by Alexandra V
Rockalicious
Stud #1
Alexandra V
Published by Alexandra V at Smashwords
Copyright 2014 Alexandra V
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Table of Contents
About Rockalicious
Dedication
Hayley
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Alex
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Amy
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
About the author
Contact me
About Rockalicious
Meet Jackson "Jax" Harding, lead singer of the rock band Dirty Louisiana. A wickedly good-looking playboy with a mischievous smile, a body that screams I’m-going-to-take-you-hard-against-the-closest-wall and stunning blue eyes that make you think that he can see right into your soul and impregnate it. He’s the kind of bad boy your mother has warned you about. Obviously, the type that you fall for anyway.
Women throw themselves at his feet and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t treat them to a good time or two? Relationships are perfectly okay as long as they are short-termed and there’s no label put on them. All he needs is someone to share his popcorn with, keep his feet warm at night and change body fluids with in every wicked way he can think of.
Meet the first trio of the Rockstar Stud’s Harem: Amy, Hayley and Alex. What can you expect when Jax meets women who aren’t the easy groupie type but whose panties fall off all by themselves anyway by the sight of the sex-on-a-very-honorable-sized-stick rock god? A little bit of wit, kink and smartassery. A hell of a lot lust, desire and passion.
Welcome to the sinful world of Rock ’n’ Roll. Enjoy the ride, it’s going to be a bumpy one.
Please consider yourself warned. If you are looking for a perfect fairytale-ish love story with I dos, matching heart tattoos and innocent second-base action, this book is so not for you. This book is intended for mature audiences, contains hot, consensual sex between people in insatiable lust with each other. Panties are optional.
For those who never stopped believing in me.
For my stud muffin who I love to hate and hate to love.
Hayley
Chapter 1
His skin is so hot against hers. His touch sets her on fire. She has been waiting for this for way too long. Ever since she saw him for the first time, she knew exactly that this is what she wanted from him. And now it’s all coming true. His body on hers. His lips exploring every inch of her. The hunger and need in his eyes. He wants her just as much as she wants him. So desperately…
A loud knock on the door wakes Hayley and makes her sit up in shock. After the second forceful knock, she turns to the bedside table and glances at the clock. 3.30 AM. ’Who the fuck can it be?’ She slowly gets up from the bed, disoriented and walks to the door, her head still dizzy from the lack of sleep, her breathing still heavy thanks to the dream she just had. What was he doing in her dream…? Ridiculous.
'What the…?' and what is he doing in front of her hotel room in the middle of the night? Again. Ridiculous.
'Do you know what time is it?' she asks Jackson between two yawns when she opens the door.
'I have no idea. All I know is that it's working time.' he says, giving her a stern look from behind his sunglasses. 'Sleep is for the weak.' his eyes are wandering on her pj-clad body.
'Whatever, ever heard of beauty sleep?' her voice not even trying to hide her indignation.
'Come on, you look… Anyway, uhm… Could you just, I don’t know, put some actual clothes on?' he says, eyeing her tiny short disapprovingly.
'Why the hell would I do that?' she asks him, trying to pull her short as low down her thighs as possible.
'Because…' he can't seem to find the right words, from the way he's clenching his hands together, it's obvious to her that he feels just as uncomfortable as she does. 'If I’m not mistaken, I'm your boss and I asked you to get dressed and come to my room.' he finally seems to gather some confidence, impatience clear in his voice.
'Oh really, boss? I can't remember the part of my contract that says I have to play your sex slave whenever you're horny in the middle of the night and when for once you haven't brought any groupies back to your room after a show. Shall I put on something slutty but formal for you? I’ll check my costumes, I could play your secretary, you like role play, don't you?' she retorts angrily and tries to close the door right in front of his face.
'Fucking funny, Hayley, really. Excuse me for not appreciating your weird sense of humour at this time of the day. Or night, whatever. I said…' he keeps the door open easily with one hand. 'Get dressed. Be in my room in 10. I’m stuck in work, it’s a fucking dead-end project, I need your help.' he says with a look on his face that’s telling her it's time to stop joking. Or being sarcastic and bitchy, even if it means fighting her nature.
'Fine.' she lets out a frustrated sigh. 'I'll be there in 5. Boss…' she adds, saluting to him.
'I thought so.' he says, the usual playful smirk that drives her nuts on most day is back on his face as he turns around and walks back to his own room.
'You better give me a huge raise for this. Jerk.' she mumbles after him and can't help but check out his butt in those tight pants. Too bad that the man is a narcissistic douche who hates her guts, otherwise she would gladly break her own rule of not mixing pleasure with business and get down and dirty with that hot piece of ass.
*****
Chapter 2
She gets dressed quickly, changing her tight tank top to a baggy T-shirt. The short can stay. It seemed to make him uncomfortable. Yes, the short definitely stays. She doesn’t know when did things evolve like this between. He was looking for a new personal assistant when Bella, his former right hand announced that she’s getting married and wants to take a few months off to enjoy the life of newlyweds. Doing nothing, having sex 24/7. Understandable. Hayley got the job and couldn’t believe her luck.
Luck, right. Ask her about that now. In the past few weeks that they have been working together, she could never really figure out what kind of a relationship is there between them. Professional, of course, but in one moment he’s funny and flirty with her, two minutes later he’s all cranky, dissing her work, no matter what she does or how hard she’s trying to measure up to his high expectations. Probably he’s just missing Bella, they’ve worked together for many years after all, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he has to dislike her so much. Moody bastard.
Lost in her thoughts, she hasn’t even realized that she has reached his room. She softly knocks on the door and enters without waiting for his answer. She finds him sitting at the desk in front of one of the editors’ laptop, his eyes fixed on the screen.
‘You are quick. Good.’ he says, pulling a chair next to his. ‘Get me a hot chocolate before you join me, will you?’ he asks, not even bothering to look at her.
‘Are you fucking kidding me, Jackson?’ her jaw drops in shock by his crudity. ‘You woke me up in the middle of the night to get you a fucking hot chocolate? You got to be kidding me!’ she steps in front of him, anger suffusing her. ‘You are unbelievable. You are a big boy, solve your urgent problem alone!’ she tells him, shaking with rage and turns on her heels to leave.
‘Jesus fucking Christ, woman! Calm down, okay?’ he says between two chuc
kles. ‘I was just kidding, okay? Sit down. Please…?’ he adds with a dramatic sigh.
She turns back to him, confused to say the least but finally sits down next to him after a moment of hesitation.
‘Fucking funny, Jackson. Excuse me for not appreciating your weird sense of humour at this time of the day. Or night. Whatever’ she says and hits his arm playfully. ‘Now tell me what was so important that you had to wake me up in the middle of the freaking night.’ she asks, her eyes trying to focus on the screen while his are fixed on her face before he turns back to the laptop too.
‘I have been working on the new video with the editors for weeks now. There’s just something that doesn’t click, I can’t tell you what is it. It’s just not good enough. I thought someone who hasn’t seen it yet could tell me. Since you’re not unexperienced in editing, I was thinking about you.’ the way he said those last words turns her gaze to him and every possible witty comeback dies on her lips when she looks into his glowing blue eyes.
‘So, uhm… You did read my CV, huh?’ she tries to turn the conversation into a joke instead. ‘Okay, show me what you’ve got.’ she says, her voice serious but she can’t really tell anymore what are they talking about.
*****
Chapter 3
Three hours of work. Empty cups of coffee and hot chocolate everywhere around them, but they are finally done. Hayley tries to hide a yawn while Jackson is saving the work they have just finished. Maybe they don’t like each other much but noone could deny that they make a great team.
‘So are we done here?’ she asks him, resting her head on the table, exhaustion completely taking over her body. ‘Not like there’s any point in going back to bed now.’ she adds, her bare thigh accidentally brushing his as she’s trying to seperate her skin from the leather chair.
‘Yeah, I think so. You did a good job, thank you.’ he says, looking down at the little space between them with narrowed eyes. ‘Not perfect but it’ll have to do.’ he adds, making her lift her head up in surprise.
'What the fuck is wrong with you, Harding?' she jumps up, not quite believing he really just said that. 'Not perfect? Seriously? I'm working my ass off for you, asshole!' she shouts, tiredness and anger taking control of her words. 'No matter how hard I try, nothing I do is perfect enough for you. Who do you think you are? You could just tell me what the hell is your problem with me! I didn't do anything, still, it’s like you can’t stand me for no reason.' she finishes as she runs out of breath, her body shaking in fury.
'Calm the fuck down!' he says, grabbing her arm, forcing her to sit down. 'Do you really want to know what is my problem with you?' he asks, his jaw clenching as he can hardly control himself from shouting back at her.
'Yes, I'm obviously a brain dead Barbie doll, that's why you hired me, right? So, by all means, please enlighten me, boss.' she says with all the sarcasm she can squeeze into one sentence.
'I don't hate you. I hate how much I want you.' he says, his face only a few inches from hers.
'What…? I… I don't understand.' she manages to mumble in confusion.
'I shouldn't have hired you in the first place. Ever since I met you, I can't think about you just as my assistant.' he loosens the grip on her arm. 'All the girls I bring to my room? The only reason why I do that is because I know I can't just go over to your room and show you how badly I want you. I can’t stand that.' his hands brush through her arms, from hands to shoulders. 'When I have to be this close to you? It makes me weak and I can’t stand being weak.' she shivers when his fingertips dance across the soft skin of her collarbone. 'When you accidentally touch me? I feel like I can't control myself. I can’t stand not being in control.' he says as one of his hands gently grabs the back of her neck. 'So yes, if you look at it like that… I can’t stand you, Hayley.' he says before crashing his lips to hers.
His kiss is surprisingly gentle, his lips are so soft on hers. She can’t deny she has imagined this moment a thousand times before. Hell, like fantasizing about her boss while being around him during the day isn’t enough, he invaded even her dreams just a few hours ago. But it has never been like this, she’d have never thought he could be like this. Even more perfect than she could have ever imagined. When she finally kisses him back, he turns his head to deepen their kiss, his tongue slowly sliding in, tempting hers to meet him.
'Are you out of your mind?' she breaks away from him, breaking his spell on her. 'You really are an asshole, Jackson.' she says, her voice quiet but stern.
'Yeah, so people keep telling me that all the time. Listen, I'm sorry if I misunderstood the signs.' he says, brushing through his hair with both hands in agony.
'What signs are you even talking about?' she asks, just as confused.
'Well, I don't know, let me think. Maybe that you always open your door nearly naked?' he points at her short to prove his point.
'Says that the man whose clothes don't let much to imagination?' she answers, pointing at his cut off shirt that barely covers his chest and his tight pants.
'What about your thigh that just brushed mine a few minutes ago? Happens way too often to be an accident.' his voice’s dangerously deepening as their argument is getting more and more heated.
'God, you think so much of yourself!' she nearly screams at him and stands up to leave.
'Oh really?' he grabs her upper arm with force. 'I know how you look at me when you think I'm not paying attention. I know the jealous expression on your face everytime you see a girl leaving my room. I can feel you eye-fucking me everytime you watch me perform on stage.' he says, looking deep into her eyes. 'You bloody want me. You can deny it if that helps you sleep better at night, but you're going to end up in my bed sooner or later. Want it or not.' he finishes and lets go of her arm, sitting back into his chair, turning away from her. Helps her sleep better at night, huh? The irony isn’t lost on her just yet.
Much to his surprise, a moment later he finds her right in front of him, straddling his thighs, placing herself onto his lap. ‘You’re right, I do indeed want you.’ she says and a satisfied look instantly lights up his face. ‘That doesn’t change the fact that you’re an asshole.’ she adds with a weak smile before she puts her arms around his neck and kisses him. ‘You know…’ leaving his lips, she plants open-mouthed kisses along his jaw. ‘You are still my boss…’ she breathes into his neck. ‘Which means…’ her voice is barely more than a whisper. ‘This is sexual harassment…’ she says, catching his earlobe between her teeth, turning his chuckle into a deep moan.
'Oh really? I guess I’ll have to fire you then.' he says, grabbing a fistful of her hair, kissing her more forcefully this time. She pulls his shirt over his head and runs her hands down to his perfect abs then back to his toned chest, exploring every inch of his smooth skin. He watches her with slightly parted lips, breathing heavily, his hands wandering under her T-shirt. Her hands make their way down to his pants, tracing the veins right above the waistband. He grabs her ass, pulling her closer to him and she can feel his hardness growing beneath her as she unbuttons his pants, the effect she has on him making her bold, she starts to slowly move up and down his lap.
'Don't play with me.' he groans, trying to hold her steady by the waist. 'I'm almost naked, it's your turn. And about the role play you have mentioned earlier…' he says between two kisses. 'I have always liked the idea of watching my assistant strip for me.' he adds with a cheeky smile, leaning back in his seat, indicating that he's ready for the show. 'Lose your clothes.' his voice is quite demanding. She stands up intentionally slowly and takes a step back so he can have a good view of her whole figure. She turns around and with her back to him, slowly pulls up her shirt and takes it off. He doesn't say a word but she can feel his eyes on her body. Still not facing him, she pulls her short down too and steps out of it. 'Turn around.' he says and she can hear the zipper of his pants. She leans down first, picking up her clothes from the floor just to show him what he’s about to get, her thong covering basically nothing.
'Fuck… You're perfect, just as I imagined.' he murmurs to himself when she turns back to face him. 'Now get rid of that too.' he says as his eyes are wandering on her body, clearly impatient to see her naked.
'As you wish, boss.' she says playfully, unhooking her bra and slipping it slowly off her shoulders. He takes a deep breath like he’s trying to hold on to the last shred of his self control. Watching his reaction, she gently grabs her breasts then slides her hands down her flat belly to the straps of her thong. Slipping it off of her lean legs, she lets it fall to the floor to the rest of her clothes.
'What else can I do for you, boss?' she asks, taking a step towards him, placing a feet next to his side on the seat, exposing herself completely to him. Just when she’s about to wonder how much longer can he possibly hold himself back, he suddenly stands up and lifts her off the ground, making her squeal in surprise. He walks to the nearest table with her, holding her with one hand, and sweeps everything down to the floor with the other.
'I told you not to play with me, didn't I?' he asks, his eyes dark with lust. Before she could take a breath to answer, he kisses her hungrily, his hands are all over her body. He grabs her thighs and forces them wide open, pushing himself against her, the feeling of his now rock hard cock so close to where she wants him makes her moan shamelessly.
'I can feel through my pants how wet you are for me.' he whispers to her ear before gripping the waistband of both his pants and boxers, letting them fall down to around his ankles. 'And I want to taste you so badly…' he says, running two fingers over the whole length of her pussy, then taking them into his mouth, sucking them clean. 'Delish but I need to be inside of you, right now.' he says, kissing her hard, making her taste herself on his tongue.
Placing the head of his cock to her entrance, he pushes himself inside of her with one sudden thrust, making both of them cry out loud. He sets a slow pace, giving her time to adjust to his size, his thumb circling her sensitive clit while his other hand is around her neck, pulling her close for passionate kisses. When she moves her hips to meet his thrusts, he starts a steady rhythm, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of her. Their loud moans and skin meeting skin fill the room, their bodies are glistening with sweat as they push each other closer to gratification.