“I’m waiting, snowflake. Tell me you want me to play for you, baby.”
One more step in my direction and he was standing above me, looking down into my flushed face. I could feel the heat on my cheeks and my bottom begged for him to play that chord over and over again.
He was so good at this seduction thing, but two could play that game. I no longer cared who came in or who might be watching. I’m not sure what that made me, but I didn’t care about that either. If Zeke thought he could seduce me, I’d show him I could play just as hard, if not harder.
I stood, pulling my skirt up around my thighs and allowing him a glimpse of my pink panties. His eyes drifted down and he greedily took me in. Spreading my thighs, I slipped one leg onto the other side of the large speaker and then lowered myself onto it.
Pleasure flashed across his face as I straddled the speaker and looked up at him with big innocent eyes. He was so close the hardness was pressing against his jeans was within my reach and the tiny tremble in his fingers was visible as he held them above the strings and waited for me to respond.
His eyebrow lifted as he waited.
“Tell me what you want, snowflake.” His voice was rough and aroused.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. His tongue peeked out and ran across his lip ring. I teasingly ran my hand up my knee and rested my fingers on the inside of my thigh. Brown eyes followed my movements and again he swallowed hard.
“Play for me,” I said softly.
With a slanted grin, he began to play simple chords. His fingers picked at the strings over and over again, sending hard vibrations up into my skirt that shook every sensitive part inside my panties.
I threw my head back when he continued to play and the pleasure rippled up inside of me and into my thighs and lower stomach. I bit at my bottom lip as the vibrations continued and I felt a rise spinning up from the speaker and pushing itself up into me. My stomach clenched as I leaned back completely and gripped on to the part of the speaker that was behind me.
Closing my eyes, tiny noises spilled from my lips every time he picked the guitar strings.
“That’s so fucking hot, baby. Goddamn, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he rasped.
He settled on one specific chord and played it over and over again. He played faster and faster and I could feel myself about to let go.
“Oh my God, Zeke. I think I’m going to…”
And then the craziest thing happened. I came—sitting there on a speaker as Zeke fingered those strings as if his life depended on it—and it was quite possibly the best orgasm he ever gave me. Far away, I could hear him agreeing with my sounds and movements. I hadn’t even realized I was moving back and forth on the sounds like I was riding him.
When I came back to myself, I opened my eyes and he was there. He unhooked the guitar and set it back on its stand. Helping me up, he adjusted my skirt and then he swooped me into his arms and carried me over to the side of the stage. We passed a few people who looked at us like we were crazy, and then we were in the parking lot and making our way to his car. He set me down next to the door and opened it.
I climbed in, and he shut the door behind me and ran around to the driver’s side. The light inside the car illuminated the darkness between us as he got in. Once the door was shut, the darkness took over again.
“Come here,” he said bluntly.
I didn’t waste any time as I worked myself over the center console and straddled him.
“I’m going to bust if I don’t get inside you,” he said as he began to unbuckle his belt. The sound of his zipper going down filled the silent car. I looked around at the black parking lot and saw a few stragglers running around. The thought of getting caught kind of turned me on.
He pushed my skirt back up around my thighs and I hissed when he slipped his finger in the side of my panties and ran it up and down my wetness.
“I take it you like it when I play for you?” His voice was husky and dark.
I began to move my hips back and forth against his hand. The tingling feeling was starting to work its way up into my stomach again.
“Yes. I love it when you play for me,” I whispered.
My panties seemed to be in his way, so I got on my knees, preparing to pull them down, but instead, he stuck his fingers into the side and pulled hard, making them pop. He ripped the other side until he was able to pull them off of me completely.
I laughed a little to myself.
“Those were my favorites, you know?” I teased.
“I’ll buy you more,” he said breathlessly as he pressed his hardness against me.