Rock Hard: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance

by Archer, Arielle

  If I thought I was feeling fireworks when he pressed his lips against me through my panties, well let's just say that didn't hold a candle to his tongue inside me. Holy shit! Holy fucking shit!

  I couldn't help myself. I was already so turned on. Like I said, I was operating on a hair trigger to begin with. As soon as he made contact my hips bucked. My body thrust up. I felt an impossible bonfire of pleasure running through me. Threatening to overwhelm me. I felt another explosion as he moved up and his tongue swirled around my already engorged clit.

  Yes. Dear God yes. Shit! That was exactly what I needed. Exactly what I'd been waiting for!

  I squeezed my eyes shut and my mouth opened. I heard something wailing off in the distance, as though I was having an out of body experience, and with a start I realized that was me. That was me screaming. That was me shouting Grant's name over and over again as I had both of my hands buried in his shaggy hair. As I held him down against my pussy as he continued his teasing assault. As he continued moving his tongue down around my clit, then pressing up inside me, then moving back out in the most incredible technique.

  It was obvious this was a man who knew what he was doing down there. This was a man who had plenty of practice, and for once I found myself not worrying about all the women he might've potentially been with before me to get this good. No, I sang his praises to the heavens. I thanked the stars above and any gods who might be listening that he had this incredible talent. That he was this fucking skilled with his tongue, because oh my God!

  I didn't want to come down from this feeling. I wanted to stay on that orgasmic plateau for the rest of my life. I wanted to keep his head buried between my thighs for all of eternity.

  Only all good things must come to an end, and eventually pleasure turned into a sort of ticklish feeling down between my legs. I started to giggle and he pulled away. His face was slick with my juices. Damn! I must have really been turned on!

  "So I take it you had fun?" he asked.

  "Shut up and fuck me!" I gasped.

  26: Explosive

  Damn. I was being really forward. I was really being demanding! And yet it's not like I could help myself. I wanted the full experience, and chances are this was the only night I was going to get to enjoy that. I was going to take my pleasure.

  I didn't have to demand that he fuck me twice. No, it was hilarious the way he scrambled to get his clothes off. A couple of buttons on his shirt actually ripped as he pulled it off and I was treated to his muscular body in all its glory.

  It was weird. Here was a body that had been on countless posters when I was younger. Here was a body that had been on display at the concert the night before to countless women who were lusting after him. And yet here he was all mine. Well, he was all mine last night and tonight at least. The point is I was the one who had him totally and completely, even if he did regularly share a small part of himself with huge crowds.

  And that had me wondering. What if it wasn't the same tonight as it had been in the past with all the women he'd been with in the past? What if he'd shared a part of himself with them, but he was somehow, for some inexplicable reason that I couldn't fathom, deciding that he wanted to share everything with me?

  It seemed crazy. It seemed impossible, but it was a nice thought even if I knew it was a pipe dream. Even if I knew deep down this was nothing more than a brief dalliance while he was in town.

  Next he was working on his pants, hopping out of them in record time. Which was just fine with me. I was treated, once more, to the incredible sight of his cock springing free. The thing was massive. It was perfect. It looked delicious. It made me want to go down on him again, but he had other ideas.

  He looked me up and down and it sent a wave of heat running over my body where his eyes raked over mine.

  "We have a problem here," he said.

  I blinked. "A problem? What are you talking about?"

  "Here I am completely naked and ready to go, and you're still in your underwear!"

  I could have smacked myself. I was being such a fucking idiot! Of course we weren't going to have much fun if I was still in my clothes! And so it was my turn to scramble and get out of my clothes in record time.

  My bra was unsnapped in a flash and tossed to the side. I started pulling on my panties, but then he fell down between my legs to lend a hand. I lifted my ass to give him an assist and then they were gone and tossed across the room to land on the floor with the rest of our clothes. I shrugged out of my bra in record time and we were ready to go.

  Then it was happening. It was finally happening. The thing I'd been hoping for all night long, but also afraid of. I don't know why I was afraid of it, especially considering how fucking hot this whole thing had been. I was more than a little afraid of falling for him. Of having genuine feelings for a man who would have to remain out of reach because of who he was.

  But in the moment I didn't care about any of that. I didn't care about any of the potential complications of who he was. I didn't give a fuck about the reluctance I'd been feeling in fits and spurts all night long.

  No, in that moment he was just a sexy man. I was just a woman who needed to feel him inside me. It was a lot like how I'd felt yesterday when I met him in the diner and he was just another hot guy. The pop star was gone, and it was just the man hovering over me, positioning his cock at my entrance.

  But just the man was more than enough for me. Had always been more than enough for me, considering I'd met him before I even knew who he was.

  It was so intimate. So nice. And I found myself, not for the first time but with way more intensity this time around, desperately hoping that maybe there was more to this than just a fleeting dalliance. As he sank inside me I found myself wishing that this was a feeling I could have whenever I wanted. That I could go off with him and live the dream.

  It was stupid, but there was nothing that I wanted more.

  And then he was inside me. I felt full in a way that I never had. In a way that was hotter even than the night before. It felt right. Everything felt perfect.

  "Are you okay?" he asked.

  I blinked. And I was surprised to realize that my eyes were moist. That a single tear had trickled down from my left eye. Damn it. I was getting so overwhelmed that I was crying? Right in front of him? That was the last thing I wanted! Damn it!

  "I'm fine," I said. "Just a little overwhelmed."

  "I'll take that as a compliment," he said. A grin split his face. "I have to admit this is the first time I've ever had a girl crying…"

  "Shut up and fuck me!" I hissed.

  Once again I didn't have to tell him twice. He pulled out and slammed inside me. I grunted and my tits bounced under his thrust. Damn that felt good!

  He pounded inside me, and every time it sent a white hot heat running through my body. It set my hairs standing on end. It had me closing my eyes and tossing my head back and forth. My hair was flopping this way and that as he completely dominated me. As I reveled in the sensation of his cock moving in and out of me over and over like a pistoning jackhammer.

  No, this wasn’t a night for slow lovemaking. This was a night for us to take pleasure from one another. And I was more than happy for him to take it however he wanted. As fast and hard as he wanted!

  I let out a gasp every time he bottomed out inside me. A gasp that quickly turned to loud moans. I reached up and raked my fingers down his back, not caring if I left scratch marks.

  No, I wanted to leave my mark on him just as much as he'd left his mark on me when he was sucking on my neck. I wrapped my legs around him and willed him to go deeper. Needed him to go deeper.

  And the entire time he was over me groaning. His muscles would press against me and then he would pull back as he pistoned in and out of me several times. Sweat was forming on his brow and it was obvious he was having one hell of a good time.

  "Do it," I said. "Come for me. Come inside me Grant."

  I was acting crazy, but I didn't care. I just needed to f
eel him inside me. I needed to feel that final explosion. I needed to feel him filling me. I realized that was what I needed to go over the edge. For me to get that final explosion that had been threatening all night.

  Again and again he grunted. Over and over I moaned. The two of us came together in a symphony of noises as I felt electric pleasure coursing through me. As I felt my body building towards something big. Something fucking huge. Something that put everything that had come before this evening to shame. Something that felt like it was going to put what I'd felt the night before to shame.

  And finally with a roar he buried himself inside me one final time. I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my head back. Arched my body up to meet him as I pulled down with my legs. As I pulled him as deep as he could possibly go inside me. As I felt him explode. As I felt his warmth traveling up inside my body.

  There we were. There was what I needed. There was the explosion I so desperately had to have. Waves of pleasure washed over me. I allowed myself to get lost in that overwhelming flood of emotion as he exploded inside me. As I felt like this was what I'd been looking for my entire life. As I suddenly had the content feeling that this was the man that I needed. This was what I'd wanted and been searching for, even if I was just out of college and hadn't been searching for too terribly long.

  All of that was forgotten as pleasure washed over me though. As I was lost in the moment. As explosions radiated out from my pussy to the rest of my body. As I reveled in the feeling of his muscular body pressing down against me. As I reveled in the sensation of knowing that I was getting an experience that would be the envy of millions of women all around the country, but for the moment he was mine. All mine.

  And they couldn't have him.

  I blinked. I was surprised to feel that possessive streak, but there it was. Everything was so right about this moment. Everything was perfect as we came together. And I was starting to come to peace with the fact, finally, that he was who he was and I didn’t care. As long as I had the man that’s all that mattered. All that rock star stuff I could figure out later.

  As long as he wanted to figure it out with me. That was still the big question, wasn’t it? Was all of this a ruse or was this the real thing? It sure as hell felt like the real thing to me, but I guess I wasn’t the one who really mattered. No, the one who mattered was Grant. Was he going to stay now that he’d gotten his repeat performance?

  Strangely enough I still felt at peace despite that worry. I wasn’t feeling any of the panic from the night before. It was a subtle but important shift, and it felt good. Really good.

  Grant rolled off of me and I sighed in disappointment. I know we were done with the fun for now, but I really would have been happy if he’d stayed there for a little longer. Then again from the way he propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at me with that disarming grin that still set me on fire I suppose it was worth having him pull out.

  God I must’ve looked like a hot mess. It was a wonder he was grinning at me like that, but I took that grin as a positive sign. He wasn’t giving me his card and calling me a cab or anything. Then he got an apprehensive look on his face and I felt terror shooting through me.

  No. No! It wasn’t fair. I get all used to the idea of being with Grant. I make peace with who he is and the fact that he’s head over heels for me, and it’s at that moment that he decides to let the other shoe drop! It wasn’t fair!

  Though I suppose I deserved it just a little for bailing on him the night before when things were going so well. Why would he trust me when I’d already demonstrated I couldn’t be trusted? He opened his mouth and I squeezed my eyes shut, dreading the inevitable.

  Damn it. It figures this would happen just when I’d finally decided I might be okay with Twenty Promises after all these years.

  “So I need to go clean up just a bit. You okay hanging here for a few?”

  I blushed, and probably not for the reasons he was thinking. I was such an idiot, operating on a hair trigger like that thinking that for some reason things were going to go to hell. Of course he just needed to go clean up. I grinned and prayed that the blush wasn’t too obvious.

  “Of course. Go ahead and have your fun,” I said.

  Grant stood and made his way towards the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on and raised an eyebrow. Going for a full shower? That was a bold move. Particularly when I was waiting out here and ready for him to come back for round two. I needed more of Grant Thompson and the groupie experience.

  His head popped out from the bathroom. “What would you say to joining me in here?”

  I grinned. “Give me a minute and I’ll be there.”

  His head disappeared back into the bathroom and I was sitting there wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Give me a minute and I’ll be in there? Wasn’t I the one who was just thinking how much I needed another round with him and here it was in the offing and I was making some lame attempt at still playing hard to get like an idiot.

  I was about to hop up and go to join him, dignity be damned, when a buzz pulled my attention away from the shower. I looked over and realized his phone had fallen out of his pants. It’s not like I was trying to spy on his messages or anything. I couldn’t really help it. I was just glancing down at the screen and the text was big enough that I could clearly see the message that had popped up.

  I didn’t like what I was reading.

  “How’s the date night going? Hurry up and get that groupie out of your system. We need to go!”

  I didn’t like the name I was seeing attached to that message either. Blake. The asshole who’d seduced Kayla and then left her high and dry, though it seemed like she expected that from the way she’d talked about him on the ride home from the concert in the wee hours of the morning earlier today. She’d said things about Blake that seemed pretty accurate based on what little I knew of him, though at the same time she’d said things about Grant that I didn’t want to believe. Things I’d ignored because I didn’t want to believe them. Because I wanted to believe he was genuinely interested in me even while I was running from him in terror of what might be developing between us.

  Only with that message it seemed that what was developing between us had been exactly what I was afraid it was: a lie. A huge lie that he was using just to get me in bed. Get the groupie out of his system?

  There was one thing I could take comfort in. If he was inviting me to come shower with him then I wasn’t out of his system. Not yet. What I was, though, was furious. Livid. I turned to the shower and tried to think of how I was going to play this. I didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know what to say. I was about to explode.

  I scooped up his phone and my clothes and forced myself to put one foot in front of the other. To move towards the bathroom and the shower. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but whatever it was, it was going to happen in there.

  27: An Offer

  I pulled out the cheap hotel soap, amazing how even at one of the more expensive joints in town they managed to make it look as low-rent as possible, and sudsed up. I heard noise and turned to see Mia staring at me through the glass. The shower in here was a pretty nice deal. It ran along the whole side of the bathroom with shower heads at all different levels. Not as nice as the one I had in the house in Malibu, but pretty decent for being as far from civilization as I was now.

  As I looked her up and down my breath caught. It just wasn’t fair for a girl to look as sexy as she did. To be as incredible as she was in bed. To have my cock standing at attention again and all she was doing was standing there looking at me with an uncertain expression that had me shaking my head and chuckling.

  I had no idea why she would be feeling uncertain now. Particularly after everything we’d done last night and just now. I figured she’d be all about hopping in the shower and having a good time, but there was something about the way she was holding herself that had me wondering if something was wrong.

  Something else was weird. She’d changed back into the
outfit she wore when I picked her up from her office. Why would she change back into her clothes when I just made an invitation into the shower? What was I missing?

  I shook it off. I had to be imagining things. A girl didn’t give a performance like she just had in bed if she was in any way reluctant. I figured she’d join me any moment. Her being clothed just meant I would have the opportunity to unwrap her again, and that was just fine with me.

  I was starting to think that a big part of why she was so incredible in bed was because of how I was feeling about her. Being with her was so nice. Everything seemed to come naturally as though everything was right in the world. She was so smart, so gorgeous, and the fact that she had an innocence about her as though she didn’t realize she was such a catch just made her all the hotter in my eyes.

  And now as I looked at her, as I drank in her beauty, I found myself at a loss for words.

  I’d come to a realization while I was on top of her. While I felt her body shuddering underneath me as she was overcome by pleasure. As I was enveloped by her body and felt an intensity with her that I’d never felt with a woman before.

  I wanted her with me. All the time. I didn’t want to leave this city if it meant leaving Mia. Of course there was a solution to that, but it was crazy. I didn’t think she’d go for it even after what we’d just done. I was still terrified deep down that she would get up and decide she’d done her duty. She’d given me the date I wanted and that was all I was going to get.

  I wanted so much more, but I couldn’t bring myself to open my damn mouth and actually ask her. Damn it!

  You’d think this sort of thing would get easier with time. You’d think being the lead singer in an internationally recognized music act that had women shrieking for my body on the regular, even after ten years, would give me enough confidence to open my damn mouth and ask her. Though I guess it was because I was reluctant, because I wasn’t entirely sure of the answer, that she was the one I wanted to ask in the first place.