by Alex Wolf
Jesus.
Hate.
I should’ve hated him for saying that.
But I didn’t.
I wanted him more than ever. I wanted him to be rough. I wanted to get my money’s worth for my one night of debauchery.
My nipples hardened against my dress as he claimed my mouth again. I ground against him, moaning into his mouth over and over as he swallowed the sounds. I heard a ding before he turned me and walked me out of the elevator with our lips still attached. His hands slid to my ass, and before I knew what’d happened, he’d hoisted me up and my legs locked around him.
I clung to him as he walked, hesitating a moment before he set me down on something and pulled away to take a deep breath. I looked around. I was on a couch in a giant living room with huge floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked Denver.
Gage scooted behind me and kissed my neck as I let my head fall to the side. His lips were soft yet demanding as I sighed happily. Just then, he sucked and bit down on my neck, hard enough that I knew it’d leave marks.
I didn’t care. His mouth was hot, and I arched into him. His arms wrapped around my waist and I turned my head to meet his lips. We kissed for a couple seconds that felt like minutes before separating.
He pulled me onto his lap and I straddled him. His thick, hard cock pressed against me. I wrapped my arms around him and he bent down and slung my shoes across the living room.
“As promised.”
I shook my head at him slowly, wondering what I was doing, yet loving every second of it. His lips were soft and his tongue demanding as I tried to get closer to him, needing more.
“Yeah, you don’t want this at all.” He smirked as he dug his fingers into my grinding hips.
I knew my skirt was pushed up from the way I was sitting but I didn’t care. His words should’ve pissed me off, but I didn’t care. I was letting go for just one night and giving in to my needs.
My fingers gripped the hem of his shirt and I tugged on it. He pulled away from me and lifted it over his head in one fluid motion. I stared at his amazing body for a long moment. He wasn’t huge, but long and muscular like a swimmer’s frame. His abs were cut and chiseled, like pieces of a puzzle.
I couldn’t control myself and ground my heat against his cock, trying to stoke the flames between us even higher. I wanted to goad him on. Help rile him up, so he’d give me what I needed just this once.
He slipped one hand down to my bare legs, stroking up toward the hem of my skirt. His eyes changed as he looked at me, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
“You have no idea what I’m going to do to you.”
I shivered when his fingers met the lace of my panties.
“I’m going to fuck this tight little pussy. It’s mine for the night.” He cupped me in his palm and squeezed.
My heart went into overdrive and I couldn’t stop myself from clenching around nothing.
He smirked at my reaction.
“I’m not going to be nice either.”
I wanted to match him for some reason. I wanted to get everything out of him that he had to offer. “Do it then.”
He gripped my rear, practically jumping up from the couch, then tossed me over his shoulder and spanked my ass hard. His fingers dug into me, and I was surprised at his sudden burst of strength and how much I enjoyed the delicious stinging that radiated down my legs.
I held on for dear life as he stalked toward the room. My stomach turned flips with excitement. It was all so rugged and primal. He was like a caveman or Viking.
We finally turned, and he carried me to a bed and tossed me on top of it. Before I could figure out what was happening, he had a knee between my thighs and shoved them apart.
My head flew back onto the mattress as he moved up between me and thrust his hard cock against my center. I stared up at his face and his eyes were half-hooded and dark. There was something in them I couldn’t describe as he raked his gaze up and down my body.
I’d never felt a man just—want me like that. He looked like he would do unspeakable things, just to shove himself inside me. It was everything I should detest, but at that moment—I didn’t. I wanted it. I wanted him.
“This won’t do.” He slid his hands up my stomach and ripped open my dress, exposing my breasts with nothing but my bra between him and what he wanted.
He shoved it up over them and dove down onto one with his mouth.
I thought I might die when his hot lips landed on me. He bit, sucked, licked. I closed my eyes and tried to memorize every flick of his tongue and every nip of his teeth.
He pawed at my clothes as he thrust over and over, dry humping anything in his way while he sucked on my hard nipple.
Every tingling sensation in my body flowed through my limbs and landed straight in my clit. Somehow, I was naked and had no idea how he’d done it.
“Fuck me. Please. I want you.”
He leaned up and grinned.
I was already about to come, and I nearly lost it. He was absolutely gorgeous, cut and ripped. Nothing but lean muscle and rough sinew. I bit my lip at the way the moonlight from the window danced across his body.
He looked down and seared me with his eyes once more. They roamed over my body, heating anything in their path while he inspected me. “I’m going to take my fucking time with you.”
Jesus.
He trailed a finger down the valley of my breasts, all the way to my clit, his eyes locked on mine the entire time. His head canted slightly to the side when his fingertip grazed my tight bundle of nerves.
I shuddered. At his stare, his finger—fuck, just at him.
He slid his index finger through my slick folds, and I arched into him, wanting it inside me, wanting him to never stop touching me.
“So. Fucking. Wet.” He slid it inside me and curled up perfectly to the spot that’d make me cry out.
He held it there, applying pressure and massaging in tiny circles.
“There it is, right fucking there.”
I gasped for breaths, my hands shooting out to the sides and fisting the sheets, doing everything I could to hold back the tension.
He leaned down and kissed me, slow but firm, soft but rough, just like him. I opened up for him immediately, letting his tongue have whatever it wanted.
He finally broke the kiss and leaned to my ear. “That’s just a finger. Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this tight little cunt.” He plunged deeper and stroked my clit with his thumb.
“Mmhmm.” The sound came out as a whimper.
His thumb rolled over my clit in small lazy circles and my head turned sideways. I bit the sheets bunched up next to my face and groaned.
“Wait ‘til I shove my cock in here.”
I lost it, hips bucking wildly as his fingers sped up. Wave after wave filtered through my body and sparks went off behind my eyelids.
My whole body tensed and tightened, my pussy clamping around his finger. He shoved it deep and pressed his thumb hard on my clit as I came undone on his hand.
“Fuck.” I could barely breathe. My whole body trembled and convulsed.
When my eyes finally opened, he was hovering inches from my face, staring into my eyes.
“You’re beautiful when you come. Fucking poetic.”
I lunged up at him and our mouths clashed together. I clawed at his back, wanting—needing more, yanking him into me.
He shoved me back down to the bed and slid down to my tits, licking everything in his path.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you with my mouth.”
“Oh my God.”
He worked down my breasts and along my stomach.
Flames shot through my limbs and licked at my fingers and toes.
When he got between my legs, he took his time, teasing, licking, sucking. He bit down on the inside of my thigh hard enough to leave a bruise, then wrenched my legs apart.
My eyes darted down, and he was still staring at me, nothing but intensity in his irises.
“Has anyone ever licked this pussy before?”
I shook my head.
It was true. I’d never let anyone, because I’d never really thought I’d enjoy it, but now I was reconsidering really fast.
His eyebrows rose. “Never?”
“N-no, fuck.”
His fingers stroked lightly across my clit right when I answered him, causing me to stutter.
“Lucky me.” He licked from the sensitive area right above my ass and flattened his tongue on me. It slid the entire length of my slit, barely parting my folds, and the tip of his tongue landed on my clit. His head tilted up and he licked his lips. “My God, that is one sweet cunt.”
“Jesus.” I panted, my arms up over my head.
One of his hands slid up to my breast, and his fingers pinched one of my nipples.
“Want me to keep going?”
I glared down at him, giving him all the answer he needed.
He smiled with his mouth pressed against my heat. “That’s what I fucking thought.”
His words vibrated through my core, and I was on the edge again already.
His tongue swirled and flicked across my clit, and before long he had two fingers inside me, working my spot. His mouth stayed focused on my swollen bud, and soon my hands were in his hair, scratching, and pulling.
He sucked my clit between his teeth and he hummed the entire time, like he was singing one of his songs.
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything but try not to suffocate him by squeezing my legs around his face.
Every time I was close, he would slow, like he was perfectly in tune with my body and knew exactly how to tease me and keep me hanging on the edge of release.
He leaned back and slapped his palm across my entire pussy a few times. My hips shot up toward his face, not wanting his mouth to leave me.
“Look how eager this pussy is to come. Do you want to come on my face?”
“Please, Gage, please.”
“Do it then.” He dove down and slammed his mouth on my clit, sucking hard. His pinky finger slid down to the rim of my ass, and I lost it.
I came all over his face so hard I thought I might pass out. I fought and squirmed, trying to push away, but he gripped me tight, refusing to let me go anywhere.
Gage kept sucking me into his mouth, latched to me the entire time.
I came again and again, not even knowing that was possible, not even knowing what I said the entire time.
I was in another universe, somewhere, floating around weightless and boneless.
He leaned up between my legs and his hand was on one of my wrists in an instant. He yanked my hand to his thick cock and I squeezed it in my palm.
“See what you do to me?” He thrust his cock into my hand over and over, fucking my palm, his eyes almost angry and hungry. “You see how you make me?”
I found myself almost worrying that he wouldn’t fit. His cock was huge and smooth. He fucked into my grip a few more times. I squeezed my fingers tighter around him, just to see how he’d react. A groan caught in his throat and surprisingly, he stroked a delicate finger along my cheek then cupped my face in his palm.
“I knew you’d be naughty.” He grinned like he knew something I didn’t.
“You gonna fuck me or not?”
I didn’t know where that came from, but I was so fucking turned on I didn’t care. I wanted him inside me, right then. I didn’t give a shit if it hurt. If it did, I wanted the pain. I wanted all of him. My body was in control and my mind faded to the background.
He leaned down next to my ear and he gripped my pussy in his palm once more. “Mine.” He growled the word and I nearly lost it all over his hand again.
His hands found my hips, and he flipped me over onto my stomach. “Don’t get used to one position. I’m going to fuck you anywhere and any which way I goddamn please.”
He smacked a hand on my ass and kneaded my flesh. “Christ, look at this ass. You have no fucking idea what you do to me.”
He spread my legs apart forcefully with his knee and slid his cock underneath me, rubbing it all over my clit and tracing a circle around the edge of my pussy.
The tip of his cock parted my lips and his head slid inside.
“Fuck.”
I glanced back and saw his eyes watching his cock disappear into me.
I involuntarily clenched at the sensation, and he groaned.
“So fucking tight.”
His hand slid up my back at the same time he inched inside a little farther. When his hand landed in my hair and he balled it into a fist, I gasped.
“Fuck, that’s good.” He leaned down over my back, still in control of how deep his cock was.
It almost felt like he was easing into me because he didn’t want to hurt me, even if he’d never admit it.
“Give it to me. Please. I want it.”
“Oh, I’m going to give. I’m a generous man. Don’t you worry about that.” He pushed all the way in until he was balls deep.
I sucked in a huge breath of air. I’d never felt so full, and stretched, but fuck it felt way better than I’d thought.
“Are you going to be rough?”
“I don’t fuck any other way.” He started a slow pace at first, making sure to take me as deep as possible. “God, that pussy’s good.” He thrust into me a little harder and I gasped at the pressure.
At twenty-three, I didn’t have much experience, but something told me he was about to give me a lesson that’d last a lifetime.
I’d never felt anything like this before. I started to wonder if I’d actually had a real orgasm in the past. His hips sped up until he was pounding into me. I was so wet I could feel it stream down my inner thighs. The sound of his hips crashing into me echoed off the walls.
I came again, over and over, crying out his name when my orgasms crested.
I glanced over and caught our reflection in the mirror. His hips were so fast it was like a blur, and his grunts had me clenching around him over and over. His whole body tightened as his cock jolted inside me. He slammed into me, his hand cupped around my throat.
He drove into me deeper than I thought possible and groaned. His cock kicked and hot jets of come shot into me.
“Fuck, Bristol.” He shuddered a few more times, emptying himself as I clenched and squeezed, trying to take more—take everything he had.
He collapsed onto my back, but still held most of his weight off me. His sweaty chest was slick, and his mouth was on my collarbone. He kissed down my shoulder and back up my neck. Short, sensual kisses as he swiped some of my hair out of the way, so he could see my face.
“Oh my God.” I glanced up to meet his eyes.
“That was—Jesus, Bristol.”
I came alive at his reaction. He stared at me like I was more than some groupie he’d just been with. For a brief moment he showed me his true self. The same person I saw on stage. Only this time the performance, the vulnerability—it was just for me.
He rolled over onto his back, next to me and I adjusted, propping myself up on my elbow. I wanted to see into his mind. I wanted to know what he was thinking, feeling.
He blew out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling. “Well, you got to fuck a rockstar.”
My heart pinched in my chest. I wasn’t sure why, because he was right. That was what I was after, but for some reason I wanted more. He had this force about him, like gravity. I was drawn to him and now he’d shoved the walls right back up.
“Yeah.” I gulped and looked away. “Thanks.”
He smirked and got up from the bed.
Even when he was being an asshole, he was utterly gorgeous. His body belonged in a museum.
He held his arms out to the side. “It’s what I do.”
Gage
I wanted Bristol more than once. I wante
d to see her face when she came for me again. She was so… different—and clearly wasn’t a typical groupie.
She tried to leave, but that wasn’t going to happen with her. No matter how hard I fought the urge to let her go, I just couldn’t.
I wasn’t really sure why, but it just felt right.
We talked about my songs in bed for a bit. I poured her a glass of wine and grabbed a scotch, both sipping as she listened to some demos. I was only used to doing this with the guys and even then, it was from more of a business standpoint. I missed the days when we were new and eager. I missed the days before fame or borderline fame. When the music meant something and wasn’t tailored to play to certain demographics.
I kissed her again just after we finished one of my favorite songs.
I rolled her over me as our tongues danced together, feeling her slick heat against my cock. I never bothered dressing after the first time I fucked her. Bristol shifted so she could move over me, and I groaned as she slid her wet pussy over my shaft.
The moon shone through my window. She looked gorgeous, and I breathed in her light cherry scent. I kissed her again as she dragged her clit over me, finding the friction she needed.
She let out a low moan as she pressed harder. My cock ached to be inside her again. I wanted to feel her bare, have her riding and grinding on me when she came again. Couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted to blow in that sweet pussy again and again.
It was practically a sin in my world with all the women that would love to trap me with a baby. Bristol was different, though. Something told me she wasn’t looking for a relationship and neither was I.
The last thing I needed was someone back home waiting for me if I had to leave. Calling me on the phone. Bitching at me about how I was living my life. Questioning every little decision I made.
It was fucking dreadful just thinking about it.
But one night of pounding orgasm after orgasm out of Bristol was just what I needed. Listening to her moan my name over and over, begging for my cock while I blew inside her. Marking her. Ruining her for any man that tried to fuck her in the future.
I grinned to myself at the thought as I sucked down her neck. She mewed, seemingly as aroused as I was. I pulled her up to my face and lined my cock up.