Built to Fall: A Rock Star Romance

by Julia Wolf

  Except, I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around her going out with Adam to an innately sexual place while I stayed behind. True, Marta, Iris, and Rodrigo were going too, but that did nothing to appease me.

  “Don’t be difficult.” She ran her finger along the collar of my shirt. “I’ll come back here and tell you everything.”

  “I think I’ll go. My security will arrange privacy. If press happens to find me there, we’ll be with a group. You’ll be safe.” I gripped her waist, keeping her at arm’s length so I could look her over again. Her champagne dress spilled over her curves like liquid. The front wrapped under her tits, dipping low between them. There was no room for a bra in this dress, and the longer I looked at her, the more obvious that became. Her nipples strained against the silky fabric, and it was all I could do not to take them in my mouth.

  “Do you really want to go, or are you jealous?” Claire never beat around the bush. Normally, I appreciated that about her, but not when she was calling me out.

  “I’m boiling with jealousy, but I also want to go.” My hand splayed across her back, pressing her against me. “If you say no, I’ll accept it.”

  Her eyes rolled, but the twitch of her lips said she wasn’t as annoyed with me as she wanted to be. “Fine, yes. Of course I want you there. I’m just worried about...well, I’m worried.”

  “I’ve got you. There’s no need to worry.”

  Her palms flattened on my chest. “All right. If you’re coming, I’m going to need you to dress your fine ass up and look hot for me.”

  There was no holding back my laugh. “Again, I’ve got you.”

  * * *

  All it took was a call from my security and our group had a private area at the Red Velvet. I hadn’t been to this spot before, but I’d been no stranger to places exactly like it in my early years.

  Smoky lights illuminated multiple stages, leaving the rest of the club dim. Black club chairs surrounded low glass tables now covered with drinks. Claire sat beside me, but her eyes never left the stage.

  Marta leaned over from my other side. “I think Claire likes it here.”

  I nodded. “She looks like she either wants to get up on that stage or pull the girl off of it and into her lap.”

  Claire’s plump lips were parted as she watched the curvy, dark-haired woman writhe on the stage. Her hand covered her throat when the dancer ran her own hand down the length of her body with sensual slowness. Claire swallowed hard, shifting in her seat.

  I didn’t dare interrupt her show, but I found myself unable to take my eyes off Claire, despite the beautiful women dancing feet away from me. I wasn’t blind, or a fucking saint, so of course I’d taken a long look, but Claire was where my true interest lay. There was something addictive about seeing her enthralled and turned on by this experience previously denied to her.

  When the dancer left the stage, Claire released a long exhale and faced me. Her cheeks were stained red, eyes alight.

  “Wow. I wish I could move like that.” Her voice sounded throaty and strained.

  “You do move like that. I’ve seen it in my bed.”

  Her hand covered her cheek. “Shut up. That can’t be true.”

  Rodrigo appeared in front of Claire, grinding his hips in the air. “Want a lap dance, lady? I’ll rock your world with my moves.”

  Laughing, Claire held out her arms. “Let me see what you’ve got, big boy.”

  He plopped down on her lap, circling his hips in an exaggerated way that made her laugh even harder and didn’t make me want to murder him. I reached over, a twenty-dollar bill between my fingers.

  “You earned this.” Rodrigo bent forward so I could drop the cash down the neck of his shirt, then he raised his arms over his head and gave Claire one last grind before hopping up.

  She clapped for him, still giggling. “You’ve been hiding your true talent all this time, honey.”

  “I was holding out for that Cantrell cash.” He rubbed his fingers together. “He’s got the big bucks.”

  Claire stage-whispered to me, “It was nice of you to give charity to this hideous stripper who will never make it in the business.”

  “I’m all about charity work,” I deadpanned back.

  Adam joined Rodrigo, tossing his arm over his shoulders. “Claaaire...can I buy you a real lap dance?”

  Rodrigo pushed him aside. “My girl just got the best lap dance of her life.”

  Claire raised a finger. “True. Since that was my first and only, it also qualifies as my best.”

  Rodrigo pointed at her. “Your words are daggers, girl. I’m not happy with you.”

  Adam seemed undeterred. “So, for real, let me buy you a lap dance. I’d love to see that.”

  She shook her head, blushing hard. “I don’t think I’m ready for that yet. Too many people watching.”

  He rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah, if I was making bank, I’d get a private room for you, but alas, I’m not there yet.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I’m thoroughly enjoying my first strip club experience without any extras.”

  And there was not a fucking chance she’d be going into a private room with any man other than me. Adam sure as hell kept shooting his shot, though. I wondered if she had any idea how that boy looked at her.

  He jerked his head toward his chair. “Come sit by me and Roddy. Help us pick a girl to dance for us.”

  Her smile was pinched. “Yeah, maybe in a bit.” She picked up her full drink. “Let me down this first. I need a little liquid lube.”

  Rodrigo dragged Adam back to their seats, giving Claire a wink that said he got her vibe and would take care of the kid who didn’t seem to want to take a hint.

  “I almost feel bad for him.”

  She burst out laughing. “You don’t at all.”

  “I said almost.” It was dark enough, I took a chance and smoothed my palm along her bare thigh. “Tell me if you want me to arrange a private dance.”

  Her eyebrow arched. “You want to watch?”

  “That’s up to you. If you want to do it by yourself, or with Marta and Iris, that’s fine too.”

  She pressed her legs together, trapping my hand. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

  “Yeah.” My thumb dragged back and forth over her smooth skin. “I want you to enjoy yourself however you’d like.”

  Claire had fun watching the boys get their dances and seemed to enjoy the other strippers who took the stage in front of us, but when the first dark-haired woman performed again, she reacted the same as the first time.

  “You want her?” I murmured.

  Her breath caught. “I—yes. I do.”

  “Do you want me to come with you? Or Marta?”

  “You,” she breathed.

  My gut clenched from her blown out pupils and her teeth digging into her bottom lip. I couldn’t get enough of my sweet Claire letting herself be sensual and a little dirty.

  I spoke to my security, asking them to arrange a private dance for us. A few minutes later, a man with an impassive expression showed up to escort us. I tapped Marta on the shoulder.

  “I’m taking Claire home.”

  She glanced at the man waiting for us. “Oh really? That’s your story?”

  “If anyone asks.”

  She sipped her drink, grinning around the glass. “I’ve got it, boss. You’re definitely not going into a back room with your girlfriend.”

  I smirked. “Exactly.”

  Once we were away from our group, I wrapped my arm around Claire’s waist and kissed her shoulder. “Are you excited?”

  She nodded. “And so nervous.”

  “Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

  “What about you?”

  “Me?”

  She tipped her face up to mine, her fingers curling under my beard. “Are you excited?”

  “To watch you? Hell yes. But this is all about you. Only you.”

  We were shown into a small room with
a mirrored back wall, a small platform with a pole, and a tufted leather bench. Claire and I sat down together, and a moment later, the door opened.

  “Hello.” Claire’s dancer walked in, closing the door behind her. “I’m Raquel. What a beautiful couple you are.”

  Her accent was soft and lilting. She sounded like her native language was Spanish or Portuguese.

  I shifted away from Claire, giving her room. “You’re here for her and only her. This is her first time.”

  Raquel walked up to Claire, squatting in front of her. “Hi, beauty. I’d love to take care of you. Do you mind if I touch you?”

  Claire shook her head. “No. I don’t mind.”

  Raquel hit a button behind the bench, turning on a Nine Inch Nails song. She rose to her feet, rotating her body in a slow circle while undulating to the heavy beat. She made eye contact with Claire, giving her a hungry smile, and my girl gave her one back.

  Raquel approached her again, raising one knee onto the bench, and then the other, straddling Claire’s legs.

  “You’re really beautiful,” Claire rasped.

  Raquel lowered her ass onto Claire’s knees, her hands braced on the back of the bench. “You are too. Your breasts are amazing. Does your man love them?”

  Claire nodded while Raquel rolled her hips. “He does.”

  “He’s a lucky man.” She slid forward, grinding her core against Claire, then ran the back of her fingers along Claire’s cheek. “Your skin is so fine. He must touch you constantly.”

  Claire reached for my hand, threading her fingers with mine. “He never stops.”

  “Lucky him,” she cooed.

  Raquel went on, moving over my girl in a languid rhythm. My cock strained in my pants, pulsing from the two beautiful women caught up in each other beside me. They admired each other’s bodies and hair, complimented scents and makeup, but underneath their quiet murmurings was a heady sexuality impossible to ignore.

  “Are you wet for him, beautiful?” Raquel ran her hands along Claire’s sides, skimming her breasts.

  “Yes,” she answered.

  “Mmm...he’ll fuck you so hard when you leave here.”

  “He will.”

  Raquel flipped her hair over one shoulder to whisper in Claire’s ear, and Claire’s fingers flexed between mine.

  For three songs, Raquel gave Claire her undivided attention. Her hands slid along Claire’s legs, pushing her dress up so their skin there could meet. Claire whimpered, but made no move to protest or stop her. She seemed to melt beneath Raquel, while I sat rigid, straining for control.

  When the last song ended, I was close to losing it—to hauling Claire over my shoulder and dragging her out of the room so I could sink myself inside her.

  “Thank you so much, beautiful.” Raquel kissed Claire’s cheek. “This has been my pleasure. Now, go have some fun with your man.”

  She winked at me as I handed her a generous tip, then gathered her discarded clothes and made her way out of the room.

  Claire shot me a shy smile. “Thank you, Dominic.”

  I shook my head at her, more than pleased with this woman beside me. “You fucking loved that.”

  She nodded at the bulge in my pants. “You did too.”

  I pulled her into my lap, her ass pressing against my erection. “This is all for you. Your reactions, the way you were squirming when she touched you, how you let go of your inhibitions and allowed yourself to enjoy every second of it. I am so hard for you, Claire. Only you.”

  Her hips rolled one torturous time. “Then I think you should take me back to the hotel so we can do something about it.”

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Claire

  My skin felt sunburned, and my core was molten. Having a sexy, gorgeous woman writhe all over me had turned me on, but she wasn’t who set me on fire.

  Dominic did.

  It started with the way he encouraged me to enjoy myself. He never once tried to rein me in or mold my experience into the shape he wanted. I knew it killed him not to touch me in front of the others, but he held back because I had asked, and that in itself made me want him more than ever.

  The private dance had only fanned the flames. He made me the center of both his and Raquel’s attention. The thinner, sexier, more conventionally beautiful woman had barely turned his head.

  The ride back to the hotel was interminable. I kept apart from Dominic, because once we got started, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop, and I wanted more than a quick fuck in the back of a limo.

  When we were finally back in my room, tension and lust stood so thick between us, it was almost impossible to move through it.

  He took a seat on the end of my bed. “Will you dance for me?”

  “Really?” My heart skipped a beat from both excitement and nerves. “Would that make you happy?”

  His fingers tapped one at a time on his thighs. “A dream come true.”

  Not giving myself time to get nervous or overthink it, I took my phone from my purse and switched on one of my playlists. “Electric Love” cut through the air, and I kicked off my heels, bouncing to the beat as I made my way to Dominic.

  Draping my arms over his shoulders, I rotated my hips in languid circles. He captured me in his gaze, but what he didn’t understand was I was willing. He didn’t have to cuff me or tie me down with some four-week contract. I wanted him, and I wasn’t running—even if I’d never danced like this for anyone and doing so took me away from my comfort zone.

  He trailed his knuckles down my sides as I moved with the song. Leaning forward, I dusted a kiss across his lips, but he was quicker than me. Long fingers threaded in my hair, keeping me in place to devour my mouth like a starved man.

  Breathless, I pulled back. “You’re distracting me from my dance.”

  Dominic licked his bottom lip and held out his palms. “By all means, continue.”

  Swiveling away from him, I gave a sharp rock of my hips so my dress shimmied around my legs. Dominic’s hands were on me again, gliding up the outline of my curves, following my movements. He kneaded my breasts, then made a path along my stomach with his fingers. I watched him touch me in the full-length mirror facing the bed. The rough tattoos on his skin contrasted with the smooth fabric of my dress so beautifully, I shivered.

  He could tear me apart, but instead, he was reverent. Careful. Worshipful in his gaze and touch. I didn’t shy away from seeing how we looked together in the reflection. When his fingers toyed with the clasp of my dress just under my bust, I helped him open it to reveal my cream, silk thong and miles of freckled, bare skin.

  I cupped my breasts as I sat down in his lap, gently grinding on his erection. Dominic’s gaze met mine in the mirror, just as entranced at watching us together as I was.

  Turning my head, I nuzzled my mouth into his beard. “Take your shirt off so I can feel you.”

  He released my waist to unbutton his shirt, his nimble fingers flying, and tossed it aside. His touch immediately returned to glide the rough pads of his fingers along my lust-drenched skin.

  I tipped my head back to rest on his shoulder, rolling my hips to the new, dream-like song that had begun playing. Dominic kissed along my collarbone and neck—everywhere his lips could reach—and took over cupping my breasts for me. He plucked at my nipples, eliciting whimpers of pleasure from deep inside me.

  “Open your eyes, Claire.” His words were low and commanding, and my compliance was automatic. He squeezed my breasts together, then let them fall as his hands splayed on my stomach. “Do you see what I see?”

  I spoke around the knot in my throat. “Tell me what you see.”

  “This stunning woman,” one hand dipped into my panties, teasing my slit with a fingertip, “owning her power.”

  “What power?” I whispered as he tapped on my clit.

  “You wield all the power. Every day, I drop to my knees for you.” He gripped my pussy in his palm like he owned it. “Your cunt drives me out of my mind. Your whole fucking
being does.”

  “It’s mutual.” Although, I didn’t know if I had lost my mind or only just come to my senses. This thing between us was crazy, but it made more sense than anything had in a long time.

  I reached up to wrap my hand around the nape of his neck, arching my back in the process. Dominic growled, plunging two fingers inside me to the hilt.

  “It’s outrageous. Fucking criminal, Claire.”

  His fingers moved with expert precision, thrusting and playing with my clit at the same time. I tried to keep moving to the beat of the music, but I got lost in Dominic’s rhythm, riding his hand and the thick erection prodding my ass.

  I came so fast and hard, I saw stars. My breath evaporated, and when Dominic ordered me to open my eyes, the reflection showed a lust-filled woman, plump lips parted, nipples in tight peaks, lush hips and thick thighs, spread for the man beneath me—the man with midnight eyes who held me by the throat and pussy with tremulous hands.

  “Dominic,” I rasped.

  He told me to stand, and when I did, he stood at my back, removing his pants and my panties. He was a dark tower behind me, keeping his secrets in the shadows he shrouded himself with. Dominic was beautiful in the same way as a rolling storm—fascinating to watch, and almost impossible to look away from, but equally dangerous.

  For a brief moment, when our gazes clashed in the mirror, his guard collapsed. There, in his stern brow and tight jaw, behind the stardom and fame, was a man on the precipice. That split-second showed me how unsure he was. About what? I would never know, because he pulled me back down to the bed, onto his lap, and thrust inside me.

  My legs hung on either side of his knees, giving him full control—what he needed after that accidental slip of vulnerability. He spread me wide, and the sight of my slick pussy molding around his thick length as he moved inside me held both of our attention. He went slow and deep, dragging along my inner walls with that same precision his fingers had.

  My nails dug into his corded arms. “This makes me scared.”