Page 32 of Playing With My Heart Strings

dusty

Over the Edge

I know I’m taking a huge risk showing up—yet again—to the hotel, but I can’t stop thinking about Baylor. Kissing her isn’t enough. I need to know what she tastes like, feels like, the sounds she makes. The need rising in my gut is desperate, like an animal trying to claw its way out of a cage.

I take a deep breath as I enter the lobby. The front desk receptionist is busy and there aren’t any producers around, but I don’t want to risk an elevator run-in, so I walk as fast as I can down the hall to the stairwell.

I take the stairs two at a time until I get to the fourth floor.

My knuckles rap against the wood grain of her door, and within seconds, the lock clicks and the door swings open.

A mix of shock and confusion paints Baylor’s features, but I don’t give her the opportunity to ask questions before I wrap my hands around her waist, smash my lips against hers, and walk her backward into her room, letting the door slam behind us.

“What are you doing here, Dusty?” she gasps between kisses. “Do you need something?”

“You. I need you,” I rasp out as her hands wander up my body.

“We could get in so much trouble for this. I could get kicked off the show.” Her actions don’t match her response, as her hand fists my hair and she pulls me closer to her.

“I don’t care. Fuck the rules.” I pull away slightly, looking down into her deep-brown eyes. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

She tries to ignore me, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me again, but I pull away more.

“Tell me you don’t want to do this, and I’ll stop, Baylor.”

“I can’t. I don’t want you to stop.” She looks up at me through thick eyelashes, and fuck , I’m a goner. “I want this. I want you .”

A guttural, nearly animalistic noise escapes me, and I place my hands on her jaw, lowering my mouth to hers.

I lightly nip at her bottom lip, sucking on it as she lets out a soft moan.

As she parts her lips, I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss, our tongues entangling with each other in a slow, sensual dance.

I run my hands down her neck and torso until they find their place on her hips, and I lift her up so her legs are wrapped around me. She grinds her hips into me, her center rubbing against my hard length.

“Fuck,” I groan. I walk us over to her bed, lowering her down in the middle of the mattress as I climb on her.

“Shoes.” She laughs.

“Great idea,” I mumble into her neck. “Shoes, clothes, all of it can go.”

I back myself up so I can stand again and kick off my boots, tossing them near the dresser and television. Baylor lies on the bed, resting on her elbows, looking at me with a mix of amusement and lust.

“What are you waiting for, darlin’? Take them off.” My voice rumbles in my throat, and a breath catches as she hooks her fingers in the waistband of her leggings, peeling them off slowly, teasing me.

Every second is torture as she reveals each inch of her skin.

Finally, she bends her knees, pulling the pants completely off and leaving her in her shirt and underwear.

Before I can move, she grabs the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head at another achingly slow rate.

But it gives me the time to really look at her, to admire her body and her beauty.

“Fuck, Baylor. The things I want to do to you right now.” I step closer to the bed, fully intending to climb on top of her, but she sits up and places a hand on my chest to push me away.

“Not so fast, superstar.” She looks at me again with those siren eyes before her hands fumble with the button on my jeans, unhooking them. In one fell swoop, she pulls down my jeans and boxers, letting my cock spring free.

Her eyes widen at first glance, but any concern she may have had disappears in a split second as she climbs off the bed and lowers herself to her knees. She fists my cock, pumping it in her hand a couple times before wrapping her mouth around the head.

Baylor swirls her tongue around the tip then takes me deeper in her mouth. I swallow the lump in my throat as I close my eyes. She’s so good at this. Too good. Any longer and I might burst.

“Baylor,” I moan as she hums around me, my tip hitting the back of her throat.

“Baylor, please.” I’m stuck between wanting more and wanting to stop.

The urge to grab a fistful of her hair and fuck her mouth is strong, but the desire to feel her clench around me is stronger.

I manage to muster enough strength to pull myself out of her mouth, the suction making a popping sound as my cock leaves her lips. “Get up.”

She listens, standing so the backs of her knees are pressed against the bed.

I hook my hands around her back, unclasping her bra and letting her breasts spill out.

Moving her so she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, I lower my mouth to her nipple as I palm her other breast. As her back arches, pushing her tits closer to my face, I glance up at her.

Her eyes are shut, her mouth gaped in pleasure.

I lightly nip, my teeth grazing her sensitive peak before unlatching my mouth and moving to the other one, giving it an equal amount of attention. “Your tits are perfect.”

She hums in approval as I kiss down her stomach, reaching the hem of her panties.

“How wet am I going to find you, Baylor?” I purr, kissing the thin fabric covering her.

She doesn’t answer as her breath hitches in her throat. I slide my hand under her waistband, reaching down the front of her. She’s soaked, her arousal already coating my fingers.

“Dusty, please,” she gasps.

I remove my hand from her underwear instead of giving her what she wants, but only to hook my fingers in the elastic to bring them down her legs, baring her to me.

I take a moment to admire her. I thought her body was perfect before, but that word doesn’t seem good enough to describe her now. She’s absolutely ethereal, fully naked and exposed to me. Her curves fit perfectly in my hands, and I’m desperate for a taste of her.

“My turn to kneel for you, darlin’,” I murmur as I lower myself to the ground and rest her legs on my shoulders, pulling her to my face.

I run a finger through her slit, teasing her and spreading her wetness before circling her clit. Then I latch my mouth onto her, devouring her like she’s my last meal. My tongue laps at her center, and she throws her head back in response.

My mouth never leaves her body as my fingers work in tandem with my tongue. And when she practically screams my name, panting that she’s coming, I drink up every sweet drop.

“I need you inside me, Dusty,” she begs, as though the orgasm I just gave her isn’t enough.

Unfortunately, it’s at this moment I realize I don’t have a condom. “I-I don’t have any protection.” I swore I’d put one in my pocket, but I must have forgotten in my urgency to get to her.

She huffs out a breath, and disappointment settles in my stomach. But I’m not done with her.

“Sit up,” I say, as I climb on the bed and lie on my back.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Come here.” I pat my chest. “Ride my face. Take what you need.”

“Oh, God,” she moans. But she does what I asked, settling herself over my face.

My hands grab her hips, and I yank her down, pulling her weight onto me. Then I lick and suck, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of her.

After two more, Baylor pushes away from my face, her legs trembling around me. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Give me one more.” I dig my hands into her hips, and this time when she sits, I fuck her with my tongue as she soaks my face, calling out my name as the last wave crashes into her.

When she comes down from her high, she collapses next to me, her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. Her cheeks are painted red with a flush, and I know I’ve done my job.

“Let me…help you,” she pants.

“Darlin’, that was enough for me. Making you come was my goal tonight.

” It’s a half-truth. My goal was to feel how tight she would be around me, but tonight has given me enough to get myself off later when I’m alone.

I can still taste her in my mustache, and it’s enough to keep this night replaying in my mind until the next time I see her.

Baylor rolls over so her head rests on my chest and her leg drapes over my body. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and brush my hand up on and down her arm.

She looks up at me with an expression that I can’t quite read. Uncertainty?

“What’s up?”

Her eyebrows pinch together as she softly shakes her head. “Nothing.”

I’m not sure it’s nothing, but I let it go as she lowers her head again. We lie there for a while, tangled up in each other, until soft snores next to me tell me she’s fallen asleep, so I carefully pull the sheets over her and turn out the light before redressing and sneaking out her door.

Hopefully no one noticed my absence, but I honestly don’t care if they did. Even if they chain me up, nothing is going to keep me away from Baylor.

I’m in it too deep at this point. All I want is her.