“Why thank you. Gives new meaning to the word bumper sticker doesn’t it?” She cranes her head back with a devilish grin and gives that fine little ass a shake. My knees go weak. Jason has to throw his arm around me and gives my chest an encouraging pat as we follow them inside. Hell yeah, this is going to be a great wrap party.
***
I have no idea what made me say it, but thank the lord a coherent sentence came out of my mouth. So throwing a giant neon yellow sticker over your butt draws the right kind of attention to it, good to know. He laughed at my lame attempt at a joke, but I saw him stumble.
For the better part of the night, I’ve felt he’s had the upper hand, but now I know I still hold the cards, and baby tonight I’m playing with a royal flush.
Time is not wasted on speeches or congratulations, this group is ready to party. Inside one of the rooms, some of the guys have already started setting up a beer pong game. Time to drum up my college game skills, I have not played this in ages.
The Italian looking guitarist, with the rather impressive black Mohawk . . . I believe his name is Jason, approaches with an open bottle of whiskey in his hands.
“Truth or dare, come on we’re all playing.” He drapes an arm over Amy and myself and guides us to a small group standing around the kitchenette.
There are a few girls I recognize from the show there playing with us. The game consisted of “truth, take a shot; dare, take a shot.” Clearly there was only one purpose of this game. I roll my eyes and try to inconspicuously look for my Rock Star but can’t find him in the room.
Eventually he comes back into the room with an acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder. Instead of joining one of the games he sits on a padded hotel chair and begins to strum.
“Look what I found,” a blonde girl squeals with delight and pulls a bag of cheap Mardi gras masks out of a suitcase. She then proceeds to go around the room placing masks on people. I’m instantly jealous when she slips a mask over my Rock Star’s golden hair and he smiles up at her with a crooked grin.
They would make an adorable couple, blonde hair and tanned skin. She has a very heroin chic look to her, high cheek bones and hipbones.
He keeps slipping out of the room though, to do God knows what. I’m starting to doubt my abilities. He’s paid no attention to me since we entered the party over an hour ago. This is a situation where I need my backup, and a plan.
“Amy,” I turn for help only to discover her pinned against a wall. A mohawk grazes her neck and she giggles with pleasure and digs her nails into his back. Well at least one of us is getting lucky tonight.
Nature calls and I excuse myself to the bathroom to collect my thoughts. Staring in the mirror, I wipe under my eyes and apply a fresh coat of lip gloss. Counting my breaths, one, he’s just another guy. Two, I’ve had no trouble with other successful men. Three, I raise my hand and it trembles. What am I doing still in this room? That mousey little mask girl could be seducing him right now. It’s now or never, I muster up the courage, slide my gold mask over my eyes and walk back out.
Scanning the room, I find him seated alone in the corner…again. His eyes are closed and he appears lost in the melody he’s quietly strumming on the guitar. I can’t help myself, I have to stop and watch. The way his fingers fly over the strings making the instrument sing is enchanting. His leg keeps the rhythm as he taps out a beat. The button down shirt that he had carelessly discarded on stage hangs off his muscular inked shoulder.
In a moment of brevity, while his eyes are still closed, I march up to him and pull his green mask from his head, exchanging it with my gold one.
“Hey, that’s mine.” His eyes pop open and he playfully scowls at me.
“Not anymore, I want the green one.” It’s rather childish I admit, but I needed to start some contact or dialogue with him.
“But you already have green eyes. Give it back.”
“Come and get it if you want it,” I tease and flit across the room. To my utter disappointment he doesn’t come after me, but simply goes back to strumming his guitar.
Feeling defeated, I grab the open bottle of alcohol and take a sip before passing it back to the Rock Star.
“Thanks doll.” he tips the bottle and finishes off the last quarter of it. I raise an eyebrow, impressed before he passes the empty bottle back to me.
“That’s empty, I don’t want it,” he teases.
“Why would I want the empty bottle?” My voice echoes through the room and I realize a large portion of the party has left. A few stragglers remain, quietly talking to one another. Amy is nowhere to be found, I’m assuming she’s getting poked by the Mohawk, hopefully in all the right ways.
Now or never, I chant in my head and bend to my knees in front of him. If he wants to spend the night focusing his attention on a guitar I’ll at least make the task difficult for him. Pressing a random string, I gaze up at him and he smiles and plays the chord. The sound that resonates is awful. He moves his fingers to a different chord and pauses to raise an eyebrow at me. It only takes me a moment to realize what he is doing. I chose a different string to press and he strums again. The sound that resonates this time is not so cringe worthy. We continue this game for a few minutes, I bite my lip trying to guess what string would produce a nice sound with each chord he’s chosen.
The smell of whiskey washes over me when he begins to hum a wordless tune as we play the guitar together. My fingers tingle wanting to feel the vibrations in his chest. I fight the urge to reach out and touch, but it causes me to stop playing and his eyes lock on mine.
My breathing speeds up as he looks me up and down, still on my knees in front of him. That damn guitar in between us.
“That was really fun,” he murmurs.
“Yeah.” It’s the only thing I could think to say with his face so close to mine.
“Yeah,” he mocks me and leans in.
The room begins to spin making me feel like I’m on a carousel right before our lips meet. He begins with a kiss that barely touches my lips and pulls away. The sparkly green mask slips under his fingers as he brushes a hand across my face, searching my eyes with his. A smile playing on his perfect lips. Dimples stand out and soften the features of his masculine jawline.
The mask drops to the floor with a soft plop and his hand grabs the back of my neck, pulling me into him. When our lips meet again, he lets out a low animalistic rumble that’s almost inaudible.
My hand reaches for his face, but I hit the neck of the guitar and it sings in response while a dull pain spreads over my arm.
“Ow.” I pull away laughing, but he’s no longer in a joking mood. With one hand he flips the guitar off of his lap and slips his fingers inside the waistband of my jeans. Roughly he tugs me off of the floor and I hitch my leg over him, this time exploring his firm arms and chest with my hands. He slides an arm around my waist, resting on my behind and holds me firmly on his lap
The feel of his lips are like silk against mine as they move with urgency. Just then, his tongue teases my lips and they part in response. He tastes even better than he smells. A moan escapes my lips. Every fiber of my being is alive with the excitement of this beautiful man.
His large free hand roams under my shirt leaving a trail of gooseflesh in its wake. His fingers are warm and calloused from years of playing guitar. Up and over my breast his hand moves, my body arches in response. The rest of the room dissipates around us; I could care less if we have an audience at this moment. All I want is my Rock Star inside of me.
My nails dig into his skin as I run them down his chest and across the plains of his flat stomach. He sucks a breath in through his teeth in response and flashes me a devilish grin.
“You wicked girl,” he growls.
A flick of his thumb and index finger has my pants undone and I gasp. His movements are much too fluid to be normal.
My hand dips lower down his abdomen and across the bulge of his erection. His hips buck in response and he nips at my neck playfully.<
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“Do you want to get out of here?” His voice is husky and seductive as he murmurs into my neck.
“Yeah.” My eyes glance to the side, the rest of the room’s occupants have their backs toward us. “Do you have a room?” I practically pant.
“Jason and your friend are using it.” His lips trail up my neck and he grabs my earlobe with his teeth and gives it a tug. “Bathroom?”
Afraid to trust my voice at the moment, I simply nod. In one quick motion he lifts me out of the seat and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to the bathroom.
His button-down shirt billows around him as I slide it off his shoulders and begin to suck and nibble at his long neck. Sometime on the way to the bathroom his mask finally makes its way off.
He kicks the door closed with his boot and sits me on the counter. A few bumps and curse words later, a red glow illuminates the room. He has turned on a heat lamp in the bathroom.
Another quick flick of his fingers and my strapless bra falls to the floor at the same time my top is lifted over my head.
My fingers work to unbuckle his belt and push his pants down. Not expecting him to be without underwear, I gasp when his manhood springs forward. The heat in the room escalates, and I’m having trouble controlling my excited breathing.
His thin undershirt is still hiding what, at the moment, I can only assume are perfectly sculpted abs. I can’t get the shirt off fast enough.
Large hands run up my stomach and over my breasts causing my nipples to harden in response. My back arches pressing into his hands, begging for more.
One of my hands grabs him and begins to tease and taunt him. Our lips crash into each other with urgency as he pulls me off of the sink and helps me remove my pants and panties in one fell swoop. My Rock Star begins to lay small kisses on my leg as he works his way back up my body.
Standing in front of him completely vulnerable, scared and excited at the same time I can’t help but to think to myself, Oh my God, this is truly happening. I have the current chart topper international rock star in between my legs. When the tip of his tongue grazes my inner thigh I let out a noisy gasp. A breath of air blows over the moist area causing me to shiver with delight.
“Oh please, do it.” I’m not below begging. If he does not stop teasing me right now I may explode.
“Someone is greedy.” He looks up at my and purses his lips. “That’s not very lady-like,”
“Neither is-Ahhh . . .” He flicks his tongue out stopping my train of thought. That tongue that he playfully sticks out while on stage is very talented in the privacy and red glow of the bathroom. My knees go wobbly so I grab onto his broad shoulders for support.
To my dismay he stops pleasuring me, and runs a hand up my stomach. I feel teeth bite down on my hip bone, hard. I’m sure it’s going to leave a mark. A hiss of pleasure escapes my mouth.
“Mmm, I love hipbones.” He rubs the now reddening area soothingly with a large thumb as he stands.
Resisting the urge to be cliché and say “My turn,” I bend my head and grab his pert brown nipple between my teeth, giving it the slightest pressure. His skin is salty sweet and smooth aside from a trail of dark hairs leading downward from his navel. I take my time running my lips along his lean body, paying attention to each sculpted ab, until I am down that promising trail of ruddy little hairs, once again kneeling in front of him. I take him in my mouth and he grabs a fist full of my hair. I can feel his excitement building, but not yet.
He steps away and pulls me to my feet, with eager hands he turns me around and I spread my legs for him. He grabs himself and gives me what I’ve been wanting all evening. The feel of his strong thrusts make me moan out loud. He grabs my hips and I hang onto the sink to steady myself. Slowly, he starts and as the momentum builds his hands begin to roam over my body. Tracing each knot in my spine with his fingers, he eventually reaches the nape of my neck.
I push back wanting more, needing more. A raw primal growl rumbles from his chest and he presses his body against mine. To deepen the connection he wraps his arm around my waist and crushes me to him.
“Oh God,” I cry out, just about undone with ecstasy.
There is a click and we both freeze, the door begins to open.
“Hey, I gotta take a piss man,” someone grumbles.
My Rock Star’s mood shifts. “Get the fuck out of here,” he growls and slams the door shut securing the lock.
“It’s like living in a frat house, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” His eyes are soft and apologetic. A hand raises and brushes a lock of hair from my cheek.
“It’s okay.” And honestly, it’s a little exciting, but I won’t admit that to him. I work to steady my breathing.
His skin is tinted red from the light and the heat is giving him the appearance that he is glowing. I now understand why the red light district is named such. It’s very seductive.
Moments pass with his hand firmly pressed against the door, waiting for the intruder to leave. My senses begin to tingle with the memory of him inside of me and I long for more. Eyes locked on him, I slide my hand down my center and begin to pleasure myself. He glances down and growls before he advances on me and our body’s crash together like magnets.
There is more pounding on the other side of the door. In response, my Rock Star lifts me by the waist and slams me against the door knocking the wind out of me. A moment later he thrusts into me with renewed vigor. Our bodies bang against the door as I moan in ecstasy.
“Asshole,” a muffled response answers before giving up his interruption. Both of us start to laugh. But my laugher is cut off by another one of his sexy growls. His muscular arm flexes as he tightens his grip around my bottom, holding me in the air with only one hand.
“Holy shit,” I cry out, my body is so attuned to him I can feel even the slightest movement inside of me. He responds with yet another primitive growl sending a shiver down my spine, before grabbing a handful of hair at the nape of my neck and pulling. My head falls back leaving my neck vulnerable to an assault of kisses and nips.
I cry out again and fall over the edge of my climax, but he doesn’t relent.
Needing a little longer, I push him away and he stumbles back and lands on the toilet. Thank God the lid was closed. Seizing the moment I hitch a leg over him. He cocks an eyebrow and a little ‘o’ forms on his mouth. Without giving him a chance to think, I grab him and ease myself down, taking charge of the moment.
The back of the toilet bangs against the wall, but I no longer care if we’re making too much noise, if his friends want to attempt to interrupt us, we’ll interrupt their sleep.
With his head buried in my chest he mumbles something about how wonderful my breasts are and I arch my back giving him more of what he clearly wants. His thrust intensifies reaching new areas inside of me as he pulls on my breast. I’m thrown over the edge again and try to cup my mouth to muffle my scream. Laughing, he pulls my hands away and presses his forehead against mine.
“I want your ass, please.” The words are growled at me and he’s gazing at me with those hooded, lust filled, radiant blue eyes. I’m powerless to say no.
Something snaps inside of him, one moment I am on top of him, the next he has me pinned against the sink, getting passionate kisses laid over my neck and chest, his hands grab onto me harder than needed and it only intensifies my need. I cannot get enough of this man, even if there will be marks tomorrow. A drop of sweat trails down his forehead and I brush it away before it reaches his eyes.
A crooked grin spreads across his face and he cocks his head to the side. “Thank you,” he breathes.
He turns me around and I watch in the mirror as he spits in his hand and gently rubs my behind. His hair is starting to stick to his face, but he doesn’t seem to care.
As he enters me, slow, testing every inch he reaches around and begins to play me like a guitar. His fingers work such magic that I enjoy the experience far more than I ever have before. The low throaty growl he makes intensifie
s and he soon pulls out and climaxes.
***
Her body quakes when I begin to tease her clit with my fingers and the reverberations run into my body. There is no way I can hold out much longer, but damn, I want to.
Not long after she grabs onto my arm digging her nails into my skin I collapse onto her back, slick with sweat from our exertion, and ride out my orgasm.
From my vantage point behind her I watch her breasts heave in the mirror, but something is off. Her arms begin to tremble holding my weight up. Sometimes I can be such a selfish bastard; ravaging her in the bathroom with four of my road crew on the other side of the bathroom door.
Now she’s tired, and I’ve got nothing to offer her except a cold tile floor. I throw a towel down and sit on the floor as she stands there looking at me with the cutest bewildered look on her face.
“Come here…”
She obliges and straddles my lap. Her lips curl into a wicked grin that makes my dick twitch. I’d love nothing more than to stay inside of her all night and elicit more of those soft moans. But, I need to think about this girl’s needs even if she is making it rather difficult right now, nibbling up my jaw. “I wish I had a bed to take you to. Damn Jason, I’m so sorry.” Her nose wrinkles when she smiles and I can’t resist the urge to kiss it.
“Don’t be, I had fun,” she purrs and her hips rock in my lap, eager for more.
“Mmm, so did I.” Even as exhaustion is beginning to set in she’s exciting me. There is a ferocity in her I’ve never seen in a one night stand. “God damn, I want to take you on stage and fuck you,”
And I just said that out loud. To cover my embarrassment, I bury my head in her sweet little neck. Not that fucking her on stage wouldn’t be incredibly sexy, but I’m sure she’d never do it.
“I don’t think your fans would like that very much.” She laughs and looks me dead in the eyes. There is a spark, maybe a fiery passion in the gaze. She didn’t say no, maybe she’s even kinkier than I expected. I just want to consume her.
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