Playing Me: A Rockstar Romance

by Jenny Lynn

  We settled into our seats and once the engine kicked on I noticed Corinne grip her armrest a bit tighter, pressing her lips together. I took so many flights they didn’t phase me anymore, but she seemed nervous. I rubbed her leg reassuringly.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  She laughed nervously. “I don’t fly much.”

  I slipped her hand into mine and held her, she looked surprised for a split second then relaxed a bit beside me. I stroked my thumb over her hand in small circles as the plane climbed into the sky, then leveled out past the clouds.

  “You did good,” I told her.

  “I guess I’m going to have to get used to flying more often,” she sighed.

  A stewardess came by and offered us drinks. Corinne ordered a vodka cranberry and I asked for another scotch. With a fresh drink in my hand, I relaxed in my seat for the short flight we had in front of us. Now for a way to pass the time. I turned in my seat and looked at Corinne, absorbed in her book again.

  “What are you reading about now?” I asked, touching a strand of her soft hair and running it through my fingers.

  She smiled but kept her eyes on her book. “Groupies. Something I’m sure you’re familiar with Archer.”

  “Groupies? Hmm… don’t think I’ve got any of those,” I teased.

  She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right.”

  “You could be my groupie if you want to be,” I whispered in her ear then nipped her earlobe. “I’m always game for a bit of roleplay.”

  “Oh really?” she said with a smile. “And what does a groupie do, throw their underwear at you?”

  I laughed. “Sure, but you don’t have the stones for that.”

  “Excuse me?”

  I rubbed her leg. “No offense, but you’re too sweet to do anything like that.”

  “Mmm hmm. You’re probably right Archer. Could you excuse me for a second?’

  “Sure.”

  She stood up and squeezed past me, giving me a great view of her curvy ass, as she walked down the aisle. That girl's body was my new obsession. I slipped on a pair of headphones and leaned back in my seat listening to Arcade Fire and sipping scotch, slipping into relaxation. I didn’t know why I felt I owed Blake anything, I shouldn’t be on this flight. I shouldn’t be on my way to Chicago to attend some benefit and pretend we were one big happy family. But with Corinne by my side, I could do it.

  Something dropped into my lap as Corinne slipped past me and lowered herself into her seat. She picked up her book casually and started to read again while I glanced down. On my lap were a pair of black lace panties. I picked them up and arched an eyebrow at her, grinning.

  “Corinne, you are full of surprises,” I said shaking my head.

  “Archer, you have no idea,” she replied with a coy smile.

  I shoved her underwear into my pocket then ran a finger up her leg to the hem of her skirt.

  “So you’ve got nothing on underneath there?” Shit, I was getting hard. This woman really got me going.

  “Mmm hmmm,” she nodded, returning to her book.

  I groaned and leaned back in my seat. This flight just got interesting, but I was going to be able to think of nothing else until this plane landed and I could get her somewhere alone. This was torture. This was foreplay. This was hot as fuck.

  I drank my scotch then ordered another, listening to music and willing the plane to go faster. Corinne casually crossed and uncrossed her legs every once in a while, toying with her necklace and biting her lip while she read. It was driving me crazy.

  “You’re going to get it once we get off this plane,” I warned her, whispering in her ear.

  “And in the meantime, you have to behave yourself,” she replied, then shifted in her seat so her skirt inched up a bit showing off more skin. I ran my hand over my face and through my hair, sexual frustration building up in me and driving me crazy.

  I was tapping my foot, trying to lose myself in music but constantly drawn to the seductive siren in the seat beside me, teasing me with every gesture and movement, knowing she was completely exposed under the flimsy fabric. Knowing I had her flimsy lace underwear tucked away in my pocket.

  When the seatbelt sign came on and we were ready for descent I reached over.

  “Let me get that for you,” I kissed her cheek. As I tightened the belt I skimmed my fingers between her legs getting a surprised little gasp from her lips as a reward. I smirked as I sat back in my seat. Soon we would be on the ground, and I was going to bury myself balls deep inside her the first chance I got.

  The plane landed and I stood to retrieve our bags, slinging them over my shoulder and grabbing her hand in mine. We whipped through the airport and she rushed to keep up the pace with me. Outside there were limos waiting, I headed for the first one and dropped our bags reaching into my wallet and handed him a thousand dollars, cash.

  “The Peninsula hotel,” I told him, then dropped my voice. “Privacy screen up, and drive around until I tell you to stop.”

  The man looked from me to the cash in his hand, then nodded. He knew the drill.

  “Yes sir,” he said, then opened the door for Corinne. She slipped in and I followed her as our bags were placed in the back. As soon as the driver got into the car he raised the privacy screen obstructing us from his view and pulled out onto the road. I pulled Corinne’s underwear from my pocket, dangling them on my finger and shaking my head at her.

  “That wasn’t fair,” I told her. “I was tempted to fuck you right there in your seat, then we both would have been arrested when we landed.”

  “Good thing you were able to practice self-restraint,” she smiled sweetly.

  “Not anymore,” my voice was a growl as I pushed her back against the seat and yanked up her skirt. My hands immediately plunged between her legs as I slid in a finger and started to curl it inside her. She was already wet, soft and ready for me. Good. I wasn’t going to be able to wait long this time, the past few hours had driven me half out of my mind.

  She arched her back and moaned as I fingered her tight slit, then I put pressure on her clit with my thumb. I closed my mouth over hers and felt her moan against my lips as I slipped my tongue over hers. I moved from her lips to her neck, yanking her shirt up and sucking on her perky tits while I massaged her with my fingers. She was writhing against me, wet and ready. I couldn’t wait another second.

  I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock free, retrieving a condom from my wallet then ripping it open with my teeth. One of these days I was going to fuck her without one, when we were both ready. For now I slid it over my aching hot length then without so much as a warning I shoved into her.

  Corinne gasped and held onto me, wrapping her legs around my waist. I wasn’t slow, I wasn’t gentle. This was a rough fuck, this was raw desire after being driven half out of my mind with lust. As I rammed into her over and over again I rubbed her clit. She braced herself with her hands against the door to stop her head from banging against the wall while I screwed her brains out.

  Her lips were red, her face flushed, as her breathing became rapid. I didn’t let up on her sensitive little clit, flicking her while I slammed inside her as deep as I could go. Her eyes went wide and she cried out my name, I lowered my head and trapped her lips with mine while she screamed into my mouth, muffling her cries as she came hard.

  I didn’t let up, I gave her everything I had, a nice rough fuck. I was close, so close, and I gripped her ass tight while I slid in and started to shudder. The build up our entire flight then our rush through the airport, the anticipation made the release so good. I growled and moaned as I shoved in a few final times, leaning forward so that our foreheads were touching. We were both breathing hard, our bodies on fire, clinging to each other.

  “You should punish me more often,” Corinne said breathlessly.

  “Count on it,” I whispered in her ear, kissing her soft neck.

  Chapter Twenty

  Corinne

  Archer made me do things I never
thought I would do. He woke something up in me, something new and exciting, and I was addicted. I loved how I felt when I was with him, how it felt to give my body over to him then accept wave after wave of pleasure. He knew exactly what he was doing, dominating my body with skill and expertise. After our spontaneous session in the back of the limo, we smoothed out our clothes and made ourselves presentable.

  “Can I have my underwear back?” I asked Archer after adjusting my skirt.

  He shook his head. “They were a gift from you, and I’m keeping them.”

  “Fine,” I rolled my eyes. “I have more in my luggage.”

  “If you decided not to wear underwear the rest of our trip I wouldn’t stop you.”

  I shoved him playfully and he chuckled, then tapped on the divider. It lowered a crack.

  “We’re ready to go to the hotel,” Archer told the driver.

  “Yes sir,” the man replied then the divider went back up.

  My cheeks flushed at the reminder there was someone else in the car. He knew exactly what we had done in the back seat. Archer held my hand as we made a few turns, then the limo parked. We headed out and the driver emerged to get our luggage, handing them to Archer. Archer reached into his pocket, gave the man a tip, then carried our bags to the desk.

  “Archer Evans,” the woman at the desk said in recognition as we walked up.

  “I booked a suite,” he told her.

  The woman tapped at her keyboard, nodding, then retrieving a key.

  “You’ve booked our Water Tower Suite, if you head up everything will be ready for your stay. We also have our wellness spa and pool available to you during your stay. Enjoy Mr. Evans.”

  “Thanks,” Archer took they keys and carried our bags towards the elevator, telling the bellman he could manage our overnight bags. Up the elevator Archer had his arm around my waist, drumming his fingers on my hip and holding me close. When the doors opened the suite was just on the left, we opened the door and I gasped.

  The view of the Chicago skyline through the large windows was breathtaking. We walked into a marble reception area, past a sitting room then a dining room until I located a lavish bedroom with a four poster king bed.

  “This place is amazing,” I said as I took everything in.

  “We have time before the gala tonight, why don’t you change into your bathing suit and we can go for a swim? Maybe get a couple of massages?”

  “That sounds great,” I sighed, rubbing my neck.

  I opened my bag and hung up my gown for tonight the record label had sent over for me, a long gold Versace dress with beading. I found my bathing suit and started to undress while Archer stripped from his clothes and pulled on a pair of black swim trunks from his bag.

  “Green looks good on you,” he nodded towards my halter top bikini.

  I took a moment to admire his smooth chest, all tight skin and hard muscle. His body was incredible, like a sculpture, and I loved when he showed me over and over again just what it was capable of.

  “Come on,” Archer took my hand and we went to the spa. He booked a couple’s massage in an hour then led me to the pool. I had never seen anything so spectacular. Soaring windows stretched twenty feet high letting sunlight fill the space. Lush potted plants were dotted through the space and there were seating areas around a blue tiled pool. As I slid a foot into the water to test the temperature I was relieved to find it refreshing but not cold. It was empty except for an older couple seated and reading magazines on lounge chairs.

  “That’s not how you get into a pool,” Archer told me.

  Without warning he grabbed me then jumped, I yelped as we both flew in the air then splashed into the water. When we broke the surface I was stunned and he was laughing. I splashed him and he grinned, treading water and holding me in his arms.

  “You’re crazy!” I gasped, unable to stop a smile from finding my lips.

  “You make me crazy,” he answered, then kissed me.

  I pushed off him then started to swim, loving the weightless feeling of floating through the crystal clear water. It reminded me of swimming with my sister in Florida when we were younger. I tried to remember the last time I had been in the water, it had been ages. There weren’t many places in New York to go for a swim, not the kind of places I visited or could afford at least. Archer’s lifestyle was so unlike my own, but my future was also changing quickly. I couldn’t wait to hear the professional recordings of my songs that were being produced, but with excitement there was also fear. What if no one liked me? What if I failed?

  “Where did you go?” Archer swam up beside me. “You look lost in thought.”

  “I’m just thinking about my album, and wondering if anyone will like it.”

  “People are going to love you,” Archer assured me. He seemed so certain.

  “How do you deal with the pressure?”

  “I’m not going to sugarcoat it, criticism is hard. But the people who doubt me push me to do better, to be more creative. At the end of the day you need to make music because a part of you really wants to put something out in the world. Because you love it. Fuck everything else.”

  “I wish I could be as confident as you are.”

  “I had years of practice to get to be this much of an asshole,” he winked at me.

  “Now that I know you better, you’re not what I expected.”

  Archer looked serious all of a sudden.

  “I put up a lot of walls Corinne. I saw how my dad treated women, how he cycled through wives growing up. As soon as I started to get attached to a step-mother, he grew tired of her and replaced her. It taught me never to get close to anyone, and for a long time women were just a fun way to blow off steam.”

  “What changed?”

  Archer came closer, treading water inches from my face.

  “I met you.”

  He pulled me towards him and kissed me. I held onto his muscular shoulders, his bare chest pressed against me as the water lapped our skin. I didn’t understand why he chose me or what he saw in me, but I was glad he trusted me enough to open up to me. When he broke the kiss I ran my hands through his hair and looked him in the eyes.

  “You’re not your father, Archer.”

  He looked so broken, like he wanted to believe me but couldn’t.

  “You’re not,” I repeated.

  An attendant called us from the side of the pool, it was time for our massages. Then we would need to get ready for the gala, and I would finally come face to face with the man who did this much damage to his only son.

  ***

  The massage felt heavenly, working every muscle in my body until I was in a near-trance from the relaxation. If I didn’t already feel amazing, Archer following me into the shower once we got into our suite and screwing me against the cool glass wall made my entire body quiver. I could barely stand afterward to wash and condition my hair.

  Wrapped in a towel I dried off then styled my hair, turning my attention to my makeup. Archer didn’t take long to get ready, he was already wearing his custom tuxedo and watching the news in the next room giving me time and space to prepare. I wanted to look good for him tonight.

  When I emerged from the bathroom, I walked past Archer for the bedroom and glanced at him. He was enjoying a drink, turning his attention briefly from the screen to wink at me as I passed by. I smiled, I still couldn’t believe I was here with him. That he was such an amazing man, and that we were together. I never expected this, but it just proved that the best things in life are unexpected.

  I slipped into my dress, letting the luxurious fabric drape over my skin. I had never worn the types of expensive dresses I had since I was signed to the label. It was like being in a fairy tale, wearing a gown to meet my dark prince.

  I walked out of the bedroom, ready to go. When Archer saw me he switched off the tv and walked over.

  “Corinne, you look stunning.”

  “You don’t look so bad yourself Archer,” even in heels I needed to lift myself to pres
s a kiss against his lips. He looked gorgeous in his tuxedo, classic yet stylish and disarmingly handsome. I could stare at him forever. He smiled and leaned forward, whispering in my ear.

  “If you keep looking at me like that, we’re never going to leave for the gala.”

  I bit my lip as a shiver ran through my body.

  “Come,” he told me as he took my hand and led me through the door. He had a limo waiting for us downstairs, the driver opened the door for us when we approached and we slid inside.

  The mood between us was heavy, no longer playful as we drove through the streets of Chicago. I knew he was tense about seeing his father, and I held onto his hand reassuringly. I would be there for him tonight, I would be strong for him and be whatever he needed me to be.

  We arrived at the Aragon Ballroom and stepped out onto the red carpet, past photographers into the venue. There were a few whispers and people pointing at me, it made me self-conscious but I was trying to get used to this kind of attention. It wasn’t going to be something I could avoid.

  “How are things with Archer, Corinne?” one paparazzi shouted at me from the sidelines, camera at eye level. In response I smiled and slipped my hand into Archer’s, continuing on towards the doors with him.

  Once we were inside, there was soft jazz music playing in the background. I noticed the band in the corner filling the space with music. We walked on, through the people mingling in groups, until I felt Archer’s arm stiffen under my touch.

  An older man, handsome with severe features, walked towards us trailed by a blonde woman with a generous amount of cleavage. The man clapped Archer on the back.

  “You made it,” he said with a shark’s smile and cold eyes.

  “I told you I would, Blake.”

  This was him, Archer’s father. The monster himself.

  “Well now, who is this enchanting creature?” The way Blake looked me over made my skin crawl and bile rise in the back of my throat. Archer put his arm around my waist and held me close.