It seems a little odd to post Part 2 before Part 1 is up, but my life has been a little upside down lately anyway, so it suits me.
Tomorrow the awesome Rock Stars of Romance will have an exclusive Lucas POV scene…Mia and Lucas’s first sexytime in his apartment! The scene below picks up from Mia’s POV right where the scene on Rock Stars leaves off (so this is an excerpt from the book).
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And now, part deux. Where were we…
Oh yes. Right there.
“I think I’m dead,” I said after my body had finally stopped convulsing. “You’ll have to bury me at Père Lachaise next to that president.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should.” My eyes were closed, the silver stars still fading. “God, I didn’t even know an orgasm like that was possible.”
I popped up on my elbows and look at him. The fact that his hair was tousled and his mouth was shiny and wet sent fresh lust careening through me. “And now I want another one. So come here. And leave your pants there.”
He smiled. “This is one time I’m not going to argue with you, princess.”
I watched, biting my bottom lip, as he undressed all the way and pulled back the covers so we could slip between the sheets. Once his warm, naked body was stretched out next to mine, I ran a hand down his chest and stomach and wrapped my fingers around his hot, hard cock. Willing myself to have patience, I went slow at first, planting kisses on his chest, in the crook of his neck, beneath his ear. I sucked his earlobe and pumped my hand up and down his long shaft. “And your body is fucking amazing, and your tongue—don’t even get me started on your tongue.”
“Good, because I can’t keep it off you.” He brought a hand to my hip and slid it up to my breast, squeezing it, teasing my nipple with his fingers. Then he took it in his mouth, biting down with a force just the other side of gentle.
Gasping, I squeezed his flesh a little harder, and he began to thrust into my hand, making me hot with impatience. “God, I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
“Mmm.” He slipped his fingers between my legs, where I was already wet and warm and aching for him.
“Lucas,” I rasped. Now.”
“Shhh.” He plunged his fingers into me with a steady rhythm, sucking on one nipple and then the other until I felt the tension pulling low and tight inside me once more, and I knew if I didn’t stop him, I’d explode again in less than a minute. And it wasn’t that I didn’t want to—but I wanted him inside me first.
“Lucas.” I fell to my back and shimmied beneath him. “Please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Let me get a condom.”
“You have ten seconds.” I shut my eyes. “Nine. Eight…”
By the time I got to one, he was centering himself at my core, and my entire body shivered with anticipation. I couldn’t remember ever having two orgasms in one night, but I believed if anyone could take me there, Lucas could.
“Mia.” Bracing his hands near my shoulders, he pushed slowly inside, and I gasped at the way he stretched and filled me, at the way his unhurried pace allowed me to feel every sensation so fully. It felt so different, so good to have someone willing to take his time. Someone to care about fulfilling my needs, someone who wanted to please me.
Someone who whispered my name in awe as he held himself deep within me.
Actually, I think I did die. Because this feels like heaven.
I turned my face to the side, fighting the urge to climax three seconds after he started circling his hips, grinding his pelvic bone on the spot that had me buzzing and twitching like a live wire.
I’d never been with a musician before, but Jesus Christ…Lucas’s rhythm and timing were fucking phenomenal. Not to mention the way he moved, with perfect control and a muscular, predatory grace.
“Oh my God.” Panting, I ran my hands all over his body, his arms and neck and back, his perfect ass, digging my fingernails into his flesh, my body on fire. “I’m trying so hard not to scream in your ear.”
“I’ll be insulted if you don’t.”
I laughed, and then cried out as he began to thrust harder and faster. A strangled moan sounded at the back of his throat, and I brought my knees up to take him deeper.
“Oh yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, Lucas. Yes. Yes!” With each word, my volume rose, the storm within me raging stronger. “Oh my God! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
And then, the most incredible thing in the world—Lucas’s ragged breaths became pants and then primal sounds and then loud, uncontrollable shouts every time he rocked into me, and I realized it was possible we were going to come together, like at the same time. Like in a fucking book or a movie!
Suspended just before the peak of my orgasm, I willed my body to wait for him, and the few seconds I lingered there were equal parts agony and rapture, such that I nearly wept with the effort. Finally, I could bear it no longer and sailed over the top, screaming his name as I pulled him into me, my face buried in his neck, my body tightening around his.
And it happened. It fucking happened.
Just as the rhythmic contractions of my body subsided, Lucas buried himself deep inside me and I felt his cock begin to throb. He moaned long and hard, his movement reduced to tiny little thrusts that redoubled the strength of my climax. Wave after wave after wave of unspeakable pleasure coursed through my body, and I imagined it coursing through his too, as if we were sharing the same current of sexual electricity. My mouth hung open in utter shock, and stars—no, entire fucking galaxies—exploded in front of my eyes.
Eventually our bodies stilled and our hearts stopped threatening to burst right out of our chests, but I still couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe.
Not only had I just had the best sex of my entire life, including two name-screaming, hair-pulling, sheet-clawing orgasms, but I’d learned something.
The simultaneous O.
Was not. A myth.