Page 44 of The Encore Effect

She drove it deeper until only the smaller shaft was visible, whimpering as each inch disappeared inside her body, each ridge reappearing glistening as she worked it in and out.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this. Spread your knees, baby. Let me get a better look at you.”

Her knees dropped further to the side, the swell of her belly and plush softness of her thighs rhythmically bouncing in time to the thrusts of her toy. He wanted to press his lips to the inside of her knee, to bite the tender flesh at the inside of her thighs, to press his tongue to her ripe, pink clit and taste her sweetness. But they’d agreed to no touching, and he would show her he was a man of his word, that she could trust him. His eyes snagged on the white plastic nozzle at the end of the smaller shaft and a low, feral noise sounded in his chest.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Luna. I know how badly you need your clit played with when you’re being fucked. You need it sucked, teased, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes. Oh, God, Beckett, please.”

“Show me what else your toy can do.”

Her hand shook as she pressed a button on the side of the smaller shaft, then positioned the nozzle against the swollen bud. Instantly, her back arched off the bed, her thighs shaking as she rocked her hips against the toy. He was mesmerized by the sight, the way her muscles tensed and flexed, the restless scrabbling of her feet against the silky sheets as she rode her toy.

“That’s it, love. Need you to come for me now. Need you to pretend it’s me sucking on your sweet clit. I’d make it so good for you, baby. Is your toy deep enough, Luna? Does it fuck you as well as I do?”

“No,” she gasped, her head thrashing about on the bed, hair tangling. She gripped the end of the toy working her clit and made to pull it away.

“Leave it. You haven’t come yet.”

“Beckett,” she sobbed, but she pressed the toy back in place.

Satisfaction thrummed through his veins, wild, hot, demanding. He shifted on his feet, determined to ignore the insistent kick of his cock behind the placket of his jeans.

“You stop when I say you stop. Need you to soak these sheets, baby. Pretend it’s me. My tongue. My cock. You’d take me so deep, remember?”

“So deep,” she repeated, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

“You’re so close. Let go, love. Don’t fight it. I need this as much as you do. Need to watch you come. Need you to let that toy fuck you the way I want to.” She cried out, her toes curling, thighs shaking as her hips lost their rhythm, slamming up off the bed against the toy she held in place. “Keep going, love. Don’t stop now. Come for me.”

She mumbled unintelligibly as she fucked herself, faster and faster and faster until she froze, the toy pressed hard against her. Pulses of her pleasure soaked the sheets. He groaned, gripping his cock through his jeans as he watched her squirt, the scent of her climax wrapping around him. It was all so much better than he remembered.

As her orgasm subsided, her hips fell back onto the bed. She drove a hand into her hair, pushing the tangled mess out of her face as the toy slid from inside her. Her opening pulsed in its emptiness, and it took everything in him not to fall on her and lap up her sweetness.

As her breathing slowed, he watched the self-consciousness return to her body, the flush in her cheeks deepening to a bright red, her knees falling closed, hiding her from his view.

“Feel better?” he asked.

She met his eyes, her attention dipping to the obvious outline of his erection before sliding back up to meet his gaze with an arched eyebrow.

He shook his head. “No, Luna. You don’t get my cock until you’re ready to let me touch you.”

On the other side of the door, the boisterous sound of his bandmates returning to the bus burst through the quiet, drowning out the slowing rhythm of her breathing, the low buzzing of the toy still vibrating against the sheets.

“You were wrong,” he said.

“About what?”

“You and me. We’ll never be done.”

Chapter Eighteen

“Katerina Michaela Luna!”

Kat grinned as she turned towards the sound of Jo’s voice in the empty hotel restaurant. Her friend’s gleeful greeting bounced off the exposed brick walls of the converted warehouse building, drawing a curious look from the bartender as he dried and stacked glassware behind the bar.

Jo may have retired from modeling work, but that didn’t stop her from strutting across the polished marble floor, her short, blonde bob swinging in time with her hips. She pushed her oversized sunglasses onto the top of her head and dropped a sleek black overnight bag at Kat’s feet as she pulled her into a hug. As soon as the younger woman wrapped her arms around her, Kat could feel herself relax.

Still holding Jo in her arms, Kat asked, “How was your flight?”