Play Hard (The Devil's Share Book 5) (17 page)

I wanted to bite that lip. I wanted to leave my mark on her. “I am a rock star. Days without sex to us is like months for a mortal man.”

She threw her head back laughing. When we reached our floor, I made a move toward her and she held out her hands. “No, sir. You stay on your side of the hall and I’ll stay on mine.” She wagged her finger. “We don’t need to put on any more shows tonight.” She stopped walking. “Wait
.
Is
that
what you’re into?”

I shook my head. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” I faked left then quickly scooped her up in my arms and sprinted toward our door. The sound of her laughter went straight to my heart. I liked that I was the one making her face light up, making her giggle so hard she was holding her side. I wanted her to want me, no doubt. But I also just wanted her to like me. I wanted her to think I was worth the effort, worth waiting for. I wanted her to want to be next to me. And that was something I hadn’t bothered to strive for with anyone I’d ever dated. I hadn’t needed to. I’d always had my love for Lexi in the back of my mind, and she’d always been happy to be by my side. Now, everything had changed.

I strode into the room and set her down on her feet. We stood there, facing each other. At first we were both still laughing, smiling. And as the tension grew, the humor faded. “You look so sexy tonight, Pixie.”

Her eyes traveled up and down my body. “So do you.”

I’d held her before. I’d made her come more than once. But this was going to be so much more. I reached down and took the hem of her dress in my hands, lifting it up and over her head. I kneeled down to the floor, helping her out of her shoes.

My god, she was stunning. Her matching pale pink lingerie had my dick twitching, but it would only be in my way so I stood and removed it too.

Her long silky blonde hair was hanging down her back in loose waves. Her lips were parted and her blue eyes were hooded. She stepped closer to me, slowly unbuttoning my shirt and then pushing it off my torso. She unhooked my pants and they fell to the floor. I toed off my boots and put my hands on her hips, walking her backward until her legs hit the bed. “I am going to make you feel so good, baby.”

I kissed her mouth, her neck, her chest. I got down on my knees and rained kisses on her hips and thighs. I took her calf in my hand and placed her foot on the end of the bed, exposing her to me. I needed her pliant, I needed her to be willing and ready. I slid two fingers inside her tight pussy and moved my tongue against her clit.

“Oh god, Luke.” Her hands went to my hair.

I looked up at her. “Tighter.” She wanted to know what I was into, I’d show her.

She seemed confused at first, but then tightened her grip. Almost to the point of pain, just the way I liked it. I moaned against her core. I used my mouth and my fingers, stretching her, working her up. She was rocking into me, rubbing herself on my face, seeking her release. I pumped in and out, faster, harder. And when I curled my fingers she came so hard her legs buckled and I had to catch her in my arms.

I laid her out on the bed, admiring her naked form. “You okay, Pix?”

She opened one eye. “Legit. I saw stars.”

I grinned. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”

She yawned and waved her hand in my direction. “Nah. I’m good. I’ll return the favor in the morning.” She rolled over onto her stomach and assumed her sexy-as-hell sleeping position.

I reached across the bed and smacked her bare ass, lightly, making a popping sound. “You better be fucking joking.” I grabbed her hips and moved her onto her back. She chuckled, and after I removed my briefs I climbed up the bed, lying between her legs. “I want you so damn bad, Harlow.”

“Tell me how you want it, tell me how you like it.” She didn’t look scared, just curious.

It’s not like I was all that different from most guys. I knew my bandmates. I’d heard them and I’d heard the groupies they’d screwed. They were all dirty, all hard, and unrelenting. “I like a little pain with my pleasure.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “You want to hurt me?”

I shook my head. “No. I’d never hurt you. Ever. I’d never do anything to you that you didn’t want me to. That you don’t ask of me.” I hovered over her, kissing the tip of her nose.

“You want me to hurt you?”

I grinned. “I mean, I don’t want you to kick my ass or anything. I just like it rough.” I did like the pain. I liked the shock waves it shot to my dick. I loved riding the edge. And this was why fucking my exes was easy, because they knew my line and I knew theirs. “But I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Okay? All I need is you.”

Harlow sweetly put her hand on my cheek then moved it to my hair. She yanked my head back and bit my chest at the same time. I couldn’t help the groan that came out of my mouth or the way my body involuntarily moved against hers. “Like that?”

“Yes. Fuck, Pix, just like that.” I was pretty sure I’d wear the bruise of her bite for the next week. She spread her legs wider and dug her nails into the globes of my ass. I felt her pierce the skin. “Good girl.”

She curved up, taking my earlobe into her teeth, then flicked it with her tongue to take the sting away. With every sting of pain she inflicted, my dick thrust against her. She was so wet I was sliding between her folds. One wrong move and I’d be inside her. I got up on my hands and knees, reaching over to the nightstand for a condom. I quickly put it on and positioned myself at her entrance.

“Tell me you want this.”

She met my gaze, head on. “I want this.”

“You want me.”

She nodded, raking her nails down my spine. “I want you, Luke.” She arched her back rubbing against me once more. “Please, I need—”

There was nothing hotter than a gorgeous woman lying underneath you, soaking wet, and begging for your dick. I surged forward, burying myself to the hilt, as far as I could go.

“Fuck, Luke, yes.” I smiled to myself. Of course she liked it hard, because she was perfect. A few days ago I would’ve bet the farm she acted and lied her way through everything. Now I knew better. There was no faking what was going on here. This was as real as it got.

I stared down at her, watching. I wanted to see what she would do. If she would take charge. I didn’t move one muscle. It was fucking torture, painful.

After about a minute she started to wiggle her tight little ass. I pulled almost all the way out and slid back in, inch by inch. She was so snug, such a perfect fit. I did it again, over and over. Slow and smooth, drawing out her moans and whimpers. She was meeting me, thrust for thrust. She wanted it harder; she wanted it faster. But she wasn’t doing anything about it. I leaned down and spoke next to her ear. “I can do this all night long, Pix.” I grabbed her ass and slammed home once. “Or you can make me fuck you.”

She scratched nails down my back and put her hands on my ass, pushing me inside her. Hard. She held me there and moved against me. “Oh god.” I pulled out again and she growled in frustration. She knew what I wanted and she was fine with giving it to me. She just wasn’t used to it. She fisted my hair in her hand and jerked my head back and then clamped down on my neck with her straight white teeth. “Fuck. Me.”

I came all the way out and then hammered back in. “That’s my girl.” I did it over and over. She moved up the bed with each thrust, screaming my name and clawing my chest. She gave me what I needed and I gave her what she wanted. I knew I’d wear her marks all over my body tomorrow. Every time I felt or saw a scratch or a bruise or a bite mark, my dick would get harder. And I’d fuck her again. Because I could. Because she was well on her way to being mine. She was no longer a distraction; she was my focus.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” I rolled her nipple between my finger and thumb, pinching slightly to see how she’d react.

“Oh god, Luke…yes…” I did it again, harder. And all at once she screamed my name and shattered around me.

She was milking my dick so damn hard, but I needed more. I was about to ask for it too, but then she bit down on my shoulder so deep I was pretty sure she drew blood.

I came so violently I blacked out.

Chapter Twenty-eight

Harlow

“Luke?” He’d been lying on top of me for several seconds, unmoving. I smacked his muscular round ass cheek. “Luke.” I said it firmer this time. He was starting to scare me.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” He put his hands on the mattress and pushed himself up then fell to the side. “I think I might have passed out for a minute.” He held his arm out, beckoning me toward him, panting. “Come here, Pix.” I lay on his chest, smiling. Sex with Luke was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. It was intense and hard and rough and oh so good. “You okay?”

I placed a kiss on his pec. “I’m better than okay.”

“You saw stars, huh?” I could hear the cocky smirk in his voice. “Told you I was a rock star in the sack.”

I dug my finger into his side. “You just admitted to almost passing out. If anyone is going to gloat, it’s going to be me.”

He rolled us over, getting on top of me again. “You were pretty good, but really, I did all the work.”

I pressed my head farther into the mattress so I could give him a proper are-you-fucking-insane look. “You think beating the shit out of you didn’t take any effort?”

His smile fell and I instantly felt bad about what I’d said. He dipped down and kissed my forehead. “Speaking of…are you okay with all that? I know it can take some getting used to but I don’t want it to be a deal breaker for you. I don’t
have
to have it, you know?”

I put my hands on his face. “It’s not a deal breaker, I promise. It was actually pretty hot.” I ran my finger around the bruised bite mark on his collarbone. “I like it. Seeing the evidence of what we did. Of how you made me feel.”

His smile returned full force. “Does it turn you on?”

I nodded, because it did.

“Can I do it to you?”

If you’d have asked me three days ago if something like that would have made my body ache with want, I’d have laughed in your face. But here, tonight, with Luke lying between my legs with that expectant grin on his face? I was a goner. I nodded again, almost afraid to agree out loud. I’d bitten him, hard. And I was nervous about what he was going to do to me. I could feel his dick lengthening against my thigh. Just the thought of marking my body had him ready to go again.

Luke moved one of his hands to fist in my hair, wrapping the strands in his fingers close to my scalp. It wasn’t painful, but it was tighter than what he’d normally done in the past. He lowered his body, putting his weight on me. He ran his tongue along the seam of my lips and I instantly opened for him. He kissed me slow, soft, and sweet. It reminded me of that first song they’d played last night: hypnotic.

He’d made me so wet he was sliding across my clit with every thrust of his hips. He pulled my hair, tugging my head to the side. It both startled and turned me on so I dragged my nails up his back. He placed his mouth on my flesh, on the space between my neck and my shoulder. When he bit down, he sent shock waves to my center. It wasn’t what I expected, it wasn’t harsh or rough; it was so sensual.

I hiked my legs up, wrapping them around his waist. I knew his cock was inches away from my entrance, I knew I was playing with fire. But I was so fucking hot for him. Rational thoughts were leaving my brain just as fast as I could think them.

“Luke, fuck that feels so good.” I wanted him to know it was okay. I wanted him to know that I liked it; that he didn’t need to explain anything to me anymore. I got it. Riding the edge between pleasure and pain. He traveled a little farther in, a little closer to my chest. He kissed and sucked and nibbled. And then bit down again. I shifted my hips at just the right moment, causing him to slip inside me.

He groaned, his fist tightening in my hair and his teeth leaving my flesh. “Baby?”

I was seconds away from a third orgasm, literally seconds. He didn’t even have to move, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

He pulled out and thrust back in, his teeth clenched. “I should get a condom.” Despite his words, he did it again.

I nodded, breathless. “Yeah. You should really stop.” Even as I spoke I was using my hands on his ass to make him move inside me. “This is horribly fucking irresponsible.”

He took my nipple roughly in his mouth, curving his spine and inserting himself even farther. “It is. We barely know each other.” He moved on to the other nipple. “You on the pill?”

I shook my head. “No. I have an implant but it just expired.” I tightened my core around his dick. What was it about this man that made all sane thoughts leave my head? I’d told him no sex, to save myself, and that had lasted all of two days. And now this self-proclaimed whore of a rocker was inside me bare. And all I could comprehend was pleasure. I tightened around his length again.

He hissed out a breath. “I’ll pull out.”

I pulled his lower lip between my teeth and panted into his mouth. “You got quick reflexes, kid?”

He chuckled. “I’m a fucking drummer, baby.”

And then he started hammering into me, the way I’d just learned I liked it.

I scratched my nails down his ripped back and kept my mouth by his ear. “Oh god, yes. Fuck, Luke, just like that.” It didn’t take long for both of us to be right on that edge again, both chasing the same thing. His teeth scraped lightly down my shoulder, causing an orgasm that lasted so long I started to wonder if I was imagining it.

“Please don’t stop.” My words were a whisper.

“Baby, I can’t, I have to… Fuck. You’re milking me so hard that I can’t even…” He trailed off as I felt his whole body tighten. He lasted three more strokes and then pulled out with a cry and came on my stomach.

***

Our Sublime five a.m. wake-up call came too freaking soon, considering that Luke and I hadn’t gotten much sleep. I was sore in all the right places and I woke up with a smile on my face. Luke fucked like it was his job. I’d be the first person to admit it. I’d tattoo it on my skin if he promised to keep doing it. Not to mention the fact that I hadn’t thought about flying, not once, all night.