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there, tasting her, tracing slow circles with my tongue until she shivered against me.
     
    “Mallet,” she sighed, reaching behind her and threading her fingers through my hair. I loved her like this. She didn’t get self-conscious like other girls; didn’t try to hide herself, silence herself, cover herself. Alexa Riley was strange like that - a jumpy, nervous girl until you either put her onstage or got her in bed.
     
    I was hard already; I rubbed my erection against her ass, making her gasp. “You ready for me, baby?” I breathed against her ear. My hands found their way beneath her shirt and kneaded her breasts beneath her bra - those perfect, fleshy globes that I wanted to bury my face in. I squeezed and lifted them until she was panting and moving with my hands. “You wet for me, Riley?” I asked, and she moaned softly again. She was always so responsive to my words - it was so easy to drive her wild. Or maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s just us together. I pushed that thought away. We were here to have a little fun and to feed a need and that was it.
     
    She pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed, grinning a mischievous grin that I could just make out with the streetlights streaming in through her curtainless window. “Take your shirt off,” she said, biting her lip with anticipation.
     
    I yanked it over my head in one smooth motion and stood before her. She traced my abs with a rough finger, calloused from her years playing the bass. Another quirk that I enjoyed - she was so soft all over but she didn’t have the softest touch. She traced the hard lines of my muscles, leaving tingles everywhere she touched. I inhaled sharply when she placed both palms against my chest. Her lips brushed the skin just below my collarbone, one side and then the other.
     
    Part of me wanted to take over, to flip her onto her back and take her, but I was enjoying this too much. Letting her take control for a while was kind of hot, though it wouldn’t last. Not the way I liked to do things.
     
    Her mouth made it’s way to one of my nipples, and then the other, engulfing them in wet heat. Arousal raged through me, making my breathing ragged. My hands gripped her hair but I slowed myself. Patience.
     
    She pulled me free from my pants. I couldn’t help groaning at the sight of her diminutive hand around my thick erection. I pumped once, watching it slide through her fist, and groaned again. She licked her lips and smiled. Oh, fuck yes. Sometimes she surprised me like that - she showed this uninhibited side, this slight wild streak that I was sure she kept buried in the outside world. She slid the head of my dick between her red lips and I inhaled a ragged breath. Fingers entwined in her hair, barely restraining myself from pulling her closer and plunging myself deeper, I thought mine, and gripped tight. Shit.
     
    It felt incredible - she was so good. She seemed to be enjoying it, too, especially when she drew a grunt or a groan of pleasure from me. She rocked on the edge of the mattress with her own impatience. Knowing her, she was soaked already. My whole body tensed at that thought. I had to have her. I didn’t want to finish like this.
     
    I withdrew with a regretful sigh, taking a step back. She looked up at me with swollen lips. “You’re too fucking good,” I growled, kicking my pants the rest of the way down and away. I attacked her pants next, tearing them and her panties away from her body and hurling them across the room. Giggling, she pulled her shirt and bra up and over her head, revealing those heavy breasts to the moonlight. I crawled over her and buried my face in them, just as I’d wanted to, breathing her in and nuzzling against the soft flesh. She stroked my hair and muttered incoherently.
     
    My fingers found her cleft, so hot and wet and ready for me. She squirmed as I stroked her until I drew another soft moan, another curse, another utterance of my name, before I crawled the rest of the