Try me, p.6
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         Part #1 of One Night with Sole Regret series by Olivia Cunning
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  out of her though she knew damned well she’d just told him she’d like him to hold his hand still at this point. He sucked her clit into his mouth and rubbed it vigorously with the flat of his tongue. Ah. Wow. Yes. Like that. Oh. Fuck. Gabe!

  Her womb clenched. Spasms of release coursed through her pelvis and spread through her body. Mouth open in ecstasy, Melanie forgot how to breathe. Gabe slid a second finger into her clenching pussy and the tip of a third finger into her ass. He pressed all three digits deep and then pulled them free and pounded them into her again and again and again as she came. And came. She was still shuddering with aftershocks of pleasure when he pulled his hand free and used his tongue to clean the come from her quivering pussy. Cleaning up the hot mess he’d made. She sucked a deep breath into her lungs.

  She was completely limp by the time he moved up the bed to lie beside her. He kissed her, giving her a taste of her own cum on his lips. She suckled his tongue until she could no longer taste herself, though she could still smell her sex on his skin. She wasn’t sure why it turned her on. Why she’d never admitted that fact to anyone. Not even to herself.

  “You didn’t fake that did you?”

  She chuckled weakly. “I wouldn’t know how to fake that.”

  He smiled. “Well, now I know one thing you like.”

  “That only counted as one thing?” It had felt like ten blissful experiences in one.

  “Mmm-hmm.” He trailed gentle kisses along her jaw and throat. “Let’s figure out what else you like.”

  “Let me catch my breath so I can figure out what you like.”

  “I’m not finished with you yet.” He slid down her body and gently licked and suckled one nipple while he squeezed and tugged on the other. He continually stimulated her left breast with harsh, rough motions of his fingers and mouth until it was reddened, sore, and aroused, while her right breast was pampered with tender touches and kisses that left it yearning, achy, and excited. And her breasts weren’t the only parts of her body that were throbbing with need. Her pussy was wet and swollen again already. She had no doubt that he could make her come a second time. This time she wanted him inside her when she came.

  “Gabe,” she pleaded, “I want you inside me. I want to wrap my arms and legs around you as you thrust deep and grind against me.”

  “We both want that, baby, but not yet. First, I want you to suck on my sac and tease my ass. Get me really worked up.”

  Suck on his whozit and tease his what? “I don’t . . . know how.”

  “That’s okay. I’ll tell you how I like it.”

  Only fair, she supposed. He’d listened to how she liked it and hadn’t hesitated in pleasing her. He rolled onto his back, and her pussy throbbed when she saw how hard and swollen his cock was. She needed to hurry up and get him worked up so he would fill her with that monster. She’d never seen a cock that big, much less had one inside her. Her vibrator would have felt inadequate in its presence.

  Gabe propped a few pillows beneath his shoulders and head, lay back, and spread his legs. “Gentle,” he said. “They’re really sensitive.”

  She settled between his thighs and lowered her head to draw her tongue over the seam that ran between his nuts. His entire body jerked, and he clenched the covers beneath him in tight fists. She moved her head to suckle the skin over one ball and flick it with her tongue.

  “Ah,” he gasped. “I thought you said you didn’t know how. That’s perfect. I love it.”

  And she loved the way he was reacting to her unpracticed motions. She moved her mouth to the other side.

  “Wet, um . . . wet your finger in your mouth and . . . ”

  When he didn’t continue, she lifted her head and slipped her finger into her mouth. “Do what?”

  “God, you’re good,” he whispered. “Don’t stop. Wait. What was I . . . Um . . . ” He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. “Not sure if I can take much more. Just rub your wet finger against my ass. Don’t put it in. Just . . . rub.”

  His ass? Unsettled by his request, she tentatively stroked his sensitive hole with her fingertip. He sucked in a startled breath and nearly leaped off the bed.

  “Did I do it wrong?” she asked.

  “No, baby. You almost made me explode. I can’t wait any longer.” He rolled off the bed and landed on his knees. He unzipped a suitcase and began searching through its contents. Clothes and toiletries went flying in all directions. “Need a condom. Where the fuck are they?”

  Within seconds he’d found one, opened it, and unrolled it over his massive cock. He rejoined Melanie on the bed.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  She was tired of talking. She grabbed him by the arm, tossed him onto his back, and straddled his hips.

  He grinned up at her, looking all dangerous and irresistible. Fuckable. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  Gabe grabbed his cock in one hand and directed it into her opening. She sank down with a relieved sigh, rising and falling over him in a slow, deliberate motion. Growing accustomed to his girth. His length. Oh God, how he filled her. Again. And again. And again.

  His back arched off the bed. “Faster, Mel. Faster and harder.”

  When she didn’t pick up her pace, he sat up, wrapped both arms around her, and flipped her onto her back. Still buried inside her, he began to move. She got a new perspective on his stage name. There was a hell of a lot of force behind each rhythmic thrust, and that was exactly what she needed: a rigorous, hard fuck.

  Melanie wrapped her arms and legs around him, mindful to not gouge his thighs with her shoes, and hung on for the ride. A pressure built inside her. Pleasure. Need. Connection. Gabe lifted his head to stare into her eyes. He slowed his strokes, grinding his hips each time he plunged deep. Stimulating her clit. Bumping against her cervix deep inside. Rubbing her front wall in just the right spot. Her pleasure became bliss. Her need, desperation.

  Her mouth fell open in disbelief as bliss became euphoria. Desperation became release. She clung to Gabe, crying out in ecstasy as she came.

  In the same instant, his body went taut. She watched as he let go. His breath caught in his throat. Eyes squeezed shut. Face contorted in bliss. He shuddered, pulled back one last time, and thrust deep, rocking against her as if he longed to be buried even deeper. He cried out between hard, shaky gasps before collapsing on top of her. She pulled him close, holding him securely to her chest as she kissed his temple. He murmured the sexiest little sounds of contentment as he regained his bearings.

  Or maybe that was her making all those noises of delight.

  “Did you fake it?” he asked.

  She chuckled and gave him an affectionate squeeze. “I didn’t have to. That was amazing.”

  “Are you kidding? I didn’t even last very long. I told you that you had me too worked up.”

  She grinned, as if getting him excited was some sort of accomplishment that deserved a trophy.

  “I wish I wasn’t so tired,” he whispered. “I want to be with you longer, but I’m afraid I need some sleep. The shows wear me out.”

  “There’s always tomorrow morning,” she said, her heart thrumming. Maybe he was telling her to leave, to find her clothes and get lost.

  He lifted his head and smiled down at her. “You wanna stay the night with me?”

  She nodded and had to look away from his ear-to-ear smile. Why did her spending the night make him look so happy?

  Gabe pulled out of her body and kissed the tip of her nose. “I’m glad. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

  Gabe disappeared into the bathroom, sliding the condom from his softening cock as he walked. Water rushed from a faucet.

  Melanie struggled to find the strength to climb beneath the covers. She removed her shoes before she settled on the far side of the bed, leaving the sheets turned back on the other side of the expansive king-sized mattress. Gabe returned a moment later and smiled when he saw her waiting for him.

  He joined her beneath the
covers and despite the large area of empty bed, immediately spooned against her back and cocooned her in tranquil warmth. He kissed the edge of her ear. “I’m glad you decided to stay,” he murmured. His deep voice sounded loud because he was so wonderfully close. “I hope you don’t mind if I hold you all night.”

  Her heart warmed and felt as if it were enlarging in her chest. “I don’t mind. I like it.”

  “If you get hungry, order room service,” he said lethargically. “Just charge it to the room.”

  “What if I get horny?” she asked, threading her fingers through his and holding their combined hands against the center of her chest.

  “Wake me up.”

  Chapter 7

  Gabe blinked and lifted his head from the pillow. Something had woken him. His first thought was that Melanie, who was still cuddled against his body, had decided she was horny. Now that he’d caught some sleep, he was pretty damned horny himself.

  When he shifted, she started awake.

  “What time is it?” she grumbled, stretching her lithe body and rubbing her delicious rump against his interested cock.

  There was a knock at the door. “Gabe! You up? We have to be on the road in a couple hours. You want breakfast?”

  It was Shade. And no, he didn’t want breakfast. He wanted more of Melanie.

  Her belly rumbled, and he covered it with one hand. “Yeah, we’ll meet you in half an hour,” he called to Shade. Melanie wriggled her ass against him and while he might not have been out of bed yet, he was definitely up. “Make that an hour,” he yelled.

  “I’m starving,” Melanie complained.

  “So am I.” Hungry for her. And he was no longer tired. Not even a little.

  He dove under the covers, delighting in the sound of her laugh as he cupped her breasts in both hands and kissed her flat belly. He caught her navel jewelry in his teeth and tugged gently. He wished they could spend all day in bed. Making love. Talking. Getting to know more about each other. Like a real couple. Always on the road, he never had time to get close to a woman. Different night. Different city. Different lover. Even if he found a woman he really liked—a woman like Melanie—he had to say goodbye to her before he could make a lasting connection. It had felt so good just to hold her through the night. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had stayed in his arms for more than a couple hours. Knowing that he’d have to let her go so soon left a raw achy feeling in his chest. Gabe wondered if she had any interest in trying something long distance. Unlike most of his one-night stands, Melanie was relationship material. And she didn’t want him because he was a rock star; she wanted him for that closet geek he worked so hard to conceal. It would be nice to share that part of himself. To be accepted for it. Dare he think cherished for it? Even so, Gabe was afraid to ask her to commit. It wouldn’t be fair of him to keep her hanging on when he knew he wouldn’t be able to see her more than a couple times a month. And that was if they were lucky.

  “Is something wrong?” she asked, pushing the covers down to look at him.

  He glanced up at her sheepishly. He hadn’t meant to stop pleasuring her. Sometimes he thought too much with his big head, when he’d be better off just going with the instincts of his little head. Maybe she’d be willing to try a relationship. He’d never know until he asked. Or maybe he should start with something a little less confining.

  “I was just thinking.”

  “Ah,” she said. “You were so turned on by my body that you started thinking.”

  Was she teasing? He couldn’t tell. “I was thinking about us, actually.”

  “Us?”

  “I like you, Mel. I thought maybe we could stay in contact. Keep seeing each other when we can. Maybe try to make a go of it.”

  “You mean, like a relationship?”

  “If you don’t want—”

  She covered his lips with two fingers. “I like you too, Gabe. I just didn’t think anything lasting would come from this. Continuing what we’ve started here is much more than I bargained for.”

  “Oh.”

  She smiled. “But I’m glad you’re opening up that possibility.”

  He couldn’t help but smile in return. “You are?”

  “Yeah. Sometimes you just know that you’re compatible with someone.”

  “Would you have discovered that if you’d known who I was when you first started talking to me?”

  “Probably not,” she admitted. “And I would have missed out on getting to know a fascinating and complex man.”

  “Not to mention having two fantastic orgasms.”

  She laughed. “Well yeah, that too.”

  “Want to go for three this time?”

  “I don’t think—”

  He moved his hand to cover her lips with two fingers. “I do.”

  He eyed his suitcase, wondering if he should treat her to one of the inventions he had stowed inside.

  Her stomach rumbled again, and he paused. Maybe there were more important physical needs than sinking into her tight little body. He honestly couldn’t think of any.

  “Gabe, can we eat first? Also, I need to go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I feel gross.”

  “There is nothing gross about you.”

  “I can’t relax. At least let me pee.”

  He sighed. “Okay. I’ll wait. I won’t like it, but I’ll wait. Might as well go get some breakfast. You’re going to need your strength.”

  Chapter 8

  Melanie wasn’t sure why meeting the band made her body quake with nerves. She’d spent the night with their drummer; she couldn’t imagine the rest of the guys would be much more intimidating than a man with a black and red mohawk and tattoos on his scalp. Sure, Gabe and his comrades looked like a group of thugs, but thanks to Gabe, she’d let her guard down and discovered that he wasn’t so different from the regular Joes she usually dated. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Gabe was far sexier. Far more interesting. Far more tender. Loving. Wonderful. And the man knew how to rock a mattress.

  “We could have breakfast in bed,” Gabe said near her ear. “There’s still time to turn back.”

  “I’m cool,” she lied.

  As the hostess directed them into a private dining room, Melanie prayed Nikki was already at the table for backup. No such luck.

  Three members of the band and two other guys were seated in one of four enormous booths in the room. There were dozens of additional square tables and chairs, each with neat white table cloths, forest green napkins, and silver-trimmed place settings. Even if the entire crew joined them, they wouldn’t need this much space. A dance floor took up the far half of the room. She was pretty sure the place was used for wedding receptions. Melanie wondered if the hotel staff kept the rockers separate from the main dining room so people didn’t trample them as they tried to get autographs or because said rockers were so noisy that they were sure to disturb the other, more conservative, hotel guests. Perhaps a little of both.

  “Do you want to sit with them or on our own?” Gabe asked, nodding toward the occupied booth.

  “We can sit with them.” She wanted to prove to herself that the rest of his band didn’t make her a nervous wreck.

  So far, not so good. Her stomach was working on a new gymnastics routine.

  Gabe rested a hand against her lower back as they stopped next to the table. “Did you already order?” he asked the guys.

  “Not for you,” one member of Sole Regret said.

  He had a shaggy, spiked arrangement of jet black hair that went quite well with his all-black attire. Melanie knew he was the lead guitarist, but could not for the life of her remember his name. His steel-gray eyes swept over Melanie’s rumpled clothes and tangled hair before settling on her face. “Your sexy sweetheart can sit next to me.” He scooted over in the booth and patted the seat beside him. Melanie hesitated before sliding in next to him.

  Gabe sat on her opposite side, and she had to shift closer to the guitarist. He wore enough chains to tow a truck. His
spicy aftershave had her wanting to bury her face against his neck and inhale repeatedly.

  “Aren’t you going to introduce her?” the guitarist asked.

  “Melanie,” Gabe said flatly.

  She glanced at Gabe and found him examining a menu. He seemed to have lost all interest in her. Why? Was she not cool enough to
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