Rhythm by Marie Lipscomb

Chapter Eleven

Beth

She could kill him.

His breath blows hot against her, and she just knows he has that smug little grin on his face. But she has to play nice. There are rules to this game, unspoken, but mutually understood. She is his tonight. The bite marks at the back of her neck are a claim, and now she has to play by his rules.

It suits her fine. Next time, she’ll get her own way. Next time she’ll sit on his smug, irritatingly handsome face and ride his smart mouth until she can barely walk.

That fucker.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice is so deep, thick and gravelly. He’s every bit as turned on as she is, but he’s drawing it out, torturing the both of them.

“I want you to lick me,” she says. “And then I want your cock.”

He makes a low humming sound, his breath barely whispering against her. “Do you have a condom?”

“In my bag. I have an implant too.”

“Good.” There’s a heavy silence and then, “Look how hard you make me, Beth.”

She turns around to look at him, and the sight hardens her lungs. His towel has gone, and he’s completely naked, sitting behind her, his cock hard against his belly.  Everything about him is big, powerful. Hers.

“So, the drum kit isn’t compensation at all?”

He laughs a little, and there’s a trace of that sweet smile. “More like a counterweight.”

Smug and so fucking irresistible.

He draws closer, and her heart hammers as he touches her again. He parts her folds, exposing her completely. She’s almost sobbing as he touches her with the very tip of his fingers. So good, but not enough. “Finn, please. I want you so much. Please.”

Nothing can prepare her for the sensation of his tongue sliding against her, sliding into her. Her toes curl as she pushes back against him, desperately trying to angle herself so he can lick her clit, but no matter how she moves, he doesn’t. He’s doing it on purpose.

“Oh, fuck, Finn.”

He’s insatiable, savoring every second. It’s exquisite, and frustrating, delicious and agonizing. She reaches between her legs, stroking her clit to find release, but he takes her hand and pins it to the couch, denying her.

“Cruel,” she whimpers.

“The cruelest.” She can hear his smirk. He knows she loves it. “I’ll tease you all night if you don’t behave.”

She gasps as he pushes two fingers into her, stroking her, and slowly thrusting. When he withdraws them, she turns again to meet his dark eyes.

“Taste yourself,” he orders.

Heat fans over her as she takes his fingers into her mouth, coating her tongue with her own slickness, slightly salty and faintly sweet all at once. His eyes never falter from watching her as his lips part, and a broken breath signals his own agony.

“Fuck.” His throat flexes as he swallows.

“I’ll do anything you ask,” she says. It’s a power trip, knowing the effect she has on him. “Just make me come.”

He nods, lazily stroking her labia with his thumb. “Then I want you to come to my show.” He whispers. “I want to see you again.”

She closes her eyes, drawing a deep breath as he stokes her pleasure. “I’ll come to your show, I’ll watch you drum, and I’ll touch myself the whole time.”

He groans.

“You’ll be stuck on the stage, knowing I’m coming while I’m thinking about you. Knowing I’m touching my pussy and wishing it was your hand.” Her breath catches as he grasps her hips and flips her over, his rough hands sliding round to cup her ass as he pulls her toward him, hooking her legs over his broad shoulders.

She can barely breathe. The anticipation is overwhelming as his lips stop so close to her clit, she can almost, almost feel them.

But he turns his head, kissing her inner thighs as his lips curve into a smile. “Then I’ll come to your exhibition,” he whispers. “And we’ll find somewhere secret where I can hide you away and lick this beautiful pussy.”

“Yes. God, yes.”

At last, he bows his head and kisses her clit, his tongue caressing her with long languid strokes. She resists the urge to close her eyes, and watches him, transfixed at the pink flash of his tongue, and his lips, caress her swollen skin, harder, faster. He raises his eyes to look at her, and his approving groan tips her over the edge. He keeps licking her as she comes, as she tangles her hands in his hair, holding her to him as though if he pulled away, she would die. She might.

When she comes back down to earth, he positions himself between her thighs, laces his fingers with hers, and holds her hands above her head. She can taste herself on his lips as he tenderly kisses her.

“Are you okay?” he whispers between kisses.

“Very.”

He chuckles as she looks up at him with heavy half-lidded eyes. “You’re so gorgeous, Beth.”

Raising her head to kiss him again, a shiver courses through her body as her nipples brush against his chest hair. He doesn’t enter her, not yet, even as his cock strains hard between their bodies.

The promises they made to each other in the heat of passion echo through her mind. She has every intention of keeping them.

Finn

His mind is racing.He’s never been one to rush things, never indulged in casual sex. But this doesn’t feel casual. He trusts her. Hell, if he isn’t careful, he’ll blurt out that he loves her.

There’s such intensity between them. She’s magnetic, addictive, and he feels safe with her. The taste and scent of her arousal covers him, and despite him being in charge so far, she’s the one who has completely claimed him.

He can’t take his eyes from her curvy, naked body as she crosses the room, her legs still a little unsteady. Being in control of her pleasure was fun, but for whatever comes next, she’s fully in command. A man his size could easily seem overpowering or intimidating, and that’s the last thing he wants.

He’s hers now, to do with as she pleases.

When she returns with a condom, his cock twitches in some Pavlovian response. She kneels between his thighs and strokes his length slowly. Her touch is soft, far softer than he ever touches himself. Compared to his rough hands, hers are silk. It’s all he can do to remind himself to keep breathing.

She watches him, gauging his reaction, humming in approval as he tosses his head back, unable to keep his cool a moment longer. Her hands slide through beads of pre-cum as he grips the edges of the couch cushions.

His breath hitches as she unwraps the condom and rolls it onto his cock. She looks up at him with those big, intoxicating eyes. “How do you want me?”

“I’m all yours,” he says, his voice rough. Heat spreads across his chest. “You’re in charge now.”

A smile tugs at her lips. “That’s brave, after all your teasing.”

“I trust you.”

She climbs onto his lap, straddling his thighs as her pussy brushes the head of his cock. The heat of her tightens a knot in his belly. He can only flex his fingers, gripping the cushions to stop himself from pulling her down onto him.

“Look at you,” she whispers, running her hands through the hair on his chest. “So handsome. You’re blushing.”

“You make me feel like I’m burning up, Beth.”

She takes his hand, and he can barely contain himself anymore as she guides him to her breasts. So soft and warm. Her nipples are hard, and she presses her lips together as he swipes his thumb across them.

She lowers her hips a little, so achingly close. Her warmth and heat pulses against his cock as she begins to slowly grind her hips, teasing him. The way she moves enraptures him. It's a slow, rolling rhythm, a promise of how she’ll make him feel when she’s good and ready; when she decides he deserves it. She’s completely in control of his pleasure and she knows it.

The muscles in his thighs clench in anticipation. “So beautiful.”