Until Korry (PULSETUNES ROCK GODS Book 4), page 25
After that first taste, Korry swiftly stripped my panties off, spread my legs wide and buried his face between them. My hips bucked off the bed and rolled against his mouth as he feasted hungrily on me, like he was a starving man. Due to his expertise, I lost track of all time and it only felt like seconds before a sudden, brain-melting orgasm tore through me, leaving me feeling euphoric and breathless.
After I came, he stood and ran his hand through his hair. “Do I need condoms?” he asked, his brows pinched in a line as he studied me carefully.
I wasn’t sure if he was asking if I was on birth control or whether he was unsure that I would have sex with him. I went with the latter.
“Yeah.”
He flashed me a smile that lit up his face and it confirmed my suspicions that he’d needed the green light. “You’re sure?” I nodded.
As he left to get a condom, my wet core ached to be filled and my heartbeat raced in anticipation, yet my head began to fuck with me about doing the right thing. Fortunately, Korry had wasted no time and the moment I saw him back at the bedroom door, I let my worries slide.
To hell with what comes next, Bernadette Cassidy. You want this as much as he does.
CHAPTER 53
KORRY
As I rolled the condom over my cock, I glanced warily toward Bernadette and my heart somehow shifted in my chest. The trust in her eyes almost slayed me and it took me a few seconds to catch my breath.
Usually, by the time I was about to enter a woman, I could have cared less what she thought. But with Bernadette, I was mindful that she might feel that it would be the end of the connection we shared after we had sex. This wasn’t just sex for her. She was risking everything for this intimacy, and her consent mattered to me.
Climbing onto the bed, I caged her in with all four limbs, my elbows by her head and my mouth only inches from hers. “Before we do this, I want you to know that this isn’t the end of us, nor me just taking what I want. We’re moving up a level, right?”
Relief swarmed in her eyes. She closed them briefly before she looked up at me again. “You don’t need to …”
I kissed her, closing out her doubts, and a small whimper of need caught in her throat. I had never been much of a fan of kissing women, probably because I almost viewed it as more intimate than sex. That might sound strange to some, but my dick was always wrapped, whereas my tongue wasn’t. However, with Bernadette, I could have happily kissed her all day.
My cock ached, reminding me of the tight restraint of the condom and I positioned it, after checking her entrance was still ready to receive me. She was so slick and wet that I couldn’t resist sliding two fingers inside and sucking them off again.
Bernadette’s face flushed and she covered it with a hand. “Don’t do that. I need to see you,” I demanded. She moved her hands to my hips as I swept my cock down her entrance. Instantly her breath hitched, and she held it. “Breathe, sweetheart. Here I come.”
She was ball-breakingly tight as I inched my way in. “Relax,” I grumbled as I chewed my bottom lip in concentration, trying not to come.
“Right,” she said, huffing out a breath and moving her head from side to side like a boxer getting ready to fight.
It made me laugh and I thrust forward a little until she winced. “Shit, am I hurting you?”
“You’re just bigger than the other guys I’ve been with,” she said, her tone strained.
“Good to know. I think I might keep you around, Bernadette Cassidy. You’re great at fanning my ego,” I admitted as I inched forward again, and my smile died on my lips. When I bottomed out, I laid my forehead on her shoulder and caught my breath. She felt so warm, wet and tight, and with all the mental foreplay that had gone on previously, I feared I wouldn’t last more than a few minutes.
“I feel like you’re going to split me apart,” she whispered, her body tense.
“Do you want me to pull out?” I asked, praying she
said no.
“No!” she mumbled quickly. “Maybe go slow to start?”
I chuckled. “I don’t think I can do anything else because if I tried to fuck you, I think I’d match that two-pump chump you told me about. I’m beginning to relate to what he felt.”
She chuckled, and I felt her relax as she gazed into my eyes. Lust and desire swirled in hers and I took the time to enjoy the adoring look she gave me.
After a few moments I began to move, and slowly we found our rhythm and she felt incredible in my arms.
“God, that feels sooo good,” she mumbled, with her brows furrowed in concentration as she clung to me. The moment she began clawing at me with her legs wound around my waist, her comment about climbing me came to mind and I chuckled.
“What?” she asked, concerned.
“Are you climbing me, Bernadette Cassidy?” I teased, without breaking my stride.
“Maybe,” she admitted, biting back a smile until the same crease between her brows came back and chewing her lip became a concentration thing again.
“Oh, Korry,” she muttered as her body trembled from head to toe, before convulsing rhythmically over and over until her orgasm petered out.
Thankfully, I lasted longer than I’d initially anticipated for being drunk, but barely long enough for Bernadette to come again just ahead of me.
Once we’d fallen over the edge, laid spent and breathless, I pulled her into me and held her tight, our legs intertwined. A few minutes later I heard her breathe even and heavy, and I realized she’d fallen asleep. Instead of moving, I waited, listening to her breathing and enjoying the scent of her next to me, until she woke again.
“Sorry, did I fall asleep?” she mumbled, peeling herself away from me. She turned and lay on her back beside me but didn’t say anything else. I rolled off the bed, headed into her bathroom and disposed of the condom. Using a washcloth, I freshened up before heading back to her bed.
“Am I okay to get back in?” I asked.
“You don’t need to do that,” she replied quietly.
“To do what?”
“I’m a big girl …” she began.
“That’s not true, you’re extremely tight. And I’m a big boy,” I argued playfully. “Do you want me to get back into bed or would you rather I went to my own room?”
“If you really want—”
“For fuck’s sake, Bernadette. I’d rather snuggle up if it’s okay with you,” I blurted out, cutting her weak attempt at diplomacy off.
“Then snuggling it is,” she muttered, smiling.
I climbed on the bed, settled down beside her and she turned away from me. I immediately spooned against her, wanting to keep her close.
Sleep was only seconds away when she cleared her throat. “So … what happens tomorrow?”
“Hm?”
“I mean, how am I going to face everyone?”
I chuckled. “Nobody’s gonna know.”
“They’re going to know,” she insisted.
“How will they know?” I asked, laughing. “Are you going to be standing in the mixing room with a bag of peas between your legs?”
She giggled. “Stop it. And I’m not drinking with you again. You’re turning me into an alcoholic.”
I laughed. “No, I’m not. I’ve seen you drink before. You can keep up with the best of us.”
“Yeah, I can,” she reluctantly agreed. “But I make terrible decisions when I’ve been drinking.”
“Do you think this was one of them?”
“Maybe … fuck, no. In this case the alcohol gave me the Dutch courage to go after what I wanted.”
I laughed. “What you’re saying is you needed to get drunk to sleep with me.”
“No, I had to be drunk to believe you really wanted to have sex with me.”
“Well, I did, and I do. I’m lying here thinking I’d love to do it again,” I said, laughing. “But I guess you must feel sore and right now I doubt my dick is up for the job. Grab some rest. It’s way late and I need to get my run in before we head to the studio.”
“Are you going past Walmart?” she mumbled sleepily.
“Can do, why?”
“Bring back an icepack … or a packet of peas … either should do the job,” she joked.
Raff stood at the door of my apartment with his hair looking as if it hadn’t seen a comb in days. “What do you want these for?” he asked, handing me the bag of peas I’d texted him to bring me before our morning run.
I shrugged. “No fucking idea. Bernadette asked where she would get some around here. I don’t know what she wants them for,” I lied. Bending down, I tied my running shoes and sent him to call the elevator up. Grabbing the chef’s pen, I scribbled a note, snuck in and placed them on her bed.
Pussy First Aid Kit.
Good morning. I searched the instructions on the back, but there aren’t any instructions about placing these between your thighs. I’m sure you’ll work it out. K x
“Elevator’s here,” Raff called out.
“Shh, Bernadette’s still asleep. Come on, it’ll be a shorter run this morning, I’m beat.”
CHAPTER 54
BERNADETTE
My cell phone alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. I turned over in bed and buried my head under my pillow. The ache between my legs reminded me what had happened the night before and my eyes flew wide open. “Shit,” I mumbled out loud.
Glancing at the dent in the other pillow, I was both relieved and disappointed that Korry wasn’t still beside me. I sat up reminding myself that he would be on his usual morning run, and I instantly felt less anxious that he hadn’t just abandoned me.
As I began getting out of bed, I noticed a note and a plastic Walmart bag lying at the bottom on the comforter. “What the …?” I said, laughing heartily when I opened the bag and saw the huge bag of peas. Thinking Korry was back, I opened my bedroom door and went in search of him, to challenge him about his joke and became confused when he still wasn’t back yet.
I wondered if he’d found the peas in the freezer, although that didn’t explain the bag. And I was almost certain the chef wouldn’t have put them there. He wouldn’t have shopped in Walmart either. The man sent me never-ending lists of exotic ingredients which I ordered online, and these were either delivered to his home, or to our apartment.
Confused about where Korry had gotten them, I explained this away by him calling someone at the front reception in the building and arranging to have these brought up to him. I smiled that he’d gone to that effort. It wasn’t flowers, but the peas were far more personal.
I had showered, dressed and was sipping a cup of coffee by the kitchen counter when Korry came back, this time with the chef in tow.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he said, sounding a little breathless as he wandered over to me and gave me a peck on the lips. “Did you get the gift I left on the bed for you this morning?” he asked, grinning.
My worried eyes flicked in the chef’s direction, and I felt my stupid face burn again.
“I did, thank you. It was very thoughtful.” I tried not to laugh as he went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.
Once he’d closed the door, he came and stood beside me. Flipping the unopened water bottle over and over. Catching it as he spoke, he asked, “Heard anything from Donnie today?”
I shook my head, wary of the dark mood he had gotten into the day before at Donnie’s suggestion. “Not a word. But Levi’s keen to finish the album so that he can have me arrange Las Vegas.”
“That’ll be fun. I can’t wait,” Korry muttered as he headed toward his bedroom. “The only thing that could ruin it is if Trinnie doesn’t say yes.” Leaving me with that thought, he headed to the shower.
The rest of Thursday was busy for the band with the guys staying in the studio late into the night, to perfect a song Levi had written the night before. As we’d been awake for most of the night before, once Korry saw me yawning through the booth window, he stopped what they were doing, opened the booth door, and suggested Raff take me home.
Waking to an empty bed on Friday morning had me doubting my choices again. I was unsure whether I had the right to feel disappointed that Korry had come home at some point and gone back to his own bed. I was further confused when Korry appeared distracted and wasn’t engaging much with me.
On the way to the studio that day, I was busy doing some admin for the band, but I couldn’t help becoming aware that Korry was texting a lot. A few times he had a quiet chuckle to himself, and I was dying to know who was on the other end of that text conversation.
I tried to tell myself that if it was anything involving me, he would tell me, but when he put his cell back in his pocket and folded his arms, my paranoia set in. I reminded myself that Korry had lots of friends and it could be any one of them.
A pending trip to Las Vegas, along with a groveling apology from Donnie to Korry, brought a level of motivation beyond anything I’d seen from the band in the past.
Donnie was impressed with the speed of the progress they made, but I believed their hyperfocus was likely due to the excuse Levi had given them to party in sin city.
It was inspiring to see track after track become note perfect under Perry’s skillful production with each track being nailed in only a few attempts.
They had worked four, ten-hour days, and by the end of that, Screaming Shadows were only two tracks away from completing their latest album. The guys figured they’d be the two hardest tracks to nail, so they’d left those until the end to factor in more time for them.
The moment Perry said they were done for the day, Levi, Jude and Deakon were out of the recording studio like it was on fire.
I couldn’t blame them as Esther, Trinnie and Sadie had all arrived at various points during the day. Each of them had checked in with me to let me know their transport had picked them up from the airport and Esther, Trinnie and their children were now settled at Jude’s apartment, while Sadie was waiting for Deakon at his rental house.
Greg made his excuse about having a date and quickly followed them, as Korry took a seat on a couch and began texting someone again. I don’t know why but it irritated me. I checked my cell phone for Raff’s signal. When he was done, he stood and shoved it in his jeans pocket.
“Can you try to arrange a charter for me as soon as you can? I need to fly down to Ormond.” I glanced toward Perry who had looked toward us as he was packing up to leave.
“Right,” I replied, unsure what that meant, since it was only the day after we’d slept together. “Sure,” I snapped, sounding efficient.
“I need to sort some shit out,” he explained without disclosing anything.
“I understand,” I said, nodding a little too keenly, while my heart sank to my stomach in disappointment. His request came so out of left field that my breath caught in my throat. I was woefully unprepared for what I believed was his gentle letdown, even though I’d anticipated all along that this may happen.
“No, I can see you don’t, Bernadette. I was hoping we could spend the weekend together here, but there’s stuff I need to deal with in person. I was going to ask if you wanted to come with me.” He let his invitation sink in for a minute and when I hadn’t replied, he smiled and raised a brow. “I mean, we are supposed to be dating. Why would I go off and leave my beautiful woman alone.”
“Transport’s ready,” Raff said, popping his head around the door. “I did try to text you, but you didn’t respond.” After he said this, I vaguely remembered my cell phone had chimed, but I’d been too distracted by Korry’s request to acknowledge it fully and respond. “By the way, Bernadette, what did you need that packet of peas for this morning? It’s got me intrigued,” Raff asked.
I choked back a breath and coughed when I saw a grin spread on Korry’s face. “Soup,” I choked out quickly. “It’s a new diet I’m trying. I want to make pea soup.” Korry chuckled and I turned my back on him.
“Ew, don’t peas give you flatulence?” he asked, pulling a face. “Probably just as well you’re sleeping on your own. You must be desperate if you’re trying something like that. But, for the record, you’re a stunning, curvy girl, you don’t need to go on a diet.”
Korry laughed and then coughed when I glared at him over my shoulder. “Alright, let’s go. By the way, Raff’s right in what he says. Don’t go eating those peas. Your figure is perfect. Don’t you dare lose weight. If you want to look after your health perhaps you should come running with us in the mornings.”
“I’d rather take my chances of breaking wind in the comfort of my own space, than run around in public, heaving for breath with a bright purple face.”
“Okay, pea soup it is. But you’ve got to promise, if you start eating that shit, you need to swear to walk downwind of us,” Korry joked.
Once we were safely in the transport, I tried to arrange a charter flight for us. “7:30 p.m.? And that’s the only one free? Hold please?” I advised the flight desk.
“It’s Friday and there’s only one pilot with enough flying time left, but he needs to get back to New York later this evening. His daughter’s getting married tomorrow.”
“We’ll take it,” Korry agreed, leaning forward to instruct the driver to take us straight to the airport.
“We don’t have any clothes,” I mumbled.
“You won’t need clothes this weekend,” he mumbled suggestively. I glared wide-eyed and nodded toward the back of Raff’s head. “Blaire’s at the house. You sent her all those outfits,” he said, reminding me. “I’m sure she’ll have something to fit you.”
“Korry, she’s like a size zero, I’m a ten.”
“I always thought she was a bit on the skinny side. Then order some shit now and have it sent to the house in the morning.” Sitting back in his seat like he didn’t have a care in the world, it reminded me who I was dealing with and when you had as much money as Korry, nothing was much of a problem.
