Page 68 of Driving Beats

My head thrashes against the pillows. She has to stop, otherwise I’m going to erupt. “Nese. Stop!”

“Feel good?”

“Damn right,” I get out between pants. “But you don’t want⁠—”

“Don’t tell me what I want. I want this. You.” Her cheeks hollow and she sucks my cock as if it were the last crumb in a donut shop.

I warn, “Nese!”

My warning only garners deeper suction.

My balls rise, and I know I’ve reached the point of no return. Whether she wants it or not, I’m going to come in her mouth. There’s nothing I can do to stop myself. Unaware of my inner turmoil—or maybe ignoring it—she continues working me.

Finally, I let go, coating her throat with an endless stream. No way would Lillian have let that happen. For her part, Nese looks down on me with a satisfied grin, swallowing everything in her mouth.

“I think you liked that.”

I chuckle. “Probably too much.”

Reaching down, I drag her up my replete body. My fingers trail down her back, ending with squeezing her round ass. Kissing my way down her neck, I blow into her ear. “What are you doing to me, Nese?”

“What you deserve.”

Her immediate reply throws me further off-balance. “What do you deserve, Nese?”

“I want you to play me like one of your guitars.” She brings my hand to her mouth and kisses each finger. “Shred me like one of your solos.”

A wicked smile crosses my lips. “Like this?” I run my fingers between her legs, which are situated on top of me. When I reach her wet pussy, I pretend to play some chords, which makes her squirm. Never had as much fun playing basic notes before, but now I can’t get enough.

“They’re right. Guitarists have the best fingers.”

“Just in case you’re on the fence, I’ll prove it to you.” I continue my musical assault on her body, playing her like the most erotic guitar known to mankind.

Her body contracts and she screams, “I’m coming!” The waves of her orgasm roll over her until she collapses over me. She kisses my chest. “That was … wow.”

“Agreed.”

She rearranges herself over my body, careful to keep her injured foot away from any undue action. Somewhere between her breasts poking into my torso and her adjusting her foot, it hits me.

This is not who I am.

I don’t do random hookups, as Río urged me to do. I’ve only ever slept with my wife and now, Nese. Twice. Whatever madness temporarily took residence in my sex-addled brain, it needs to end here.

It doesn’t matter that we are life-changing together.

It doesn’t matter that she makes me feel what no other woman has.

It doesn't matter that she’s under my skin.

This is a dead end. The need to be in my own bedroom overwhelms me. With care, I sit up and deposit her onto the bed. “I’ll let you heal.”

She catches my wrist. “Stay with me.”

“I can’t.” I take a deep breath. “I can’t do this.”

“What? Have an amazing time?”

I close my eyes for a moment. “It was great, but it has to end. I don’t do random one-nighters.”