"BABY. SHIT." RAYNE carefully laid me out on the backseat inside an SUV that had been idling at the curb directly outside the venue. Rising onto his arms, the weight of his lower body pressed against mine, he stared down at me. My flesh tingled everywhere. My heart hammered excitedly against my ribs. This was real. I was really with Rayne Michaels. I could barely believe it. "Rock Fuck Club.” He let out a low approving laugh. “My PA showed me the YouTube video. I gotta say you’re even hotter in person. And I don't care how you rank me afterward, baby. I rank you a ten already. I want you. Say yes. Be mine tonight. "
"Yes, Rayne,” I whispered. “I choose you, too.” I had my eyes on his. He held me caged between his arms, yet I knew Marsha was filming everything we did from her seat a row ahead of us.
"That striptease. Sexy as hell." Rayne framed my face in his warm hands. His minty breath bathed my lips. He stroked my cheeks tenderly, the brush of his thumbs rough on my skin.
Desire unfurled inside of me with each sweeping touch, making my breasts feel heavy and centering my pulse between my thighs. Wanted. Desired again. It felt good. A bolt of satisfaction struck my lips and lifted them. It wasn’t just my heart that Ivan had damaged. My self-esteem had also taken a major hit. I twined my arms around the lead singer’s neck. His hair was silky soft. My stomach fluttered when he touched his firm lips to mine. I moaned when his wet tongue slipped inside my mouth and brushed against my own. "Rayne," I breathed when he lifted his head and stared down at me. "I said yes. Please, don't stop."
"Hold on, baby. Slow down. I wanna take my time." He lightly ran the back of his knuckles over my breasts. My nipples tightened to points. I arched my spine off the leather wanting to deepen the contact. “I want you, but the backseat of a car with an audience is not what I had in mind."
"Alright." I nodded and tried to slow down my breathing as he straightened in his seat, and I did the same in mine. A door clicked. I watched the guitarist slide into the captain’s chair beside Marsha. She flicked off her camera and swiveled around to face the blond who so closely resembled Rayne that they could easily be mistaken for brothers. She giggled at something he whispered into her ear. It seemed we were both getting fucked tonight.
Excited but also a little nervous, I tried not to panic as the driver rounded the hood, climbed into his seat and started up the vehicle.
"Are you cold, baby?" Rayne pulled me into his rock solid side, threw his arm around my shoulder and glanced down at me. Concern etched his handsome features before they were plunged into darkness as the driver steered us away from the bright lights of the venue.
"I'm fine,” I replied. His warmth and care sinking into me, my momentary panic abated. I began to understand why he had such a reputation with the ladies. It wasn't all just crazy monkey sex. Thoughtfulness was an underrated aphrodisiac.
“Then sit tight. Ferguson will get us to the Omni shortly.” I settled deeper into Rayne’s embrace as the driver whipped the vehicle in and out of the line of traffic around Fair Park. It seemed as if he knew his way around the two hundred seventy seven acre recreational and entertainment complex. He picked up some major speed on the freeway and got us downtown in half the amount of time it would have taken me.
Rayne kept me close the entire time and didn’t loosen his hold as we arrived at a secluded side entrance. The locks clicked. Marsha and the lead guitarist stepped out. The driver came around and lifted the seat Marsha had abandoned so Rayne and I could get out without shimmying down the narrow center aisle. The iconic singer turned around and stretched out his hand to me as soon as his feet hit the pavement. I slipped my hand into his. His warm fingers curled around mine. I found the running board with my foot, and he helped me step down.
He threw his arm around my shoulder, and we ducked under an awning to enter the building. Walking the length of a long corridor along with my bestie and her choice for the night, we turned right at a fork, then left at another before stopping at an elevator that Rayne’s lookalike guitarist swiped his key card to access.
Inside, Rayne pressed me backward into the wall. The mirrored panel behind me was cold against the skin my dress left bare. He placed his warm hands on my thighs and slipped them beneath the hem of my dress. "Garters." He expelled a hot breath against my neck as he encountered them. "Damn." My pulse thundered in my ears. His touch reawakened the earlier urgency. I wanted his hands to go higher. I barely registered the heavy kissing going on with my bestie and her man of the night on the other side of us. Rayne lowered his head, the silky ends of his hair brushing my cheeks as he captured my lips. His searching tongue slid into my mouth and his capable fingers skated across my damp pussy. The lead singer knew what he was doing on both fronts. Shivers raced over my skin as our tongues tangled together. Delicious tingles shortened my breath every time he swept his touch down below. A dinging sound registered…eventually. Lifting his head, chuckling low, his gaze gleaming with masculine satisfaction, the rock icon stepped aside and gestured for me to enter. That was when I realized the elevator door had probably been open for some time. My bestie and the guitarist were gone. Rayne wrapped his arm around my waist and escorted me off the elevator into an elegant marble entryway.
"Where's Marsha?" I sounded out of breath as if I had run a marathon as I glanced around the richly appointed suite. There was no sign of her.
His lips curled. "Your friend and Steve went to his room." He cocked his head to the left, his lengthy sandy hair swishing against his wide shoulders. "Mine’s on the opposite side." He touched my face softly, searching my eyes, his gaze inquiring. "You changed your mind?"
I shook my head. "Just a little nervous," I admitted, trying to summon my confident inner vixen to return. "It's been a while for me. And I'm me, and you're you and..."
"That's all that really matters. You and me. You’re a beautiful woman. And I want you." He stared deeply into my eyes. His held more than desire. There was also tenderness, vulnerability and a willingness to please that made my reservations scatter. Watching me closely, he lightly traced the skin on my upper arm just above the top of my remaining glove. His soft caress made my pulse race. "Let me undress you. I'll make it good for you. I promise."
"Yes, I’m sure you will,” I purred. “And I agree, but only if you let me take off some of your clothing, too." I grasped the hem of his t-shirt and drew it over his head. As his hair resettled around his shoulders, I placed my palm flat against the smooth skin at the center of his chest admiring the way the tension in his muscles rippled beneath my fingertips. I eagerly lifted my mouth to meet his when he lowered his head. I reveled in the possessive way his lips fastened onto and devoured mine. His hungry groan spilled into my mouth and my scalp tingled as our tongues danced.
"Baby, you taste so good." He bit down gently on my lower lip and then swiped it with the tip of his wet tongue. Desire spooled through my lower body. A rush of new heat slicked my inner thighs. The lace covering my pussy was already saturated because of the kissing and touching we had done earlier. I shifted my legs, restless for him to relieve the building ache between them. His warm hands glided over my ribs and stopped at my hips. He drew me closer and rocked himself against me. His cock was thick and gloriously hard between us. My mouth went dry when he found and plucked both my nipples. Desperate for more, I rolled my hips over him and arched my breasts into his hands. He lowered his head claiming my parted lips. This kiss was deeper and wetter than the one before.
So was I.
After some serious making out and groping, I broke the seal between our mouths and gasped for air. His mossy green eyes were emerald now, and sparkled with lust. My blood heated. His hands slid to my ass. He separated, lifted and palmed both sides while I rubbed myself along his impressive length. Moaning, I gripped his hard shoulders. My knees suddenly felt too weak to support me.
"I'm not gonna be able to go slow." His shortened breaths matched my own.
"I don't want slow."
"That's what I wanted to hear." He reached up and removed the chopsticks from my hair. The heavy length cascaded around my shoulders.
“Gorgeous,” he praised, brushing aside a long strand to rub his whiskered jaw along the smooth skin of my cheek. A shiver rolled through me when he pressed an open mouthed wet kiss beneath my ear. "Legs around my waist, baby,” he ordered. Hands tucked under my ass, he hefted me higher when I complied. His firm fingers flexing into my fevered flesh made the heat between my legs hotter. He walked us backward and a short breath escaped my lips when my back hit the wall. "You, ok?” His eyes searched mine.
"Not yet,” I admitted inner vixen awake and ready to play. “But I will be when your cock is inside me."
"Fuck yeah." He adjusted his trajectory and within moments my backside was bouncing against a firm mattress encased in silken sheets. I came up onto my elbows watching appreciatively as he ripped off his boots, socks, jeans and boxers. He left the discarded clothing on the floor in a pile. Not that I cared. His defined body and jutting cock held my rapt attention. A condom in his grip, he ripped it open and rolled it on as he stalked closer. I started to wiggle out of my underwear, but he stopped me. "No time. I'm gonna explode the moment I'm inside you." The bed dipped as he climbed in it with me. His fingers skimmed quickly over my legs. He dug his hands under my dress and flipped it up to my waist. He grabbed a fistful of delicate lace and yanked it aside.
I inhaled sharply when his thumbs skimmed my swollen clit. “More,” I breathed.
"You're so wet, baby." Grabbing my thighs in a firm grip, he spread my legs wide and moved between them. I could feel the slippery slide of his fingers on my skin. "So ready," he whispered staring down at me. "All for me. You’re so beautiful." I felt gorgeous with him looking at me like that. Powerful, too. My inner vixen exulted.
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Rayne."
And he did.
I hummed when he plunged his sheathed length inside me. I moaned with each masterfully deep thrust. And I unraveled when his punishing rhythm grew ragged, and he slammed against my throbbing clit over and over again just the way I needed him to.
He groaned his approval as I pulsed around his cock. He stiffened inside me. I raked my nails down his perspiration soaked back, and we rode the rising storm of intense pleasure together.