Sex, Desires & Rock N Roll Page 25

  “What?” he asks with his head cocked to the side, and an amused look plays on his perfect features.

  “Nothing. You’re beautiful too,” I play.

  Now Dash is the one turning pink.

  “Alrighty then,” he says as he quickly gives me a peck on the lips.

  Dash turns his attention back to the jars he’s placed aside and starts to open each one. My senses are bombarded with the sweet smells of chocolate and caramel, among others I can’t quite place. Dash dips a finger into one of the jars and brings it to my lips. I taste chocolate—cold, thick, hot fudge to be exact. I flick my tongue out and lick the tip of his finger. I go to open my mouth and take his chocolate-covered finger into it, when Dash begins to trail his finger down my chin and neck before coming to stop at the hollow of my neck. His finger swirls around a few times before he sucks it into his own mouth. I glare at him. Doesn’t he know that a girl so loves her chocolate? I barely got a taste.

  He leans into me, I feel his chocolate scented breath swirl around my face, and he kisses me. Our lips mold to each other, practically fusing together from the heat that they are generating between us. Before we can become one, his mouth leaves mine and I am left breathless. Dash’s mouth and tongue are on my chin, licking the chocolate there. He continues to follow the trail of sweetness, licking and sucking all along the way. Goose bumps explode all over my body, and I am consumed with a cold, white heat. The way he is touching me makes me shiver from cold and heat at the same time.

  When Dash has lapped up the chocolate in the hollow of my neck, he traces the path back up to my lips and passionately kisses me. Once he pulls away, I am left panting and wanting more—so much more.

  “Mmmmm, even more delicious than the whipped cream. I do believe, Sunshine, you are my favorite thing to nibble on. Chef Becc should add you to the menu at Plate,” he teases, licking his lips.

  I quirk my eyebrow, silently asking him, “Really?”

  Dash must realize what he’s said. “Scratch that. Nope, you’re not going on the menu at Plate. No one’s ever tasting you but me. You’re mine, Sunshine, only mine.”

  And before I can respond, his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me to the edge of the counter. Dash’s strong, muscular arms secure me to him, holding me like it is the last time he will ever be able to. The thought that he is leaving tomorrow crushes me, and I feel the tears prick my eyes and a lump builds in my throat, making it hard to not only to swallow, but to breathe as well. I don’t want him to leave. My arms wrap tightly around his shoulders and neck, pulling him close to me, holding back the sobs that are threatening to push through my resolve diminish somewhat.

  Sensing my need to be closer to him, Dash pulls me off of the counter and gently guides us down to the floor. He cradles me in his lap as I wrap my legs around his waist. My hands move down the contours of his muscled back. I trail my fingers down his naked flesh, memorizing the feel of it under my fingertips. I nuzzle into his neck before I begin to place delicate sweet kisses on it, inhaling as I do it, committing to memory his distinct scent—ocean. I feel Dash reach behind me to the counter, grabbing another jar. I pull back from him as he plucks a sweet, bright red, dripping cherry from the jar and dangles it in front me. The cherry dances across my lips, and my tongue slips out and swirls about the plump morsel. I still my tongue and open my mouth. Dash slowly lowers it, and my lips cover it, savoring the candy-like taste as Dash pulls the stem from my nibble.

  A smile glosses over my lips, and my tongue sneaks out and licks the remaining juice that is coating them. Dash smiles back, and I feel my heart swell. I reach my hand into the jar and snatch out a cherry of my own to feed him. I dangle it in front of his mouth as he did to me. He opens his mouth, and his teeth snap at it as I pull it teasingly away. Dash raises an eyebrow and gives me a challenging look. I bring the cherry back to his mouth, and before his lips can taste it, I again pull it away. Something primal flashes in his eyes, and before I know it, I’m pinned to the floor, Dash straddling me.

  “Sunshine, I, I…” he trails off.

  Before he can finish what I think he is going to say, I hungrily pull him to me, my mouth devouring his. While our kiss deepens erotically, our hands are impatiently pulling at our remaining clothes. Dash’s fingers slip into the waistband of my sleepshorts and panties, and with one tug they both are removed at the same time. I wiggle underneath him to aid in their complete removal. My fingers mirror his, and not as gracefully or easily, begin to pull off his pajama pants. Thankfully, Dash, realizes I’m having some difficulty and assists with their removal.

  My fingers graze against every inch of him they can touch, mapping out every ripple, muscle, and contour, memorizing what they touch, not wanting to forget a single inch of him. As I’m doing this, Dash’s mouth is exploring my flesh almost as if he’s doing the same thing. His lips, mouth, and tongue follow the same path over and over. My heart clenches in my chest. How am I going to be without him for so long? The tears threaten to break through the barrier I’ve put up, but with all my strength, I keep them at bay. I will not ruin our last night together. I will not.

  “Dash, I need…” I practically moan into his neck.

  “I know, baby, me too,” he moans back all breathy into my chest.

  His tongue finds my nipple and swirls around it. It puckers and my nipple hardens even more. Dash’s teeth gently graze it before he bites down on it, sending a sudden a shock wave of pleasure throughout my entire body, causing my back to arch. He continues to tease me and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I feel wetness pool between my thighs, and I so need to have him inside me.

  “Dash, please,” I beg, my voice sounding almost like a porn star. I so don’t care about foreplay right now; I just want to wrap myself around him.

  He doesn’t answer me with words, but with actions. He pulls off me, taking his warmth with him, and pulls open a drawer in the desk nearby. Reaching in, Dash pulls out a silver foil packet. I give him a puzzled, inquisitive look—condoms in the kitchen?

  Dash just shrugs his shoulders, looking bashful. “Safety first.”

  I simply giggle, and in a flash his warmth is surrounding me once again. I feel like I’m home. Dash’s slightly swollen lips find mine, and I welcome his tongue when it flicks against my bottom lip. He tastes like a hot fudge sundae minus the ice cream and nuts. His hands trail down my sides and find my slick entrance.

  “Always ready for me,” he groans.

  “Always,” I whimper back.

  His fingers tease my entrance, dancing all over the spot I so want him to touch, always the torturer. I buck my hips against his hand and push my pussy into him. With this little move, Dash’s agile fingers find my bundle of nerves begging to be touched, and he begins stroking and rubbing, slowly.

  “Dash, please,” I beg like a whiny child not getting what they want.

  I feel him smile against my skin and finally answer my begging. He vigorously works my clit as two fingers slide their way into my pussy. They start to pump in and out of me while he still works magic on my clit. I feel my stomach tighten, and I am so close.

  “Oh, God, Dash…” I mumble almost incoherently.

  Dash continues to work his finger magic, while his mouth trails down my neck, sucking and licking along the way. His lips make their way to my nipple, teasing, sucking, biting, and licking. His teeth gently bite my nipple, and he puts slight pressure on it and pulls.

  “Oh, fuck, yes!” I scream in ecstasy.

  I feel my walls clamp down on his fingers, and with one final pump I spiral into my orgasm, my body floating weightless above me. I see nothing but stars. My body quivers and shakes like it never has before. I am panting like a dog that was left out in the desert sun all day. As I try to get my breathing under control, Dash continues to kiss his way up my torso, along my neck, jaw, and finally stopping at my ear.

  “Beautiful. I can’t believe you’re mine,” he whispers.

  His words aim straight for my heart, and t
hose tears threaten to make themselves known for about the hundredth time tonight. I fight them back with all I have. I force myself to; I don’t have a choice. I can’t make this any harder than it already is.

  My eyes find his, and I say the only thing I can. “Yours, always.”

  Dash’s eyes sparkle like I’ve never seen them before, and he has the look of complete and utter happiness on his face. He smiles that lopsided grin I love so much before he leans in and places a sweet kiss on my tip of my nose. When he leans in, I feel his very impressive hard-on against my leg. I smile wickedly at him as I lick my lips. I prop myself up on my elbows and slowly start to rise up further. Dash sits up and rests on his heals as I sit up as well. My hand reaches up and starts a trail from his collarbone down to the patch of spattered hair around his belly button. My fingers trail up this time, scratching along the way, and feel every muscle and ripple underneath his skin. He is exquisite. I reach his shoulder and put slight pressure on it, letting him know I want him to lie down. He obliges. Thanks to the interior decorator, Dash has a very comfy area rug on his kitchen floor—otherwise we both would be very uncomfortable. Not that it would make a difference; I would take this man anytime, anyplace.

  I slink my way up him, making myself comfortable, and straddle him. My lips find his, and I kiss him deeply. I continue my way down to his chin, and the slight stubble there burns my skin, but in a good way. I trail down his neck, and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows in anticipation. Dash’s hands reach up and grip my waist. I continue to kiss down his neck and chest. My tongue flicks out and laps at his perfect innie belly button, tasting him. I work my way back up, and my hand reaches down between us, finding his ready and willing dick. I grip it and place it against my already wet slit. Dash’s eyes never leave mine as I slightly rise up and then slide his cock inside me. My pussy immediately welcomes it and tightens around it, massaging it. A low hiss escapes Dash’s lips.

  “Sunshine… fuck, I love being inside you,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

  I begin to slowly move myself up and down, getting into a steady rhythm. Dash’s hands linger on my hips, and slowly they roam down my back and he grips my ass. He starts to set the pace for us, and gently but forcefully moves me up on him. I don’t mind because the angle he’s created by gripping my ass moves him deeper inside me. I am completely filled to capacity, and my body is relishing in the feel of it. My fingers trail down my torso and find my clit as I begin to rub and pinch it. The sensation my fingers cause, along with being completely filled by Dash, causes my stomach to clench, and I feel my orgasm coming closer.

  “Dash, I’m sooooo close,” I cry.

  “Me too, baby, me too,” he moans.

  He grips me tighter, and I move harder and faster on him. I feel my walls clamp down on his dick. and my body shivers and quakes uncontrollably. I toss my head back, and everything just stops. It’s just me and him, and this moment, nothing else matters. My orgasm continues to rip through my body, and Dash maneuvers us so I am now underneath him, but his cock is still inside me. My wobbly legs fall to the side even though I try like hell to wrap them around him. Dash snakes one hand under my right knee and brings my leg up. I thought he was filling me earlier. I was wrong. My body feels like it’s five percent me and ninety-five percent Dash, like he’s consumed me. Dash continues to thrust into me as my breathing regulates.

  “God, Jules, so good, so fucking good,” he growls.

  He’s thrusting into me so hard and deep that his pelvic bone keeps hitting my clit, causing just the right amount of friction, and again I feel my stomach tighten.

  “Dash, again, I’m gonna, aga…” And before I can finish, my body is ripped open, and the most extraordinary orgasm claims me, my walls clenching.

  One final thrust and Dash cries out my name, spiraling into his own orgasm. His body tenses and his muscles go rigid as he empties into me. We are both panting, our bodies glistening with sweat. I am completely spent, yet I feel energized at the same time.

  Dash’s body finally goes limp as he tries to keep as much of his weight off of me. I wrap my arms around him, willing him to just be. He lifts up and kisses me deeply. I feel an electrical surge flicker from this kiss, and it sets my whole entire being on fire. I swear I hear a crackle in the air. He kisses me one last time before he lifts completely up. My body cries out for him. Dash walks away, but is back in a matter of seconds.

  Dash leans down and cups his arms underneath me, picking me up off the floor and holding me bridal style tightly against his chest as he makes his way out of the kitchen, down the hall, and back into his bedroom. While he holds me close to him, he manages to pull down the covers and settles me into bed. He climbs in behind me and wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him. Dash places tender kisses on my head as he nuzzles into my hair. I hear him inhale sharply, knowing exactly what he’s doing because I did it earlier.

  “I love you…” Dash’s words fade.

  “I love you, too.”

  Eventually his body stills, and I hear Dash’s breathing deepen and I know he’s asleep. I wrap his arms tighter around me, and I curl further into him. My heart clenches in my chest, and the lump is back in my throat. The tears I have been fighting off all evening, in order to put up a brave front, come, and I can’t hold them back any longer. I silently cry in his arms, knowing tomorrow he will be thousands of miles away. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, praying that this won’t hurt as much as I know it is going to.

  We’ve only been together a few months, incredible months, and I can’t imagine my life without him already. He’s slowly becoming my “everything.” I am falling hard for Dash Ford, and it terrifies me to my core. I don’t want to, because if this ends badly, I don’t think I will be able to recover. I will myself to not think of such things as I lie in his strong arms. It takes all I have in me to do so, but I do nonetheless. I take a deep breath and focus all my attention on his breathing and his beating heart I can feel against my back. I welcome the blackness as it comes to make me sleep. And finally I fall asleep in the arms of the man I’ve fallen in love with.

  LIKE HE PROMISED, the alarm goes off early. I want to kill that alarm. I want to smash it to smithereens and then smash it some more. I want to scream at the top of my lungs that it’s not fair. I haven’t had enough time with him yet. I want him to stay with me so much, but I know he can’t. This tour is the best thing to ever happen to Dash and the band. They’ve worked so damn hard. My selfishness isn’t what we need. As much as I want him to stay, I know he needs to go.

  “Morning,” Dash whispers into my neck, peppering me with sweet kisses.

  “Morning.” I smile.

  He nuzzles my neck, wrapping his arms tightly around me. I feel his hard length on my ass. “Hmmmm, I could get used to waking up with you every morning…” His words die off, knowing that even if we wanted to do just that, it wouldn’t be possible at the moment. The tour. Reality comes crashing down on me like a two-ton brick—crushing me with its weight.

  Before I can think too much, Dash rolls us over, his body shifting between my legs. He stares intently at me, through me, his lips meeting mine and kissing me deeply. His mouth pulls from mine and begins to kiss his way down my neck, peppering me with as many kisses as he can. I know he’s trying to tell me he’s here, always here, and everything is going to be okay.

  “Dash, I…” I begin with a shaky voice.

  “I know, baby, me too.” His voice is just as shaky.

  We both know what the other is trying to say but can’t. He continues moving his mouth down my naked skin, licking and sucking. His mouth trails down my torso and then makes the same path back up until his lips curl around my nipple. He gently sucks, eliciting a deep moan from me. I writhe underneath him, my fingers digging deeper into his flesh. He flicks his tongue out and swirls around it, tasting and teasing me. As his mouth pays attention to my other nipple, his hand snakes down between us, his fingers seeking out my wetness.
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br />   “Dash,” I utter as my body contorts to his touch.

  He answers by slipping two fingers into me, my walls clenching down on them. He begins to slowly move his fingers inside, and I moan with each push, twist, and flick. Dash lets out his own moan, mirroring my feelings. He continues to thrust his fingers in and out as his mouth trails its way up my neck, ultimately finding my swollen lips.

  Our mouths connect, and instantly our tongues seek each other. The kiss is deep, passionate, and full of everything we have. Our tongues tease and massage each other. He senses my need to breathe and hesitantly pulls away from me, ghosting down my jaw to my neck where he nibbles and sucks until I catches my breath.

  “Dash, I…” My words die on my tongue. I’m feeling so much, need so much from him, but I don’t know how to say the words.

  He continues to thrust his fingers in and out of me; a faster rhythm is made with his push and pull. I feel my walls contract and clamp down on his fingers. I fist the sheets, and my back arches, pushing my body further into his. My orgasm starts to spread out and take off as I begin to shake against him. He thrusts his fingers inside me a couple more times as I ride out my orgasm. My body twitches one last time, and I settle down into the mattress. My chest is heaving with each breath I take, and a smile slowly begins to pull at my lips.

  “Dash, that was…” I attempt to tell him, my voice all raspy.

  When he finally pulls his fingers from me, I swear my whole body whimpers. He continues to place kisses along my neck and jawline, making his way to my ear. Dash takes my earlobe into his mouth and gently sucks on it before releasing it. I feel him inhale deeply before I hear words drift from his lips. “Sunshine, I need you.”

  Dash pulls away, and I get lost in his brilliant blue eyes. I know my eyes are beginning to glisten. All this emotion swirling inside of me is making me dizzy, and I just hold on to him tighter. He grounds me, calms me. It feels like eons that we just stare at each other, gazing deep into each other’s souls, trying to find the answers to all of our unasked questions. I easily lose myself in his gaze and right now I don’t want to be found. I don’t want this moment to end.