Sound Proof (Save Me #5) (18 page)

“I see wrinkles forming, stretch marks, and thanks to everything that’s been going on lately, graying hair that needs to be covered.”

Pulling her against my chest so her head is resting in the crook of my neck, I run my hands down her sides to her lower back and slip them under the hem of her shirt. “And I see everything I could ever want and need in a woman. What you think I want, and what I actually want, are extremely different.”

“What you said before,” she whispers after a few minutes of silence. “That bullshit about me walking away like it was nothing. Is just that. Bullshit. Walking away from you because I couldn’t tell you what I was thinking was harder than you think, AJ. It felt like I was ripping a piece of my heart from my chest and leaving it behind.”

For the first time in as long as I can remember I’m in the middle of the crowd instead of on the wing of the stage. Being IronSound’s lawyer has its perks sometimes, but nothing beats being in the middle of everything.

Since I turned off my receivers because it was too loud, I let the beat radiate through me from the floor as it runs up my legs. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and it pulls the feeling into my chest, vibrating me from the inside out. It gets me closer to being in the music than I’ve been in a long time other than AJ’s private performance. Being the label’s lawyer, you’d think I’d be more into the music side of the business, but I never was. Not until AJ.

Opening my eyes, I’m caught like a deer in headlights by AJ’s gaze. He’s been thrashing away on his kit the entire show, but his eyes have barely left mine. I’m not sure how the hell he hits what he needs to without looking, but he never misses a beat. I should have known after all the work it took for him to let me stand in the crowd that he wasn’t going to stop looking at me to make sure I’m OK. Not that I mind. His gaze warms my body and that’s a feeling I don’t think I’ll ever get used to.

By the time the concert is over, the beat isn’t the only thing that has my body humming. The throbbing my clit is doing because of the way AJ looked at me as he was walking off stage has me squeezing my thighs together. My arm gets grabbed by security and I’m hauled behind the barrier. It doesn’t take long before I’m handed off from the guy that pulled me out of the crowd to AJ at the door of his bus. No one is supposed to know that anything is going on between us still, but it seems that AJ doesn’t care about that right now. Honestly, as long as he touches me, neither do I.

In a flash I’m inside and pressed against the back of the door as he locks it. His eyes, filled with fire, stare back at me through hooded lids. I know he’s talking, I can feel the rumble in his chest under my fingertips. I still haven’t turned anything back on, and I can’t look away from his eyes so I have no idea what he is saying, but it doesn’t seem to matter. Taking control, AJ grips my ass, lifting until I wrap my legs around his waist and then spins around and kneels against the stairs. With my ass propped on the edge, he pulls my legs from around him and slides my shoes off first, then my jeans.

Reaching between us, he slides his jeans down out of the way, freeing his already hard cock before tossing my legs over his shoulder and thrusting into me. There’s no build-up, no physical foreplay, but neither of us need that right now. I just need him, all of him, and that’s exactly what he is giving me. I let my head fall back as I moan and he continues to thrust. AJ grabs ahold of the infinity scarf around my neck and pulls me back up so I’m watching him, telling me how tight I am around him at the same time. This, him fucking me, is probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen other than him playing. Looping the scarf around his neck puts us inches apart and with every move he makes hit deeper inside of me. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, his fingers dig into my hips, and I can’t control the tremble that rolls through my body.

I’m sure that anyone walking by right now can hear what’s going on but I don’t care. It’s not like they’ll know who’s on the other side of the door with him anyway.

The edge of the steps dig into my back with every thrust of his hips and as much as I try to cover the pain it’s putting me in, I know he can tell. Pulling out, he untangles himself from my scarf. He grabs my arms, loops them around my neck and pulls me off the floor.

AJ stops for a brief second to kick his shoes off and steps toward me as he walks out of his jeans. Grabbing the edge of his shirt, he rips it over his head and tosses it onto the couch. His eyes skim over my body as he gets closer and when he’s within reaching distance again, he skims his fingers along my sides, pulling my shirt over my head as he does.

He points to my ears, waiting until I flip the power on to speak. He grabs my hips and tugs me against his naked body. “The entire fucking show all I could think about was fucking you on my kit again.”

I groan but don’t have time to say anything before he pushes me to start moving again. We don’t make it past the hallway before AJ is shoving me up against the wall. His hot breath hits my neck and I arch my back so I can turn my head and kiss him. AJ’s tongue easily slides against mine and he only pulls back so he can nibble my lip.

I brace my hands on either side of the small doorframe as AJ pulls my hips back to meet his. He steals my breath when he enters me, filling me completely, and I hear him groan.

“Oh, holy fuck.” I turn my head and look at him. “I’m never going to get used to that sound. Are you sure you’re OK?”

“Never better, why?” he asks, smiling as he cracks his eyes open. He shakes his head, pulls back, and slams back into me. I gasp and his fingers dig deeper into my hips. “It’s a good noise, I promise. Feeling you wrapped around my cock when I pound into your pussy is the
best
fucking feeling.”

I drop my head, letting my hair fall in front of my face as he thrusts into me again and again. AJ’s arms wrap around me, cupping my breasts as he does and it feels so damn good. I feel his breath on my back just before his lips press down between my shoulder blades and he blows a shuddered breath across my skin. The harder he thrusts, the better it feels and I have to dig my fingers into the wall just as my knees begin to buckle when I come. AJ doesn’t let me fall, though. He wraps his arms around my waist and keeps driving into me as I cry out his name. His hips still and he stumbles forward, catching himself on the doorframe, and I feel him throb inside of me.

He takes a second to catch his breath before lifting me off the floor and carrying me to the bedroom at the back of the bus. Sliding back against the pillows, he pulls my back against him and rests his hand on my stomach. I reach down, move it to my hips, but he moves it back. His fingers run over the stretch marks there like he’s trying to count them or play them like a guitar. Neither of which I am OK with. My self-conscious mind works against me because I’ve seen some of the double zero sized girls he’s been with before.

“Why do you like to touch those?” I whisper.

I feel him shrug behind me. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well,” I start. “They’re disgusting for one. Flaws.”

“No they aren’t,” he whispers. “They’re amazing.”

“No—” he covers my mouth, silencing my argument.

“Two of my favorite people in the world caused those. Each one is a reminder of the beauty you shared with the world. You created life, Payton. If you didn’t have these—” he, runs his fingers along my skin “—my world would be missing two vital parts. These aren’t flaws, baby. They. Are. Amazing.”

I take a deep breath and let it go, knowing I really can’t argue with him on that and spend the rest of the night listening to him talk. It doesn’t matter what he’s talking about, just that he’s talking to me while touching me until we fall asleep.

Fingers drift over my skin, running down my thighs before sliding across my hips. I groan but don’t open my eyes. Payton’s lips press against my chest. I run my hand up her spine into her hair. My cock twitches when she begins to make her way lower and when she runs her tongue from the base to tip my hips come off the mattress. It’s like my dick is trying to seek out the warmth it knows her mouth has. Sucking the tip between her lips, Payton wraps one hand around my cock, sliding at the same pace as her mouth. Her other hand slides over my abs to my chest before lightly dragging her nails back down.

“Fucking hell, Payton.” She hums with my dick still between her lips and I have to grip the sheets to keep myself from thrusting hard into her mouth. “Flip that sexy ass around here so I can taste you.”

My cock slips out of her mouth and I almost want to cry. If there’s one place I love having my cock almost as much as her pussy, it’s her mouth. I dream about having those pink lips wrapped around my dick almost every single night. I open my eyes and the desire I see in hers makes my cock throb more. She slides her leg over my chest and inches back until her pussy is perfectly placed above my face.

Wasting no time, I lift my head and swipe my tongue, lapping greedily at her pussy. Her hips buck so I wrap my arms around her thighs, gripping her ass so she can’t get away.

“Fuck yes, AJ,” she cries when I do it again. Waiting until I feel her breath hit my cock again, I pull her down against my mouth and plunge my tongue into her. She screams, trying to shimmy away but I don’t let her move.

It takes her a minute to pull my cock back into her mouth and when she does, she wraps her fingers around my balls at the same time. It doesn’t take long before her entire body is shuddering, her clit throbbing against my tongue. My hips jerk with every stroke of her lips and it isn’t long before I’m filling her mouth. No one has ever had the ability to make me come as fast as Payton does.

Grabbing her arm, I swing her around and roll us to our sides, pulling her as close as I can get her. Her fingers drift across my chest when I bury my face into the top of her head.

“Mmm.” I sigh. “I could get used to waking up next to you every morning.”

“Yeah, that was pretty great,” she whispers.

Tilting her head up so I can see her eyes, I press my lips against hers quickly. “Yeah, it was, but I was actually talking about you being the first thing I see when I open my eyes. I want that, Payton.”

Her cheeks turn a bright shade of red. Letting my fingers slide over her face, I tuck some of her messy hair behind her ear. Payton sighs, inching closer to me.

“How long are you gone for?”

I groan, scrubbing my hand over my face. It figures that I beg and beg for some stage time and when it finally comes, I don’t want to leave.

“Three weeks. I’m covering this guy’s surgery and recovery and then I’ll be home. But you’ve got the Henderson case to work on so I doubt you’ll even notice I’m gone.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” she mumbles. “I’ll notice you’re gone.”

I laugh and press my lips to hers. “Oh yeah? Why?”

Payton giggles, rolling onto her back. “Because I won’t have to redo paperwork every time I get it back from you.”

I laugh, but she’s suddenly silent, her eyes darting around the room. Grabbing her chin, I turn her face back toward mine. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel like a groupie lying in bed with you on the bus,” she laughs but it is lacking any humor and it hurts.

“Well don’t. Groupies never got to use the bed or stay the night. And they definitely don’t get to look forward to me coming home and climbing in bed with them after the show is done. And I never told any of them I loved them.”

“Mmm, special treatment.” Payton pushes to her knees and straddles my stomach. Leaning forward, she runs her lips up the center of my chest to my lips. “I like special treatment.”

“That’s good, because I don’t plan on stopping it.” My hands fall to her hips when she sits up. Her blonde hair falls down her naked back as she looks down at me.

“You’re going to have to let me know the exact date you’re coming home.” She smiles, telling me she has something up her sleeve.

“Why’s that? Maybe I want to surprise you.”

Biting the inside of her cheek, she smiles. “Because I want to be able to do whatever I want to you without having to worry about either of the girls walking in on us. You might wanna surprise me, but I want to be able to hear every noise you make. Plus—” she drops her voice to a whispers “—I was thinking there were a few places in the house that still need to be tested out.”

I flip us as fast as I can and settle between her thighs. “That sounds like a good plan.”

She hooks her feet behind my back to keep me where I am and I already feel my cock starting to swell again. Checking the clock, I figure out how long I have before we have to hit the road. I figure I have just enough time to fuck her and get her off again before they start banging on the door and I have to leave. I won’t be able to see her for almost a month and I want to make sure that I memorize every inch of her before I leave.

That is if I can even make it that long.