Filthy Beautiful: A Players Rockstar Romance (Players #2)

by Diamond, Jaine

I squeezed his head, slowly, experimenting, and he groaned.

  “Yeah, Courteney…” he growled. “Just like that.”

  I started working him a little faster, squeezing his head each time. His whole muscular body tensed.

  I sat up and added my other hand, running them both up and down his shaft, squeezing. He rolled onto his back and let me.

  He watched me, his mouth open in silent awe.

  “Court…” he breathed.

  And when he started to come… he groaned and his hips punched up off the bed. I felt the tremor running through him. His cock jerked and swelled in my hand and I felt the deep pulse as the fluid gushed to the head.

  He exploded in several bursts of creamy white, and I just ran my hands up and down his shaft, stroking him. He kept groaning.

  There was come all over my hands and his dick.

  He was so big, his powerful body laid out in front of me, limp and spent. I could feel his heartbeat beating in his dick, in my hands as he grumbled some dirty curse under his breath.

  I just stared down at him.

  There was come on his thigh, on his sexy tattoo.

  Wow.

  Sex was amazing.

  “How soon can we do that again?” I asked him, still holding his dick. It was softening in my hand and I gave him a little squeeze.

  Xander just groaned.

  Chapter Twenty

  Xander

  Jesus Christ. When had sex ever been that amazing?

  I woke up in the morning still thinking about it…

  The best orgasm of my fucking life. Like if I had to pick a favorite, that was the hands-down winner.

  And I didn’t even get to finish inside her.

  Nope. I came in her hands while she knelt beside me, naked and enraptured, like watching me come was the best thing she’d ever seen.

  I wasn’t done with her after that, though.

  I’d played with her some more, made her come again.

  Then she’d fallen asleep. I’d gone to take a shower, sat up for a while as Courteney slept. Thought I’d wake her up at some point for another round… but then I fell asleep next to her.

  I felt her stirring next to me now in the hazy morning light. The curtains were still wide open, but the sky was all cloudy and overcast. It was raining a little.

  I stretched and looked over at her. She was a mess of blonde hair on the pillow… and her naked body sprawled on the sheet. She was lying on her stomach, and my hand went to her ass. I smoothed my hand over her soft skin, then gave her a slow squeeze.

  She turned her head a bit and smiled at me. Her eyes were just opening.

  I rolled toward her. “You cold, babe?” She’d pretty much kicked off all her covers at some point.

  “Mmm. You kept me warm.”

  Then she pushed herself up and crawled over me, sleepily, pressing me down on my back. She sat on top of me, her knees on either side of my hips, just like that night when she came into my room.

  Do you want me to kiss you again?

  I hooked my hand around the back of her neck and pulled her down to me, kissing her now. She rolled her hips, rubbing her pussy against me. I lifted my hips, grinding into her.

  My dick was wide awake and ready to go, and she slithered all over it, working her clit against me as we made out. I groped around for the bedside table and the condoms, taking her with me as I edged over so I could reach.

  I found a condom and lifted her up off my hips a bit so I could put it on. Then she pushed her pussy down on my cockhead faster than I could get into position, eager as hell.

  “Ow,” she said, as she got the angle wrong and my dick poked her awkwardly.

  She was still kissing me, and I murmured, “Easy…” against her lips. I felt her relax as I rubbed my cockhead against her pussy, slowly. I found her opening and shifted my hips, getting in position. Then I pushed up a bit, slipping into her.

  “Right there, baby,” I said. “Push down.”

  She did. She eased her hips down, forcing my dick up into her. She lifted, then pressed down again, squeezing me… Fuck she was tight. She did it a few times, until she was sitting on me. She wriggled her hips a bit.

  “Ohmygod,” she gushed.

  I looked up at her, entranced. Her cheeks were flushed, her pleasure written all over her face.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Yeah… I’m sore. But who cares.”

  “Ride me,” I said. “Just do what feels right.”

  So she did.

  I just lay there, watching and feeling, as she started riding me… slowly rolling her hips to slide up, then back down. I laid my hands lightly on her thighs.

  “Is that good?” she asked.

  “Yeah, baby,” I told her. “Do whatever you like.”

  She fucked me a little harder, faster, then slowed down, experimenting. She dragged her hands over my chest, then squeezed my nipples a little, studying my reactions to everything she did.

  And everything she did was fucking beautiful.

  I drifted my hands up to her tits. I cupped them, squeezed and said, “Come here.”

  She leaned forward until I could snake my tongue around a nipple. She gasped as I sucked her into my mouth. I licked and played with her nipples as she rode me.

  “Feels so good…” she gasped after a while. “Ahh… I want to come with you inside me. I don’t think I can come like this, though…”

  “Sure you can.”

  I slid my hands down her body and grabbed one hip, working her against me a little harder. I slipped my other thumb down over her clit and started massaging her there as I kept sucking on her nipples. She groaned as she rode my dick, my thumb, getting faster and faster—until her whole body started to quiver and shake.

  I felt her pussy spasm on my cock and she cried out… all these raspy, breathy, beautiful sounds, as her whole body shuddered against mine.

  My whole body tensed with the effort of holding back. I just focused on her nipple in my mouth and trying to make her feel good… so I wouldn’t lose it and come yet. In case she wanted more…

  It was a tough battle, but I took a deep, slow breath and managed to hold back.

  Then she sagged against me, panting.

  “How was that?” I whispered when she seemed to catch her breath.

  She peered up at me through her hair. “Your turn,” she whispered with a little grin. Then she kept moving, fucking me.

  She planted her hands on my chest and pushed herself upright. I pumped my hips into her, watching her. She was still panting, practically breathless, but she was giving it her all.

  I grabbed her tits and squeezed, teasing her nipples with my thumbs, and watched her mouth drop open. I let myself go, just letting her body take over. And I felt that sudden agonizing, delicious pressure in my balls, pulling all my focus… and then the eruption—sheer liquid pleasure bursting through me as I blew inside her.

  She kept riding me as I groaned and bucked beneath her—until I stopped her by grabbing her hips.

  “God. Too much…” I groaned, and she giggled.

  She leaned down and kissed me on the forehead as I sighed and went limp. She slid off me and flopped on her stomach next to me, planted her face in the pillow… and giggled again.

  I slapped her butt and gave it a squeeze.

  Then I worked the condom off and dropped it next to me on the bed. Couldn’t be bothered to get up yet.

  I looked at her. She was grinning at me.

  “Better than last night?” I asked her. “Didn’t hurt too much?”

  She propped her head up on her hand. “It hurt, kind of. But… I liked it.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Oh my God,” she breathed. “I fucking loved it.”

  Jesus Christ. This girl was gonna destroy me. My heart was still pounding.

  How was it this fucking good… her first time?

  Well… second time.

  She was still grinning at me. I just lay next to her in the afte
rglow, soaking it up. Courteney Clarke made the whole room glow when she smiled.

  “This is so perfect…” she murmured. I drifted my hand up her back, and she sighed. “We should get married.”

  I fucking froze.

  She burst out laughing. “JUST KIDDING! Oh my God, the look on your face!”

  I stared at her.

  “You totally thought I was gonna be weird about this…” She actually kinda cackled.

  Yup. She was laughing at me.

  I took my hand back.

  “Just chill,” she said, catching her breath. “Wow. No wonder you didn’t want to have sex with me.”

  I relaxed, somewhat.

  “I never said I didn’t want to have sex with you.”

  “Hmmm. Courteney Rush…” she mused, and I scowled at her. “Mrs… Xander… Rush.” Then she burst out laughing again. “Oh my God, YOUR FACE. Quit making that face. I can’t even.”

  I groaned, stretching. “You gonna be done with this anytime soon? I need coffee.”

  “Maybe. If you stop making that face.” She snorted, swallowing her laughter. “You are such a giant baby.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “You’re always giving everyone else a hard time with all the smart-ass comments, making people squirm. It’s totally your thing. You dish it out all over the place, but you can’t take it, Xander Rush.”

  “You’re right. I do prefer giving the hard time.” I punctuated that with a gratuitous hand-pump of my half-limp dick.

  She rolled her eyes, but grinned.

  I rolled toward her, sliding my hand up to her luscious tit and squeezing. “How about I give you that other lesson now…? Fill that mouth of yours. It’s called Blowjobs 101.” I lowered my mouth to her nipple and sucked on it.

  “You wish,” she breathed.

  “I do.”

  “You can’t distract me,” she said, sounding distracted.

  “Mmm,” I murmured, rolling my tongue over her swollen pink nipple as it hardened.

  She brushed her hand through my hair and ran it gently down my neck. “Just… don’t worry so much, okay?” she murmured, her tone suddenly serious.

  I looked up, meeting her eyes. “About what?”

  “What we talked about yesterday. You didn’t do anything wrong here. I’m no angel.”

  “You feel like one…” I kissed her throat, softly.

  “I mean, you don’t need to feel guilty about this, Xan.”

  “Guilty?”

  “Yeah,” she said. “And I’ll tell Cary. So you don’t have to.”

  I stared at her.

  What the fuck…?

  She squirmed. “It would just feel wrong, you know? If we didn’t tell him…” She waited, like she fully expected me to agree, wholeheartedly.

  “Tell him what, exactly?”

  “That we’re, you know, doing this.”

  “Doing what?”

  “You know. This. Like… seeing each other.”

  “We had sex,” I said, very carefully and clearly. “That doesn’t mean we’re seeing each other.”

  She recoiled from me… and I felt this whole gorgeous morning whooshing away, right down the fucking shitter.

  “Well… what would you call it?” she said, all fucking attitude. “I can see you right now. Lying next to me. Without any pants.”

  I sighed. Were we seriously having this conversation?

  Right the fuck now?

  I wasn’t even vertical yet.

  “I mean, maybe I’m just confused,” she went on. “I don’t know all the rules of non-virginhood. You’re the teacher here, right? So teach me, please. Are we just friends? Because I’ve never done that with any of my friends.”

  “Court—”

  “Hey, Xander,” she said, as I started to sit up, “where are your pants? Or do you spoon like that while you sleep, naked, with all your friends?”

  “Sweetheart,” I said, as gently as I could, “it was great. But it really doesn’t mean anything.” Then I got out of bed, swiping my underwear off the floor as I went.

  Courteney sat up, watching me pull them on. “So… it means nothing?” She sat there, naked, and I looked.

  God damn, she was gorgeous.

  Angel didn’t even cover it. The girl was way too sweet and way too pure for a guy like me. I was upsetting her again, and maybe it was inevitable. I didn’t ever want to hurt her, but I couldn’t seem to stop doing it.

  “I didn’t say that.” I started picking up my clothes.

  “You just said that!”

  “I’m saying, it doesn’t mean whatever you think it means.”

  “And what do I think it means?” She got out of bed, angrily. I tried not to watch her tits bounce around, but shit. The girl was fuckable even when she was pissed at me.

  “We had sex,” I said. “That’s all. You want some more, I’d be happy to—”

  “That is not all.” She dug around in her backpack purse and pulled out the panties she hadn’t been wearing last night, and put them on. “Sex isn’t nothing. At least, to normal people it’s not.”

  “So, now I’m abnormal? Because I like to fuck?” I pulled on my shirt. “Having sex is about as normal as it gets, babe. Breathing, eating, sleeping, sex. Normal.”

  “Why do you have to downplay it?”

  “Why do you have to make a big deal out of it?”

  “It’s not a big deal,” she huffed.

  I stepped into my jeans. Her tits were still out, and it was making it a little harder to be pissed at her. “Then stop making it into one, okay?”

  “I’m not! I’m just trying to be honest.”

  “With your brother?” I zipped up. “Bad fucking idea.”

  “Why?” She pulled on her bra, fucking finally. “It’s better to go behind his back?”

  “Cary doesn’t like shit like this.” I headed into the kitchen to look for coffee.

  “Shit like what?” She followed me.

  “Things he can’t control.”

  “He likes me just fine. And he can’t control me.”

  “Yeah? How often he let you inside his studio?”

  Damn. That was below the belt.

  I knew it as soon as the words were out of my mouth.

  Courteney took a deep breath. “Fuck you,” she spat at me. “You don’t know anything.” Then she turned and stormed off.

  I sighed.

  “Just trying to be honest!” I called after her, throwing her words back at her.

  No response.

  I filled the coffee maker with water, then wandered back into the bedroom. She was wiggling into her dress, silently fuming. Possibly cursing my name under her breath.

  “What I know,” I said, calmly, “is that you tell Cary that I just took you to a hotel and fucked your brains out, took your virginity, he’s not exactly gonna break out the champagne.”

  “You didn’t take anything. I gave it to you. And by the way, I’m eighteen. Despite what you think, I’m not a child. My brother’s not gonna be shocked that I had sex.”

  “He’s sure as fuck not gonna like it that you did it with me.”

  “Why?”

  “Uh, I dunno. Let’s see. Maybe because he told me to stay the fuck away from you? Maybe because you’re his little cupcake and I’ll never be good enough for you? Maybe because four years ago he fell in a goddamn hole and got stuck, and in his mind, you might as well still be fourteen. Hard to argue that when you fucking act like it.”

  She snatched up her purse and stomped over to me. “Is this even about him? Or is it about YOU and him?” She poked me in the chest. “That’s it, right? You’re afraid to face him? Tell him how you feel about me?”

  I took a breath. A deep fucking breath. I wasn’t trying to make this shitty for her.

  For either of us.

  But what the fuck did I expect here, really?

  I should’ve known this would happen.

  I should’ve fucking known that all that bullshit she fed
me about It’s not even a big deal and It’s just a sex thing was just that.

  Bullshit.

  “How I feel about you…” I said, flatly. “And how, exactly, do you imagine I feel about you?”

  Her face fell. She sucked in a sharp breath, her bottom lip quivering a bit. “Screw you, Xander. You don’t have to be mean.”

  Then she spun and headed for the door.

  I fucking sighed again. “Where’re you going? You can stay for fucking breakfast.”

  “Nope,” she said, shaking her head as she pulled on her shoes. “If I eat with you right now, I’m just gonna throw up.”

  Mature.

  “Don’t fucking tell him,” I warned her. “You’ll regret it when he shuts you the fuck out again.”

  She spun to face me. “He always shuts me out! What else is new?”

  “I’m telling you, Court. You don’t want to do that.”

  She huffed, pushing her purse onto her shoulder. “Stop telling me what I want. This isn’t even about him anyway. It’s about us.”

  “There is no us, sweetheart,” I said, again as gently as I could. “You wanted to lose your virginity. Well, consider it lost.”

  “Are you kidding me?”

  “I’m not fucking kidding at all.” I held her honey eyes and told her, “I did you a solid, you did me a solid. What more does there have to be to it?”

  She gaped at me. “I did you a solid? What, because I let you put your dick inside me?”

  “Yeah. It’s called sex. You said it yourself. It’s no big deal, right?”

  “Oh. My. God. You don’t even care about me.”

  I sucked in a breath through my teeth, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. “You are such a fucking child.”

  “You are such a fucking pig!”

  She stormed out, yanking the door behind her as she went. It had an anti-slam device that made it whoosh softly closed in her wake.

  Jesus. Christ.

  You do one nice thing for her and she thinks you’re fucking soulmates.

  I stalked back into the kitchen and flicked on the coffee maker.

  Fucking teenagers. The hell was I doing, having sex with one?

  A virgin one.

  One I couldn’t even blow off afterward…

  Major fucking mistake.

  And since when did I say I didn’t care about her? I never said I didn’t care about her.