Rock With Me

by Kristen Proby

  “Thanks, my love. Tash, this is Leo and Sam. Leo, you remember my wife.”

  “Of course, hey Tash.” Leo leans in and kisses her cheek.

  “Hey, so great to see you!” I immediately like her. She’s someone I would hang out with, down to earth and nice and not fawning all over the Leo Nash.

  The happy couple turns to mingle with the other after-show guests and Leo grins down at me. “Having fun?”

  “I am.” I nod and glance around the room. “It’s more laid back than I expected.”

  “Security will start letting some fans back in a few minutes for photos and autographs.” He shrugs. “It’ll get louder.”

  “Well, hello.” A busty brunette, in a black halter-top, tight enough to showcase her paid-for tits and a black skirt that barely covers her ass is suddenly pressed against Leo’s other side. “Looking for a good time, Mr. Nash?”

  Leo frowns down at her and I feel my eyebrows climb into my hairline. The bitch has balls; I’ll give her that.

  She’s also repulsive.

  Yuck.

  These groupies are so not like the over-zealous fan-girls that I’m used to. They’re clearly not here just because of their love of the music or the work. They’re here to fuck a band member.

  That’s it.

  I think I just threw up a little in my mouth.

  “Do you not see me holding my girlfriend’s hand?” Leo asks, his voice cold.

  “I can do a threesome, if that’s what you’re into,” she grins and rubs her tits against his arm.

  I can’t help it, the laugh bursts out of me, and I double over. I have to release Leo’s hand so I can hold my stomach; I’m laughing so hard.

  She’s so pathetic she’s hilarious.

  I look up into Leo’s laughing eyes. He has a wide grin and is ignoring the offended woman still plastered to his side. She’s scowling at me, and that makes me laugh harder.

  “Are you okay, sunshine?” Leo asks with a chuckle as I straighten and finally take a deep breath. I wipe the tears from under my eyes, thanking God for waterproof mascara, and nod.

  “Is this what you were talking about earlier? Girls like this?”

  He just shrugs and nods.

  “Yeah, I’m so not worried.” Now the bimbo’s eyes narrow on me and I chuckle again.

  “Fuck you,” she flings at me and props her hand on her hip, still pressing herself to Leo’s side.

  “You’re touching something that’s not yours,” I tell her with a wide smile.

  “I don’t see a ring on his finger.” She smirks.

  “Wouldn’t matter to you if you did,” I remind her and she nods thoughtfully.

  “True.”

  Leo is watching the exchange like it’s a tennis match, his head bouncing back and forth. Finally, he raises an eyebrow at the slut and pulls away from her.

  “I won’t be requiring your services, but I’m sure one of the other unattached guys will take you up on it.”

  “But I want to say I fucked Leo Nash,” she pouts. “Come on. I’ll let the bitch join in.”

  I laugh again and then clasp my hand over my mouth as Leo glares daggers at the less-than-intelligent woman.

  “I didn’t fuck trash like you when I was single. Why would I start now?” He turns his back on her and tips my chin up with his finger. “Wanna get out of here?”

  “We don’t have to leave just because of that,” I assure him, my voice light. “I told you earlier, I don’t care.”

  He leans in until his mouth is pressed to my ear and whispers, “I don’t give a fuck about her either, sweetheart. I’m ready to take you home, get you naked and have you beneath me.”

  My breath catches in my lungs. “Well, when you put it like that, yeah, let’s go.”

  Leo waves at Lance, who nods in acknowledgement, and calls out goodbyes to the rest of the band. Security escorts us out through the back door into the refreshing cool winter air and to his Camaro.

  He starts the car and pulls away from the curb.

  “That was fun.” I turn in my seat so I can see him, watching the street lights flash over his face and reflect off the metal in his ear and lip.

  “Yeah, it was,” he agrees. “You weren’t kidding. The groupies don’t bother you.”

  “They’re gross.” I wrinkle my forehead. “Why would anyone fuck that? Who knows where her pussy has been, not to mention her mouth. Ew.” I shudder and make gagging noises. “Seriously, that’s just not sanitary.”

  Leo throws his head back and laughs.

  “How many groupies did you fuck in your day? And don’t tell me you can’t count that high. You’re smart.”

  “So not answering that question.” He shakes his head.

  “No, really.”

  “Sam, there are some questions a woman should never ask. Asking a famous musician how many women he’s banged is one of them.”

  “Just give me an estimate.”

  “How many men have you fucked?” He asks, frowning at me.

  “I asked you first.” I grin, enjoying his discomfort.

  “I fucked the groupies back in the day. It’s been a while.” He shrugs. “Who knows how many.”

  “But no kissing and no oral?” I ask, remembering what Meg said at dinner the other night.

  “No, too personal.”

  “Just a quick fuck then.”

  “Samantha…” And I know this is as far as he’s willing to take his side of the conversation, so I let him off the hook.

  “Six,” I state.

  “Six what?” He asks.

  “I’ve had sex with six guys, including you.” I smile smugly at him and wait for his reaction.

  “You’ve only had sex with six guys?”

  “Hey, that’s a decent number. Enough to know what I like, but not so many that I’m like a fast-food drive through.”

  Leo laughs again and smiles over at me. “I’ve had sex with more than six women.”

  “I figured.”

  “But I’m only having sex with one at the present time.”

  “If it were any different, I’d have cut off your dick by now.” I nod. “Most guys had a lot of sex when they were young. You’re a musician. All you have to do is open your mouth and women take off their underwear. What man can resist that?”

  “I didn’t have sex with thousands or anything, you know. I’m no Gene Simmons.”

  I laugh. “I really don’t care, it’s just fun to torment you.”

  His eyes narrow on me. “I think I might need to spank you.”

  I sober and watch his strong hands on the steering wheel. “Sing me my song again and you can do anything you want.”

  His face turns to mine in surprise, and then he smiles softly. “You really like it?”

  I nod happily and reach for his hand as he begins to sing quietly.

  I don’t wanna be your friend

  Cause I’ve already let you in

  Everytime I see your sweet blue eyes

  I know I need to make you mine

  My walls crumble… And crumble

  So all you see is the real me

  He sings the whole song, from start to finish, and I trace the ink on his hands as I listen, soaking in the words.

  When I run my hand

  Over your perfect skin

  I know you see me

  And not what I’m covered in

  My walls crumble… And crumble

  So all you see is the me I need you to see

  My pretty red panties are wet by the time the song ends, I’m panting.

  I want him. Now.

  He pulls up at his townhouse and cuts the engine. “I can’t wait long enough to drive to your place.”

  “Good call.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  We barely make it through his front door before we’re attacking each other. His alarm system beeps with a warning, reminding him to put the code in before they call for the police.

  I so don’t need the police to break
this up.

  He’s working on my jeans, not paying attention as I slam the door behind us.

  “The code, Leo.”

  “Huh?” He buries his face in my neck and bites the tender flesh below my ear, sending tingles down my arms.

  “What’s the code? I don’t want to stop for the cops.”

  “One two three four.”

  I stop and frown up at him. “Seriously?”

  “Yep,” He’s pulling my tight jeans down my thighs and I struggle to turn to the keypad to enter in the code before the thirty-second window is up. I punch in the numbers and turn back to him.

  “Step out of your pants.” He’s squatting by my feet, and I lean on his shoulders, bunching the material of the t-shirt in my fingers, while he peels the denim off my legs.

  “Shirt off,” I mutter and he complies and assaults my mouth with hard, demanding kisses.

  He pulls me to the stairs as we continue to tug and pull at our clothes, inching our way up toward the bedroom.

  “Can’t wait.” He props me on the landing, my feet planted on the stairs and he leans in and buries his face in my still-covered pussy.

  “Holy shit!” I jackknife into a sitting position, watching Leo pull the lace to the side with his forefinger and lap at my labia, through my folds and up to my clit. “Fuck,” I whisper.

  “Lie back,” he instructs me, his voice hard and leaving no room for argument.

  I love it when he gets demanding.

  He rips my underwear in two and throws them over his shoulder.

  “You keep destroying perfectly good underwear.” I pant and feel him grin against my pussy.

  “I’ll buy you more.”

  “You don’t have to. I like it.” I hear him chuckle and then his tongue is inside me and my hips raise up off of the stairs, pushing me harder against his mouth. He cups my ass in his hands and holds me tightly against him.

  “Fuck you’re good at that.” And I remember: I’m one of the few who knows that.

  He sinks a single finger inside me, and I clench around him, my muscles ready to clench around his thick cock.

  I need him inside me.

  “Leo,” I breathe.

  “Yes, baby.”

  I look down to find him watching me, watching my nipples pucker in arousal, my breath coming fast, my teeth biting into my lip over and over again while he finger-fucks me and licks at my clit.

  “God, I need you.”

  “You have me, Sam.” His eyes are happy and full of mischief as he sinks a second finger into me and sucks on my clit, hard.

  I explode, screaming his name and grinding against his face, clutching his hair in my fists. I hear him laugh as he rises over me and pulls my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and running his tongue over them each in turn, which sparks new contractions around his fingers.

  “So responsive,” he murmurs against my mouth. I can smell myself on him, and damn if it doesn’t turn me on even more. “I think I need you in my bed.”

  Before I can protest, or even respond, he lifts me and carries me quickly to the bedroom, and lays me, face down, on the bed. Just when I think he’s going to take me hard and fast, he begins kissing me, lightly biting me, from my ass up my spine and to my neck. He straddles my thighs and I feel his hard cock resting on my buttocks. He’s bent over me, caressing and kissing my back, whispering words that I barely understand through the thick sexual haze I’m caught up in, and I can’t help but lift my hips in invitation.

  “In a minute, baby,” he whispers and pulls his large hand down my back to my ass. “You are beautiful, Sam. I love your soft skin. You don’t have any scars or marks on you.”

  “Well, just the ink from your marker,” I remind him with a smirk and he bites my shoulder playfully.

  “You didn’t mind,” he mutters and continues to lightly rub me, raising goosebumps on my flesh.

  “It was sexy,” I whisper.

  “You’re sexy,” he whispers back and kisses my shoulder where he just bit it. “I love your raspy voice.” He kisses my spine, right between my shoulder blades. “I love your soft blonde hair.” He kisses my other shoulder. “I love the noise you make when I do this.” He bites my earlobe and I moan.

  “Fucking sexy,” he murmurs and slides down my body leaving open-mouthed kisses in his wake. He grips my hips and raises my ass off the bed. Finally!

  But instead of fucking me, he buries his face in my pussy again, and sends me straight into another mind-numbing orgasm.

  “Holy fuck!” I scream as he drags his tongue up and down my labia, from my anus to my clit. “Leo, please!”

  “Please what, baby?” He asks, and I hear him tear open a condom. Thank Moses.

  “Fuck me!”

  “Okay,” he agrees and slams inside me, hard. I cry out again and push my ass back on him, meeting his thrusts. He suddenly smacks my right cheek with his palm and I shudder. He smacks the left cheek just before he slams into me again, and I feel like I’m going to simply die from the pleasure.

  He continues to alternate lightly spanking me while fucking me, and when I hear his breath catch, and know that he’s almost there, I reach down between my legs and fondle his scrotum.

  “Fuck!” He cries out and grips my hips roughly, pulling me rhythmically against him as he succumbs to his orgasm.

  He pulls out of me and I fall onto my chest, ass still in the air. I can’t move.

  I don’t care.

  “Well, that’s a gorgeous sight,” Leo murmurs with a grin as he walks back into the room from discarding the condom. I open one eye and stare at him.

  “You broke me.”

  He laughs as he settles next to me, rolling me onto my side and into his arms. “I don’t think so.”

  “Mmm.”

  “Look at me.” I pull my eyes open to find him frowning down at me. “Are you okay?”

  I nod and yawn and shimmy closer to him. He runs his knuckles down my face and his expression softens.

  “Thank you for my song,” I whisper.

  “You’re welcome.”

  “Are you going to record it?” I ask, blinking lazily up at him.

  “Yes, if you don’t mind.”

  I shrug. “I don’t mind. You just don’t usually do many ballads.”

  “It’s a badass ballad, not a pussy ballad,” he mutters defensively and I smile widely.

  “Definitely badass,” I agree.

  “Go to sleep, baby.” He kisses my forehead.

  “Not tired,” I mutter and smile when his chuckle rumbles against my cheek.

  “Sure you’re not.” He kisses my forehead again and sighs deeply, contentedly, and the sound of his steady heartbeat and the warmth of his arms around me lull me into sleep.

  ***

  “No, no, no!”

  I wake abruptly, eyes wide, to find Leo thrashing in his sleep, soaked in sweat. The covers have all been kicked onto the floor, along with his pillow. He’s not touching me at all, and the sounds coming from him are tortured, strained.

  “Leo?” I ask carefully, not knowing if I should touch him, or even wake him. He thrashes again and grimaces, as if in pain.

  “No, you motherfucker!” Tears begin to fall from his eyes.

  What the fuck is this?

  “Leo, wake up,” I state firmly, and touch his arm gently. He recoils from my touch and his eyes spring open. He sits straight up and shoves himself against the headboard, pulling away from me as if I’m going to hurt him.

  “Hey, sweetie, it’s me,” I croon quietly. “You’re okay.”

  He blinks at me for a minute, looks around the room, and then exhales deeply.

  “Fuck,” he whispers and clenches his eyes closed before pressing the heels of his hands against them.

  “Leo.” I reach out for him, but he recoils again.

  “Don’t touch me.” His voice is harsh. Angry.

  Not Leo.

  “Okay.” I hold my hands up and back away. “Okay.”

  Su
ddenly, his eyes go wide and he grips his hands over his mouth, flees the bed for the bathroom and throws up violently.

  Oh my God. My poor Leo.

  What should I do? I sit still for a minute, and when it sounds like the retching is over, I stand and wet a washcloth and press it to his neck, like he did for me when I was sick. Before I can pull my hand away, he grips it in his and holds on tight, pressing it against his cheek.

  “Don’t go. I’m sorry.”

  “Hey, I’m not going anywhere.” I sink to my knees beside him and stroke his hair, his cheek, his back. “I’m here.”

  His eyes are clenched shut and he’s concentrating on breathing. Whatever it was that he was dreaming about is still repeating in his mind, and it’s terrifying him.

  “Stop,” I murmur and kiss his temple. “You’re safe, Leo. It was just a dream.” I continue to reassure him and murmur softly, comforting him, until the shudders stop and he’s breathing normally again. He turns suddenly and grips onto me, buries his face in my neck, wraps his arms around my middle, and just clings.

  Finally, after a few long minutes he backs away and I wipe his face with the cloth, trying to soothe him.

  “I’m okay.” He takes the cloth from me and scrubs it across the back of his neck and looks at me, square-on. His eyes are sad, still a little haunted.

  “Want to talk about it?” I ask.

  He shakes his head and stands, crosses to the sink and rinses his mouth, splashes his face with cold water and then just braces his hands on the counter top and hangs his head while the water runs.

  It occurs to me that we’re both still naked as the day we were born.

  I stand and turn off the water and take Leo’s hand to lead him back to the bed. He climbs on and I pull the covers up, spreading them over us and hand him his pillow.

  “I can’t go back to sleep,” he murmurs.

  “The nightmares won’t bother you,” I tell him confidently and wrap myself around him, as if I’m protecting him.

  “How do you know?”

  “Because I’m here, and I said so.” I shrug, like that should be the end of it and flinch when he runs a hand down my back.

  “You haven’t flinched in a while.” I hear the sadness in his voice and I prop myself up on my forearms on his chest so I can watch his face as I talk.