“Shade.”
He nipped her tender flesh and then soothed the flicker of pain with the flat of his tongue. His breath stirred across her aroused and sensitive nipple as he sang the final chorus. Her heart had taken on the beat of the music. Every inch of her was in tune with the rhythm and the man. When the song ended, Amanda took a deep breath, almost relieved that it was over so she could collect her scattered senses.
She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath when the next song began. “Darker” was even faster than the previous song—the vocals prominent and edgy. She imagined he’d chosen a certain order of songs for a reason. To excite his one-woman audience. Had it been designed like a set list for a concert? To build and build until the climax of the performance? He’d said something about an encore. All attempts to form a logical stream of though vanished as he made her body part of his music once again. His thumbs stroked her ni**les while his lips, teeth and tongue concentrated on the undersides of her br**sts and her ribs. He moved to her belly on the next song. Then the insides of her thighs. He didn’t take her, even when she begged. She expected him to please her swollen achy center on the next song, but he turned her onto her stomach and caressed and nibbled on her ass until she began to writhe, her aching ni**les and sensitized mound rocking against the satin sheets.
The song ended and the room went quiet. The only sound was her own ragged breathing. The lights went dark. Shade moved away. Amanda lifted her head to locate him, but he wasn’t beside her. He’d left the bed. She blinked her eyes trying to get them to adjust to the sudden lack of light, but everything was blurry, disorienting. She felt intoxicated.
Was it over? Surely he wasn’t planning to leave her this excited without offering her some relief. She rolled onto one side, looking for him in the direction she thought he’d moved.
“Shade?”
A drumbeat sounded, and a white light pulsed once with the beat. She caught sight of Shade standing beside the bed, unrolling a condom down the length of his cock. It stood hard, thick and proud, angled slightly upward. Amanda’s pu**y clenched at the sight. An instant later the room went dark again.
Another drumbeat. A blue light pulsed. Shade had one knee on the bed. Then again, darkness.
Another drumbeat. A green light pulsed. He was closer now. Darkness.
Amanda’s heart thudded out of control. She felt exposed. Hunted. Catch me, Shade. Devour me.
Another drumbeat. White light. He tossed her onto her back and jerked her legs apart. Darkness.
Fuck me.
A bass riff began; the lights flashed in time with the complicated line of notes.
Shade’s c**k found her opening. He surged forward, filling her at last. He plunged into her with the song’s fast and furious tempo. He was too intense, too breathless to sing. He just f**ked her—rough—and she shattered with an orgasm that gripped her so long and so hard she screamed.
“That’s it, baby,” Shade said in a growling rasp of a voice somewhere above her. “Come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”
He didn’t have to encourage her further; she was there. Holy shit!
She clung to his shoulders with both hands, her back arching off the bed, her entire core clenching at the rock-hard c**k pounding into her. Even after the intensity waned, her body shuddered intermittently as she went limp. Her eyes blinked open and she stared up at Shade, sunglasses in place, sweat dripping down his face, neck and chest. Here in her afterglow she wanted her Jacob back, even though Shade was still f**king her like a beast.
She reached up and snatched his sunglasses off and tossed them across the room.
He lost his rhythm and then went entirely still, staring down at her with a wide-eyed shell-shocked expression. “Why did you do that?”
“I want to look into your eyes.”
“Why?”
Because I still prefer the man over the rock star, but she couldn’t say that. “Because they’re such a gorgeous blue.”
He lowered his body over hers, his thrusts slower. He rotated his hips to grind deeper and then buried his face in her throat as he continued.
So even without the sunglasses he wouldn’t look her in the eye while he had sex with her on his bed. His stage. Did he ever let anyone connect with his heart? Amanda’s throat squeezed, robbing her of air. She wrapped both arms around Jacob to hold him as close as possible. After a moment, she opened her eyes and watched the monitor that was focused on his tight, pumping ass as he thrust and churned his hips. The song ended, the lights died.
He collapsed on top of her.
His body, so heavy.
His ragged breathing, so loud.
“I usually time my orgasm with that final drumbeat,” he said.
She wondered how many performances he’d had in this bed. “I don’t mind you taking as long as you need,” she said. Nope, she didn’t mind one bit.
“You’re going to regret saying that.” He pulled out and rose up to reach for the sex swing above him. “Let’s get you up off that bed.”
Amanda didn’t resist being hooked into the straps and harnesses. She didn’t have the strength or the desire to protest.
When he’d finished, she found herself suspended facedown above the bed. Amanda extended her arms in front of her. “I’m like Superman.”
He chuckled. “I guarantee you’ll be flying soon. Do you want the cameras on?”
She craned her neck to look up at the monitor. Gravity was not kind to her boobs in this position. “Um, maybe we should turn those off for now.”
“They do tend to break my concentration after a while,” he said. “Music helps it though.”
“I like the music.”
He used his remote control to turn the cameras and TVs off. The dim lights above the canopy scarcely provided any light. If she hadn’t been tethered to the ceiling by something resembling a crazy piece of exercise equipment, she might have thought the mood was romantic. When music flooded the room with sound and the melody registered in her addled mind, Amanda could scarcely believe her ears.
“Classical?”
“You don’t like classical music?” he asked.
“I do. I’m just surprised that you like it.”
“It has great build and crescendos. Just like good sex.”
She chuckled. “I never thought of it that way.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?” he asked. At her back, he grabbed the strap that was wrapped around her midsection and hoisted her up into a forty-five degree angle. Her knees were still several inches off the bed. She was surprised at how weightless she felt.