Excerpt: Rock My World by Bianca Vix
Occasionally Devin took his eyes off Cora to try and spot Bryce, who was far away working the sound. It was impossible to make him out from that distance, but he was more than aware of him anyway.
In the middle of the band’s last encore Devin headed backstage, wanting to be there for Cora when she was done. He forced himself to stop pacing around and sit down, but he was way too keyed up to relax. The music stopped but the crowd was still screaming when Cora bounced in, elated and exhausted.
“Dev!” she said, heading straight for him.
“You were so great up there tonight. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
“Bryce’s going to be awhile tearing down. Let’s have a drink.”
Two beers later and the backstage area was clearing out. Cora was starting to look as impatient as he felt.
“I want to get out of here. I’ll text him to meet us back at the hotel.”
An hour later Cora was in his arms on the sofa.
“I don’t want to go too far without him,” she murmured, resting her head against his chest.
“I can’t resist you for very much longer.” Devin toyed with her hair, twisting a pink strand around a finger. “How about I give you a massage?”
“Here, I’ll help you get out of those clothes.”
The buckles on her boots were going to drive him crazy. She took the other one, working through it a lot faster than he could. After he got her out of her shirt and skirt, he made a move for her bra. She stopped him.
“You know you’re going to kill me if you make me wait too much longer.”
“Don’t you like what I’m wearing?”
He had to admit she looked pretty damn hot. Her pink underwear matched the streaks in her hair, and barely covered her.
Sighing, he tugged his own shirt and pants off, leaving his own underwear on to keep his erection covered.
Cora stretched out on her stomach and he couldn’t resist running his hands from her shoulders all the way down to her feet, pausing longer at her ass.
“Massage only, Dev,” she said.
Suppressing a frustrated groan, Devin started with her feet, working her toes around gently but firmly.
“Mmm, so good,” she said, her voice low and sensual.
It took every bit of his willpower not to rip her sexy underwear off right then.
Forcing himself to concentrate, he looked down at her legs, rubbing and stroking.
Achingly aroused, Devin worked his way up her calves, rubbing, kissing, and stroking every smooth inch of her soft skin, making her writhe underneath him in excitement.
Briefly gripping his straining cock, he hoped a couple of quick rubs would help take the edge off.
His fingertips traced lightly over the backs of her knees, drifting up to her sensitive inner thighs. Cora moaned softly.
Accidentally brushing a bit of lace with a fingertip, he used every ounce of his control to keep his roaming hands from sliding up underneath it.
“Don’t stop there.”
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