Bass notes clanged and vibrated as he pounded her, inharmonious and jarring, yet somehow in tune with his possession of her.
“So fucking tight and wet. You feel so good.”
The sheer joy of being so thoroughly taken saturated every cell of Eve’s body. A blaze kindled in her pussy, pulsed and radiated outward, erupting in tiny tingles across her flesh.
“Do you like it hard, Eve?” He leaned toward her, his breath a hot caress. “Do you like to be fucked this way?”
Her moan was her answer. Brian entwined his fingers in her curls and found her clit. He pinched the inflamed button, and she shattered. The climax raged inside her pussy. She spasmed around his cock. Her outer lips prickled, and tiny convulsions spread through her tummy, up to the rapid pounding of her heart, out to her arms and legs. Upward she soared until she floated above the piano.
Brian still hammered into her. She cried his name, begged him for more, and he gave it. He fucked her hard and fast, just like he’d promised. And just as she peaked, he thrust into her one last time and his release pulsated within her.
She lay atop the piano sated, her lover clamped between her legs, still inside her. She sighed. “Good, Bri.”
He let out a husky chuckle. “Good doesn’t even begin to describe it.”
She smiled. “You aren’t what I expected.”
He winked. “You expected a nice gentlemanly fuck, didn’t you?”
“Well, I’m not sure. Maybe, to a certain extent. I knew sex with you would be good, no matter what type it was.”
“Good?” He curved his lips into a lazy half-grin. “Just good?”
“Okay, great.”
“Hmm. Great. Not bad for the first round.” He pulled away from her, disposed of the condom, and extended his hand to help her off the piano. “We’re by no means done, sweetheart.”
Eve’s breath caught. Not done? Thank God. She didn’t want to be done. She let out a nervous laugh. “I’m yours for the night.”
“And the night is still young.” He kissed her fingertips. Back to gentlemanly.
Her insides squirmed. How she loved him!
“I hope our dinner isn’t too cold,” she said.
“That’s what the microwave is for.” He pulled her into his embrace.
Perspiration dripped between them. Eve inhaled the crisp male scent of Brian. So good.
“What do you want to do, then?”
He cupped one swollen breast and pressed his lips to her cheek. “I want to finish our dinner.”
“Okay.”
“And then I want to eat you for dessert.”
Chapter Three
Eve was as tight as he’d imagined. Brian sat across from her, both of them still naked. Her sexy nipples drew his gaze. He’d watched her gray eyes twinkle as she ate, listened to her gush about the food. Had seen her face light with joy as she talked about her dancing, his music. Their goals.
They discussed the small studio she wanted to open. Even considered sharing a studio, where he could teach piano, rather than having his students come to the loft. She’d be a great teacher. She’d give it her all, as she did with everything else. Just like he gave his music. Just like Jonny gave to his clients.
Shit. His body cramped a little at the thought of his friend. His best friend. Also his competition. Competition for the woman he loved more than life itself.
“You okay, Bri?”
As usual, her perception amazed him. She always knew when something was bothering him.