Page 180 of Stone: The Precursor

“You’re going to keep those on tonight, Countess. I want to feel them against my ears.”

The filthy promise in his eyes makes my nipples tingle. My brain too caught up in the image of him fucking me while my chunky boots are still on my feet. I can’t wait to have my thighs cuddled around him in the next few minutes.

Just as Stone starts adjusting the straps, Jacinda emerges from the gallery heading to me.

“Where are you going?” She looks at Stone. “They’re waiting for Stone to appear.”

Kami comes out behind her, with Quinten close behind. “What about the art show?” She asks, confusion all over her face.

Stone climbs on his bike and waits, not responding to Jacinda’s worry that hundreds of people are waiting for him. I know he couldn’t care less.

“I’m heading home. And don’t worry. People love a mysterious, temperamental artist.”

Jacinda looks at me with humor on her face, and Kami raises both eyebrows, clearly shocked.

“You two can handle it. You might as well get used to it. I’m looking for two new business partners.” I wasn’t planning on telling them about my idea to join forces and have them be co-owners with me at the gallery. As much as I love the gallery. I have plans for my art.

Jacinda and Kami’s mouths both drop open. They look at each other and then back at me. I wink. “Sophia has a copy of the key for the gallery. I trust you!”

I swing my leg over the seat and settle my weight against Stone’s back, my thighs around his. My body is on fire, anticipating what’s to come.

I wave behind me as Stone starts his powerful bike. I wrap my arms around his flat, corded abs, ready to hold on for a wild ride.

Riding down the highway,Stone brings one of my hands up to his chest, right over his heart. I can feel the steady beats. I slide my hand to his cock, and I feel the groan he emits from his chest. His fingers tighten around mine.

Before I can blink, he pulls over to the shoulder. He turns off the engine and pockets the keys, kicks out the stand. A car speeds by. Once it moves on, the silence is deafening, and his voice sounds like a bullet. “Get off the bike, Countess.”

The command in voice is unmistakable. I don’t hesitate. It’s the same voice Stone used the night in the forest, and I wonder if he’ll do something similar tonight. Dark woods are to my left. I don’t think the property is his, but I don’t think Stone will care. I carefully climb off and stand near, waiting to see what he will do.

Another car shoots past, and the wind from the force of the speed pushes me to the side. Stone climbs off and comes to stand in front of me. He unstraps my helmet and tosses it on the ground before grabbing my hair and dragging me closer, until my body is flush against his and I’m up on my toes. The bite in my scalp feeds the insatiable need inside me.

“You want to touch my cock while I’m riding, Countess?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’ll do it with your mouth. Get on your knees.”

“Cars.”

“Don’t give a fuck, Camryn. You started this. You’re mine and I want you now. Here. If you don’t want people to see you while you choke with my dick in your throat then you better hurry.”

He watches me steadily, and I reach down between us, unbuckling his jeans. He doesn’t help me, daring me. I pull out his cock, wrapping my hand around him in a tight fist, stroking him once, twice. He tilts his head back, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he curses. “Let me go. I want to taste you.”

His strong fingers release the handful of my hair that was keeping me moored to his body. I drop to my knees, the bite of the gravel in my skin amps my desire. I grip both sides of his jeans, yanking them down until I have full access to his shaft. The wide mushroom-shaped tip is wet, the slit filled with his cum. My tongue shoots out, removing the pearl of liquid.

Another car drives by, and I should tense up, but it’s actually thrilling that I’m doing something so out of character. Again, Camryn from last year feels so far away. I’m covered in tattoos from my neck to my shoulders. I’m in love with a murderer, and I no longer care what people like my father think.

Slurping my tongue around the tip, I grab the base and stroke up to meet my lips, using my saliva and his cum to help me milk his cock. With each pass of my hand, his piercings dig into my palm. The bars in the velvety tip dig into the roof of my mouth and along my tongue. I’ve missed the taste of him in my mouth. The metal combined with his unique flavor.

“Look at me, baby. Let me see your eyes.”

I open my eyes and keep my eyes on his as I suck, slobbering all over him, rotating my hand harder along his thick, veiny shaft.

His grunts of pleasure get louder, fomenting me to go harder, suction stronger. I don’t get a chance to taste him because he pulls out of my mouth and picks me up, folding both my legs around his waist.

Knowing what he wants, what we both need, I maneuver my legs higher, hooking my ankles together at the middle of his back. I reach between us and put his cock right over my clit, rubbing the metal from his piercings along my slick tissue.

“Am I yours?”