Hot Ticket, Page 39

Page 39

  Author: Olivia Cunning

  Jace wasn’t sure what possessed him to add a mini bass solo of his own right before the final chorus. Trey and Brian glanced at him in surprise. The crowd cheered unexpectedly. Jace felt the heat of embarrassment rise up his neck and face until his ears were burning. He returned to the repetitive bass riff that carried the undertones of the entire song. Sed punched him in his good shoulder affectionately.

  When the song ended, the crowd cheered. Sed got carried away and lifted Jace off the floor with one heavily muscled arm. “Jace Seymour, ladies and gentlemen. ”

  And they cheered. “Jace, Jace, Jace. ”

  For him.

  Jace smiled until his cheeks hurt. He couldn’t help himself. Sed set him on his feet. Jace moved to the front of the stage and tossed his pick into the audience. The crowd sank in a circle in search of the prize. Jace lifted his bass off his shoulder and carried it offstage with his good arm. He was actually looking forward to getting his right arm back in its sling. As much as he hated the damned thing, it did take the weight off his shoulder and made it feel a thousand times better.

  “Man, that was fuckin’ awesome,” Trey said. “When did you write that bass solo? And why have you been holding out on us?”

  Jace hadn’t exactly written that solo. It had come to him spontaneously onstage. Before he could explain that to Trey, a curvy, warm body pressed against him.

  “My God, baby, that was amazing,” Aggie said. She captured his face between her hands and kissed him passionately.

  Someone took his bass out of his hand, and Jace wrapped his arms around her—both arms. He returned her kiss, his lips sucking on hers gently. Someone squeezed his shoulder, and he drew away from Aggie to find Eric grinning at him.

  “Great show, man. ”

  Jace found himself smiling again. “Thanks. You too. ”

  Sed hugged Aggie and Jace in one giant embrace. “The crowd loved that. You have to play the encore every night until you’re better, dude. And hurry up and get better, will you? The show isn’t the same without you. ”

  Did he really mean that?

  Jace glanced around. “Where’s Jon?”

  “He stalked off sulking right after you started playing,” Aggie said. “Jealous of your superior skill, I’m sure. ” She kissed him again. “God, I want you. You’re so sexy when you play onstage. ” She released a breathless gasp as she gazed at him.

  “I am?”

  “Oh yeah. ” She offered him her come-hither smile. Was his sudden urge to shove hundred-dollar bills down her shirt wrong? Probably.

  Sed released the pair. “Take it easy there, stud. You need to concentrate on healing. ”

  Aggie’s hand cupped his crotch over his jeans. His cock stirred against her palm. “How about some sexual healing?”

  “I’m game. ”

  He eased his arm back into its sling and let her lead him down the steps by his belt buckle.

  ***

  Jace had kept Aggie suspended at the brink of orgasm for a good thirty minutes now. She was moaning and writhing in tormented bliss, but she hadn’t asked him to stop once. His cock was so hard, his balls so full, he almost wanted her to beg so he could fuck her already, but until she broke, he’d continue to pleasure her. He pulled the clothespin from her nipple. The device plucked her nipple hard as it came free.

  “Ah,” she gasped.

  Her rosy nipple flushed red from overstimulation. Jace lowered his head to soothe the tender bud with his lips. The instant he touched her there, she shuddered, the chains that suspended her arms above her head rattling with her jerky motions. While he kissed her nipple with the slightest suction he could manage, he lowered the clothespin, careful not to touch her sweat-slick thighs and alert her to what he was going to do, and clamped it on her clit.

  “Oh,” she moaned, her hips undulating in torment.

  He flicked the clothespin, which tugged on her clit.

  “Jace!”

  Come on, baby, beg for it.

  But she didn’t. She took deep shaky breaths, trying to curb her excitement as she had been for the past two hours. He kept flicking that damn clothespin and kissing that tender nipple until her excitement built to the pinnacle. As soon as her body shook with the first ripple of release, he pulled the clothespin off her clit and moved away, leaving her there unfulfilled.

  Surely now she would beg him. How many times did he have to make her almost come before she couldn’t stand it anymore? She whimpered. Her entire body—slick with sweat and sticky with syrup—trembled.

  Jace was running out of ways to excite her. He’d used every object in his suitcase, in every way he’d imagined, yet she still hadn’t submitted to the pleasure. She let him give her more. He stared at her, bound and blindfolded, and wondered how to proceed. He was out of ideas. Jace reached for a wet cloth and rubbed it over her anus. He trickled chocolate syrup over the area and lowered his head to lick it off. He pressed the tip of his tongue inside her.

  “Mmmm,” she murmured, spreading her legs farther, so he could press his tongue deeper with less resistance. He sucked and moved his tongue in chaotic circles. Gasping, she wriggled her hips in excitement.

  “I like that. ”

  He slid two fingers into her sopping wet cunt and pleasured her ass until her internal muscles convulsed. He moved away again, watching her writhe with unfulfilled desire, tears dripping from beneath her blindfold, fluids dripping down the inside of her thighs.

  He couldn’t stand it anymore. Maybe she could go all night without coming, but he couldn’t. He climbed from the bed and grabbed some oil from the nightstand. He poured it into his hand and rubbed it over his cock. His head fell back, and he gasped brokenly.

  “Jace?”

  He should make her watch this. He climbed in front of her, kneeling on the bed, and pushed her blindfold up. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light. Her gaze eventually lowered to his straining cock. She gasped, her hips thrusting forward involuntarily. So she did want it. He wasn’t going to give it to her until she begged.

  He closed his eyes, trying to ignore her little pained whimpers as he stroked his cock with both hands.

  “Jace!”

  He stroked himself faster. As soon as he came, he could pleasure her again. He’d start his routine from the beginning.

  “Don’t you dare fucking come before me, you asshole!” Aggie yelled, jerking on her restraints.

  He opened his eyes to look at her. Her attention was riveted to his cock, her hips undulating with his motion as he pumped it vigorously.

  “You want this?” he murmured.

  “No,” she growled.

  He stroked himself slowly, in the rhythm he knew she responded to best. Her hips churned. “No?” He shrugged, closed his eyes, and massaged the head of his cock with his palm. He didn’t really want to come this way anymore, but he’d keep pleasuring himself to drive her crazy. He absolutely loved her response.

  He moved his free hand to his nuts. Massaged those too. “My balls are so heavy, I’ll probably spurt like ten minutes once I get going. ”

  Aggie sobbed.

  “Where do you want it? On your mound?”

  She shook her head vigorously.

  “On your tits?”

  “N-no. ”

  “Your face? Tell me, Aggie. Where do you want it?”

  “Inside. Put it inside. Please, please. ” She shook her head, hair flying in all directions “Fuck me, Jace. I can’t take it anymore. ”

  Jace breathed a sigh of relief. “Finally,” he gasped and released her ankles from the cuffs keeping her in a kneeling position on the bed.

  “What do you mean, finally? I’ve been trying to give you what you want for hours. ”

  “What do you think I want, Aggie?”

  “A woman who can take all your pleasure torture until you’re finished. ”

  J
ace grinned. “Not even close, sweetheart. ”

  “What?”

  “I just want to fuck you when you want it. For you to tell me when you need it. ”

  “I needed it two hours ago. ”

  “Then why didn’t you say so?”

  He moved around her and knelt. Slowly, he slid his hands up her arms toward her restraints, thinking he’d like to tease her just a little longer. Gritting her teeth, she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him against her. His cock slid against her hot slit. He shuddered.

  “Put it in, damn you,” she growled.

  He moved a hand between their bodies and redirected his cock into her body. Her back arched, and she sank over him. They cried out together. She shifted her feet to the bed behind his hips and pushed, drawing him out of her hot, slick pussy before driving her body against him and taking him deep again. He inched forward to give her more play in her chains and rotated his hips as she controlled the joining of their bodies.

  “Oh, oh, oh,” she cried. Her body convulsed in orgasm. Her pussy clenched over him, trying to coax him to follow her in bliss. He fought it, wanting to give her as many orgasms as he’d withheld earlier. It would probably take him all night. He hoped she’d had Wheaties for breakfast.

  Aggie collapsed against his chest, breathing hard.

  “Ah, God, I needed that,” she panted.

  He grinned and unfastened her restraints. When her arms came free, she wrapped them around him and then rotated her hips, grinding his hard cock inside her. He tipped her onto her back and followed her onto the bed, driving himself deep. He then pulled out halfway and rocked into her repetitively, relentlessly, until they were both gasping and she was screaming, “Deeper, deeper. ”

  He thrust into her once and then backed off, pumping into her fast, but shallow. One deep thrust and then fast and shallow again. She clung to his shoulders as another orgasm gripped her. He pulled out until she stopped shuddering and then slipped inside her again.

  “Ahhhhh,” she cried as a second orgasm converged with the first.

  He thrust into her slowly then, concentrating on not letting himself come—tried to think of anything but her hot, slick body against him, around him. No use. Oh dear God, she felt good. He thrust faster. Pushed deeper. Gave himself over to the pleasure. It built and built. Consumed him until he had no choice but to let go. Jace shuddered uncontrollably as his seed pumped into her. Almost unbearable in intensity, his climax stole his breath. His lungs stung, protesting his lack of air, but the pulsations of pleasure in his groin made it impossible to concentrate on anything as unnecessary as breathing. He drew back slightly and lunged forward again, still shuddering with release. Aggie held him, with her arms and legs and pussy, as he came. She murmured sweet words of love against his throat. When his body collapsed against hers, she drew him closer still. He sucked air desperately, trying to recover.

  “Are you too tired to continue?” she asked several minutes later.

  He chuckled. Apparently, he had come a lot harder than she had. He’d help her with that as soon as he could move again. “Not yet. ”

  Aggie wriggled out from beneath him and urged him onto his back. When she reached for the piece of satin on the bed, the one he’d used to drive her to distraction earlier, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last before begging her to fuck him. He was more than ready to find out.

  ***

  Jace knew he was dreaming and didn’t want to wake up. He liked this part of the dream. He wished it could go on forever. He’d gladly give up the good though, if he could avoid reliving what he knew would come at the end.

  Young, dumb, and full of cum, Jason ducked into the passenger side of the yellow Ford Mustang waiting in the parking lot.

  “Did you get it?” Kara asked, her intense brown eyes wide with excitement.

  Jason opened his leather jacket and showed her the bottle of whiskey tucked inside. “Let’s get out of here. I think the clerk was suspicious. ”

  Kara slammed the gearshift into reverse and backed out, before shifting into first and speeding through the parking lot with her tires squealing. So much for being inconspicuous and making a quiet getaway.