Taming His Rockstar

by Morgan, Samantha

  Thinking of Jane makes me remember I’m supposed to check up with her again this morning. I sent her a text last night to tell her all was fine on my end. Like I expected, she replied to my message with a dozen of her own, all asking the same thing, some of them with and abundance of emojis. I simply texted back to tell her I was still fine and would be back home soon. When I look up, it’s to find Jake standing in front of me. I jolt in surprise.

  “You have this habit of surprising people?”

  “Is that a compliment for last night?”

  It isn’t, but I can’t blame him for thinking it is though. The man literally made me beg for his cock. He has a right to feel smug. I watch as he hands me a mug of coffee, and this time, I don’t collect it from him.

  “You also have this habit of handing me drinks. Are you poisoning me?”

  He chuckles. “You seem too alive for someone who is getting poisoned.”

  “You don’t only poison people to kill them. There are love poisons, mind control poison . . .”

  “So, which one is it then?” he asks, dropping my coffee on the small table beside me and wrapping both hands around his. “Am I trying to control you or make you fall in love with me?”

  “Do you know who I am?” I blurt out, asking the question I’ve wanted to since the moment I walked into his apartment.

  He goes still before slowly lifting his mug to his lips and taking a sip of his coffee. “Do you want me to?”

  I frown. “What do you mean?”

  He shrugs again in that sexy way of his, powerful shoulders rising up before settling down. “You seemed to be looking for an escape. I had no problem with that.”

  I feel my own shoulders slump. “So, you know.”

  “I’d be both blind, deaf, and living in the middle of the Amazon not to know who you are.” He sets his coffee down and stares at me. “Still, I don’t see why that is a problem. I don’t plan on telling anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  “It’s not.” I shake my head and get down from the bed and begin to fumble around for my clothes.

  As I dress, I feel Jake’s eyes on me. When I’m done, I turn and face him.

  “I guess I need to get going.”

  He opens his mouth seemingly to complain. Then he changes his mind because he keeps quiet and gets to his feet.

  “Let me get you a travel mug for that coffee then,” he says as he shrugs on jeans and grabs a hoodie from his closet.

  I nod. “I’ll call an Uber.”

  “No.” He shakes his head as he returns with my coffee. “I’ll drive you instead. We don’t want anyone recognizing you and putting two and two together.”

  I hadn’t thought about that, and I realize he’s right. Then I wonder if he thinks I don’t want to be seen with him because I’m a celebrity and all. Which is kind of true, but not in that way. By the time I’m in his car, I’m now wondering if he hasn’t just been protecting his privacy. Which would make him right. I still don’t like how it makes me feel though.

  I tell him when to turn onto my streets even though I’ve already given him the address. The entire drive has been silent, and even though he seems at ease, I feel uncomfortable.

  “Thanks,” I say nervously. “For last night,” I add when he turns to me.

  “You realize I have half a pack of used condoms that says that you don’t need to thank me.”

  I smile. I can’t help myself. He’s so damn funny and sexy and perfect, and this will never work. It’s just a one-night stand.

  “Sorry,” I reply a while later. “It’s just I’ve had some really disappointing one-night stands in the past.” I point to the front of my house, not surprised when I find Jane waiting outside the gate for me. I texted her to tell her I would be home in a few minutes, and she texted back to tell me she would be waiting for me outside.

  “One-night stand?” He sounds surprised. “Oh, I see.”

  “Uhm, what did you think this was?” I ask, confused myself.

  He pulls up and stops the car. “Doesn’t matter what I thought it was. What matters is what it is.” He unlocks the doors. “It was nice knowing you, KD. Don’t worry, I plan to take this one to the grave with me. For what’s it worth, thanks for giving me a night with a rock star. It was mind-blowing.”

  I don’t know what else to say. So, I open the car and get out. Jake waves at Jane. Then he drives off.

  “All right.” Jane tugs at my hand. “Tell me everything. And by everything, I mean everything.”

  I turn to her with a grin, partly forced. “My back aches, my pussy still feels empty even though it’s been hours now since he pulled out last, and I didn’t know a man could make you orgasm that many times in a single night. Hell, I didn’t know I could orgasm that many times in a night.” I nod when Jane’s eyes go big. “And now, I’ve got to go catch some sleep because I barely got any.”

  “You bitch,” I hear Jane mumble behind me. “He rocked your world.”

  I can’t argue with that.

  Chapter 9

  After three days of Jane and I staying indoors, binge watching all our favorite shows, ordering food in, and gossiping about everything there is to gossip about, we decide it’s time to do something different. So, we go shopping. But this time for groceries because Jane decides she’s going to try her hand at cooking again. I’m a very bad cook. Jane is too. The difference between the both of us is that while I have accepted my fate that I just don’t have that magic touch that turns recipes on the pages of a book to mouthwatering delicacies in my oven, Jane believes she can learn how to cook. Over the years, I’ve been witness to her numerous attempts at cooking, and I’ve experienced the good, the bad, and the ugly results. But it’s fun to see her try so hard, so I always support her efforts.

  “It says you should sprinkle all that on the chicken,” I read from the book in front of me, a glass of wine beside me.

  Jane stares at the bowl of mixed spices and turns around. “Al of it. Are you sure?”

  I glance at the recipe and nod my head. “Then it says leave in the oven for thirty-five to forty-five minutes.”

  “Okay.”

  I watch as she does just that. When she’s done, she joins me at the kitchen island with her own glass of wine.

  “You’re stalking him again, aren’t you?”

  I turn my phone face down on the marble countertop and shake my head. “Who?”

  “You know who. You’re stalking Jake again, aren’t you?”

  “I’m not stalking him. I was just going through his Instagram, that’s all.” I sound defensive, and it makes me cringe.

  “All right, just know that if you want me to, I can get Ben to run a full check on him. We can find out who his first crush was and what he likes on his pizza in like three days.”

  I know I look as surprised as I feel. “You can do that?” I ask, unable to deny that I’m curious. I shake my head. “No, I can’t do that to him. I mean, I don’t need to know any of that.”

  Jane shrugs. “Sure, if you say so.”

  “Did you run a check on Travis?”

  “Fell in love with the idiot before I could get to it.”

  I take a sip of my wine and chuckle. “I don’t need to worry about that then, since there is no way I’m falling in love with this one.”

  Jane smiles at me. “Sure, anything that helps you sleep at night.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Thin walls. I stay in the room next door, and I can hear your nightly ritual before you go to sleep.”

  I blush. “The walls are not thin,” I reply defensively.

  “Exactly. And still I could hear you moaning his name last night. Over and over again.”

  “I said it just the once.” I scowl at my glass. “And it was a slip of my tongue. I mean, maybe I was thinking of him while I . . .” I trail off. “Doesn’t mean I’m falling in love with him.”

  “God, no!” Jane shakes her head at the thought. “Of course,
you’re not falling in love with him. What I’m wondering is why you keep on using a vibrator when the real deal is merely a phone call away. You and I both know he’s going to rush down here if you gave even the barest hint that you were interested.”

  “He knows who I am,” I try to explain.

  “You got naked with him. Of course, he is going to know who you’re. That is if he didn’t already figure that out in the club. You don’t think he can be discreet?”

  “Oh, he can.” I remember him bringing me home in his car the other day so no one would see me leaving his apartment and get the wrong idea. Or right idea. I don’t know which one it is. “I just don’t think he wants the kind of pressure that comes with having an affair with someone like me.”

  “What pressure?”

  I stare at her. “You know, as my agent I don’t think you should be telling me to have a secret affair. What would happen if we get caught?”

  Jane sighs. “I guess being your agent and being your friend can be kind of conflicting. But in this case, I’m going to be your friend and tell you to ride this pony until it’s exhausted. You told me yourself that you’ve never had better sex in your life. I’d be the worst kind of friend if I told you to leave that. Besides, you won’t be the first rock star to have sex.”

  I have to admit, the thought of having an affair with Jake sounds very tempting. And I’m sure he would go for it too. I’m KD after all, and he’s a fan. Plus, not to blow my own horn, but I did kind of blow his mind the last time. And he’s blown my world away. I bite my lower lip as I remember how he tugged on them one time.

  “You’re thinking about him again, aren’t you?”

  I jolt, wondering how I managed to forget she’s here.

  “No, I was thinking of something else.”

  “I can see your nipple.” She shakes her head as she points to my hardened nipples. “Jesus Christ, Katie. Why the hell are you not plowing this guy every night?”

  I blush and look away. “Because I’m not some sex-crazed idiot who needs one man to make me feel good. Sure, Jake was good. Doesn’t mean I can’t find better.”

  Jane eyes go wide, and the look on her face tells me I’m in trouble.

  “Have you had better?”

  I nod mutely.

  “Really?”

  I shake my head, then quickly add, “Doesn’t mean I won’t get better. It’s all about checking what’s on the menu, isn’t it?” I wink at her, using her own words.

  Jane bursts into laughter and shakes her head. “I’m afraid for you it’s going to take more than sampling what’s on the menu. You’ve had Kobe beef and now no other meat is going to make your pussy feel the same again.”

  “Stop saying meat and beef,” I say, feeling a little nauseous.

  “Sure.” Jane moves closer to me. “Remember Jesse?”

  I remember Jesse. I hate Jesse. He’s a sleazebag who managed to wrap Jane around his finger for three months. Two minutes after I met him, I told Jane he was bad news and that she should dump him. She told me he was the best lay she’d ever had, and she had no plan on letting him go.

  “I remember Jesse.” I frown. “What does he have to do with any of his?”

  “Jake is your Jesse.”

  “Like hell he is.” It’s a laughable comment at best, and that’s because I choose to laugh about it.

  “Okay, Jesse was a douche, and hopefully your Jake is not . . .”

  “He is not, and he is not my Jesse.”

  “What I’m trying to say is that Jesse was a douche, and the only reason I was with him is because the man could fuck.” Jane nods. “I’d even admit that for a while there I was even addicted to his dick. I hated the man. Loved how he’d bend me over my couch and make me scream. Dude was good with his mouth too. You’re scared of being addicted to Jake’s dick. You had good sex for the first time in so long, and now you’re scared of how much you want it.”

  The concept is so funny I want to burst into laughter, yet I can’t because it’s also true. And still, not true. I’m not afraid of getting addicted to Jake’s dick. I’m not. I just really like what he did to me with it. Every time I’ve played with myself in the last few days, it’s what I pictured in my head, between my legs, in my mouth . . . What I’m afraid of doing is getting addicted to the man himself. It struck me in the moment he handed me the cup of coffee how relationship-y the whole thing was. And I wanted it so much I had to get out of there. Not that it matters. I got out of there, and I have no plan to go back. In a few days, I’ll have forgotten about Jake. Okay, maybe a few weeks. But one day, I’m going to forget all about Jake and find someone new. Someone to have great sex with and not have to worry about things getting emotional. I suddenly realizing something.

  “You said Jesse was the best sex you’ve ever had. That can’t be right. I mean, you have better sex with Travis, right?”

  “Yeah, but that’s because I love Travis. The emotion makes the sex the best I’ve ever had. If I didn’t love him, he would be second best.” She gives me a smile. “That’s why I’m glad I didn’t fall in love with that idiot. Imagine how fucked up my life would be. He’d probably have me on strings like a puppet.”

  “Yeah.” I chuckle mirthlessly and empty my wine glass of wine. “That would be really fucked up.”

  She walks to the oven and stares through the glass. “Are you sure that recipe said thirty-five minutes? I’m hungry.” She turns to me. “Look, you don’t need to stress out about this. Honestly, I think you should see if there is anything there. Bang one out with him a couple of times. It’s been a while since you did something fun and spontaneous like that. But in the end, what matters is what you want, and if you don’t think you want to see Jake again, then cool.”

  “All right, I don’t want to see him again.”

  “Liar,” Jane replies softly as she turns around to stare at her chicken again.

  Chapter 10

  He places his hips between my legs, and I can feel his erection pushing at the entrance of my sex. I immediately open for him, wanting to feel him inside. He stays just poised outside, his eyes staring into mine. God, he’s such a tease.

  “What do you want?” he asks in that lazy drawl of his.

  “I want you to make me beg,” I reply breathlessly. “I want you to make me do anything you want. I want you to make it hurt just enough that I love it.”

  “For someone who wants me to do anything I want, you have a lot of demands.” A crack in the air, and I look up, shocked to see a leather black whip in his hand. The same whip I saw in the sex shop the other day. “Beg for it?”

  “For what?” I ask, frowning in confusion.

  “For my cock,” he adds with another crack of his whip.

  “Please,” I say immediately, “give me your cock.”

  “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He shifts, and I feel it slide against my sex again.

  I moan loudly and move so I can force him in. He moves too. I move again, pushing myself closely against him. One touch. I bet one touch is all I need and I can get him out of my mind. One touch to push me over the edge. I suddenly feel his hand around my neck. His grip isn’t too tight to choke. Just enough to stop me.

  “You don’t get it unless I chose to give it to you. You try to force me, and I just may use this whip on you.” He looks me straight in the eye, and I feel a shiver pass through me. He’s not playing. I immediately start thinking of how I can force his hand. “Spread your legs,” he orders.

  I quickly obey him. I watch him rise above me and wrap his fist around himself, stroking in a way that makes me want to grab him and push him inside me.

  “Good. Now touch yourself,” he says in that deep, sultry voice that gets me even wetter. “I want to see you play with yourself. You don’t get to come until I say you can, though. I want you right on the edge.”

  I lower my hands and place them between my legs, finding an easy rhythm formed from years of lonely nights spent chasing this pleasure.


  “Oh, Jake,” I moan, unable to help myself as I push myself closer and closer to the edge. I look at him, waiting for him to tell me to come. “Please,” I plead, frustrated beyond measure as he merely looks on. “I need to . . .”

  I beg and beg, and he just stands there looking at me until I can’t take it anymore and push myself over the edge and back to consciousness.

  I blink away, alone in my bed. My hand is between my legs, and I’m still horny as fuck. All of it was a dream. There was no naked Jake in front of me. I sigh in frustration, unable to believe I had another sex dream about Jake. I’m starting to get tired of them. They leave me frustrated, and no matter how many times I come with my vibrator, it always leaves me feeling hollow. Sighing, I push myself up from the bed and slip my legs into the flip-flops on the floor below. It’s still dark, but I know I can’t sleep again. I grab my phone from the charging dock and begin to go through my social media page. I’m surprised when I find Jane sitting at the island table with a bowl of ice cream and her tablet in front of her.

  “What are you doing up?” I ask, grabbing a spoon and joining her.

  “Watching Doctor Who,” she replies. “What are you doing? Or should I rather ask, who were you doing?”

  “Was I that loud?” I sound flustered. “The walls are not that thin.”

  “No, they are not. But when it’s night and no one is making noise, sound travels really easily. Maybe put on some music before you go to bed next time. Or better yet, just call the guy and get all this over with. God knows you seem to have it really bad for him.”