Night with Sole Regret

TAKE ME XVIII

And didn’t that sound promising?

“Better?”

“Yes.”

He smiled. “Good.”

He ducked under the straps suspending her legs from the ceiling and climbed from the bed. He waved a hand at the main camera at the end of the bed and it tracked his motion. He slowly lowered his hands to between Amanda’s parted legs. She watched the entire thing on the screen directly above her. Her breath caught when his fingers brushed her c**t and then separated her swollen lips to fully display her slick p***y.

“So this is what my gyno sees beneath that paper sheet,” she said.

“Lucky man.”

“Woman,” she said, losing her train of thought as the feel of his fingers against her sensitive c**t overwhelmed the sight of him touching her.

She groaned when he removed his hand.

“Get your p***y wet for me, Amanda. I want c*m dripping off your ass before I bother eating you out.”

“What?”

He stretched out on his back beside her and tucked his folded arms behind his head. He stared up at the monitor above, which was still focused on her swollen, aching p***y.

“I’m waiting,” he said after a long moment of her gaping at him in disbelief. She’d never m*********d in front of anyone before. She sure didn’t want to watch herself do it on a widescreen TV. But she did want him to eat her out and see what that looked like from a different angle.

She closed her eyes and slid her hand down her belly. Her fingers found her c**t and she rubbed it, hard and fast. Her thighs quivered as o****m approached quickly. She hadn’t realized how turned on she’d become.

“Don’t make yourself come,” Shade said. “Just get it wet.”

Breathing hard, seconds from sending herself over the edge, she stopped. She rotated her hips in unfulfilled need, wanting something big and hard to fill her emptiness.

“Wetter,” Shade said beside her.

After her excitement waned a bit, she rubbed her c**t again. Fingered her opening. Rubbed her c**t. She could hear how wet she was as her fingers worked her sensitive flesh harder and faster and harder and—

She moaned as she stopped her motions the instant before o****m.

“You should open your eyes,” Shade said quietly.

Amanda’s eyes blinked open and focused on the monitor overhead. She bit her lip at the sight of her own red, wet and swollen flesh. Her French manicured fingertips looked incredibly erotic buried in her folds. She watched herself work her p***y this time, hoping this turned on Shade as much as it turned her on. A camera at the side of the bed caught motion and displayed the sight of Shade’s rapidly rising c**k. She licked her lips. He wrapped a hand around his impressive length and began to stroke it slowly. Up and down. Up and down. Now that she wanted to watch.

She was so caught up in touching herself and watching him touch himself that she nearly didn’t stop in time to keep from coming. When her entire body quivered on the brink of o****m, she tried to clamp her thighs together to hold it back, but the straps on her knees held her wide open.

“Oh s**t,” she gasped as pleasure licked its way up her spine, and her core tightened. She squeezed her eyes shut against the intensely erotic images overwhelming her.

“Don’t come, Amanda,” Shade demanded. “Just make it wet.”

“I can’t get any wetter,” she complained as the throbbing ache inside became unbearable. “Please, Shade.”

“Okay, but only if you promise to keep your eyes open.”

“I promise.” She’d have promised him anything for relief.

“Move your hand away.”

She moved her hand.

“Open your eyes.”

She forced her eyes open. He shifted so that he was leaning over her body. His tongue laved the moisture between her p***y lips.

“Tastes even better than it looks,” he said.

Amanda fought to keep her eyes open as Shade devoured her p***y. Occasionally his head got in the way of the camera, but she could see most of it—his tongue feverishly stroking every wet inch of her flesh. When her gasps became screams of ecstasy, he latched onto her c**t with a tight suction and plunged two fingers deep into her body. She felt it. Saw it. And the stimulation of both senses sent her spiraling out of control. He f****d her with his fingers while she came. She tried to keep her eyes open, to watch those fingers sliding in and out of her clenching p***y, but the pleasure was so exquisite she lost her ability to control her body, including her ability to draw breath. When she slowly drifted back to Earth, Shade tugged his fingers free and licked at her sensitive opening until she whimpered in protest.

“Now it’s wet enough,” he said, collecting her free-flowing c*m with the flat of his tongue.

After a moment, she regained the ability to open her eyes, but she didn’t watch the monitor above. She zeroed in on the thick, hard c**k bobbing slightly each time Shade moved. She reached for him, surrounding his length in a loose fist. He rocked his hips, thrusting into her hand gently. She wanted to watch him thrust into her.

“Jacob?”

“I’m not answering to that name right now.”

Exasperating man. “Shade?”

“Hmm?”

“Take me.”

“In the encore,” he said. “Are you light-headed?”

“A little,” she admitted, but she didn’t think it was from her position. The man was simply overwhelmingly virile.

Shade moved away and pulled a remote control from the side table drawer. He pressed a button and the familiar intro to Sole Regret’s “Elevate” poured from hidden speakers. Another button press caused the room lights to go dark and multicolored lights around the top of the bedframe to brighten. Like a stage lightshow, they alternated between red and blue with the beat of the drums.

Wide-eyed, Amanda studied Shade’s set-up. What in the world? “Is s*x some sort of performance to you?”

He chuckled and removed the loop from one of her legs. He massaged its length from ankle to thigh as he said, “Haven’t heard any complaints about it yet.”

She wasn’t complaining, just wondered at his reasoning. This must be why he’d insisted she call him Shade when they’d entered his room. He had some link in his mind between his stage performance and his performance in the bedroom. Was this his way of keeping all emotional connections out of s*x?

“The ladies love to be reminded that a rock star is f*****g them,” he said.

She couldn’t read how that made him feel because he had his stupid sunglasses on and she didn’t have the strength to lift a hand to remove them.

“I don’t need the reminder,” she said. “I prefer the real you.”

“I think I’m about to change your mind.”

He removed her other leg from the s*x swing’s loop and massaged it before lifting her off the wedge-shaped cushion and lowering her flat onto the mattress. He pushed the wedge off the bed and settled his big, muscular body over her. His weight made her feel grounded. Protected. Petite. She stared up at him, her heart thudding out of control. This man, Shade, was a stranger to her, and as exciting as that was, she wanted to look into his eyes. She wanted Jacob.

When she reached for his sunglasses, he caught her wrists and pressed them against the mattress on either side of her head. The long intro of “Elevate” segued into the first stanza and he started to sing. Amanda’s breath caught. Shade’s low, sensual voice washed over her, making every inch of her skin tingle with delight. The flashing lights, the throbbing music added to her immersion in her private serenade. Oh God, his voice was as smooth and rich as butter. The sound of it caressed her spine. Her muscles tautened. Her n*****s strained toward his naked chest. Her p***y throbbed in time with the deep, rich sound of the bass guitar. As Amanda stared up at him, she realized she no longer wanted Jacob. She wanted Shade. She wanted the rock star. She wanted him to f**k her hard.

In the pause after the first stanza, he kissed her deeply before taking a deep breath. With the chorus, he released her wrists and slid down her body. He cupped her breasts in both hands, singing the building chorus until he was screaming, “Elevate from deep. Elevate from dark. Elevate. Elevate.” The deep low growl he produced at the end of the chorus made her shudder.

He sucked one breast into his mouth, stroking her n****e with his writhing tongue throughout the next guitar piece. Damn, his entire band was phenomenal.

Her attention was riveted to the screen above, where she got a spectacular view of Shade’s mouth doing amazing things to her sensitive breast. Another camera caught the movement of his thumb on her other n****e. But her favorite shot of all was the one of his fantastic ass and the expanse of bronzed flesh that was his back. The flickering lights reflected off his skin, highlighting the contours of his muscles, keeping her attention on his gorgeous body.

Shade lifted his head, took a deep breath and sang the next chorus. Amanda felt she was in some highly erotic music video. She was surprised by how excited this made her. His music had never been the attraction, but she couldn’t deny that it now added to his immense appeal. She’d always loved his voice, but had never thought of it as s****l before. She was sure every time she heard this song in the future, she’d cream her panties. And she planned to have this song on a continuous loop on her stereo system.

He flicked his tongue over her n****e in time with the beat, making the music come alive, making her feel part of it. Her hands moved to the back of his head, holding him to her breast, encouraging more pleasure.

“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 n****e 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 c****x 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 n*****s while his lips, teeth and tongue concentrated on the undersides of her breasts 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 n*****s 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 c**k. It stood hard, thick and proud, angled slightly upward. Amanda’s p***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****d her—rough—and she shattered with an o****m 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 s**t!

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*****g her like a beast.