T-AWorthwhileSin Page 7
She bit her lip. “For you.” Her breath caught as he stroked her G. “Yes.”
He pulled out, spun her chair around, and lifted her onto the table. The robe spilled open and his nostrils flared. “You couldn’t get any sexier.”
Sin held herself up and tried to shove breakfast dishes out of the way. Her hand landed in a plate of strawberry waffles, and she squeaked. Tate looked up as she brought her hand forward. It was covered in red sauce, and her entire pinky was white from the whipped cream.
Tate grinned and drew her hand down her body. He drug her pinky across her throbbing clit, leaving a trail of sweetness. Sin pressed deeper, rubbing herself with all her fingers, swirling the strawberries and cream into her own cream.
“Yeah, baby.”
Sin dipped her finger inside and stroked herself like Tate had done but it wasn’t good enough. She needed him.
His tongue dove next to her hand, and she pulled her hand out of his way, moaning.
He grabbed it and stuck it back in the spot. “Stay here, baby. Work it with me.”
Sin couldn’t stop staring at her hand beside his cheek. His tongue darted between her fingers, and she slid another one inside.
Tate’s hand stroked her ass and slipped between the full halves, pressing deep into her from that side. Sin gasped as all three sources drove into her. She gripped the edge of the table with her free hand to stay upright. Tate’s tongue moved up and down, skipping between her fingers and his until he nearly had her exploding. Sin moaned and lowered herself to the table, crushing an orange and knocking over a full glass of water. The liquid pooled beneath her but did nothing to cool her overheated skin. Dishes clattered to the ground but Tate didn’t change his pace. His tongue and fingers plunged inside her. Sin gripped his hair and tugged hard, wanting him deeper.
Tate grabbed her wrist and pulled it off.
“Tate. I need you.”
Sin rubbed her clit back and forth but the pressure only built stronger. Without Tate’s cock buried inside her, she’d never find the release she so needed. “Fuck me, Tate. Please.”
She tugged at his ears, and tried to drag him upright, but he buried his face and licked her strong. Sin’s clit throbbed with the need to orgasm, but she couldn’t get herself there. Now that she’d had Tate, she’d probably never be able to give herself an orgasm. He’d ruined her for anyone else. Sin’s thighs clamped on the side of his head as he plunged deep. His finger pushed upward, nearly touching his tongue.
Tate withdrew and tugged the belt off her robe. “How bad do you want it, Sin?” He stretched the belt into a wide strap.
Sin writhed and wriggled on the table. “Bad.”
“Give me your hands.”
Sin lifted her wrists to him, eager to see what he had planned, and not caring at all what he did to her, as long as he fucked her.
He wound the belt around her wrists and walked around the table, stretching her arms over her head. Sin’s breasts heaved upward as her back arched with the stretch. Tate bound the other end of the belt around the leg of the table, then he lifted three napkins off the rolling cart. A grin played at his lips. “Have I told you today how fucking sexy you are?”
Sin shook her head.
He drug the tips of the napkins down her exposed breasts and belly as he returned to the spot between her legs. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants. Sin wanted that straining against her clit. Right now. She whimpered and lifted her hips toward him.
Tate held up his finger and wagged it at her. “Not yet, sweet Sin.” He lowered himself in front of her and tied each ankle to the table. A surge of adrenaline raced through Sin. She’d never been tied up. Tate was a lot of firsts for her. She’d let him do damn near anything if it meant him sinking that thick cock inside her wet pussy. Her insides clenched, and she felt a rush of warmth squirt out and run down the crack of her ass. No one had ever made her as wet as Tate did.
He stood and glanced around. Their balcony provided them a wide unobstructed view of the sea. Sin felt like they were on the top of the world and no one could see them. A warm blush stained her neck. Thank goodness. Tate leaned forward, the head of his cock pushing the fabric of his pants into her pussy. She tried to angle her hips, but he’d tied her so tightly that she was completely at his mercy. Another thrill shot through her.
He lifted the last napkin to her face and tied it over her eyes.
Sin quivered. Blind and secured, she had no choice but to wait for his touch.
His lips grazed her nipple. “You okay, baby?”
“Yes.” Sin’s voice was breathless with anticipation like she’d never experienced him before.
“Good.” He straightened and Sin heard his pants hit the balcony. Her pussy clenched and she strained toward him—or where she thought he was. But warm morning air was the only thing that touched her. A chair slid against the floor, and Sin’s ears perked. She had no idea what he was doing. His fingers brushed the insides of her thighs, and his breath caressed her skin. Without her sight to let her know what he was about to do, every nerve in her body strained to feel and understand. Her nipples were so tight they ached.
One finger dipped inside her pussy. She moaned and arched her back. “Yes, please. More Tate, more.”
Another finger slid in. “How much more, baby?”
He tipped them up and pressed deep into her G, then stroked her. “Oh, God. All of you. Please, Tate.”
A third. Her pussy contracted around him. “How’s that?”
Sin wiggled as much as she could, needing him deeper, harder. Her wrists strained against the bonds. Not being able to touch him was killing her. Warmth flowed out her pussy as he stroked her over and over. Sin’s orgasm built and built, but he drove her higher, backing off when she got close. Her back arched and she lifted her feet to the bars of the table. She pushed her feet down until the iron cut into her feet, but it was just one more sensation that intensified the building pressure. Tate’s cock pressed against the inside of her thigh like a solid bar of steel. She needed it. Needed it.
His thumb grazed her clit, and she jerked.
“Easy, baby.” His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her belly and he stroked her clit again. He circled it slowly, moving that hand together with the one inside her. Sin was going to die. Tate was going to send her right over the edge into the most amazing orgasm, one that was just going to stop her heart. A million sensations collided inside her body, expanding and contracting and shattering off new ones. She didn’t know up from down, right from left. Everything was spinning like a kaleidoscope of color and sensation.
He eased away from her clit and stroked down her thigh and into the wet crack of her ass. Then his cock was there, pressing the halves apart until she strained to have him inside her. He stroked her G with the three fingers, building the orgasm while his cock stroked the wet cleavage of her ass. Then he slowly eased his fingers out of her and slid them down and back inside her at the same time his cock stroked deep inside her pussy. Sin arched off the table until he filled her.
When he was buried inside her, Tate reached up and flicked off her blindfold. Her senses exploded and she came in an instant, clenching around him as he drove deep. He thrust again and again, filling her in a slow, sure stroke while his fingers pulsed inside her ass.
She strained against her bonds as the orgasm wracked her body. Tate threw his head back, and he gripped her thigh with his free hand until he exploded inside her. Sin orgasmed again. Tate’s cock pulsed inside her, and he leaned forward, deftly untying her hands and she lifted them around his neck. He buried his face against her chest, and she cradled him until their trembling stopped. Tate lifted his head and stared at her. “You’re amazing.” He kissed her gently. “Simply amazing.”
He lifted a strawberry from the wrecked plates by her head and held it to her lips. “Hungry?”
Her sex clenched around his, and he chuckled. “I meant for food.”
“Mmm.” Sin purred. “I guess.�
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He withdrew and untied her legs, then helped her stand. He pulled a chair over and sat, then lowered Sin onto his lap and pulled the nearest covered plate over. He lifted it to reveal a plate of fruit. “Did you order everything on the menu?”
She lifted a slice of watermelon and held it to his lips. “Nearly.”
“Good. I want you to get used to having whatever you like. That’s one of the perks of your . . . position.” He grinned like he was keeping something secret and Sin tipped her head.
“What are you up to?”
His grinned pulled wider. Everything about him was so off the charts sexy. She’d never get tired of looking at his face. Even a hundred years from now when he was a grizzled old rocker, he’d still have that boyish-charm-drive-her-wild sex appeal. And if she was lucky, he’d still be fucking her like there was no tomorrow.
He took a bite, his teeth grazing her fingers. As he chewed, he offered her a grape and she pulled his fingers into her mouth along with the grape. He tugged his hand loose and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. “Sin, what am I going to do with you?”
She shrugged and slid off his lap and into a nearby chair. Now that she’d sated her animalistic hunger for Tate, her real hunger was taking over and she wanted to eat! She loaded two plates with waffles and fruit and syrup while Tate slid the smushed and upended plates out of the way so they’d have some room to eat. Sin couldn’t believe the mess they’d made with all the food she’d ordered.
But now she’d worked up a massive appetite, and she wanted to dig in. She handed Tate one of the plates, then dove into her own breakfast. As she cut off a corner of a waffle, she lifted her face to his. “What do you want to do with me?”
“Keep you around.” He ate a piece of bacon. “For a long, long time.”
Sin reached down the table for the carafe of coffee as a disguise to collect her thoughts. She wasn’t sure what Tate was saying, but she certainly didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. She poured them both coffees and added several spoonfuls of sugar to hers. “I was kind of hoping this PR job was going to keep me busy for a while too.” Sin hoped her voice sounded innocent. She really did want the PR job, but she wasn’t sure that she’d be able to go back to being . . . well, whatever they’d been before this stop.
Tate took a sip of his coffee, then set the cup aside and scooted closer to Sin. He took her hands in his. “I wasn’t talking about that part of your job, but yes, I’m kind of hoping you’ll keep that up for a while too. I was talking about the sex.”
The warmth of a blush crept up Sin’s neck. “Oh.” She forced herself to meet Tate’s gaze. This was her chance to define what their relationship looked like after they went back on the tour. She couldn’t exactly demand that he not have sex with groupies, and if she said anything about it—after one night of sex—she’d sound like a jealous, catty girl. She’d never been one of those, and was a big believer in open relationships and everyone getting to do what they needed. But something about Tate made a jealous green-eyed monster rise up from her core. She couldn’t imagine striding into a hotel room at their next stop and finding some skinny blonde tied to a table.
He drew her fingers to his lips. “There’s something about you, Sin. Beyond just how amazingly sexy you are, but you make me talk about things I’ve never wanted to think about, let alone share. But I want to share them with you. And once I tell you, I don’t even really care if you tell the rest of the world. What matters to me is what you think about me.”
Sin wasn’t sure she was following where he was going. They had talked about a lot of things during the tour, but she still hadn’t formulated the article, or any of the press pieces.
“What do you think of me, Sin?”
She swallowed. “The same thing I’ve always thought. That you’re sexy, and talented, and there’s a depth to you that comes through in your songs and speaks to people’s souls.” She tugged one hand free and settled it on his chest. “Your heart is so big—that’s the part of you that I think your fans really want to see.”
“That’s the part I want to save for you.”
Sin’s heart pounded in her chest. She was still afraid to ask him exactly what he was telling her.
“What I’m trying to say is that I’d like to stop having sex with groupies. You’re everything I’ve been looking for. You’re smart and funny and crazy sexy.” He kissed the tips of her fingers. “Will you keep having sex with me, Sin?”
She laughed. “Yes. But on one condition.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Tell me.”
“You promise to tell me when you’re tired of having sex with me. I don’t want this to get all weird. You’re a rock star, and I want you to live the rock star life. I’m worried that if we become this exclusive thing that your music and the band will suffer.
He drew her into his arms. “Not a chance, baby. But I promise to tell you if that ever happens.”
She settled her head into the hollow of his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her.
They finished breakfast and Sin piled all the dishes back onto the rolling cart and set it outside. The busboys were going to have a great time trying to figure out what they’d done to some of the dishes.
She laughed and wandered into the master shower to wash off the syrup and whipped cream.
This was going to be an amazing five days.
She hoped the hotel had enough dishes.
Maybe next time she’d order more napkins.
EPILOGUE
Tate lay beneath Sin, a sleepy smile on his face. “You never told me what your name was short for. At first I thought it was short for Cindy with an awesome spelling, but you’re not a Cindy.”
Sin stretched and traced the line of his abs with a single finger. “You don’t want to know.”
He grabbed her finger and drew it to his mouth. “I do.” He suckled the tip with a gentle suction that made Sin’s clit throb.
“You really want to know?”
He nodded and nibbled the edge of her knuckle.
“My real name is Vienna.”
Tate’s eyes widened. “How did you ever manage to shorten that to Sin?”
She shrugged and pushed him backward on the bed. Straddling him, she wrapped her fingers around his semi-soft cock and stroked until it thickened. “I didn’t.” She looked up and grinned, then rose and fitted him against her dripping opening. “But that’s how you’ve made me feel since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
THE END
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
EPILOGUE