Page 9 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss (Soul Sounds Brothers #4)

I lean toward him, our faces only inches apart. I look at his blushing lips. Lucas wraps a hand around my waist, pulling me closer.

And then I kiss him.

My body floods with relief. Like I’ve finally been honest with myself. This is all I have wanted. I’ve been avoiding admitting it to myself. But here it is as our lips bend and press, our tongues flick and dance.

I want Lucas Tremaine. Every little bit of him.

The kiss doesn’t seem to end. It goes and goes and goes. I wrap my arms around his neck, drawing myself as close as possible. I can feel the ripped chest I see every night on stage pulsing beneath his shirt. He feels strong and safe. I don’t know how I could possibly let go when he feels this good.

Suddenly, Lucas breaks the kiss and pushes his mouth up against my ear. His breath is ragged. “I’m hard for you, Mika.”

Shit. Shit . I can’t resist that. I run my hand along the inside of his thigh until I find the long mound of him at the crotch of his jeans, the denim so taut I’m afraid it will burst apart. When my hand connects with Lucas’s erection, he mewls gently against my ear.

I grip the sides of his head, running my fingers through his blond tresses and kiss him again. Harder, deeper. Like I want him to fuck me.

I had meant just one kiss. Not just one roll in the hay. But he’s right here and it’s too tempting.

I draw my lips away and whisper into his mouth. “We could…”

Lucas inhales deeply and his fingers press harder into my hips like he wants to leave marks.

“Just once we could,” I say.

He swallows and nods. “Just once, I promise.” He slides his hands down to my ass. “Let me have you, Mika.”

I’m pressed up against the door of our hotel room for the night. Lucas is devouring me, kissing me with the voracity of a starving man. Our fronts are pressed tightly together and his hardness has only compounded.

I’ve never been to a hotel without bags before. It feels so dirty. I like it.

There’d be no way we could get away with this in the bunks of the buses. An ever-so-quick google search led us to an exquisite boutique hotel, the details of which I would have remembered better if I wasn’t eager to get Lucas into bed.

Lucas runs the keycard up against the keypad and the door lock clacks open.

He pushes it open and, in a fluid motion, lifts me off my feet.

I wrap my legs around his waist and let him carry me into the room, our lips never splitting for a moment.

He tastes like tequila and from how drunk it’s making me; I wouldn’t be surprised if it was tequila.

We make it to the bed where Lucas drops me gently. I throw my head back with a giggle. He throws his T-shirt off, exposing his magnificent pecks, and leans down over me, half a smile on his face.

We take pause. I run my hands over his cheeks, feeling the contours of his face. Hard and strong. I scratch the side of his head and his eyes flutter shut. I laugh, “Feels good?”

“You have no idea,” he drawls.

I look askance to the room which is only lit by the Nashville city lights. I bet it would be nice if I could discern any of the details. “Nice room,” I mutter.

“I couldn’t care less,” Lucas replies and collapses onto me. He starts kissing my collarbone and slowly drifts further down my chest until he’s kissing right above the neckline of my black, lacy top. “Can I take this off?”

“Please…” I moan.

Lucas yanks my top down, exposing my breasts to the cool hotel air. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says. He cups my breasts in his hands and massages them tenderly. He licks his lower lip before capturing my right nipple in his mouth.

I buck without realizing as pleasure courses down my chest. “Ah… feels nice.”

Lucas hums happily and his eyes flick up to mine, like the flame of a candle. I wonder how many women have seen this look from him. How many have felt like his prey to be tamed and captured and relished.

I lose thought when he forces his hand up under my skirt, pushes my panties aside, and slides his fingers inside me.

I let out a loud cry of both surprise and pleasure.

Lucas starts working his fingers into me slowly.

I’ve had my dalliances while I’ve been on various tours.

It’s hard not to. But it’s always the instrumentalists with their long and often thick fingers that I always expect to be best at pleasuring me with their hands.

I seriously misjudged the adeptness of a vocalist. In only a few minutes, Lucas has me gasping for air, pulse after pulse of his hand, his lips and tongue teasing my nipples.

“I’m gonna–” I choke out. I feel a coil of heat tightening in my pelvis.

“Mhm…” he hums against my breast.

“Fuck, I’m gonna–” my voice is pitched high and desperate.

At that, Lucas’s hand starts moving at lightning speed and the coils snaps. I jerk and jolt, my whole body overwhelmed with the orgasm. I’m seeing stars, still confused how he got me there so fast with just his lips and fingers.

Lucas pulls his fingers out of me and then dips them between my open lips. I taste the tang of my wetness on my tongue. “Suck,” he says.

I do, wrapping my hand around his wrist.

“Good girl,” he remarks softly.

I smile around his fingers. I love being good for him.

With his free hand, Lucas undoes the closure on his jeans. The sound of the zipper going down is music to my ears. I remove his fingers from my mouth and breathlessly ask, “How do you want me?”

Lucas unsheathes his cock from his briefs, and I think I might have hearts for eyes from how beautiful it is. Long and thick, a purple vein right down the shaft. I should have offered to blow him first. “Ride me?” he says, his voice upgliding innocently.

I grin. In seconds flat, I’ve lunged for him and pinned him down to the bed. It’s his turn to be taken off-guard. “Shit!” he laughs, but the laugh turns to a whimper when I press my pussy lips onto his length.

“Make me so wet, Lucas.”

Lucas wraps his hands around my lower back. “The way you say my name…”

“You like it, Lucas?” I tease, grinding onto him.

His eyes flinch closed as if he’s in pain.

I lean down to his ear, my breasts grazing his chest. “You wanna be inside, Lucas?”

“Fuck, yes.”

I position him at my entrance and sink down onto him. I’m already so swollen and raw from my first orgasm that the feeling of his big cock stretching me immediately sends sparks of pleasure through my body.

Lucas curls his head to the side and lets out a heavy sigh. “Fuck, Mika…”

I start to raise and lower my hips on him; with each pulse he slides deeper into me.

“You feel so good,” he mutters, thrusting up into me.

We are quiet for a bit as we find a rhythm that suits us both.

But just like our song earlier in the night, it doesn’t take much for us to harmonize.

And once we do, I feel like I’m on top of the world.

His thrusts propel euphoria through my bloodstream.

I get lightheaded. I brace myself on the bed, my hands on either side of Lucas’s head.

He grabs me by the neck and kisses me so hard that he gnashes on my lower lip, a pain so pleasurable.

Lucas’s hips start jerking out of sync and his breath starts to falter. He curses and his jaw juts out. “So… tight…”

I reach behind me to the place where we meet and curl my fingers so they hook around his balls; they immediately tighten in response.

“Mika!” Lucas cries out.

“You gonna cum?”

Lucas nods heavily. “Nngh, yeah.”

I raise my hips and slam down onto his entire length, pleasing me as much as him.

Even though he is nearly out of control, Lucas takes one last swath of power and flips me onto the bed again.

He holds my hips like he’s driving a car and thrusts until his face breaks.

I squeal out his name right as I tip into another orgasm; my walls tighten around him and that’s when he loses it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he seethes and then pulls out of me. His penis rests on my belly and his cum spills out onto me.

“Holy shit,” I say through shallow, heaving breaths.

Lucas crumples onto the bed next to me, also trying to catch his breath. He runs his hands through his hair and keeps them there, his elbows up by his ears. “Fuck…” He looks over at me. “You didn’t tell me.”

“Didn’t tell you what?” I ask, clutching my chest to see if my heart is slowing down.

“That you’re really… good ,” Lucas says.

His intonation reminds me of a fifteen-year-old boy who has just got laid for the first time and I can’t help but laugh.

Lucas bashfully smiles and then starts to laugh too. “Is that rude?”

“I mean, it’s better than being told, ‘I expected you to be better,’” I replied.

Lucas raises up on his elbow and looks at me with a suave little smile, “Like, I thought you’d be good, but you’re really good.”

“So, you’ve thought about sleeping with me?” I say, raising my eyebrow.

“Yeah!” Lucas replies with unfettered enthusiasm. “Absolutely!”

I smile up at him and gently touch his cheek, my palm fitting right around his chin. “That’s cute.”

“Okay, don’t say it like that.”

“It is! It’s cute that you thought about me,” I say and then draw my lips closer to him. “I like that you thought about me.”

Lucas smirks before kissing me. It’s the purest kiss of the night. Closed lipped and chaste. Almost like a prayer. “Could we hold each other?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper. “Just once?”

I am filled with contentment. I’ve had my flings with guys where as soon as they finish, they’re already halfway out the door. Lucas wanting to hold me? It just… means the world. I nod, “Okay. Just once.”

We get under the covers and embrace one another.

Lucas pulls me into his chest, my head right against his heart.

A steady, beautiful cadence. He traces a line down my arm back and forth, back and forth.

I put my hand against his taut stomach. I can’t fall asleep here.

We have to get back to the buses. When everyone’s drunk, we won’t make anyone suspicious. In the morning, it’ll just be a mess.

But when Lucas kisses the top of my head, my entire body melts and I can’t avoid that sinking feeling of sleep.

Maybe I can sleep here in his arms, too. Just once.