Free Rock Stars Do It Forever by Jasinda Wilder Page B

fist over fist. He began to move his hips into her hands, throwing his head back. Jamie slowed then, until one hand was nearly at his base, sliding molasses-slow, before she slicked the other over his tip, and she continued this erotically slow manipulation until Chase was thrusting up with his entire spine and nearly begging for her go faster. He didn’t, though, because as teasing as her pace was, it felt like pure heaven, drawing his desire into a furious boil.  
    Jamie adjusted tactics then. She began to pump him with one hand, just as slowly as before, working her fist up his length, rubbing her thumb around the smeared pre-come and then gliding back down. With her other hand Jamie cupped his sack, merely holding at first, then massaging gently. The hand stroking his shaft clamped down around his crown and squeezed, and Chase gasped at the feeling. Still cupping his tightened sack, Jamie extended her middle finger to his taint, still squeezing his tip in a quick pattern of clenches. Chase shifted on the bed, not thrusting up but wriggling and writhing under her touch. She pressed her finger in circles around his taint until he began to moan, then slid her finger back farther, into the tight-clamped juncture of his ass.
    “Relax for me, baby,” she whispered, and plunged her hand down his length, squeezing his shaft in the tight sphincter of her fist.  
    Chase forced himself to relax, spreading his thighs apart, trusting her. Jamie loosened her hold on his cock, sliding her hand up and down loosely now, so loose she was barely touching him. Her finger worked its way in, toward his anus. He felt a bolt of fear, quickly squashed. She was touching him there finally, just a fingertip on the knot of muscle, the way he’d initially touched her. Jamie applied a hint of pressure as her fist began to pick up pace on his length, and Chase knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. The boiling need to release was reaching an unbearable intensity, and her gently probing finger was only adding to the desperate inferno of pressure within him, hot and hard and ready to explode, despite how many times he’d already come with her that morning.  
    He felt her finger push harder, and he couldn’t help his reaction. He pushed his torso downward, an involuntary motion, his legs falling apart as his heels pulled up higher. A welter of emotions tumbled through him, a slight twinge of embarrassment at his position, knees drawn up and back arched, with Jamie’s finger beginning to probe deeper as his climax rose. The embarrassment grew as he began to roll his hips, feeling the tip of her finger now inside him, an alien, foreign pressure sending spasms through his entire body.
    “Don’t fight it, Chase,” Jamie murmured. “Give in to it.”
    Chase forced himself to relax again, and his knees fell apart and his body began to move as her finger dipped in and pulled back, the same kind of faux -motion he’d used on her. And god…it did feel good. Strange and intensely powerful, pressure building inside him like a steam boiler gone wrong, about to detonate.
    Jamie was stroking him at a middling pace, a steady rhythm. She leaned over as her hand reached his crown, forming a cup with the top of her fist, and spat into it, slicking her saliva over his shaft with a slow downward stroke. Chase gasped raggedly, then groaned in rapturous need when she began to work him more quickly, harder and faster, her finger not going any deeper but moving in and out more fully. Chase was wild, desperate, undone.  
    “Jamie, I’m…gonna—gonna come…” He could barely form the words.
    She leaned over again and continued pumping him at the base, wrapping her lips around the very tip of him and stroking her fist up to her mouth and back down. He felt her tongue on his tip, and then she began to suck, hollowing her cheeks. Her hand moved in a blur on his cock, her finger working inside him, her mouth sucking with vacuum force.
    And then he came, a