Rockstar Retreat

by Summer Cooper

  “Hang on,” I said breathlessly, pushing lightly on his shoulders. He kept one of his hands on my breast as he pulled back to look at me. “Tell me you have another condom, Jerrik.”

  He grinned. “What do you take me for? Of course, I do.”

  I would have scoffed any other time.

  “Strip and get on the bed,” I said, giving commands of my own. “Tell me where to get the condom.”

  His eyebrows shot up at my order, but he stood up and pulled off his tank top, revealing his firm, tattooed chest. At some point, when we weren’t both so impatient to get to the main event, I would get him to lie back for me so I could map out his tattoos with my mouth and hands. I never thought of getting one myself, and I had never dated anyone with tattoos, but on him, they looked beautiful.

  Jerrik noticed me looking, and he smirked, the same smug look he’d had on the last time we got naked and dirty together. I rolled my eyes at him.

  “I’m sure you know you’re hot, Jerrik, so get undressed, please. And the condom.”

  He shrugged. “Okay, so, since our day at the beach, I’ve been keeping them in the nightstand.”

  He let his pants drop, followed by his briefs, his hard cock free and moving in the air as he kicked both aside and moved to lie back on the bed. He lay himself down like he was putting himself on display, folding his arms under his head and raising one knee, his other lay a little to the side, so I had a clear view of his very impressive endowments.

  Before, at the beach, I had been the one in his position. I wanted time to just look, but I reminded myself I was technically still on the clock.

  I went to the nightstand and tugged the drawer open, my eyebrows shooting up as I pulled out a long strip of condoms.

  “Exactly what was in your mind when you packed for your trip here?” I asked, turning to him with the condoms held up.

  He didn’t even have the grace to be ashamed, smirking again. “I was thinking I would look for a few distractions.”

  “And just how many did you find?” I asked, a hint of jealousy in my voice.

  He chuckled, the low, husky sound making my body shiver. “Besides the smoking and the drinking, and all the other shit I have to do while I’m here like those stupid sessions? It’s only you.”

  That pleased me a lot more than I would have thought.

  I dropped the condoms on top of the nightstand, ripping one from the strip and crawling onto the bed.

  Jerrik watched me with hooded eyes, looking relaxed. His cock lay on his abdomen; the head flushed a dark pink as I took it in my hand. I stopped around the middle and leaned down to kiss up the vein that ran underneath, then rolled my tongue over the head.

  He groaned, his hips shifting. “I wouldn’t mind if you did more of that,” he murmured, voice husky.

  I winked at him, his leg lowering onto the bed as I shifted to straddle his thighs. “Maybe later.”

  His groan of disappointment had me saying fuck it, and I took him in my mouth for one long moment, taking him deep, down my throat, until his hand were in my hair and his hips were pressing into my face. I sucked him hard, all the way to the tip and he loved it.

  “Sharon.” He murmured, encouragement or a protest to stop?

  I did it again, my hand an extra tool to make him shiver beneath me until his hips were driving into my face fast and shallow. He was getting too close, too fast, my talented tongue something he hadn’t planned on.

  I pulled away, despite a very definite groan of protest, and grinned up at him.

  “Next time, baby.”

  He watched me, his breath a rapid staccato in the room, as I found the condom and brought it up to my mouth and ripped the foil with my teeth, pulling the rubber out. I slid the condom down Jerrik’s cock, giving him a couple of strokes, grinning when he grunted. His hands moved to hold onto my hips.

  “This will have to be another quickie,” I whispered. “I’m still on the clock.” I spread my folds with my fingers as he watched. My own juices were enough to make my fingers slide around easily. He’d have no problems sliding into me.

  Jerrik chuckled again, smiling at me even as his eyes kept flitting from my face to my breasts, to the place between us where our bodies would soon be joined.

  “Well, aren’t you a naughty girl, running off for a quickie in the middle of a job?”

  “It’s your fault for being so irresistible.”

  Before he could come up with some witty response to that, I took his cock in my hand and held him up, positioning the head at my entrance, then sank down on him, hard and fast, making us both moan. My head fell back as my body shivered in pleasure at the way he filled me. I loved how he stretched me, and I loved it even better when he moved inside me.

  But I was in charge, at least for the moment, and I made use of it. I rose up on my knees, pulling out until just the tip of his cock remained inside and slamming back down. Jerrik’s hands flexed on my hips as I started to ride him, playing my hands on his chest as I moved my hips up and down, then circled, then ground down against him. One of his hands moved up from my hips to cup my breast, and I moaned as he teased at the nipple, rolling and tugging it between his fingers.

  When I looked at his face, I almost smiled at the blissed out look on his face. I was the one that put that look there, and I felt some pride in myself for that feat.

  “Enjoying yourself?” I teased, voice breathless.

  His lips formed a smirk, even as he began to pant for breath and met my eyes. “Do you have to ask, now of all times?”

  No, I didn’t. It was plain to see he liked it. But I wouldn’t mind hearing it either.

  I pulled my hands from his chest, leaning to brace against his thigh as I gyrated my hips, fucking myself on his cock as I circled my hips. My head fell back again as I moaned and moved my hips even faster.

  Jerrik’s hand squeezed my breast, then both were back on my hips, and he lifted me up a little, pulling me down as he slammed his hips up in a hard thrust.

  “Fuck,” I cried out, looking up to meet his eyes. I wondered just how desperate to come I looked to him.

  “You look like you’re having a lot of fun there,” he murmured as he gave another harsh thrust. “Let me join in too.”

  I balanced with both my hands on his thighs, digging in with my nails so I wouldn’t slip as he thrust his hips up, tugging my hips down against him as he fucked me, hard. Even with me on top, he was still the one in charge. That might have pissed me off, and any other time I would have tried to get back control, but it felt too good.

  We moved together, our bodies perfectly in time with each other, as I felt the first shock of orgasm hit me. I gasped, my back arching to hit just the right spot deep inside me as his cock flexed at the same moment. It was so good, too fucking good, and I let myself go with a cry of pleasure as his hands gripped my hips. I don’t know what I said, I might have even confessed to loving him, but I didn’t care, I just wanted to keep coming on his dick as I rode him hard and fast.

  Jerrik let me have my way as I hit my climax, I dug my nails even deeper into his thighs, leaning my head back as I cried out. I heard Jerrik growl low and deep as I felt his cock twitch within me, his thrusts not slowing as he came. His breath was a vicious hiss as he found his release within me, his own fingernails digging into my hips as he gripped me tighter to him. I felt another wave of pleasure rock me and I danced on him, following him as we gripped each other to the point of leaving marks.

  The rock of our bodies slowed down as we came down from orgasm. With a groan, I moved so I was lying down on his chest, his arms going around me to hold me to him. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest and knew mine had to be doing the same.

  “This can’t ever end.” He whispered, but I still heard him.

  I was so comfortable, I could have fallen asleep like that, but his words made me tense. Then I realized I still had to get back to work, and I groaned for an entirely different reason.

  “What is it?” Jerri
k whispered, his hand sliding through my hair.

  “Work, remember? I still have to go.”

  His hand stilled, but only for a moment, then he was running his hand through my hair again, his other arm tightening around my waist.

  “Just stay a bit longer.”

  I sighed, reluctant, but I knew I would anyway.

  “Only for a few minutes.”

  I was nervous about the way Jerrik made me feel. Not only did he make me feel good, but he made me feel better than I had in such a long time.

  13

  Jerrik

  I hated to admit it, but I wasn’t acting my age. Though, in a way, it should have been fair that I was acting like some love sick teenager—I hadn’t had the freedom to act how I pleased until I was twenty and on my own, after all.

  It did make me feel a lot better that Sharon was in the same boat as me.

  I looked up at the sound of an opening door, to see the center of my thoughts coming out of my bathroom in one of my tank tops and nothing else. She was still a little wet, and the fabric clung to her, but as I watched her breasts and hips sway as she came over to where I was lying on the bed, I couldn’t complain.

  “Hey there,” she murmured. She raised one of her knees onto the bed and leaned across my chest to peck a kiss on my lips. When she went to pull back, I followed her, but because I didn’t want to get up, I let her go as I slumped back into the pillows. “I need to hurry back to my place and get changed.”

  My eyes ran over her sexy body again, this time an eyebrow arching. “Are you going out like that?”

  She mirrored my look. “Like hell, Jerrik. I don’t think anyone will see me, but I’m not going to tempt fate like that.”

  I chuckled as she turned away from me to go and pick up her clothes.

  “Are you sure you can't stay longer?” I called out.

  “Of course I can't. I’m not supposed to be sleeping in here at all, you know. It just means that we’ll get caught quicker.”

  I sighed. It was quickly approaching my time to leave, and I had a hard time believing I had been at the retreat for so long already. I was meant to stay there for a few weeks, and besides that first one, they had gone by so fast.

  We hadn't talked about what would happen after my time was up. I didn’t live anywhere near the retreat, and if I kept making trips to come and visit her, we would be found out. I had a feeling she didn’t want the media interfering in her life as they did in mine.

  I watched as she pulled the tank off and put on her bra, then her dress. She didn’t bother putting on her panties, and I grinned. That was mostly my fault. That she was standing there all dressed, knowing she had no panties on, was making me hot. If only my recovery period after orgasm was as impressive as hers, I could have tried to talk her into a quickie. As it was, it was growing brighter outside, and more people than I would have thought were up by sunrise.

  “Come over here for a sec,” I called, my voice husky.

  Sharon gave me a suspicious look, but she did get closer. I pushed myself to sit up, and when she was close enough, put an arm around her neck to pull her down to me for a kiss.

  “I’ll see you soon,” I murmured, with our faces close enough for our lips to brush together as I spoke.

  “Later, Jerrik,” she said in answer, pecking my lips before pulling away and heading for the door. In a moment, she was gone.

  After a few minutes, when I didn’t feel like going back to sleep, I decided to get up instead and go shower. I didn’t have any scheduled sessions for the day, but I wanted to be out for breakfast.

  It was an hour or so when a knock on my door let me know breakfast was ready. I was in such a good mood recently, I’d stopped bothering the staff, and they’d learned to give me my space. The knock was simple, three raps against the door, and whoever it was left me to my own devices. Showered and dressed, I left my room.

  “Hey there, Jerry!”

  I turned an unimpressed look at the bastard with the gall to call me that. He was about as big as me, but slighter, with brown hair and brown eyes. He stayed close to me, though we’d never talked before because… well, I wasn’t interested in talking to people. He had been there the day I blew up on that member of staff and got Sharon in trouble with her boss. Later, when I’d gone for dinner, he started talking to me out of nowhere.

  Now, he thought we were friends or something. But I couldn’t exactly say I minded.

  “I’ve told you not to call me that, moron.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, it’s a good name.”

  “You make me sound like a kid,” I retorted. “How would you like it if I called you Toby, huh?”

  Tobias just snickered. “It suits you more than me though.”

  It was my turn to roll my eyes, but I couldn’t exactly refuse. Now that my head was clearer, I was ashamed that I’d acted so poorly before. It was a wonder I hadn’t gotten myself kicked out of the retreat.

  “Hey, you two!” Britney, another guest at the retreat, called over to us. “Are we heading for breakfast, or do the two of you need some time alone? We’ve got a class after this, and if you’re late, we’ll leave you behind.”

  Tobias smacked my arm lightly. “Come on, you know the only reason we’re late is that this guy needs a babysitter.”

  I rolled my eyes again, exaggerating the movement, and Britney and the other four people in our little group, standing right behind her, laughed at the two of us.

  I’d learned to socialize, so when I couldn’t see Sharon on some days, I at least had someone else to hang out with and talk to. And I came to realize other people at the retreat weren’t half bad, but Tobias, Britney and the others were the ones I hung around most.

  Either they didn’t know I was a famous singer, or they did and they just didn’t care, because they treated me like a normal person. I couldn’t remember anyone, besides Tom, that had done that before. People hung around me more for what my position and image could get them than because they liked me. I didn’t exactly have a shining personality, so it was a wonder they put up with me at all.

  But as I followed behind the group, first to breakfast, then on to class, I knew these guys were a little different. Hanging around them was what allowed me to graduate from meeting a practitioner one on one to join a class with more people, and I found it so much easier to relax that way.

  Especially around this group. I’d come to discover, as I came out of my shell, in my way, and started opening up to this group, that it wasn’t just me going through shit. Everyone had their demons they had locked up in their closet. I was the only one that lost my shit, but these guys talked to me because, in their ways, they understood. Nothing had been said outright, but enough hints were dropped.

  And yet, unlike me, they all still managed to have normal relationships with others, they talked and laughed. From the outside, it was hard to tell they were anything but happy people.

  It made me realize something that I really should have known from the beginning. Compared to other people, what I went through didn’t rule my life, not unless I let it. Things happened to people, good and bad, but it wasn’t about that. It was about how you dealt with the shit in your life.

  Thanks to Sharon and my new friends, I was finding newer, safer ways to cope. And I had hope that maybe one day I’d forgive myself for what happened with my mother.

  14

  Sharon

  There was a knock on my room’s door, and I looked up at it in surprise. I still had some time before breakfast and more before I needed to dress and go to work, but I already had my uniform on which just consisted of white pants and a matching shirt. A sign of purity, which was kind of crazy, because most of the girls were far from that when they were away from here. I didn’t feel much better than them, as I thought about the time that I’d just spent with Jerrik.

  It was so strange because I never got visitors. Samantha had come to my room a couple of times, but she usually let herself in or called out fo
r me to let her in. Whoever was on the other side of my door waited silently.

  I had an idea who it could be, and I was part hopeful, part apprehensive that it was him. But no, I hadn't allowed Jerrik anywhere near my room, though I’d gone to his plenty of times already for some clandestine fun.

  After a moment of hesitation, I went to open the door. And I wasn’t sure if it was good or bad that it wasn’t Jerrik there but Henry instead.

  “Um, can I help you, sir?” I asked politely, even though I knew what he came for.

  He tilted his head towards the inside of my room. “May I come in?”

  “Of course,” I said immediately, stepping aside to let him through, then letting the door close.

  He let himself inside, and I wanted him back out instantly. I didn’t have much to call mine, but this little space had been mine for the time I’d been working at the retreat. My boss looked around at all of it, and part of me rebelled at the idea of someone I didn’t know invading my space and eyeing my things. If he hadn't been Henry, I wouldn’t have let him in at all.

  “Was there something you wanted me to do for you, sir?” I asked tentatively, after moments of silence.

  He stopped, then turned to face me. The look on his face surprised me because I thought he looked a little tired. But then that look was gone, replaced by the professional face he held up in front of all the staff.

  “Sharon, we talked last time, and I was pretty sure we understood each other at the time.”

  Oh, yeah. He knows, I thought to myself. And he was not happy with it.

  “We understood each other perfectly, sir,” I replied honestly.

  I’d understood what he’d told me—I’d simply disregarded what he’d told me and did what I wanted. Hell, I tried to be discreet, and I’d been so sure I was successful. It was almost time for Jerrik to leave, anyway, so why couldn’t this confrontation have waited?