Marrying the Rock Star

by B. B. Hamel

  He’s so damn handsome. His eyes are bright and open, and his smile is so genuine. He seems legitimately happy to see me, not in that fake way some people have, but a real emotional response.

  Just walking up to him can make him smile, and that’s a good feeling.

  It’s strange, having these feelings again. I remember looking into Chase’s eyes and wondering if we’d ever kiss or become boyfriend and girlfriend. Now we’ve kissed and much more and we’re married, but that’s not really what I focus on.

  I keep thinking about his hands on my skin. I think about the way he looks at me, a mixture of hunger and desire and… worship.

  Like I’m the best person in the whole room and he’s just happy to be in my presence.

  It’s intoxicating, having someone look at you like that. I smile in return, unable to help myself.

  “Hey,” I say to him.

  “Hey there. You doing okay?”

  “Better now.”

  I walk right up to him and stop, closer than I’d normally get to someone. He looks down at me, his smile turning into a slight smirk. “You know, we can get out of here whenever you want,” he says softly.

  I take his hand and stand on my toes. I do it because I want people to see it, to make this whole charade seem more real.

  But also because I want to.

  I kiss him softly on the lips. “Okay,” I say. “Take me home.”

  He looks surprised for a moment before gathering himself again. “Let’s go, little wife.” He holds my hand tight and pulls me along behind him, striding purposefully for the door.

  I keep up with him. As we’re leaving, I spot that woman, standing over near the bar. She’s watching the two of us with a little smile on her face, like she knows something I don’t.

  10

  Delia

  We take an Uber from the party, which surprises me. I expected the guy to recognize Chase, but he doesn’t say anything.

  I sit in the back, looking out the window as the car speeds back toward the tour bus. Instead of stopping there though, the car keeps going and eventually lets us out in front of a Holiday Inn.

  “Hotel room tonight?” I ask him. “I thought we’d be saying on the bus mostly.”

  “We will,” he says. “But since we did the party tonight, we’re getting a little break.”

  I follow him inside. Apparently he already has a key, and he heads upstairs. “Your room’s next to mine,” he says, offering me a plastic card.

  I take it. When the elevator doors open, I follow him back toward our rooms.

  But I don’t go inside of mine. He stands at his door, watching me for a second.

  “Come here,” he says suddenly.

  It’s all I need. I walk up to him and he leads me inside, shutting the door behind him.

  It’s like this is what was supposed to happen all night. I follow him like I’m drawn toward him, even if I’m afraid of what this all means. I just keep thinking about his mouth between my legs, his hands on my body, making me feel things I never knew I could even feel.

  He’s almost too much for me. But really, I want more. I need more.

  Briefly, I think about that woman at the party, and about what I said.

  Stupid mistake. I lost my temper and I know I’m going to pay for it later.

  As much as I hate it, Chase is right about me. I have a big mouth, and I need to learn to calm that down or else things are going to get worse for everyone.

  I can’t let myself dwell on that right now. He draws me into his room, a little smile on his lips.

  “I wasn’t sure if this is what you wanted,” he whispers in my ear. He pushes me up against the wall suddenly, his body pinning me tight.

  I bite my lip. “I wasn’t sure, either.”

  “But here we are.”

  “Here we are.”

  He looks in my eyes, hands on my hips. “It’s strange how you keep ending up like this.”

  “Is it?” I quirk an eyebrow. “Seems like you always find a way to make it happen.”

  “Actually,” he whispers in my ear, “I think you’re the one who keeps coming back for more.”

  He kisses me softly at first, just a tease, but it gets my heart beating faster. I can feel that thrill between my legs when he kisses me harder, deeper, his tongue against mine. His hands move along my body, palms on my exposed skin until he finds my wrists. He grabs them, lifting them above my head.

  I groan as he bites my lower lip. I’m pinned there against the wall, helpless against this huge man, and I love it. I’m panting, excitement rolling along my body. His lips roam my mouth and down my neck, around my throat, up to my ear.

  “When I first saw you again, I knew I was making the right choice,” he whispers. He releases my right wrist and slowly hikes my skirt up over my hips.

  “Why?” I ask.

  “Because I knew I had to taste you.” His fingers find my pussy, softly teasing me over my wet panties. “Because I remember wanting you back then, and I knew I needed another shot.”

  “This is crazy, right?”

  “It’s crazy,” he confirms with a soft laugh. “And it feels good.”

  He presses harder against my pussy, rubbing my clit through my panties and a moan escape my lips. He pulls me from the wall suddenly, practically throwing me onto the bed. He unbuckles his belt and takes off his pants while I watch him.

  When he’s done, he steps closer, wearing his shirt and a pair of boxer briefs. He grabs my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed, reaching up to slide my panties off my skin.

  “I’ve been thinking about this ever since the other day,” he says softly, my panties in his fist. “You know how fucking good you tasted to me?”

  “I don’t know,” I whisper.

  “Like goddamn candy. It’s fucked up but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  “We’re married.”

  “You’re my wife.” His smirk drives me wild inside. I want to scream at him, ‘take me, please, fuck me,’ but he’s delaying.

  He pushes me down onto the bed, crawling over on top of me, one hand between my legs. He’s teasing my pussy as I reach up, threading my fingers in his hair.

  “I know what you really want,” he whispers. “You can pretend it’s a contract, but this is what you need.” He presses his fingers deep inside again, making me gasp and groan in pleasure.

  “You don’t know anything,” I whisper, clenching down on a moan.

  “I know more than you think.” He slides his fingers in and out, curling them to find the pleasure spots, making me squirm.

  He pulls my hair with his other hand before dropping to his knees. He pulls me to the edge of the bed, but instead of spreading my legs wide like I expect, he turns me over and brings my feet to the floor.

  I’m bent over the bed as he spreads my ass wide. He makes a soft groan as he slides his fingers inside my pussy form behind. I gasp, watching him over my shoulder, not sure what he’s about to do.

  He bends forward and starts to lick me, bottom to top. I gasp and groan as pleasure floods me. He licks every inch, sliding down to my clit and back up, moving his fingers as needed. Pleasure floods me, intense and unexpected.

  I have to grab the bedspread to keep from screaming out his name.

  I’ve never had a man do this to me before, but Chase seems to relish it. He licks every inch of me, and finally ends up with his tongue in my pussy, his fingers teasing my clit. It feels so fucking good that I can’t help grinding back against him, needing it so badly.

  But this time, he doesn’t bring me to the peak. He takes me the edge, just before I’m going to come, and he pulls back. He leaves me lying on my stomach, looking over my shoulder as he slowly takes his boxer briefs off.

  His cock is thick and hard. He smirks as he slowly strokes himself and I groan as he spreads my ass open and teases my pussy with his tip.

  I’m not sure if I can handle his massive cock, but it doesn’t matter. I’m ready. I’ll let
him do whatever he wants to me, as long as I get what I want in the end.

  It’s a thought that almost startles me, but I don’t have time to reflect. He slowly eases his cock between my legs and I let out a low, deep groan as I feel him filling me up.

  I’ve been thinking about this moment ever since we first kissed. I’ve been wondering what it would be like to have him inside of me, and now I’m finding out.

  And it’s better than I ever imagined.

  He’s thick and long, and although there’s a twinge of pain, he’s not tearing me to pieces. In fact, it’s almost a perfect fit. Just enough to push my limits, but not enough to tear them apart.

  I look over my shoulder at him, at his gorgeous face. His eyes are full of desire and passion as he sinks himself completely inside of me. He leans forward and pulls my hair back, tipping my head up.

  “Dripping wet,” he whispers. “Just like I knew you would be.”

  I let out a little groan.

  “I’ve been wondering when I’d get to have my little wife’s wet cunt,” he whispers. “I didn’t expect you to wait so long.”

  “I didn’t expect you to wait, either.”

  He laughs softly and pulls my hair tighter, slowly sliding himself back and forth. His thrusts are gentle at first, and I wiggle my hips back against him, getting used to his size.

  He slowly starts to fuck me faster. His hands are big and controlling as he pins one of my wrists down behind my back, fucking me deep and slow. I groan, my head turned to the side so I can watch.

  He pulls his shirt off, ripped body gorgeous as he starts to fuck me faster. I love watching his muscles dance and flex as he moves, his big hands on my hips.

  I gasp as he spanks my ass. I push back against him and he fucks me harder, deeper. Pleasure moves through my body as he takes me, fucking rough and slow, slapping my ass nice and hard.

  He slides his cock out, stroking himself, and pushes me forward. I turn around, back onto my ass, and he pulls me to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide. I watch as he slowly sinks himself into my pussy again.

  He palms my breasts as he fucks me. He leans down and pushes his forehead against mine, fucking me harder now. I kiss him, biting his lower lip, making him grunt. “You dirty fucking girl,” he whispers. “You like to make it hurt, don’t you?”

  “Just a little bit.”

  He smirks and pulls my hair back, thrusting hard. I groan as pleasure and pain mingle in my body, sending waves of desire through me. I start to grind my hips against him as he palms my breasts again, sliding his palms under my shirt this time.

  I gasp, panting, sweat running down my skin. He’s sweating too, his muscles hard, solid as a rock. He pulls back, standing, and I sit up on the edge of the bed.

  I take his cock between my lips, totally lost in the moment. I suck him, tasting my pussy on his skin, and he holds onto my hair, groaning. I love feeling him press me down, sliding his cock into my throat, making me gag. I pull back and look up at him, stroking his shaft, wanting him to feel as good as I feel.

  He gets onto the bed and pulls me on top of him. I straddle his big dick and slowly tip myself back, sliding down along his shaft. I take him deep inside and start to ride his cock.

  “Nothing better than watching you take my dick nice and deep,” he groans as I put my hands on his chest and roll my hips. “Your ass is fucking perfect, your lips are fucking perfect. I want you to come on this big cock and say my name over and over.”

  I groan, throwing my head back. I’m so lost, so deep down into the pit of ecstasy that I can’t think about anything but Chase and his big cock filling me. I ride him faster, faster, rolling my hips, grinding my clit against him.

  I feel his hands grab my ass, cupping me, spanking me. My skin is probably red from his slaps and I love it as I buck backwards harder, slamming myself down onto his big dick. He thrusts along with me, and my moans get louder as my hair spills all around me.

  I grip his muscular chest, fingers digging into his skin. I can’t help it. He grabs my ass in return as I ride him faster, moans coming as strangled pants. I need more, need it badly, as I rock my hips back along his shaft.

  I meet his eyes as he fucks me fast. I know I can’t stop myself now. He thrusts deep and I feel the orgasm building in my core. I ride back, grinding my clit, and I start to come.

  He fucks me through it, not relenting for a second. I ride him as I come, the orgasm ripping through my body. “Chase,” I gasp, over and over again, sweat dripping on our bodies as he fucks me deep and rough.

  Slowly the orgasm fades and I collapse next to him. He’s panting, grinning, his cock still nice and hard.

  I pull off my shirt and bra before taking his cock between my hands. I need both palms to stroke him and he groans, biting his lip and smirking at me.

  “You think that’s going to get me off?” he asks.

  “No,” I say. “But I bet this will.”

  I take him between my lips and start to suck his tip. I suck him hard, stroking his shaft with both hands.

  His groans are everything I hoped for. “Fuck, girl,” he grunts. “That’s fucking amazing.”

  I suck his cock hard, wanting to taste his cum. I got what I wanted, and now I need him to feel good. He’s been so good to me, and I feel this crazy urge to return the favor over and over again.

  I suck him faster, take him into my throat, and pull back. I take a breath, still stroking his shaft, and start sucking his tip again. He’s grunting, groaning, and I know he’s close.

  I press my breasts together and suck faster. I want it so badly I’m panting, moaning along with him, helping him get there.

  “Shit, Delia,” he groans, and I feel him start to come. It fills my mouth but I don’t slow down, taking his cum down my throat. I swallow every bit of it, licking him clean when he finishes.

  “Fuck,” he says again, practically grinning. “God damn, that was good.”

  “Good.” I curl up next to him, still floating in my own post-orgasm bliss.

  “If this is what marriage is going to be like, I wish we’d gotten married a long time ago.”

  I laugh a little and curl up closer, head on his chest. “It’s not real, you know.”

  “Sure, I know that.”

  “But we can pretend, for tonight. If you want.”

  He’s quiet for a second. I wonder if I said something wrong. Maybe I fucked this up already.

  But then I feel his palm on my ass. “I think I can handle that.”

  He spanks me and I laugh, biting his skin.

  “I guess this is our honeymoon then, right?”

  “I guess so,” I say, looking into his eyes.

  His grin is wicked. “Good. Then you’d better be ready to get fucked tonight, because I’m not holding back.”

  I laugh and kiss his dirty mouth. He may be a crude and confident asshole, but I can’t deny the thrill running through my body at the thought of him taking every inch of my body.

  11

  Chase

  I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing.

  I grunt and grab it off the nightstand. Delia mumbles something as I silence it.

  “Who is that?” she says.

  “I dunno.” I flop back onto the pillow. It’s just after six in the morning. “We need to get up soon.”

  “Already?” She half sits up, checking the clock. “Shit.”

  “We shouldn’t have stayed up so late.”

  She glares at me. “Your fault.”

  “My fault? You’re the one that needed more dick.”

  She rolls her eyes but I can tell she’s smiling. I sigh and check my phone again, and realize I have a few missed calls.

  All from Karl.

  Shit. I get out of bed, trying to keep it casual. I head into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it softly.

  I listen to the first message, and I feel my stomach sink down into my fucking balls. By the time I finish my fourth one, I’m ready to puke or yell,
and I can’t decide which one.

  I head over to the Rolling Stone website and find the article that Karl called me about. It’s by their resident gossip queen, a woman named Ava Blue. She’s notorious on the Rolling Stone staff, the only one that dips into the world of gossip bullshit.

  RS is usually a decent magazine. They do serious interviews, write real reviews, and generally leave the gossip shit out. But on the website, Ava gets her own little column, and she fills it with this most vitriolic bullshit imaginable.

  She was at the a party last night. I can’t remember if I pointed her out to Delia though. If I had thought of it, I would’ve warned her. Ava can be surprisingly devious and crafty, and actually come off like she’s on your side at first.

  It’s an act, of course. She’s on nobody’s side but her own.

  I skim the column, anger flaring more and more. By the time I’m done, I have to stand in front of the mirror to steady myself.

  There are actual quotes in there from Delia, some stupid fucking quotes. Ava may be a gossip rag queen, but she doesn’t make shit up, at least not when it comes to quotes. That would get her fired and blackballed immediately.

  How she got Delia to admit that we’ve only been together a little while is beyond me, but clearly she fucking said it. Maybe she was drunk or stupid or tricked, I don’t fucking know. But that article looks so fucking bad it makes me want to smash my goddamn room into pieces.

  I have to splash water in my face. I can’t go out there this angry and confront her. It’ll only lead to a fight, and I don’t need that right now. It won’t be productive.

  I cross my arms and count to ten. I keep telling Delia to be careful what she says, but she keeps finding new ways to fuck shit up. Fucking hell, saying anything to Ava Blue is the stupidest move in the world.

  I have to start counting all over again.

  It might not be her fault, not totally at least. It’s possible I didn’t point Ava out and warn Delia, and if that’s the case, I’m at least partially responsible. Still, there’s no excuse for admitting that we’ve only been together a little while. It just makes me look stupid and flighty and impulsive, and the whole thing seems like a publicity stunt to distract from the original article.