with his. “After so long of dreaming about having you back, you’re finally here, finally in my bed.”

  “I am,” I said breathlessly as my pussy continued to convulse and contract.

  “It was a damn sight easier,” he said breathlessly, “to get to number one than to get you to realize all those songs were about you.”

  “Well, it kind of clicked when you called one Jenny.”

  “Subtle, huh?” He moved his pelvis and generated another shiver over both our sweat-laced bodies. “Shame you didn’t ever hear this one. I sang this two years ago for you.” He peppered kisses across my cheek and onto my neck.

  I tilted my head on the pillow, looked up at our reflection and listened to the song filling the room.

  Two hearts with one perfect beat

  Souls twisting and spinning through time

  Two souls destined to meet

  Destined to be together forever, forever, forever…

  The End

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