Page 227 of Wicked Angel
“Great!” I leaned in to whisper my request in his ear, then slid into the limo with Johnny. As Lamar shut the door and went to sit up front with the driver, Johnny reached to pull me against him and tuck me into his side. We got rolling… and the music came on.
Johnny looked down at me when Drake “Best I Ever Had” surrounded us in stereo. “You made Lamar put this on?”
“Have you seen Lamar?” I fluttered my eyelashes innocently. “He’s a tank. I didn’t make him do anything.”
“Uh-huh. Because you couldn’t possibly have any influence over a tank-sized man.” His eyes drifted down to my chest.
“It was a request. And it’s for you.” I grinned when he rolled his eyes but smiled. “It’s just one song. After this, he can put on whatever he wants.”
“Sure. You were telling me about your day…” He changed the subject as his hand slid up my bare thigh, beneath my skirt, and squeezed. “Did you see the new tour dates?”
“Oh, yes! I saw. I’m so happy.” Johnny and his band were going on tour soon, and they were playing a few shows with Dirty and the Players. Brody Mason himself had invited them to join the bands for some dates next summer. “I can’t wait to go on tour with you. It’s going to be so much fun.”
“I’ve never toured with a woman before,” he said thoughtfully. “I hope you’re prepared to fulfill my every sexual desire.”
My eyebrow rose.
“What?” He feigned innocence. “That’s what women are for on tour, right?”
“Yes,” I said smartly, “and rock stars are there to fulfill a woman’s every sexual fantasy… so… it goes both ways, buddy.”
“You’re telling me… I better be ready to fuck you anytime you demand it?”
“Yup.”
“And make you come, over and over again…?”
“Yup.”
“Sounds terrible.”
I sighed deliriously just thinking about it. “It’s gonna be incredible. You pursuing your dreams, me pursing mine… The best part about my job is that I can do it from anywhere.”
“So, you’re not gonna follow Danica around, telling her to be nice?” His hand slid higher up my thigh.
“She doesn’t need me to. She’s extremely nice… And by the way, I’m not sure how well you learned that lesson. This is very rude of you.” My voice grew breathy as his fingers flirted with my clit through my panties. “We’re having a conversation, sir.”
His aquamarine eyes hit mine. “Are we?” His finger hooked into my panties, wrenching them aside, and then he was teasing me for real, his fingers drawing delicious figure eights over my clit and the soft flesh between my legs… and my thighs were spreading of their own free will.
“You better fuck me, you go starting a conversation like this…” I told him.
“Unfortunately for you,” he said solemnly, “I can’t get it up while Drake’s playing.”
I ran my hand over his thick erection. “Liar.” He groaned as I massaged his firm length through his jeans, then eased back in the seat, spreading his legs as I tore open his zipper.
Then I tossed his teasing hand aside and got down on my knees on the floor between his thighs. I spread his jeans open, peeling his boxer briefs down to get at that beautiful cock of his.
“Babe,” he breathed as I sank my mouth down over him, taking him deep, “… I was just… teasing you…”
I slid my mouth off his dick, licking the hard, silken, veiny length of him, luxuriously. “Well, it worked. Now I’m horny and we’re gonna fuck.”
I worked him with my mouth for a delirious minute while he groaned in pleasure. Then I slipped off my panties and climbed into his lap. I straddled him and pushed his head back so I could look right into his eyes while I sank down on him.
“We were supposed to wait until we got there…” he protested halfheartedly.
“Fuck you at Brody’s house? Hmm. Why not just fuck right here…?”
I sealed my mouth over his, swallowing his growl as I started riding him, slowly. Then more urgently. His hands clutched at my hips as I rode him, obviously trying to slow me down and failing.
