ah!’ she chastened him, when he put a hand on her hip to guide her down to where he wanted her. ‘No touching, remember.’
‘Babe, that’s just evil. What do you want to torture me for?’
‘Fun,’ she quipped, arching an eyebrow. ‘Aw, look at you getting all pouty and irritable.’
She tweaked his nose in an annoying manner. ‘You know we’re not allowed to fuck on the bus. Xane’s rules, remember.’
‘Fuck Xane and his fucking rules.’ He exhaled hard. Then sucked in a deep breath. He ought to be inured to this sort of stuff. He was a goddamned rock god, after all. Plenty of other women had shaken their stuff in order to tempt him. The difference was that none of them had been Ginny. She undid him. Not the hairdo, or the clothes, or the stupendously fit body she was shimmying, but the person inside. Ginny was right for him in the way every other woman who’d passed through his bed had been wrong. She saw into his heart. With her he was more than he was without her. That unfortunately meant she also knew just how to make him sweat.
‘Hold it together. Think how good it’ll be when you finally get what you’re after.’
It was a shame the rule wasn’t about fucking with him on the bus, because he really couldn’t hack this sort of torture. He didn’t like delaying gratification. He’d spent too much of his adult life seeking bliss and never finding it, to want to wait for something when he knew it could be had so easily. He clenched his fists, black-painted fingernails biting into the arms of the chair as he fought to maintain some control over his libido. It wasn’t easy with her mimicking the movements of sex right over him.
‘There’s not enough time until the guys get back.’
If she surrendered now, there might just be enough time to reach orbit before they had to make a sharp exit, but the likelihood of achieving that lessened with every passing minute.
‘Yeah, but it’s not as if they haven’t seen you fuck before. I mean, how many pictures of your cock does Spook have in his collection?’
‘He doesn’t take pictures of me.’ Why did she refuse to grasp that? Not that that was even the issue here. The important part was that he wanted to keep their relationship quiet. He didn’t want the band in on it, or their expectations colouring things. Nor did he want to listen to their shit, if something went wrong and it all fell apart. ‘Let’s leave and go somewhere quiet.’
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