Page 34 of Guarding the Rock Star
Placing one hand at the small of her back to keep her still, I slid my fingers deep inside her pussy, fucking her with my hand. With her face pressed against the comforter, her body under my control, Tasha was the perfect vision of submission.
Gathering some moisture on my other hand, I circled one finger around her puckered asshole, pressing gently against it before sliding in the tiniest bit. Tasha moaned loudly and I slid in a little more, giving her short shallow thrusts of my finger to ratchet up her excitement.
And mine. I loved a little butt action, but I didn’t linger. Someday I’d introduce Tasha to all the fun toys I kept in a drawer near my bedside but for right now, I wanted to make her come. I needed to make her come. I wanted to mark her as mine, even though I kept reminding myself I should wait.
“Turn around and scoot up the bed,” I instructed, making my voice deep. Tasha shivered, then pushed up to her hands and knees, her small breasts swaying beneath her.
Once she’d moved farther up the bed, Tasha rolled over and I followed her, widening her legs and settling myself between them where I could reach her breasts.
I lowered my mouth and took one nipple between my teeth, biting down just enough to get her attention, before doing the same to the other side. The next time I sucked her breast inside my mouth, licking and suckling her and Tasha wiggled beneath me. My fingers played with the other nipple, unwilling to let it feel neglected before I could switch sides.
By the time I was finished teasing her breasts, Tasha’s nipples were hard points.
I flattened myself on top of her, giving her a long kiss, then shifted slightly to the side. Grabbing Tasha’s hands, I pulled them over her head and captured her wrists in one of my hands, holding her still. My other hand slid between her breasts, circling her belly button before dipping back into her heat. She made a little whining noise and struggled against my hold as I strummed her clit with my thumb.
“Wanda,” she gasped. “I want you so bad.”
Her voice sounded almost surprised, something I resolved to ask about later. But for right now, I was determined to bring her pleasure, determined to make her forget everything else but me.
Keeping a tight hold on her wrists, I leaned over to kiss her breasts again as I slid my fingers back inside her body and began fucking her with my hands in long, hard thrusts.
“Wanda.Wanda!”
At this point Tasha was just chanting my name and I could tell she was on the edge. She just needed a little push. I wasn’t going to give her a mating bite today, but that didn’t mean I could mark her. I shifted slightly, sucking the skin of one breast into my mouth and bit down, adding suction. That bit of pain was enough to send her over the edge.
Tasha screamed my name as she started to come. She thrashed wildly beneath me, moaning and shaking. I released her breath so I could watch her beautiful face as she found her release. She looked beautiful, her eyes closed, her hair a wild mess around her, her light brown skin flushed with exertion. She sagged against the bed, and I slid my fingers out of her body and released her wrists, although Tasha kept them in place until I pulled up the blanket and snuggled her into my side.
“Good girl,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple.
She sighed happily, resting her head on my shoulder as we both drifted off to sleep.
When I woke again it was morning, the dreary light of a Seattle morning was visible through the drapes. Tasha was still cuddled against me, although at some point we’d shifted so her back was against my front, my arm over her waist, my leg between hers. I hoped I could wake up like this every morning.
But I also knew that Tasha had been through a lot. As much as she acted like the notes and the kidnapping didn’t bother her, I knew instinctively they had. I didn’t want to push a relationship on her when she was in a vulnerable state. I wanted her to want me even after she felt safe again. I wanted to have her come to me willingly.
And to do that, I had to give her space.
Tasha
I hummed happily as I woke up cradled in Wanda’s arms, the little spoon to her big spoon. I felt both sated and energized. The threat against me was over, and while it still didn’t make a lot of sense that Monica and Mark had fixated on me like that, I didn’t have to worry about it anymore, and for that I was grateful.
“Hey, is anyone home?”
I jumped as I heard Chloe’s voice echo through my apartment. I’d texted her last night in the car to let her know that we’d figured out the stalker situation. She said she’d be over in the morning but with everything that had happened yesterday with Wanda, it had completely slipped my mind.
The instant we heard Chloe’s voice Wanda flew out of bed, assuming a fighting stance that should have been ridiculous given her naked state. Instead, it was hot as fuck, making me sad that we wouldn’t have time for an encore.
“It’s just Chloe,” I soothed, getting out of bed.
I stuck my head out of the bedroom door. “Hey Chloe, I’ll be there in a minute!”
When I turned back around Wanda was putting her clothes back on. I grabbed a clean pair of underwear and a pair of basketball shorts, then threw on a sweatshirt, not bothering with a bra. I was going to need to take a shower when Chloe left anyway.
“I can get rid of her if you want,” I said to Wanda.
She shook her head. “I need to go. I have to get to the office and do my report or Lois will have my head.”
Something about her tone was off. “Are you okay, Wanda?”
