Page 25 of Until You’re Breathless (Insatiable #1)

Bowie

I ’m not sure if he’s just stunned or not, but I go along with it.

It’s his birthday, after all. And if he wants to go cruising in his new classic car, instead of attending the huge party his sister put together, then so be it.

He cranks up the radio and puts the pedal to the metal as we pull onto the highway, over the speed limit.

Thankfully, there is no traffic, so it feels like it’s just us here.

Once we’re off the highway, he starts fiddling with the gadgets inside the car, seemingly still taking a trip down memory lane.

Then we take a turn, and he travels down the road that leads to his house.

“God, this is so awesome.” He says, as he exits the car in his driveway, taking my hand in his. I don’t ask questions, as it seems like he’s in his own little world right now and distracting him is the last thing that I want to do.

We get inside his house, and he closes the door behind us.

He removes his jacket as I remove my shoes, and the moment that I turn towards him, he pulls me to him.

His hands are on my waist, his nose is pressed up to mine, as my heart races instantly.

It’s the intensity of his gaze that ignites the flame in me.

Eyes hooded, pupils dilated, the heat from his skin heats mine as he drags his gaze over my face, barely touching me, driving me crazy.

When I part my lips, begging for him to kiss me, he tilts his head painfully slowly, as I graze the back of his neck with my fingers.

When his lips touch mine, I plunge my tongue into his mouth, and he reciprocates.

Our lips and tongues glide over and over as my fingers tease his hair, my leg slides up his thigh, and my breathing becomes choppy.

He lifts his lips from mine, sucking my bottom lip slowly in the process, making me melt.

His words are quick and poignant and breathless. “Thank you.”

It takes half a second for me to go in for a second round.

His hands skate up my thighs, dragging my dress upward, until his fingers reach my panties.

Hooking his thumbs through the waistband, he pulls them down, and I step out of them, grabbing the button on his pants in my wake.

His lips are on my neck as I free him, so hungry for his hardened cock, and it’s oh-so-rock-solid.

He’s so ready for me it takes everything in me not to shove him inside me instantly.

But I soon learn that him and I are on a level playing field.

Suddenly, my dress is being hiked up over my head, and I’m scrambling to get his shirt off, while his pants and briefs lay at his feet.

He presses my naked body against the wall, lifting me to his waist, and he slides his cock into me so easily I cry out loud.

It feels so fucking good I can’t handle it.

His thrusts are deep, his kisses lethal, his breath labored as he fucks me against the wall.

Large, beefy hands and arms encircle me, while his cock kisses every needy cell inside me, answering my silent plea each time he fills me.

It takes seconds for him to push me over the edge as I fist his hair, desperate for my release, panting, squealing, starved for it.

And he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me hard until my mewls signal the end of my first orgasm.

His kisses soften, his thrusts slow, as he lifts me from the wall and carries me to the bedroom.

My arms are wrapped around his neck as our lips tangle on the way.

Mewls and labored breathing fills the silence until my back hits the mattress, and he starts moving again.

“God, you can still send me to the moon and back.” I breathe.

“That’s because you’re an angel.” He whispers through kisses.

His tender words ignite me, as his warm, hard body presses up against mine, and his scent fills my nostrils.

God, he checks all the boxes. As if I think he couldn’t be any sexier, he leans up, hitting me in the perfect spot, displaying himself above me like a fucking god.

And he is a god. His hardened nipples form perfect peaks on his juicy pecks, bordering the most defined washboard stomach.

Biceps bulging with his weight and his cock moving in and out of me, shiny with my arousal, I could just fucking die.

By his sultry expression, he knows that he’s got me to the edge again.

“Come for me, baby.” He murmurs, and his tone sounds like something you’d hear on a nine-hundred number call line.

And it’s all it takes. My pelvis goes into flames once again, forcing my back to arch and my mouth to open wide, shouting expletives I didn’t know I knew.

“You are the sexiest fucking creature alive, Bowie.” He says softly.

His words do things to me. I push him onto his back, hungry to make him come like a fucking volcano.

My ears crave his moans, his sexy comments.

..I want to finish him. And it’s like it’s my dying wish as I straddle him, riding him aggressively enough that my tits bounce, which I know impresses him, as his cock engorges fully.

He takes this gesture as a pleasure tug of war.

He lifts, sucking my breasts, licking them so good I feel it everywhere.

His fingers reach around my ass and circle my clit from behind, sending me spiraling once again.

“Oh...God...you better fucking come with me this time, Jagger!” I growl, feeling my third climax come quickly.

Eyeballs rolling into the sockets, I white knuckle the bedsheets, feeling his cock twitch, signaling his orgasm.

When his pulsing gets rougher, I feel the wetness of his juices, right before he growls loudly at my breast. Veins popping out of his neck, I feel him empty himself into me, soaking me, satiating me fully.

With each wave another growl comes, until they soften to mewls, and then he rests his head back on the pillow, squeezing my ass in the process.

“You’re welcome.” I pant, as he does.

He chuckles, raking a hand through his hair, looking at me.

I laugh softly.

“The thank you earlier was for the car. You said at the lot, ‘aren’t you even going to say thank you’.”

“I thought you were thanking me for letting you fuck me.”

He frowns. “No.” He leans up and kisses me deeply on the mouth. “But now I’ll thank you for that, too.”

I kiss him with a little tongue. “Oh, no. Thank you .”

He gives me more tongue. “Oh, no. Thank you .”

I chuckle. “We could go on like this forever, Jagger.”

“I know. I’m just looking for more reasons to kiss you.”

A snorted laugh. “You don’t need a reason anymore.”

He clasps his fingers behind my back, holding himself up, so we’re nose to nose. “I guess I don’t.” The look on his face changes. He looks like he wants to be serious. “I love you.” He licks his lips. “I mean it. I love you with all my heart.”

I slide my fingers through his hair. “I love you, too.” I search his eyes. “You mean everything to me and more.”

He kisses my forehead. “You, too.”

“Happy Birthday.”

He smiles a little, but his eyes are still serious. “You know, even if you didn’t buy me a car, this has been the best birthday ever.”

“Men are all alike.” I smirk. “As long as they get laid, they consider it the best day ever.”

He smirks. “Baby, I could have gotten laid all kinds. It’s you that I wanted. It’s you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

My arms go tighter around his neck. “And now that you have me, what will you do with me.”

“I think I’ve done it.” He winks.

I chuckle on exhale. “You know, you’re the only man I know that would leave a party with two hundred guests for sex. Good luck pulling that lie off when we go back.”

“Well, it’s settled, then. We’re not going back.”

“You have to, Jagger. It’s your party.”

“It’s not my party. It’s Stevie’s party. I just happen to be one of the guests.”

“Don’t you think your family is going to look down on you when they find out what we were up to?”

“Who’s going to tell them?” He shrugs.

I give him a knowing look. “Twenty bucks says that your brothers and Axl have a bet going.”

“Nobody’s going to find out. For all they know we went for a cruise.”

“Do you really think anybody is that stupid?”

“I just don’t think any of them will care. It’s my birthday. I can do whatever the fuck I want. And I wanted to be with you. Simple as that.” He changes the subject. “Shit, I better pull out.”

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”

“No, I knew that. I saw them in your purse when you were smashed in London. I just meant that that can’t be very comfortable.”

I lift a brow. “Comfortable?”

He snorts a laugh. “Hardy har har.” He grunts, lifting me off him gently, removing himself from me.

He lays down next to me, interlacing his fingers behind his head on the pillow.

The downy hairs under his arms stick out as he rests.

“So, what would you rather do. Go for another cruise, or head back to that lame party my sister threw?”

I rest my head on his chest and look at him knowingly. “Is there a third option?”

He smirks. “I could do this twenty-four-seven with you, Bowie, but I know that it’s bothering you to get back there.”

“Well, there are staff there, Jagger. I’m worried that they’ll think I’ll pull a Yoko Ono or something.”

“That only works if you’re not pro us, but you are.

You’re all in Lawson Manufacturing as much as I am.

But I get it that you’re worried.” He grunts again, rising off the bed.

I could stare at him all day. He’s got an ass that might as well be carved out of a precious stone.

Even flaccid, his cock is just beautiful.

He grabs his shirt and throws it over his shoulders, making me sad.

“Come on, gorgeous. You sit like that, all naked and ready, and we’re not going back.

” He says, walking out of the bedroom. I follow him, naked.

He watches me as I pull my panties on, then my dress.