Rocked Parts 1-4 Box Set: A New Adult Rockstar Romance (Billionaire's Obsession Book 124)

by Wild, Bella

  I turned to the window, staring out into the clouds. The flight was going to be nearly sixteen hours long, including the quick stop to refuel in New York. With the time difference, we would get to Athens in the morning, and take a helicopter to the private island for his performance. As I ran through the travel plans, it seemed surreal ending up here. I was sitting among a group of individuals who were just as comfortable on a private jet as most people were in their favorite La-Z-Boy chair. And nothing about the day had fazed Johnny. I looked over at him. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was even. I watched him sleep for a while. At some point, I nodded off.

  When I opened my eyes again it was dark outside my window. I glanced over at Johnny.

  “Hey,” he whispered.

  He stood and stretched his arms forward. He was too tall to manage an upward stretch. His back popped, and he grimaced.

  “Sounds like you’ve been sitting too long,” I said.

  “No doubt. Let’s go stretch our legs in the kitchen.”

  I nodded and stood up to stretch as well. When I turned to follow him down the aisle, he had disappeared. I assumed he had gone into the restroom. The cabin of the plane was dark. All the overhead lights were turned off, and the only illumination was the small LED lights on the floor along the aisle. I followed the lighted path to the back of the plane.

  “Can I get you something, miss?” a flight attendant standing in the kitchen asked.

  “No, thank you,” I said.

  I turned and walked back to the restroom door.

  I was about to knock when the door opened. Johnny stepped out, smiling broadly. “This plane doesn’t have a private bedroom, but check this out. And don’t worry. If you let me take you in here, bathrooms can be our special thing.”

  I wanted to laugh out loud at his tease, but the flight attendant passed by us. I waited for her to walk back to her seat at the front near the cockpit. When she was out of sight, I stepped inside. The restroom was larger than most coffee shop bathrooms. It was lined with granite and tile, and had a standing shower, double sink, toilet, and even a bidet. A bidet up in the air? I huffed out a short snicker. It was not rational. Trust the rich.

  “Okay, it’s official. Get rid of the bidet and this could be the best airplane bathroom ever.” I pressed my heel down, and lifted it back up off the floor. “The ground isn’t even sticky.”

  I tore my eyes away from the tile pattern framing the sink and looked back at him. He was smiling. The door had swung shut behind us, and I became aware of how close we were standing. Johnny’s eyes darkened as he watched me intently. He stepped in closer, his body heat radiating into me, and my skin warmed. I breathed in his scent. Another flash of heat ran through me.

  “You’re so beautiful, Amanda,” he said, gently placing one hand in the side of my face. “And before you try to run off, please just trust me.”

  That was all he said before he stepped closer again. I searched his eyes, frantically looking for an excuse to turn and leave. I was too far gone. My body responded to him before my mind could reach a decision. His arms instantly circled around me, his fingertips pressing into my back, pulling me close with an aching desperation that undid any remaining resistance I had. My hands ran up his chest and wove around his neck to grasp the hair at the back of his head. He pressed his body tightly onto mine. I closed my eyes when his head drifted down to me, and I waited one long second before his lips were on mine.

  I melted into his hot, hungry kiss. All my anxiety faded away as his tongue parted my lips and explored my mouth; our tongues connected, sending my arousal spiraling upwards. He wove his fingers through my loose hair and gently pulled my head back. He eased from the kiss and nibbled the tender skin along my collarbone, and up my neck until his tongue flicked my earlobe.

  I groaned, allowing my hands to explore his broad shoulders, enjoying the movement of his muscles under my fingertips. He ducked down to my breasts and kissed my nipples through the fabric of my dress. His free hand slid down my body and reached under the hem of my dress, tracing tenderly up my thighs to hint at his next move. He pulled away just enough to turn me around and slowly undo the zipper of my dress, trailing the path of the zipper with his soft kisses on my back.

  The dress fell to the floor and I was tingling with need. He turned me back to face him and kissed me again while his fingers drew a line down my back. I hissed, pressing myself against him. I arched back, feeling his hardness on my stomach.

  “I want to taste you,” he murmured, dropping to his knees before me. He kissed down my stomach until he reached the line of my G-string panties. He stopped, and when I looked down, his eyes were staring up at me. “I’d better tell you sorry now, because…”

  His fingers looped under the straps of my panties and sharply ripped them off me. My breath caught at the feel of cool air on my throbbing clit. I smiled briefly—that was why he apologized. His lips moved in, kissing along my hip bone and down my thighs. I spread my legs and held on to his shoulders, already undulating my hips, impatient for him to make his way to my mound. I was panting as he skimmed by.

  I was ready to beg if I had to. He stood up and backed me up against the wall behind me, and kneeled before me again. I braced against the wall and looked down at him, watching as his lips met the hood of my pulsing, wet pussy. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, gasping as he increased the pressure, and he placed two fingers against my opening. I already felt like I could come. I whimpered and begged him to take me. He looked up at me.

  “Say my name,” he growled.

  “Make me come, Johnny,” I repeated.

  He shook his head softly against my bush. “No, say my real name.”

  My eyes flew down to his. His eyes were dark with arousal, and had a hint of something else; something softer as he waited for me to say it.

  “Lorne?”

  He returned to continue his assault on my pussy. “Again,” he instructed.

  “Make me come, Lorne,” I said, pressing into the wall harder.

  His fingers slid between my folds, and my legs buckled. His free arm came around my hips to hold me upright against the wall. I rocked on his fingers as he slid them deep into my wetness, still licking and sucking my clit.

  “Oh God, Lorne,” I moaned. His tongue circled under my hood and he drove his fingers deeper each time, bringing me closer to a climax I knew would be powerful. I shivered, and started to buck against his fingers as they hit my G-spot. He pulled them out all the way, stretching out my pleasure, taking his time. It drove me crazy. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as I stood there, weak, practically shaking, almost ready to explode.

  “Please Lorne. Make me come,” I begged.

  He thrust two fingers deeper inside me. He moved them in and out, and I ground down on them wildly until I could not contain that explosive climax anymore. I came, convulsing along the wall for what seemed like minutes before melting against him. He stood up and picked me up, carrying me across the room. He set me down atop the counter near the sink. He slid his jeans down and I gasped when he released his thick, raging erection.

  “Oh God,” I moaned. “I need you inside me, Lorne.”

  He spread my legs and stepped between them, readying himself.

  A knock on the door instantly silenced my moans of pleasure and sent an icy wave of panic to my stomach.

  “Seriously?” Johnny shouted. “What the hell? Is this the only bathroom on this plane?”

  My body was still on fire. I desperately wanted Johnny to keep going. It was such poor timing, but time had run out. I jumped down off the counter and yanked frantically at my dress, trying to put it on. There was no hope for those panties, so I pushed it into the waste compartment. I was driven by only fear now. It could be Kevin standing on the other side of that door, waiting for us to exit. And that would be the end of my big break.

  PART THREE

  Chapter One

  Johnny

  Amanda flicked the airplane bathroom
lights off just before I swung the door open. I felt her duck down behind me to hide in the darkness.

  “Hi there, Johnny,” Fred said. “I was looking around for Amanda. Have you seen her?”

  I wasn’t sure how to answer him. We were on a plane. There were only so many places she could be, and assuming he checked everywhere else, it should have been pretty obvious she was in here with me. Amanda must have been thinking the same thing, because she slowly stepped out from behind me.

  “I’m here, Fred. Johnny was…we were…” she said, fumbling over her words. Even in the dim light streaming in from outside the restroom, I could tell her cheeks had flushed from her embarrassment. She didn’t need to explain why we were in the bathroom at the same time. Still, seeing her squirm was pretty entertaining.

  “She was protecting me,” I said with some levity.

  Fred held up a hand and averted his eyes, probably because Amanda’s dress was now inside-out. “No need to explain, you two. Amanda, when you have a moment, I have an update for you.”

  “Coming now,” Amanda said, and began to step through the door.

  I held her arm to stop her, and she gave me a confused look. She clearly didn’t notice her dress issue.

  “She’ll be right out,” I told him. “Give us a bit of time.”

  “Not a problem,” Fred answered. He turned and moved back to the center of the plane.

  “I was protecting you?” she asked, eyes widened. “Couldn’t you come up with something a bit more believable?”

  “Like what exactly?” I said, laughing.

  “Well, I don’t know. And why did you stop me from going out there to talk to him?” Amanda asked.

  “Because we’re not done yet. Well, I can wait, but…um…you’re not quite ready.” I switched on the light and stepped out of the path of the mirror. “See for yourself.”

  She stepped closer and moved a hand up to her hair. “My hair isn’t that bad, is it?”

  “No, your hair looks great. You don’t see it?”

  “See what?”

  “Never mind. Let me fix it for you. Turn around.”

  “What?” she said, turning slowly and looking down her body.

  I moved her hair to the side and began to unzip the back of her dress.

  “Stop, Johnny. Come on, we already got caught once. Let’s leave it alone.”

  I leaned down and kissed the base of her neck. “Can you trust me for just one minute? I’m actually trying to help you here.”

  “I can’t see how undressing me can possibly help me now. What if Fred’s update is important?”

  “We’re up in an airplane, Amanda. His update won’t change anything while we’re mid-flight.”

  “And what if Kevin comes back here and finds us like this?”

  “Then you’ll definitely want to be wearing your dress the right way,” I whispered in her ear, peeling the fabric off her shoulders. “See? Your dress is inside out, babe.”

  “Oh shit!” She uttered under her breath, feverishly dragging the dress the rest of the way down her body and stepping out of it. “I didn’t notice! I guess I owe you one.”

  “No problem. You can repay me later.” I stepped toward her, taking the dress from her hand as I wrapped the other arm around her waist. “On second thought, this is probably the most privacy we’ll have for the duration of the tour. I don’t know about you, but I want to make the most of it. I want you, Amanda. And I can tell you a lot more, except I know you don’t want to hear it. But as you’re standing here with just a bra and heels on, you can repay me now. I’m going to carry you over to that counter, and I’m going to take you. Just like this.”

  I didn’t wait for her to object. I turned her back toward me and scooped her up. In two long strides, I had her sitting on the counter, legs wrapped around my waist.

  *****

  Amanda

  I’m not sure what came over me, letting Johnny continue this sizzling restroom session after we had already been caught. Something about his raspy, sexy voice unleashed a deep desire to stay and pick up where we left off. There was only one way to explain it—he and I could not be in the same room without that invisible magnetic force pulling us together.

  “Why is it so hard for me to say no to you?” I asked him softly. I felt free with him, for reasons I still wasn’t sure I understood. The reasons didn’t matter anymore. I craved that feeling of being in the moment with him. I was way past wanting to be responsible. I was reckless.

  “It’s because you shouldn’t say no at all,” he growled. “In fact, I won’t ever let you say no to me again.”

  He lowered his head and pulled my hair aside, gently kissing my neck again.

  “Oh God,” I moaned.

  His touch was electric. That soft kiss sent a wild heat straight to my aching core all over again. It made me forget where we were and about everyone outside that door. I leaned my shoulders back on the mirror and placed my hands on his strong chest. He hooked his hands under the back of my knees and spread my legs farther apart, tenderly pulling as he went, so my hips would slide in closer to him.

  I grasped his hands and placed each one on my needy breasts. He groaned, ducking his head to one breast, blowing hot breaths through my bra. He pulled the fabric down under my breasts, and took my nipple in between his teeth, licking the peaks as he moved from one to the other. I hissed at the sensation, and instantly had to have him closer. I reached my hands back to undo the clasp of my bra, and pushed the straps off my shoulder.

  “Fuck,” he said in a deep whisper. “I love every inch of your body, Amanda.” He lifted off just enough to take the bra off me, and I gripped on to the back of his neck, pressing his lips back to my breasts.

  I let his hands roam down my back, and pushed my hips into his groin. I arched my back, wrapping my legs around his hips.

  “I want you so bad,” I cried.

  He lifted his head and look into my eyes.

  “God, Amanda. I want you too. All I want is to taste you and please you, and then I want to be deep inside you. ”

  I groaned and kissed him, and pulled off to lift his t-shirt over his head. He tugged it the rest of the way off and threw it aside before kissing me with a fierceness I was already addicted to. His tongue invaded my mouth, dueling with mine, claiming every part of me as he explored.

  “Take me right now, Lorne,” I hummed into his mouth.

  He slowly pulled out of the kiss. His intense eyes darkened, and he stood up, loosened his belt and undid the zipper. Those eyes never looked away while he pushed his jeans down his legs until they bundled around his ankles. He stood up again and tugged at his boxers next, unleashing his massive erection. I could see his single-minded need, and I couldn’t wait any longer to feel him inside me. I looped my fingers around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder, moaning as he spread my legs and positioned his thick, hard cock to enter me.

  Yes, baby. I need you to fuck me right now,” I begged.

  I kissed his neck as he stood there, pressing his manhood at my opening.

  “You’re so fucking wet, Amanda,” he moaned deeply. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

  “Come inside me and fuck me hard, Lorne,” I said, not caring that I was sounding more and more desperate.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist again, pulling him into me as he grabbed my hips and slid his hard cock into my soaked channel. He moved inside me with gentle thrusts at first, building up slowly into a powerful force that plunged so deep I could scream.

  He cradled my neck and leaned my shoulder back to meet the mirror behind me. He reached the other hand to my ankle and lifted that leg over his shoulder. His head ducked down to one nipple and latched on tightly as he slammed his manhood into me, right to the root. It was total, unbridled pleasure, and pelted me straight toward my climax. His thrusts sent shock waves through me at this new angle, so much so, I put a hand over my mouth to muffle my loud moans.

  “Fuck. I’m coming, Amanda,” he
growled out, clenching his teeth to hold back an even louder roar as he plunged deeper into me with sharp jerks.

  I bit down on my lip, even with my hand already covering my mouth, trying to subdue the squeal I knew would escape at this invigorating peak. His hot, wet release exploded into me, and my body quaked and convulsed as I came with him, grinding into his groin to extend the sensation. When he was finished, he lowered my leg and pulled me up into his warm, safe chest. He wrapped me in an embrace that was a clear reminder why I couldn’t say no to this man. I was addicted.

  We didn’t move for a few minutes. I was basking in the buzz of being completely satiated.

  “Admit it,” he said. “You enjoyed that so much, getting caught by Kevin doesn’t matter so much anymore.”

  I laughed softly. “I’m not sure I’d put it quite that way, but yes, I really enjoyed it.”

  “Good.”

  “We should get dressed now,” I told him, although I was just as reluctant to get up.

  Johnny lifted off me and kissed my cheek. “You’re probably right. If I stay here any longer I’m going to have to take you all over again.”

  I smiled playfully as I got off the counter to neaten myself up. I felt the same way. “That’s exactly why I told you I couldn’t sleep in the same bed with you that night. Remember?”

  “Of course.”

  I got dressed quickly—with my dress on the right way this time. I popped up on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. “See you later, Lorne,” I whispered.

  He grinned, and let me leave first so I could speak to Fred and his team. It turned out Fred’s update was that the cyber-stalker replied to another post on Johnny’s Twitter account. Jenny was trying out some new IP tracing software to track the source of the message. Our meeting was over in five minutes, so I returned to my seat near the front, passing by Kevin, who was fast asleep. I was settled in long before Johnny came out of the bathroom.

  Chapter Two

  Johnny