Rockalicious

by Alexandra V

  ‘I just…’ she tries to explain but he cuts her off.

  ‘You just what? I thought it was obvious that I’m the type of man who always gets what he wants.’ he says, closing the door with a kick. ‘And I want you. Right now.’ trapping her between the wall and his body, he pins her arms down by her sides and kisses her wildly.

  'Jackson…' she manages to whisper when he breaks away from her for a much needed breath.

  'What? Please don't give me this innocent virgin look now, I know you want it too. It was so hard not to fuck you right there, in front of everyone. You asked for it and now you're so going get it, sweetheart. You fucking enjoyed that out there, didn't you?' he asks, his hands all over her body while he trails hot kisses down her neck, making her incapable of answering. He unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She can't help but let out a soft cry when he sinks his teeth into her shoulder while he's drawing tiny circles on her nipples with his fingertips. He replaces one of his fingers with his mouth, sucking hard on the tip of her breast before his tongue licks over her soft flesh.

  She can’t wait any longer to touch him, to feel his bare skin against her. She grabs the collar of his suit jacket and slides it off of his shoulders, her hands already being busy to unbutton his shirt again with such impatience that most of the buttons split off and scatter onto the floor. As she’s kissing all over his newly exposed flesh, she reaches down to his pants, unzipping it so it sinks down to his ankles and he quickly steps out of it. When she slips her fingers under the band of his boxers he stops him, grabbing both of her wrists with one hand and forcing her arms above her head.

  ‘No. Not just yet, you’ll have to wait for it, baby… Your legs. Spread them.’ when she doesn’t obey immediately, he kicks them apart. ‘Do what I say or you’re going to be punished, sweetheart.’ with that he slips his other hand under her soaked panties, brushing over her wetness with one finger. ‘Something tells me you do indeed enjoy my touch.’ he says with a devilish smile before he removes his hand and releases her, dropping to his knees in front of her.

  'Your skin tastes so sweet.' he whispers, licking his lips while caressing her inner thighs gently. 'All I could think about was if you taste so sweet everywhere.' she hears the strap of her thong ripping and feels cool air hitting her moisture, making her gasp.

  'Stop. Fucking. Teasing. Please.' she says, hardly able to form the words.

  'I don't think so. I enjoy this way too much. I don't do it to everyone but I need to go down on you so badly.' he whispers the last words right against her hypersensitive skin, she can feel his hot breath on her core. Leaning in ever so slowly, he finally licks her aching clit, making her hiss. She spreads her legs even wider, arching her back off the wall and pushing her hips forward. She can't have him close enough.

  As he slides his tongue down to her entrance, her legs start to tremble by the sudden ecstasy so he takes one of them and draw it up over his shoulder. She grabs a fistful of his hair with both hands to steady herself and to pull him closer to her.

  He pushes the tip of his tongue inside of her. ‘Oh god, you taste so fucking good, it’s driving me crazy.’ his ragged breath against her pussy makes it almost impossible for her not to cry out loud, his rhythm grows more furious with each flick of his talented tongue. She throws her head back, unashamed groans filling the air. As he licks his way back up to her throbbing clit, the pleasure feels unbearable, letting out a loud moan she digs her heel into the muscles of his back. She can’t help but rock her hips in unison with the moves of his tongue as he licks him deeply, thoroughly, without mercy. One of his hands holds her waist to keep her still, the other grabs her ass and gives it a sharp slap before he pushes her back towards his hungry mouth. His tongue keeps snaking around and sucking down on her clit, drawing patterns on it faster and faster, bringing her closer to the edge.

  'Jax… Please… I'm so close.' she manages to mumble but he suddenly stops and straightens back up, pressing his hardness against her, only the thin material of his boxers seperating them.

  'I know, baby. I know exactly how close you are.' he whispers into her mouth. 'Let me show you how fucking good you taste.' and with that he kisses her passionately so she can taste herself on his tongue.

  'No… Don't do this to me… Finish me…' she says, whimpering desperately against his neck.

  'Tell me what you want… This?' he asks, pushing two fingers deep inside of her.

  'Oh god… Yes…' her words almost incomprehensible. He pulls out his fingers painfully slowly, just to sink them back again with such force that knocks the air out of her lungs.

  'How badly do you want to come?' he teases, whispering into her ear before biting down hard on her neck. She can't speak anymore, only deep sighs and moans leave her mouth.

  Her shaking hand manages to sink under his boxers, grabbing his arousal she starts to stroke his whole length just as slowly as he works his fingers inside her. ‘Fuck, woman…’ he growls into her mouth and suddenly twists his fingers inside of her, curling them up to find the spot she wants him to hit again and again so badly. She lets out a loud scream as he pumps his long fingers into her faster and deeper. ‘So I guess you like that, baby.’ he mumbles, pulling her bottom lip with his teeth.

  ‘Fuck… Right there… Don’t stop…’ she fastens the moves of her hand too, both of them moving their hips hard against each others’ hands.

  He grabs her hand that’s working on him, pushing it away, and places his other hand on her throat, cutting her air off. ‘Come for me, baby. Now. Show me how fucking good it feels.’ the grip on her neck and his words send her over the edge, her muscles contracting and tightening around his fingers while she’s screaming his name. ‘Oh yes, that’s it.’ he says, holding her steady by the waist as the pleasure washes all over her body. He slowes his pace, helping her ride out the last waves of her orgasm. ‘Good girl.’ he says, pulling his fingers out of her, sucking them clean before he leans in to kiss her softly.

  As her breaths calm down and her body stops shaking, what she feels is not satisfaction but hunger for more. She needs him so badly, on her, beneath her, inside of her. He puts a hand around her waist, pulling her against his hard body, his lips coming down hot and hungry on hers as he buries his other hand in her hair. She kisses him back, moaning into his mouth while her hands caress his fine chest, exploring every muscle. She lets them make their way down to his belly, her fingertips drawing circles around his six pack. He stares into her eyes, focusing on her touch on his body, trying to hold back his groans with much difficulty. She finally reaches his waist, playing with the band of his boxers before she pulls it down.

  He moans against her neck as his erection springs free and she puts her hand on him finally without any barrier of clothes. She starts to slowly stroke his length, from head to base and back, smearing the glistening pre cum all over the tip of his cock, drawing little circles on it with her fingerstips. With her other hand she’s playing with his balls and he has to close his eyes in pleasure and lean on his hands to the wall on either side of her to steady himself. She twists her hand with a firm grip around him, making his hips jerk forward. ‘So who enjoys whose touch now?!’ she thinks, trying to hide a mischievous smirk as she starts to get down on her knees.

  Much to her surprise, he stops him. ‘No, not this time. As much as I want to fuck your pretty little head and watch your mouth take every inch of me, I can’t let this end already.’ he says, grasping her tighs and lifting her until she’s off the ground. ‘I want to feel you from the inside.’ as she wraps her legs around his waist, he shifts his hip so his shaft is right at her wet entrance. ‘And you desperately want me to take you too, don’t you?’ he teases her again, pushing himself slightly in, applying just enough pressure on her aching hole to make her cry out.

  ‘I do, Jax… So badly, just don’t start with this again.’ she begs for him, locking her hands behind his neck, deep sighs of anticipation leaving her lips.

  'How badly?' loo
king into her eyes, he holds her up with one hand, his hard shaft with the other. He runs the tip across her wetness, parting her lips he finds her clit and rubs the head against it.

  'Fuck… Please… Just fuck me…' she's screaming out of control, her hands on his shoulder, her nails digging into his muscles in agony. He moves back down again and pushes himself inside of her roughly with one deep thrust. She throws her head back as pain and pleasure wash over her body, trying to adjust to his size.

  'Fuck… You feel so fucking good.' he growls into her skin.

  His nails dig into her flesh as he holds her by the waist, pushing himself as deep inside of her as he can. ‘So… fucking… tight…’ emphasizing every word with a hard thrust. He fastens his pace and she moves her hips in unison with his rhythm, feeling her pleasure building with every furious push of his. His moves become uncontrollable, his jaw clenches in withhold pleasure. Her eyelids shut closed as he hits her secret spot with every thrust, over and over again, pushing her far away from sanity.

  'Oh no, not yet, baby. You're going to come again, all over my dick while you're screaming my name, but not yet.' he says like he can feel how close she is. He pulls out of her and with his strong arms wrapped around her body, carries her over to the dressing table. 'Turn around and bend over.' he commands and she obeys without hesitation. The sooner she learns how to play by his rules, the faster she’ll get what she’s craving. Turning around on shaking legs, she places her hands onto the table and leans down.. 'Down.' he grasps the nape of her neck and forces her face against the table.

  He’s right behind her but instead of sliding back in, he just rests the head of his cock between her ass cheeks. She pushes her ass slightly out to get him where she needs him to be. ‘Oh you horny little bitch.’ he says before he spanks her ass hard, making her whimper against the surface of the table. ‘Can’t have enough of my dick?’ still teasing her, he sinks himself between her thighs, rubbing his now rock-hard cock against her sex.

  ‘Jackson… Please… I’m begging you…’ like her words is all he needs, he pushes himself inside of her again with force, making her cry out.

  He grabs a fistful of her hair, pulling it roughly, yanking her head back. ‘Fuck… you’re even tighter from this angle.’ he whispers to her ear before he bites down hard on her earlobe. She can’t think straight anymore, her body is in pain, desperate for release. He sets a hard, fast pace, his pelvis banging off her ass, he rests his head on her back, grazing her soft skin with his teeth. The noises that leave her mouth telling him she’s close again, he thrusts deep inside of her, missing her spot on purpose before he stops completely.

  'No… No… What the fuck are you doing?!' her complains come out as a breathless whisper.

  'I said not yet. I’ve told you, if you don't do as I say, you'll be punished.' She can't stand his teasing anymore and starts to move her hips against him. If the price of gratification is to do the work herself, so be it. 'That's it, baby… Show me how much you want me…' he growls, throwing his head back in pleasure. She keeps moving, taking every inch of him, moving faster and faster. He suddenly wraps a hand around her throat, forcing her head to turn towards him so he can kiss her, all their passion put into the meeting of their lips. When he breaks away, his other hand snakes around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he begins to move inside her again.

  The grip on her throat forces her to look at him, his eyes burning into hers, his mouth wide open in ecstasy, his uneven breaths matching hers. His hand finds her clit and he rubs it as hard as he’s thrusting into her. ‘Come for me. Now.’ His sharp thrusts into her, his hand on her clit, his words… She can’t take it anymore. She can feel her body trembling, loud moans escaping her mouth, her body waiting for the storm of pleasure to hit her harder than ever before. ‘Yeah, show me what a dirty little bitch you are and how much you enjoy my cock throbbing deep inside of you.’ he groans into her mouth, his moves out of control.

  Pleasure finally washes over her so intensely that only his hand around her neck keeps her from screaming the roof off. Her whole body stiffens, the power of her orgasm shaking her from head to toe. She can feel him pulsating inside her as her muscles tighten around him, squeezing his hardness. He removes his hand from her clit, pushing two fingers into her mouth. As she sucks before biting down on them, his body tenses up, shuddering and with one last thrust he comes deep inside her, filling her up.

  ‘Oh fuck…’ he growls against her neck, his breaths heavy, his sweaty chest pressed against her back so she can feel how fast his heart’s beating.

  When they can both move again, he takes her hand and gently turns her around to face him. ‘It was a pleasure working with you, Miss Taylor. We should do it more often.’ he says with a grin full of mischief and kisses her lips softly.

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  Chapter 1

  Stepping out of the shower, Amy covers her body with a fluffy towel, her long, wet hair falling all over her back. She opens the bathroom door and lets the hot stream escape to the hall as she walks towards the bedroom of her little appartment, letting out a deep sigh of satisfaction as the cool air hits her heated skin. Entering her room, she hears the loud beeps coming from her phone, telling her that someone tried to reach her while she was enjoying her well-deserved shower at the end of this tiring day. She grabs the phone from the bedside table and lays down on the bed, making herself comfortable between the soft pillows. She looks at the screen of her Blackberry with curiousity, wondering who could it be this late at night.

  ‘4 missed calls. 1 new text message.’

  Unlocking the keypad, sheclicks view to see who wanted to talk to her so badly. The name popping up on the screen makes her heart beat faster in her chest, a warm, exciting feeling flushing through her body. Jackson Harding. Stupid butterflies. He hasn’t called her ever since he left town with his band for the European leg of their tour. All she got were dirty little texts and pictures from him every now and then when he felt lonely and horny, alone in his hotel room. They can’t meet too often but when they do, they sure put every second of their time together to good use.

  'Hey sexy. Are you hungry? xo -J.'

  She stares at her phone, reading the text twice before she finally bursts out laughing. This is just so… him. And by knowing him well, she can tell he’s not asking her out to dinner…

  'You dirty old bastard… I guess someone's back in town?! A.'

  She hits send, still smiling from ear to ear. The tiredness she felt earlier vanished in the moment she saw his name on her phone’s screen. She stretches her legs on the bed, thinking about how far they will go this time, hoping he really is back in town. Sexting is fun but not enough. Why take only a tiny piece of chocolate when you can have the whole box?

  'Yes, I'm back and I miss you. What are you wearing? -J.'

  She can’t help but giggle again, looking down at the towel that barely covers her still wet body. Okay, if he wants to play, she’s game.

  'You know me… Nothing. And to answer your question… I'm starving. A.'

  Teasing is always a big part of their game, they both enjoy it way too much. Probably that’s the reason why they get along so well, no strings attached, just fun. No inhibitions, no faking, no holding back. She drops the towel to the floor and gets up, walking towards her closet. If she’s right, after that text…

  'You fucking tease… I have to see you. You know where to find me. And Amy… Things are getting pretty hard for me here… Hurry! xo -J.'

  …he’ll want to see her immediately.

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  Chapter 2

  The elevator’s door flings open and Amy steps out, turning to the right. She knows the way to his suite by heart, she could find it with her eyes folded. She’s glad she hasn’t met anyone on her way upstairs, the clothes she’s wearing speak for themselves. She’s dressed for seduction. She wouldn’t appreciate it though, if people thought she’s some kind of a fancy prostitute. The sound of her high heels knocking on the marble fl
oor keep echoing in the quite hall with every step she takes until she finally reaches the big wooden door of Jackson’s room. Taking a deep breath and steadying her shaking hands, she knocks softly a couple of times.

  ‘It’s open.’ she hears his deep voice call out and enters, closing the door quickly behind herself before she leans against it. The room is almost completely dark, the only source of light a desk lamp on the table next to the arm chair he’s sitting in.

  ‘Hey sexy.’ he says and a roguish, million-dollar smile appears on his perfect face as they are staring at each other from a distance. His husky voice makes her let out a deep sigh, it’s like sex to her ears. She keeps standing by the door, her eyes never leaving his. The way he’s sitting there casually without a shirt on, the way the light breaks on his flawless, pale skin, the way his eyes make her feel like he can see into her soul… He can turn her on just by sitting there, no wonder she can never say no to him. He makes her weak and he knows exactly what he’s doing to her.

  ‘Missed me?’ he asks with a knowing grin, like he could read her mind and know exactly what she’s thinking about. ‘I knew you’d show up. Come here.’ he leans back in his seat, patting his thigh in invitation but his voice is nothing but demanding. She pushes herself away from the door and takes a few steps into the room. His eyes are looking her up and down hungrily, sucking in her looks from the pump heels to her glowing iris eyes as she walks towards him.

  ‘Oh really? How?’ she asks playfully, now standing right in front of him. She takes his closed legs between hers, making her short trench coat ride up a little as she widens her stance.

  ‘You said it yourself, baby.’ he says, sitting up, running his hands over her thighs, his fingers playing with the delicate lace of her hold ups. ‘I know you.’ he adds, kissing her skin between the soft material and the hem of her coat. ‘And even though you haven’t answered my question…’ he takes one of her ankles and lifts it until her foot is resting on the armrest next to him. ‘…I see how you look at me. You fucking missed me.’ he smiles into her skin before his teeth sink into her inner thigh.