When the doors binged open, he pulled away, leaving one hand at her hip to direct her around and out, down the hallway to the middle of three doors. The sub-penthouse suites. Very nice. Most rock-stars she’d met didn’t have the income to shell out extravagance but Riot wasn’t any old rock band. They’d made a stunning comeback about nine months ago, blowing the competition away and had been topping the rock charts since.
Darcy shuddered with anticipation as Raven opened the door to his suite and motioned for her to enter. She scanned the room. Much like a condo, it came equipped with a kitchenette, dining area, bar, and beyond another door, a huge ass mahogany bed, which was covered with the lushest of bedding. Very swank.
She glanced over her shoulder, startled by the predatory hunger she saw shining back at her. His pupils were dark, almost black. Dangerous. She shivered—it would be a whole lotta fun to play some cat and mouse with the man. “Nice little place you’ve got here,” she purred, reining in her desire to bolt. She didn’t think Raven was the kind of man used to chasing any woman, even in the name of fun.
She turned, walked to him, and sidling up close, pressed as much of her body against him as she could. Her flesh ached, craving his touch, and she felt a stab of disappointment when he left his hands at his sides, his gaze never leaving hers.
She draped her arm over his shoulder and stretched up to brush her mouth against his. The cool metal of the curved barbell lip ring marking the side of his bottom lip made her shiver again. Such a bad, bad boy.
She darted out her tongue to tease the ring as she rested her other palm against his chest. “Mmm, you taste like my kind of man.”
Finally, he raised a hand to the curve of her waist. “We need to get you out of these clothes.” His voice was rough, his words strained like he was reeling in his lust.
“Mmm, yes, you’re right. We do.” She kissed him, slow and deep, her tongue probing his mouth. Her fingers slid from his chest to his jeans and briefly crossed over his erection before unlatching his button and tugging at his zipper.
He put his hand on hers and stopped her. “Not here.” He growled as he slipped his palms over her ass and lifted her up, forcing her to straddle his hips as he easily walked toward the bedroom.
Darcy chuckled. “I never took you for a bed kind of guy.”
“For the first time, yeah, we’re gonna start on the bed.” He kissed her then, his tongue tangling with hers, his fingers clenching her ass, kneading her flesh as he moved them to his bed.
She shivered. For the first time, hell yes. Even though she only technically needed him once, she was going to enjoy this, make it last all night.
She smiled against his lips as he lowered her onto the plush duvet and climbed up so he was hovering over her. He ran his hand over her stomach and squeezed each breast before pulling back to rest on his knees. “Clothes off, now,” Raven commanded.
He tore his shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor, then somehow managed to get his jeans and boots off as quickly. She stared at his body hungrily. Defined abs, muscles on muscles, the man was built like a brick house. A tribal tattoo started at his collarbone and snaked down to his elbow, dark and intricate. His nipples were pierced with two crossed barbells. She lowered her gaze to his waist then farther down, and his cock—oh lord. His cock was pierced as well, hard and impressive. She ached to taste him there.
Her smile grew as she slowly trailed her gaze up, stunned by the look of pure lust shining back at her once she got to his eyes. She wondered if that was how she looked to him, ’cause she felt just as hungry as he looked.
“I said take your fucking clothes off, girl. You want me? I’m right fucking here.” He reached down and gripped his cock in one massive hand, then stroked up the shaft to encircle his head. “Waiting for you.”
Normally she would balk at such a command, but Raven played the alpha role perfectly—the thought of him taking possession of her made her soak her panties even more, if that was possible.
She pushed herself up and slowly pulled her tank over her torso, teased as she let her lace-covered breasts pop out slowly before whipping the fabric over her head. His growl of approval had her nipples hard and aching all over again, begging for a suckling. She clenched her breasts, bringing her fingers together over her nipples with a low moan.
He was stroking his cock again, watching her, his eyes hooded. “You are a sexy little kitten, aren’t you, sweets? You’re gonna ride my dick good.”
Darcy nodded, barely containing her excitement as she watched him stroke that giant cock of his, imagining the pleasure of fucking him and then fucking him again. She unbuttoned her jeans, shimmied out of them, and kicked them over the side of the bed once her legs were free.
Raven groaned as he released his cock and moved forward, forcing her back until she was propped up on her elbows. He leaned in and captured her bottom lip with his, nibbling lightly before pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and stroking her into a frenzy. Lord, the man could kiss.
While he continued to explore her mouth, he ran his hand between her legs, spreading her thighs as he trailed his fingers along the inside of her sensitive flesh.
He pulled away just as his fingers touched her wet panties, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Mmm, sweets, that’s what I like to feel.”
Instead of pushing her panties out of the way like she expected, he hooked a finger and thumb on either side and yanked the lace up, pulling it between her pussy lips to abrade her clit. The friction made her gasp, the pleasure enough to make her sopping wet.
“Ohh,” she cooed as she arched her back and rocked her hips. “That feels good.”
Raven chuckled softly. “We’re just getting started, sweets.” He released her panties and dipped his fingers underneath, rubbing along her wet slit for the briefest moment, pulling another moan from her as he did.
He slid his fingers out of her panties and offered them to her. She sucked one then another into her mouth, loving the taste of her own desire.
“Now, it’s my turn to taste you.” He lowered his lips to her breasts, his fingers slipping behind her back to unhook her bra. Her breasts popped free a second later and he pushed the lace aside, quickly latching and rolling one jutted nipple between his lips. “Mmm.”
She arched into him as he tugged her nipple deeper into his warm, wet mouth, flicking her to the point of madness. He slipped his fingers back into her panties and rubbed over her clit and along her slit, dipping between her lips teasingly before repeating the cycle all over again.
She was bucking before long, desperate for his fingers, his tongue, his fucking cock—anything—to penetrate her.
“Please, Raven,” she moaned, as she reached down to grip his dick, her fingers finding his piercing and giving a little flick of her own.
Raven groaned as she encircled his cock and gave one long stroke down. He pulled himself out of her grasp and moved between her legs, his big shoulders forcing her thighs open wider to accommodate his bulk.
This man, this wild man, was between her thighs, staring at her with such lust her pussy clenched in excited anticipation. He smiled wickedly as he hooked his fingers under the thin elastic of her panties and pulled them away, leaning down to take the lace into his mouth and then—oh—and then with a snap the elastic broke, like he’d used his teeth to bite through it. He did the same on the other side and she had to wonder what kind of teeth the man had to bust through fabric.
He tossed the scraps aside then sat back and stared, like he was appraising her, his smile fading as he grew serious. She squirmed, tempted to cover herself and hide from his hungry eyes. He ran his fingers through his spiky, short Mohawk then along his neck.