Madelynne Ellis - All Night Long

‘Right there.’ She sighed, arching her body to accept him.

He held off on delivering, and refused to let her push back and envelop him.

‘Now, Ash. Please.’

‘I’m not sure you really want me yet.’

That was the most atrocious lie, and they both knew it. Like she wasn’t already so wet it’d take no effort at all for him to slide deep.

‘If you don’t get inside me soon, I’m going to knock you to the floor and jump you.’

‘You’re going to knock me over? Babe, I’m twice your height. I could probably bench-press you.’

‘I’ll have you know I’ve a black belt.’ He didn’t need to know that she only used it to hold her trousers up.

‘Yeah? Maybe you can show me some moves later. I like watching women exercise.’

He was so close to being inside her now, his nearness was driving her insane.

‘Do it, Ash.’ Fuck, it made her horny just saying his name.

‘Like this?’ He joined them together in one glorious push.

‘Oh, God!’ That felt good . She bit her lip, trying to steady herself, but failing. So, so good!

Ginny liked being ridden hard and she liked things frantic. What surprised her about Ash was that for all the crazy hard pounding he was doing, he wasn’t so lost in himself that he’d forgotten to make it good for her too. Almost the moment they were locked together he wrapped an arm around her and rested one hand against her lower belly. He curled his fingers, so that each thrust drove her swollen clit against them. The very merry buzz that created left her in no doubt that he’d get her off again – with luck, right around the time he came himself. She liked how he used her piercing to ramp things up. Most guys were afraid of touching it. Damn – he was everything she wanted in a lover, sexy, a little rough around the edges, daring and capable of making her so hot she feared she’d explode. Too bad he wasn’t for keeps. For him, she might consider waiving her no-commitment rule.

‘Oh, effin Christ!’

A glass splintered inside Ginny’s ears, wrecking the moment of bliss that was about to happen.

‘Ash, must you? Really?’

Ginny opened her eyes to find Black Halo’s diminutive keyboardist Elspeth Shriik standing in the open doorway, hands planted on her non-existent hips. She lambasted them with a gaze capable of lasering through steel. Holy shit! They were in for a serious rollicking.

Ginny almost caved before Elspeth said another word, but Ash had such a firm grip on her that it prevented any sort of escape.

He gave his band mate a two-fingered salute.

‘No one’s forcing you to watch. Piss off to the hotel and cosy up with your other half.’

‘Don’t you tell me to piss off, Ashley Gore.’

Ginny swore the big bouquet of lilies on the other sofa immediately wilted. The same couldn’t be said for Ash, who nuzzled against her neck as he continued to push inside her.

‘Considering the furore you’ve caused tonight, maybe I should tell you to piss off for good.’

Ginny bit her lips. Things were suddenly so tense, she wasn’t sure this was genuinely fun any more. ‘We could take it elsewhere, Ash.’

‘Yeah,’ Elspeth agreed, having overheard her whisper. ‘You’re not supposed to shag in the dressing room, Ash.’

‘So says the woman who’s screwed Xane so badly he’s walked out.’

OK, this was not good. It was time she staged a retreat. She did not want to be in the centre of an argument, no matter how much fun he was proving to be.

She wriggled, but he still didn’t budge.

‘Did you say he’s shagging?’ Another voice sounded from outside the room. ‘Where? Let me through.’

A kerfuffle involving a lot of shoving broke out in the corridor behind Elspeth. A second or two later, Spook Mortensen, Black Halo’s Swedish rhythm guitarist, appeared in the doorway. He negotiated his way around Elspeth, making minimal contact, then, on seeing Ginny and Ash, broke into an enormous grin. ‘I don’t mind him doing it here.’

‘Me neither.’ The band’s bassist joined him on the sofa.

‘Paul!’ Elspeth chirped, disgust creasing her fey features.

He raised his mile-wide shoulders and offered her an apologetic look. ‘What? I’m a very visual person, and I’ll take any sort of fun over the crap storm that’s going on outside. If we get out of here before midnight it’ll be a miracle.’

‘More like before tomorrow,’ Spook said.

Elspeth pulled at her blonde hair. ‘I still can’t believe you’re going to sit and watch him fuck some tart over a sofa back.’

‘Why not?’ Ash drawled, still holding Ginny close. ‘They normally do.’

‘Hey, less of the “tart”,’ Ginny complained. She might have slightly loose morals but that didn’t necessitate name-calling.

‘I like tarts.’ Ash ran his tongue across the back of her neck. ‘Strawberry, Apple, Raspberry. Treacle’s my favourite. Yummy.’ He smacked his lips together. ‘Just like you. Maybe I could order some and lick it off you.’

‘Sounds sticky.’ She laughed, forgiving him, given the ardour of his wet kisses.

‘I thought you told me you liked getting sticky.’ He sucked over her pulse point, sending a lovely shiver rolling through her body that temporarily made her forget about Elspeth and the two guitarists.

‘Do that again,’ Rock Giant insisted. ‘I think she likes it.’

Heat swept across Ginny’s cheeks. Actually, he was both wrong and right. It wasn’t purely what Ash was doing with his mouth that had her gasping, but the other actions he was performing too. Like how he was working his fingers in a brisk, delightful motion over her excited nub, while he continued to fuck her in a steady rhythm.

‘You don’t mind if they watch, do you?’

Ginny wasn’t particularly shy, nor did she specifically get off on being watched. That wasn’t to say this was a unique experience. She’d been to parties. Sex happened, and sometimes it happened in spaces that weren’t entirely private. Also, enjoying sex as much as she did, she wasn’t entirely a stranger to the idea of enjoying more than one partner, which kind of inevitably led to a certain amount of natural exhibitionism and voyeurism. Having Spook Mortensen and Rock Giant Reed watching her have sex with their band mate was altogether different, though, but not in way that made her consider stopping. Yeah, so her cheeks were flaming, but the attention sure made her feel sexy.

It helped that the two of them were fantastically hot.

Rock Giant got her on a visceral level. It was the pure physicality of the guy – the corded steel of his musculature, coupled with his impressive height. Spook was different again, lithe and efficient, with eyes so blue you could discover whole ocean worlds in their depths. He looked as if he’d stepped straight out of her favourite fantasy novel at the close of an epic battle.

‘You’re disgusting,’ Elspeth huffed at the lack of response, then she turned on her spiked heels and left, slamming the door behind her.

‘Good riddance,’ Ash said.

Ginny breathed a sigh of relief. Not that she realised she’d been holding her breath until the inward rush of oxygen filled her chest.

Ash raised another finger at Elspeth as a farewell. ‘Now, where were we?’

As if he could possibly have forgotten. He’d never stopped doing what they were doing, only slowed down a bit.

‘You really don’t mind these two perverts being here, do you? Because I can turf them out.’

‘They’re just watching?’

‘Guys?’

‘I’m good,’ Rock Giant mumbled, raising a hand.

Spook nodded. ‘Me too.’

‘Guess you’re all mine. Suits me.’ He held on tight, while giving a theatrical cackle of glee.