Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“For the concerto?”
He returned to the bed and crawled up until he was straddling me, his hands pressed into the pillows. “No, I wrote it for you. I woke up, and the melody was so crisp and clear in my head. I could barely write fast enough to get it all on paper. It’s called Pierce’s Nocturne. Should I play it at the next CSO show?”
“No.” The word leaped off my tongue before I could catch it. “I mean, of course you can. It’s beautiful. People are going to adore it. I adore it.”
Simon’s smile grew even wider, and his tone became teasing. “But you don’t want to share it, do you?”
“No, I don’t. I don’t want anyone else to hear it yet. I want it to be ours for a little while.”
Of course I didn’t want to share it. I’d only just heard it for the first time. He’d written it while lying in bed with me. Couldn’t I have it all to myself for a bit? The rest of the world could have it eventually. I wouldn’t dare hold back Simon from sharing his gift with the world, but I wanted to hoard this special nugget as long as I could.
“Yes,” Simon agreed with a soft hiss. “It’s yours. I don’t want anyone else to hear it. I’ll trade you the only sheet music copy in the world for a kiss.”
How could I turn that down even if he was joking?
I lifted and captured his mouth in a blistering kiss I’d been dying to steal since last night. Wrapping my hand around the nape of his neck, I dragged him closer and rolled him over, deepening the kiss. My tongue slid into his mouth and tangled with his, wringing a moan out of him as he melted like he always did when I took control.
Some barely awake part of my brain argued that I shouldn’t be doing this, but I didn’t care. Last night had left me wanting to hold him, touch him, claim him. He’d been struggling alone for so long, pushing his body and mind to the very breaking point. But yesterday, I’d stepped in and helped him. I’d not only gotten him clean, fed, and rested, but I’d helped him to create. He’d smiled again. He was relaxed and cracking jokes. I’d done that. No one else.
Wasn’t it right that I took the next step? There was no one else who could make him cry out with pleasure.
I broke off the kiss and dragged my mouth down his cheek to nibble on his jaw. “What do I have to do so that you play that nocturne for me alone?”
“Fuck me,” he panted. “Fuck me, and I swear I’ll only play that song for you.”
“Done.”
Blankets were shoved aside violently, and our sleep pants removed in a flurry of limbs. A hiss slipped out between my clenched teeth as my hot skin met his. I could never get enough of touching him, of taking in every glorious inch of his body. He was as perfect as his skill on the violin. He made me feel clumsy and awkward, but all my hesitation and indecision fell away each time I made him moan or whimper.
I licked and sucked a path along his chest to his hard, leaking cock. The tip was bright red and begging for my attention. I circled that plump head with my tongue before slowly taking him into my mouth. The flat of my tongue caressed his long length as I savored the taste of him. He groaned and made a couple of shallow thrusts, nearly hitting the back of my throat.
“Not this way,” he whined. “Don’t make me come this way.”
I bobbed twice on his dick and then allowed him to slip from my mouth completely. “How do you want to come?”
“With you inside me. You have to be fucking me,” he panted.
That was my preference too. I twisted and dug through my nightstand until I came up with a condom and some lube. I set the condom aside and squirted some lube onto my fingers. Stretching him was becoming one of my favorite things to do. It gave me a chance to watch his expressions as his body slowly opened for me, welcoming my invasion with every stroke. His damp red lips parted on a gasp, and his cheeks flushed. Unshed tears sparkled in his eyes as they refused to move from me. Pressing his head into the pillow, his neck arched, and he swallowed hard, causing his Adam’s apple to bob. Everything about him was so sexy.
He put a hand behind his knee, pulling his leg to his chest, opening himself up even more. But that was Simon. He threw himself into whatever he was doing, even if he was scared or unsure of himself.