Rock Me Dirty

by Kaye, Alexa

  Tessa tips her head. “Why? Why me?”

  “Because…” I swallow. If I tell her the truth, I’ll freak her the fuck out. Who falls in love at first sight? Not a rocker who has fucked more women than he can count. But that’s the truth. “Because you’re real. You aren’t a fucked up, drunk, drooling, puking mess.”

  “Such high standards. I don’t know if I can live up to them,” she teases. “Seriously, is that the only kind of women you meet? Train wrecks that belong on reality TV?”

  “Pretty much, yeah.”

  “It’s no wonder you’re lonely.”

  The door swings open. Here come the boys. All jacked up on coke and ready to rock. She’s too far away, I decide. These bastards don’t need to sit anywhere near her. I grab her waist and haul her closer. Closer still. Hell with it, I place her on my lap and wrap my arms around her.

  Mine. She’s mine. Nobody else can touch her. I don’t even want them to look at her.

  Fortunately, the boys are all too happy to direct their attention to her friend. And, from the star struck look on her face, she’s happy to accept it. Which is good. I have my angel’s full attention.

  I cup her cheek and inhale deeply. She smells so damn good. I want to commit that sweet and tangy scent to memory. I want to smell it forever.

  It’s frustrating how short the ride to the venue is. Within minutes we’re parked. The boys and Ashley clamber out of the car, leaving us alone for a handful of seconds. I take advantage of that moment and smash my mouth to Tessa’s, sliding my tongue inside to steal a taste. She whimpers, little fists gripping the front of my clothes, and kisses me back. The kiss gets heavy fast and I’m sucking in air like I’d just run a marathon. I could fuck her right here, right now. But someone is kicking the fucking car.

  “We have to go,” I tell her.

  Once again her face is stained a pretty shade of pink. Her hair is mussed. She looks too fucking sexy to resist. But I can’t take her yet. When I do have her, it’ll be her first time. I won’t fuck her in a car. Or backstage. I’ll take her somewhere quiet. Private.

  I know the perfect place.

  I hold her hand as we climb out of the car and enter the building. It’s another stadium. They all look the same. It could be in Cleveland, Ohio or Los Angeles, California. This is my life, traveling from city to city, venue to venue.

  Suddenly I realize tonight is my last night in this city. Our bus will be rolling after the show is over, heading to our next stop. Without my angel.

  Unless…

  I take her to my dressing room. Her friend is tagging along. They chatter as I get ready to perform. I’m shocked, but the happy jabbering doesn’t get on my nerves like it usually does. It’s reassuring. Cheerful. And it pumps energy into my system.

  “Ten minutes!” the stage manager says over the intercom. I guzzle a bottle of lemon water to clear my throat then grab my baby and pull her onto my lap. Her arm drapes over my shoulder.

  “Are you excited about tonight?” I ask her.

  She nods. “Very. I’ve never watched a show from backstage before.”

  “You won’t be backstage. You’ll be on stage. With me.”

  Her jaw drops. Her big, beautiful eyes snap to her friend. “Really? On stage?”

  “I want you with me. Always. I have to know where you are, that you’re safe.”

  “I don’t even know what to say.” She presses her mouth to mine. Damn she tastes good. Sweeter than any berry. I can’t get enough. I hold her face in place with one hand and cup her tit with the other. She groans, the sound swallowed up in our kiss.

  “Places!”

  Damn it! I press my forehead to hers. “After the show I have a surprise for you.”

  “A surprise?” she blinks and beams a glorious smile at me. My heart thumps hard at the happiness I see in her eyes. I want her to look at me like that always. Somehow I have to make that happen. She’s mine. Mine forever.

  I ease her off my lap and arrange my dick, which is at full staff, like it’s been every time I look at her…or think about her. Then I walk to the stage entrance with her little hand cradled in mine. We stand in the wings.

  “This is it. Baby, when I go out there, you follow.” I point to an area behind the drum kit. “You and your friend can stay there. Dance. Have a good time.”

  “Okay.”

  The girls exchange excited grins. Her friend whispers something in her ear.

  The lights go up. The boys play the intro to the first song. The crowd starts screaming. Electricity charges through my body. And I run onstage, my angel behind me.

  I’m lost in the music, the magic of performing for the first time in ages, but the entire time I know exactly where my baby is and what she’s doing. I see her singing along with the lyrics, and that makes my dick hard, knowing she gets my music and is right here with me. It’s as if we’re sharing this invisible connection, of lyrics and notes and something deeper. By the time the performance is over, I can barely walk my cock is so hard and my balls so tight. I grab her and smash my mouth over hers. I kiss her in front of twenty or thirty thousand fans. Not because I want to create a spectacle but because I want everyone, every freaking one of them, to know this woman is mine. Mine.

  But before long I am desperate to bury my cock in her soft pussy. This time I won’t stop. The game is over. I will have her.

  I pull her off stage and we go directly to the car. History dictates it’ll be a while before the rest of the band gets around to leaving the stadium. So we can have the car to ourselves, with the exception of her ever-present friend who tags along like an obedient puppy. Because she’s with us, I hold back during the ride. As much as I’d like to pull my angel onto my lap and fuck her in the limo, I won’t. I don’t even kiss her, knowing I’ll lose all control if I do. Instead, I sit in the car with one hand resting on the world’s sexiest, smoothest thigh. I stare at her mouth, imagining those sweet lips pursed around my cock as I plunge in and out, fucking her face. I imagine her perfect tits bouncing as she rides me. I imagine her ass rippling as I bend her over and fuck her from behind.

  I almost cum in my pants. More than once.

  So many things I want to do to this compact, curvy body of hers. So little time.

  Unless…

  I want her with me. On the road. At home. All the time. Every day.

  Every night I want to fall asleep with her in my arms. And every morning I want to wake up with her legs tangled with mine. I want to spoil her. I want her stomach swollen with my child—the ultimate mark a man can put on his woman.

  Simply put, I want her. Forever.

  I can’t wait. I have to tell her. Tonight.

  Suddenly I’m fucking nervous as hell, more than I was when I performed my first gig.

  I can’t screw this up.

  She places her hand on mine. Our gazes meet. Her smile is reassuring, warm, sweet, and gentle. Everything a woman’s smile should be. I bask in it.

  When the car pulls up to the hotel, the two girls exchange looks.

  She’s not going to ask me to take her home now, is she? She can’t! I won’t let her.

  “Ashley—“

  “I’ll get her a room,” I cut her off.

  Ashley shrugs. She’s okay with my plan. Good.

  I grab my angel’s hand before climbing out of the car. And I don’t let go. Not while I’m checking her friend into the hotel. Not while we ride the elevator up to her room. Not when we reach her room and she’s sliding the key card into the lock.

  My baby gives me a questioning look. She probably thinks I’m nuts. I don’t care. She’s mine, and I won’t let go.

  “You will be staying with me tonight,” I tell Tessa. “The car will take you home tomorrow.” To Ashley, I say, “Order anything you want. Bill it to the room.”

  My baby gives me a pretty smile. I haven’t caught her by surprise. To her friend, she says, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  The girls swap looks again. I think her friend i
s worried about her. I don’t wait for her to ask any questions. I head back toward the elevator, and my girl follows my lead. The instant the elevator doors close, I smack my hand over the red button, stopping the car and pin her lush little body against the wall.

  “I’ve been waiting too long to do this.” I grab her chin and lift it then smash my mouth on hers. Damn, she is the most addicting drug I’ve ever taken. Desperate to deepen the kiss I scoop her off her feet and trace the seam of her mouth with my tongue. She’s as light as a feather, her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands resting on my shoulders, her tongue dancing with mine.

  The urge to take her right here, right now is so strong I can barely stand it. Under her skirt her ass cheeks are bare, the skin as smooth as satin. While my tongue explores every inch of her decadent mouth, I finger the scrap of lace that plunges between the smooth globes, following it down to her puckered hole. I can’t help it, I push the tip of my index finger inside, and she quivers and pants, rocking her hips forward to grind her wet pussy against my stomach.

  I inhale deeply. The small space smells like lust, and I can’t get enough of it. I grip the delicate fabric tight and tug, pulling it up, putting pressure on her clit. She loves that. I can tell. She’s not just grinding against me now, she’s going crazy. She breaks the kiss and audibly inhales, her breath sawing in and out as if she were running a race. I’m making her crazy. And I’m determined to push her over the edge. To give her the orgasm of her life.

  Then I’m going to cram my dick inside her virginal tunnel and make her mine. I’m going to spurt my cum inside her. Deep inside her.

  I slowly lower myself to my knees, supporting her as we slide down the wall together. I nip and bite her neck as we go. I finger her asshole. I tease her pussy. By the time I have her on the floor, she’s begging me to take her.

  “Easy baby. I’m going to make you feel good. Very good,” I tell her as I look down at her. She looks like an angel, a fallen angel, her glossy hair fanned out around her head. Her spine is arched, her tits pushed up high in the air. Her eyes closed. It’s a classic fuck-me pose. And I am dying to do just that.

  Soon.

  I shove up her top and devour a breast, suckling her little nipple hard and grazing it with my teeth until she shudders and squeals with pleasure. My heartbeat thunders in my cock with every second that passes. My cum is burning at the base, ready to erupt. But I don’t take her yet. I want to draw this first time out. For her. I want her so ready for my cock that the instant I drive it inside, her walls spasm around it.

  I work my way down her squirming body, kissing, tasting, stroking, tormenting until I reach the waistband of her skirt. Then I move to her thigh, raking my fingernails down the ivory length and watching her writhe. I push her skirt up her legs, kissing and licking a glistening path up to her wet channel, covered by that little scrap of lace. Then I tear it away. Her hips thrust up and her folds open for me, like the petals of a flower, releasing its musky, sweet scent into the air.

  My mouth waters at the sight of her pink flesh, glimmering with sweet honey. Unable to stop myself, I devour her, sucking her inner lips and drawing her flavor into my mouth. I plunge my tongue into her slick heat, savoring the taste of her need. My fingers grip her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, opening her to me so I can eat my fill.

  Beneath me, she quakes and shivers and moans and begs. My dick wants to give her what she’s pleading for. Right now. This second. But I won’t. Not yet. After I make her come, I’ll take her to the penthouse where I can take my time. I want her to be so in love with me she won’t be able to say no when I ask her to go on the road with me. I want her stupidly happy with me. I want her to know, without any doubt, that I will do everything she wants, give her anything she wants.

  “Please,” she whispers on a groan. “Oh God, I can’t stand it.”

  She begs so pretty. I can barely deny her.

  “Soon, baby. First, I’m going to make you burn for me. Burn so hot you’ll cum the instant I shove my dick inside you.”

  “Oh God.” She arches her spine more, shoving her tits high into the air. I grab two hands full, kneading the firm globes as I fuck her with my tongue. Her honey coats it, filling my mouth with her delicious flavor. Under my palms her skin heats. She trembles, her thighs spreading wider, wider. She’s going to come. I can feel it. I can smell it. I can taste it.

  She screams as she tumbles over the precipice, fingernails clawing at my back and shoulders. I draw her hard clit into my mouth and suck, and she comes a second time before she’s even recovered from the first. At last I’m satisfied. I sit back and admire the sight, so beautiful, her glorious body quaking on the floor of the elevator. Quaking and shaking and spasming for me. My eyes. My pleasure. Mine and mine alone.

  Now, at last, it’s time.

  I hit the button, starting the elevator’s climb to the penthouse.

  Chapter 5

  Tessa

  Ohmygod, this is it. I can’t believe I’m about to have sex for the first time. And it’s with this man.

  Cole Zaden.

  A celebrity.

  A rock star.

  A man who is old enough to be my father.

  But I’m ready. I’m more than ready.

  It’s sex. That’s it. I’ll have one insane night of sex to remember forever. I’m not stupid. I know that’s all it’ll be. But I’m okay with it. Better than okay.

  As soon as the elevator stops, he pulls me through the dark suite and straight to the bedroom.

  This place is massive. And fancy. Lavish. Chic. But I don’t really care about the room’s décor. The only thing I notice is the king sized bed, facing a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, now mostly black because of the starless sky outside. He leads me to it then kisses me, gently cradling me, angling me onto my back. I writhe beneath him as his tongue sweeps into my mouth. My pussy clenches as a quiver pulses through my body.

  The way he kisses, the way he touches me, takes command of my body, there is no doubt this man knows what he is doing. Unlike me.

  He breaks the kiss to shed his shirt. Even in the dark I can see how toned his chest and stomach are, and the line of dark hair cutting down the center of his abdomen. He is beautiful. A fallen angel. “Are you scared, baby?”

  Scared? Oh, yes. I am. A little. I nod. I’ve heard the first time hurts. I hope it won’t be too bad.

  But I’m also super excited.

  “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I promise I’ll make it feel good.”

  A shudder quakes my body.

  After he produces a handful of condoms from his pants pocket, he unfastens his pants and pushes them down his hips. Now it isn’t the bed I’m fixated on. It’s the huge bulge in the front of his boxer briefs. How will anything that big fit inside me? It won’t. My breath catches as he crawls onto the bed. He moves like a big jungle cat, a hungry, prowling, powerful beast. His expression says he’s going to fuck me to oblivion. And that’s both terrifying and thrilling.

  His gaze takes a little tour of my heated body. “How much have you done before?” He drags a fingertip down the center of my body. Even through the barrier of my clothes, the skin under his touch tingles.

  I’m going to have sex. Soon.

  Ohmygod.

  “I’ve kissed before,” I tell him.

  “What else?” He grips the bottom of my shirt and every muscle in my body tenses.

  “I’ve…had oral sex. I mean, I gave oral sex.”

  He plants a knee on the mattress, next to my hip and angles over me, “You’ve sucked cock?”

  It sounds so naughty the way he says those words. Naughty and wicked and sexy. I feel naughty and wicked and sexy. I nod.

  Will he want me to do that to him? Will he stuff that big, thick dick down my throat? My insides clench. I’m wet. I can’t help it. Wet and warm and very, very ready, despite my jangling nerves.

  “I’d like to fuck your mouth. To watch you swallow me to the hilt. But not tonight…” He
jerks his hands and my shirt rips. My heart literally skips a beat. Maybe two. “I have something else in mind for you tonight.”

  Holy shit this guy is intense.

  I like it.

  No, I love it!

  He tears my totally shredded shirt off and fondles my breast through my bra, and my spine arches off the bed. I’m such a hussy. A whore. And I’m not ashamed of it. I drop my head back and push my tit into his hand.

  “Mmmm, that’s it, baby.” He pulls the cup of my bra down and lifts my breast out. I watch his gaze devour me. His eyes are dark with lust. His expression intense. My heart pounds against my breastbone, thump, thump, thump, like the swift beat of his band’s bass drum. I suck in huge lungs full of air.

  He leans lower, his eyes focused on mine. “Did any man taste these tits before me?” He flicks a tongue over my nipple, making it pucker and harden.

  Ohmygod, that feels so good! I swear there’s a nerve directly connecting my nipple to my pussy. Every flick sends a twinge of pleasure down between my legs.

  I shake my head. “No.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I’m dying. Why is he torturing me like this? Why? “I’m sure.”

  “Good girl.” He kisses his way down my stomach, making me tense and tremble. He stops at the waistband of my skirt. “No man has tasted this pussy before me?”

  I shake my head again.

  I want…I need him. Inside me. Now. I’m burning up. His naughty words and I’m-going-to-eat-you-up expression. His perfect body. I can’t handle another second of the torment. He’s kept me like this, on the verge of bliss for so long I’m almost out of my mind with need.

  Finally I feel his fingers work the button on my skirt. I hear the zip of the zipper. I literally whimper.

  Now. I want him now.

  He pushes my skirt and my ripped up thong, down my legs, following the material with a flurry of butterfly kisses. Then he slowly spreads my legs.

  I. Am. Dying. Dying.

  He hasn’t touched me down there yet, not since we left the elevator (I will never be able to ride an elevator again without getting wet) but I feel his gaze on my pussy, like a soft caress. He drags a fingertip down my slit and I practically cum. Just from that one touch.