Madelynne Ellis - All Fired Up

She shook her head, making her wild curls bounce. ‘I like it here. The setting, the lights, the nice little hummock you’re sporting.’ She swayed down low, and brushed her pussy right against his cock.

The few scorching seconds of contact sent a thrill straight through Ash’s frayed nerves, shredding the last vestiges of his restraint. His hips jerked upwards so their bodies met properly, and his hands locked around her waist. Suddenly, he could feel the sweat breaking out across his body, and his heart was pounding in his throat. He needed to be inside her right now. Really, right now, before he embarrassed himself and came in his pants.

‘Bad boy, Ash.’ She smacked the riding crop against the back of the chair, startling the hell out of him with the explosive thwack. ‘No touching, remember.’ She moved his hands from her waist to the arms of the chairs. ‘Do it again and I’ll punish you.’

She was torturing him already, so that didn’t seem much of a threat. ‘What will you do?’ he asked, still rocking his hips so that her silky shorts slid against him.

She leaned close and teased his ear lobe with her teeth. ‘Leave you to reach orgasm all by yourself.’

‘You wouldn’t.’

Her smile was warm and yet sly. ‘Wouldn’t I?’

Ash’s muscles jerked all over his body. ‘I don’t want to play games anymore. Let’s just go somewhere where we can work this out without fear of interruption.’

‘You don’t want me to unzip your fly for you, then?’ she said in a low sultry voice.

Oh fuck! He did. He totally did. There was no way on God’s earth he was ever going to say no to that.

She popped the button of his fly, and carefully drew down the zip.

Ash sucked in a breath, waiting for her to touch him. His cock bucked hard when she peeled the waistband of his shorts away from his body so that the tip of him peeped out. She tugged his clothing down far enough to free him properly, and dragged his T-shirt off too, and chucked it into the kitchen sink.

‘I will never get tired of looking at you.’ She gave a dreamy sort of sigh, and then rode her silky shorts up against his shaft, while her hands slid into his hair and her mouth claimed his. It felt so right that he couldn’t help but want more of it.

Maybe they’d be safe here for a few minutes. They could come together, part and be out of here before the guys returned. It was possible, totally possible. His cock knew so.

Ash groaned as blood pumped hard through his shaft.

God, he was doomed, if he was letting his dick do all the thinking. It’d never made a decent decision in his life. Well, apart from when it’d first perked up at the sight of Ginny on the night they met.

‘We should really take this elsewhere,’ he mumbled.

‘Upstairs?’ she said brightly.

‘Hotel,’ he countered. She knew exactly why he didn’t want to climb into his bunk with her, so he saw no point in telling her again. Once there, she wouldn’t leave, and he wouldn’t want her to. Then his bandmates would know they were dating and the whole world would find out about five minutes later. ‘We’d get no privacy upstairs. There are six berths.’

‘Yeah, but I don’t think I can wait for this –’ she sat on the very tip of his shaft, so that he was pushing against the seam of her shorts ‘– until we got to a hotel. That might take a while.’

The honest truth was that he didn’t think he could wait either. If her damn shorts weren’t in the way, he’d be inside her now, driving them both towards heaven. He could already feel her arousal seeping through the silk. ‘You need to take these damn things off.’

‘I’m wearing crotchless tights.’

His heart skipped a beat. The guys would arrive back. They’d be seen, but he wasn’t sure he cared any more. In any case, they might not recognise her in her present showgirl get-up. They’d just think it was another fan eager for a piece of him. Xane would give him hell, but that was routine.

Only he was forgetting about Dani. Ginny and Dani were best friends, so there was no way Dani wasn’t going to recognise her. Although he suspected she already knew about the relationship.

‘We should really stop,’ he suggested, but there he was letting her guide his fingers between her thighs, under the edge of her shorts and into the slick heat of her pussy. She was so ready for him. ‘You know why it’s a bad idea for us to get caught …’

‘I know where I want you to get caught.’ Her hands curled over the tops of his shoulders so that her index fingers pressed against his collar bones. Her lips descended to his neck, nipping, licking, driving his senses into overload, so that his hands were shaking as he fingered her.

‘Ginny, it’s for your own protection.’ The press could be ruthless; the fans even worse.

‘The only protection I’m interested in right now comes in shiny foil squares and makes a nice crinkly noise when you open them. Where’s it hiding tonight?’

In his goddamned back pocket where he couldn’t easily reach it.

‘It’s OK, I’ve got it.’ She plucked a condom foil from her décolletage and ripped it open with her teeth. Ash waited breathless as she dressed him. Then she was holding him, guiding him, sinking onto him nice and slow.

‘Oh, fuck!’ Her pussy engulfed his shaft completely.

‘Mmm,’ she agreed. ‘That is way too nice.’

Ash inhaled sharply through his teeth, as the walls of her sheath fluttered around him. Then she was riding him hard, and his senses became tightly focused on the thrum of his pulse inside his shaft, and the bite of her kiss as she ravaged his mouth.

He couldn’t … would never get enough of this woman. He wanted to do this with her always. No other woman would ever have a look-in. They might be hot, but they’d never have that soul-binding quality that Ginny had. Even with his first love he’d never felt this, and at the time he’d been utterly convinced that she was the one.

When the car pulled up alongside the bus, it came as the worst kind of shock. ‘No,’ he gasped. ‘Oh, no … no … no!’ The bastards couldn’t be back yet. Couldn’t they have stayed away another few minutes? He held onto Ginny, driving into her, making sweat break out across his body and both of them pant.

‘Ash,’ she said calmly. ‘It’s not happening now. It’s time for me to go.’

‘No. Just another minute.’

‘You’re the one who doesn’t want to be caught.’

‘Another … minute … Please!’

She slipped out of his grasp. ‘I’ll call.’

‘Ginny, seriously?’

‘Sleep tight, baby.’ She blew him a kiss, then, as abruptly as the intrusion of the car headlights had been, she was gone; down the steps and out of the door.

‘Ginny,’ he croaked, hardly able to rouse himself from his stupor. How the devil did she move so fast? He thought about going after her. Tried to stand and came crashing to his knees as his trousers tangled around his legs. He only just managed to haul himself upright and get his leathers straight before Elspeth burst into the kitchen area with a face like thunder.

‘Why’s the chair there?’ she snarled, barging past him to reach the back bedroom.

Rock Giant followed her on board, trooping after her like her faithful pet dog. He looked around at the swathes of black velvet, his favourite evil mastermind chair, and his brows shot up into his hairline. ‘Seriously, you bailed on us so you could host a vampire orgy?’ He looked around again, obviously expecting to find scantily clad women dotted about. His confusion showed in the beetling of his brows when he didn’t find them. He pulled back his shirt cuff to look at his watch. ‘Are we waiting for the witching hour for them to arrive?’