Heavy Metal Heart: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance

by Fields,Annette

  His fingers teased the entrance to her dripping slit, rubbing her engorged lips and staying just away from her clitoris. He wanted her so wet she'd make a puddle on the couch. He wanted her trembling, crying, begging to be fucked mercilessly so she could come all over his thick, rigid cock. It was all he could do to not throw her on the couch and fuck her brainless as soon as he saw her standing there in her tight black dress.

  This was it. This was who he was meant to conquer tonight. He knew in the back of his mind she would find him, and be waiting for him again. He knew that sending her money would get a reaction. She showed him in the hotel room that she was a proud, strong woman who wouldn't let that shit slide. And now here she was, gorgeous and powerless in his arms.

  She moaned and writhed her hips against his fingers, her body undulating like a beautiful wave.

  That's right, love. Give that sweet pussy what it wants.

  Torsten kissed where her neck and shoulder connected, slowly moving to her collarbone as he pulled the strap of her dress down her shoulder. He never let up the pressure of his other hand between her legs, his fingers slick with her juices.

  Helena tried to clamp her legs shut. He felt the coiled up tension in her body, desperate for a release, but he was nowhere to close to giving it to her yet. He forced her legs open, positioning his knees between hers. His adamant cock felt ready to burst through his pants, but he had to make himself wait, too. To torture her with pleasure, he'd have to torture himself a little too.

  He pulled Helena's dress down further to expose her luscious, heaving breasts and tore his mouth away from her collarbone for a moment to admire them.

  “My God, Helena. You are divine,” he rasped at her. He kissed her deeply on the mouth again, freeing both hands to embrace her gorgeous tits with his fingers. Her nipples were already rock hard, he found, as he gently pinched and rolled his fingers over them. Each little pinch elicited a small squeal from her into his mouth.

  He lifted the hem of her dress above her hips and brought his mouth to the delicate crest of her right hipbone. He took the edge of her panties in his teeth and started to drag them down.

  “Torsten...,” she panted.

  He paused and looked up at her. “Shall I stop?” he asked before planting a small kiss just inside her thigh. His eyes dared her to defy him, dared her to refuse this pleasure she'd never felt before.

  Her ravishing torso heaved with her deep breaths. Her face was flushed red with a pained expression, her mouth hanging delicately open. Torsten felt his cock swelling and he smiled to himself. She was so desperate to come, she was putty in his hands.

  “No... Please don't stop,” she pleaded.

  “That's my girl,” he growled as he gripped her panties with his teeth again. The words came out of his mouth before his brain caught up, but it was true. In this moment at least, she belonged completely to him.

  His mouth dragged her panties to her knees, where he finished removing them with his hands, but his mouth remained attached to the smooth skin of her beautiful leg. He wanted to taste, touch, and explore every inch of her luscious curves before penetrating her hot, waiting pussy. Agonizingly slowly, he kissed his way down. First the side of her knee, then her shapely, taut calf muscle, then her ankle, and then finally he kissed her foot and her toes.

  Because he belonged to her too. He saw how pained she was in his hotel room. She needed pleasure more than anyone, his pleasure. From the moment he saw her, his sole existence was to please her. To ravish her body and make her feel like a whole woman again. If kissing her feet made her come, he'd spend the whole night doing just that.

  Yes, he’d tell her the truth about Lars. Fuck him and his manipulating, secretive ways. He had no loyalty to that bastard anymore. At some point after this, he’d sit down with Helena, fully clothed even, and get it all out in the open. She would know without a doubt what a scumbag her ex was. Maybe he would even share a little of past with her. For some reason, he cared about what she thought of him. And he didn’t want to be a scumbag in her eyes.

  Pleasure and orgasms first. Difficult conversations later.

  As he gazed up at her soaking, inviting vulva, he knew exactly what he needed to do to bring her to ecstasy. Torsten couldn't take it anymore. He had a ravenous hunger for that decadent, quivering pussy and needed to feast.

  Chapter 11

  Helena

  Helena's entire body felt aflame and her skin almost painfully sensitive. Every touch from Torsten consumed her and made her more desperate for a release. She never felt this powerless to a man's touch before, and yet she felt like a goddess.

  He literally kissed my feet!

  She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Torsten's massive bulge in his pants ready to be freed, but he never touched himself once. His hands and his mouth worshiped her, yet exploited every tender spot on her body until she trembled underneath him.

  He licked and kissed in such painfully slow circles around her vulva, lapping up at her wetness with an insatiable thirst. The more he teased and avoided her clit, the wetter and more desperate she became.

  “Please,” she begged breathlessly, and he smiled wickedly up at her.

  Helena gasped as he finally parted her folds with two fingers and eased them inside her.

  “Oh fuck, you're so tight,” he told her, barely above a whisper.

  Her inner walls hugged his fingers as he pressed them upward and stroked firmly.

  “Oh, god!” Helena cried out and arched her back as his fingers filled her. She was on the edge of bliss but needed more, so much more.

  His mouth sealed a kiss over her clitoris as his tongue finally pressed against that hard, unforgiving button. His fingers continued to stroke the inside of her pussy while pressing against her top wall.

  Helena cried out louder, not caring who heard. Tears welled in her eyes as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, bucking her hips against Torsten's mouth and hand. The pressure built higher still, she was about to explode.

  And then he stopped.

  Helena opened her eyes, dazed and panting. Torsten had the cockiest of cocky grins on his face as he began unzipping his pants, far too slowly.

  “Come on, please!” she begged.

  “Please, what?” he asked in that cocksure tone. Fucking hell, he was infuriating.

  “Please make me come! I need to come.” She reached down to her clitoris. She rarely touched herself, but right then she was a bomb about to explode.

  Torsten grabbed her hand and pinned it to her side. Her pulse quickened beneath his grip. His icy eyes stared into hers with a playful arrogance.

  “What do you want me to do?” he asked, keeping her pinned with one hand and sliding his pants to his knees with the other.

  She gazed at his thick, veined cock with a hunger she never felt for a man before. She wanted nothing more than for that thing to ruthlessly destroy her. It pulsed and dripped with pre-come and she knew how badly Torsten wanted it too. He'd been holding himself back this whole time while teasing her into a frenzy.

  “Fuck me,” she commanded him. “I need you to fuck me and make me come with that big cock of yours.” Holy shit, where did those words come from?

  Torsten dropped to his forearms, draping his chiseled body over hers. Helena seared her torso to his and slid her hands across the taut muscles of his back. He lowered his mouth to hers as he kicked his pants off completely. She drew in a sharp breath and bit down on his lip as she felt the firm tip of his glans gently kiss her southern lips.

  She tore her mouth from his. “Fuck me, already,” she moaned.

  “As you wish, love,” he replied. Looking straight into her eyes, he lunged his hips forward.

  "Ohh my fucking god!" she cried as his massive shaft filled and stretched the aching, needy void inside her. It was almost too much but oh so fucking good. The pain felt sweet and the pleasure overwhelmed her like she was drowning in it. She grew closer and closer to climax with each one of Torsten's powerful thrust
s.

  His mouth pressed against her ear again as he surged rhythmically in and out of her pussy, and his words drove her almost as wild as his hands and tongue and cock did.

  "Is this how you like getting fucked, little sex kitten?" he snarled into her ear. "Your sweet pussy is holding onto my cock so tight and doesn't want to let go. I can feel your whole beautiful body shaking. I know you're about to come. So let go, baby. Let me feel you come. Come for me."

  Helena wailed in ecstasy as he drove deep into her pleasure's core again and again, penetrating into her very soul.

  Chapter 12

  Torsten

  Torsten sat up to watch Helena's orgasm shudder throughout her whole body, never stopping his impaling thrusts into her sweet cunt. She looked absolutely ravishing. Her legs wrapped around him accentuated her shapely hips and inward dip forming her waist. Each thrust made her round, supple tits bounce delicately. Her creamy skin flushed a soft pink. She gripped his tattooed arms with a fierce strength. Her eyes locked onto his and her orgasmic facial expressions just about sent him over the edge.

  “You're too fucking beautiful to handle, Helena,” he said to her. “You're going to make me explode.”

  “Yes, come for me,” she replied, breathlessly. “I want to feel your huge fucking cock explode with come deep inside my pussy.”

  Damn. He didn't often meet a woman who could rival his dirty talk.

  Torsten's cock felt hard as stone and he felt an intense ache in his balls. Harder and faster he plunged into Helena’s depths. She clenched down on him with another orgasm, more powerful than the first, which ripped the first rope of come out of him.

  The first eruption knocked him forward onto his forearms. His cock burst forth semen two, three, four more times. The intensity of the release overthrew him and he collapsed on top of Helena. Wrapped in her arms, they shuddered and twitched against each other as they each came down from orgasmic highs.

  Both slick with sweat and panting for air, Helena cradled Torsten's head on her pillowy breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair, which made him feel… something. His scalp tingled and he shuddered again, still oversensitive, but he smiled.

  He felt... happy. The realization came slowly, as it was an unfamiliar feeling to him. The feeling went deeper, beyond the satisfaction of a good fuck. Everything about Helena fit him like a puzzle piece and not just her body. Hearing her talk dirty and begging for him took him to a level of passion he never experienced before. It went deeper than lust, it was a true connection.

  In that moment, though, she appeared to think differently.

  “Torsten. Get off me. I have to leave,” she urged, trying to prop herself up from under his muscled form.

  “Mmm, but I'm comfortable,” he protested. He shifted his weight to slide both arms underneath her back and wrap around her, pulling her into his broad chest. Even after all their sweating, she still smelled fantastic.

  “I'm serious. Let go of me,” she demanded but did not push away from him.

  He pulled away just enough to look at her face. Even in their after-sex disheveled, sweaty mess, she looked absolutely angelic. “What's wrong?” he asked.

  “What's wrong?!” she repeated, with panic in her voice. “You just had sex with me!”

  He cocked an eyebrow suspiciously. “Last I heard, you were a perfectly willing participant.”

  Helena sighed. “Yes, I enjoyed it, but it shouldn't have happened.”

  Torsten placed his mouth against her ear again and felt her back arch ever so slightly. “I specifically remember you telling me to fuck you. To make you come. That you wanted my sperm deep in that delicious pussy of yours.”

  She pulled away again. Fucking hell, Helena. You're breaking my heart here, he thought.

  “I'm sorry,” she began. “You just... kissed me and I got carried away... It's been a while,” she added bitterly.

  “Same here. Thanks to you not taking up my offer last night.”

  Helena snorted. “Yeah, right. What's a long time without sex for you, a few hours?”

  “Several weeks,” he answered with a completely serious face. “I mean, sure, it's available. But you could say I'm... picky.”

  Helena rolled her eyes, but Torsten swore he saw the hint of a smile and a faint blush in her cheeks.

  “Anyway,” she said, pulling further away from his embrace. “I did what you suggested after all. I’m the biggest Mjolnir whore now but at least I have a story to sell.”

  Torsten narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?”

  She looked at him like he sprouted three heads. “Can’t you see? I finally divorced the band’s junkie drummer, then two days later I fuck the same band’s guitarist!” A dry laugh escaped her throat. “It’s a fucking joke. If I tell this story, I’ll be able to pay my rent but I can never show my face in public again.”

  He stroked her arms gently in an attempt to be comforting, but she remained cold and stiff in his arms. “You can not say anything and use the money I gave you.”

  “I told you I don’t take handouts.” Her eyes refocused on his. “I work for my money. It was just stupid of me trying to find a scandal without becoming one.”

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Helena.” He released his arms wrapped around her and sat up on the couch, the frustration dripping in his voice. “So what kind of scandals have you found concerning me? Orgies with hookers? Fights and arrests? Completely fucked up in public like your ex-husband? Have you ever fucking seen me do that?”

  “No,” she admitted, but still looked away. Silently, she slid off the couch and began gathering her clothes.

  “So what are you so afraid of? This is not an issue if you don’t make it one.” Hesitantly, he added, “Your past doesn’t matter to me.”

  “Well, it is an issue to me,” Helena muttered as she turned away from him, adjusting her clothes.

  Torsten leaped to his feet with surprising speed and grabbed her arm to make her face him. He was angry for sure, but also another emotion he wasn't used to feeling. His happiness turned into hurt.

  “What's your problem, Helena?” he demanded. “Why does everything have to be a scandal with you? We... enjoyed each other, didn’t we? Why can't you accept that? Why can't we just... continue enjoying each other?” he wasn't sure if his anger or the sting of her rejection caused his loss for words.

  Tears welled in her eyes as she looked back at him. He could see her own emotions fighting demons in those gorgeous irises. He saw a mixture of pain, pleasure, and longing.

  “I’m sorry, but this was wrong. I don’t want a… reputation around your band. I’ll leave you alone. I don’t want any association with Mjolnir anymore. I need to start over new.”

  Before he could protest, she wrenched her arm out of his grip, turned on her heel and started for the exit.

  Every cell in his body wanted to chase her, to pull her in and feel her melt into him again. She was that source of pure joy he felt and he ached to feel that again. He also saw that pain in her face and wanted to be the one who took that away.

  But he let her go.

  Chapter 13

  Helena

  Helena gripped the metal bar in the train as if it was the only thing grounding her to reality. As the doors opened and closed to passengers, the coolness of the night air erected goosebumps on her tender flesh. The same flesh that had been teased and tortured deliciously by Tosten less than an hour ago.

  Her mind raced at a mile a minute while her heart sat in her stomach, which flipped and tied in knots. She felt on the verge of a panic attack.

  It still didn't feel real to her, what they just did. She couldn't focus on a single thought, so trying to recall what just happened felt like a hazy memory or a dream. But her thighs and crotch were still slick with sweat and their mixed cocktail of come. Her legs still shook from the intensity of her orgasm. Her vaginal walls ached from the force of his unrelenting cock.

  She'd never been with another man but Lars, but this was no comp
arison. Orgasms use to be rare but Torsten led her body directly to them, then tormented her at the very edge until she begged him for it. He knew exactly what he was doing and enjoyed every minute of it while she was putty in his hands.

  Of course, he knew what he was doing. He's bagged hundreds of women, she thought dismissively. And yet... he said he hadn't gotten laid in weeks. And claimed to be picky, when he chose me. Is all of that really bullshit?

  She recalled the note he left in her mailbox. I'm a man of my word, it read. Brief and to the point.

  Why couldn't she let go of Lars? He never rocked her world like that and he definitely wasn't a man of his word. By the time she initiated the divorce, his lies were too many to count. She couldn't even recall the last time he told her she was beautiful or cared that she got an orgasm.

  We were together so long since we were kids. And until tonight, he was the only man I'd ever kissed, much less slept with. And the next man I sleep with is his ex-boss and friend! Well done, Helena!

  But leaving that room was the absolute last thing she wanted to do. Every cell in her body ached for intimacy and comfort. Her heart sang with joy when he held her afterward like he never wanted to let her go. He looked at her and asked what was wrong like he actually cared.

  But I had to get the fuck out of there, she told herself. I can't get involved. I can't have that kind reputation.

  Torsten’s words echoed in her brain, refusing to leave. “This is not an issue if you don’t make it one. Why can’t we just enjoy each other?”

  It’s not that simple, her brain insisted.

  But if it could be, would I have stayed?

  She chewed her lower lip, tasting the indents from his teeth there.

  She was afraid of the answer.

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