Her Untamed Rockstars

by Terry Towers

  I began to move on him, slowly at first, our bodies finding a good stride. As our movements synced, I quickened my pace, tearing my lips from his. Grabbing his shoulder, I began to ride him harder, arching my back and letting loose. He met all of my thrusts with his own, our bodies working in harmony.

  “Fuck baby, yeah. That’s it!”

  Water began to slosh over the side of the hot tub as our movements became frantic, but neither of us cared; all that mattered was the shivers of pleasure that kept racing down my spine to explode between my legs, over and over.

  “I’ve—I’ve never…. Oh God.” I couldn’t think, only feel.

  “So close. Fuck! Milk me baby,” he groaned, grabbing my hips and pulling me down harder each time I slammed down on him, ensuring I got each and every inch of his dick.

  I was at my breaking point; there was no holding back, even if I’d wanted to. The coil that had been in my stomach snapped and I screamed out as my pussy clenched his dick tightly and then released, as I came.

  “Jesus!” he groaned. As he thrust up into me a final time and released. I could feel the force of his release slamming into the walls of my core. It felt divine.

  I groaned a second time, collapsing onto him. I couldn’t take any more, my entire body was vibrating and all I could do was hold onto him until the tremors subsided.

  “I’ve never.... Wow,” I whispered against his neck.

  “Umm-hmm.” He wrapped his arms around me and held my naked body tight to his.

  He felt so good; even as his erection began to lose its girth, I felt secure with our bodies combined so wonderfully. I swear I could have fallen to sleep in the warm water, basking in the feelings of what we’d just done, but our solitude was interrupted by the sound of loud chatter.

  Shit! In my surprise I jerked upright and fell off Zack’s lap, plunging into the water, which only made him chuckle, creating a soft splashing sound. Pushing my wet locks from my eyes, I scanned the area, but I couldn’t see anyone looking over the edge of their balcony. In fact, I didn’t see any of the curtains drawn, but someone most definitely had their sliding doors open.

  “Just calm down,” he said, laughing. “It’s dark down here.”

  “We weren’t quiet,” I hissed.

  “No…. No, you weren’t,” he agreed, with that cocky grin on his face that I loved to hate.

  “Grab me my bathing suit. This was such a stupid idea.”

  He cocked a brow at me, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t think I heard you say please.”

  “Now!”

  “Boy, that’s certainly not a please.”

  I looked at our bathing suits. I’d have to get out of the tub, or at least expose most of my body whereas he could just reach without putting himself on display. Why was he being so difficult?

  “Because I can,” he said, as if reading my mind.

  “Okay. Please. Can you please pass me my bathing suit?”

  “See, look at how much more pleasant a request is when you use your manners.” Turing in the hot tub he grabbed my bikini and his shorts, coming out of the hot tub just enough so I could catch a glimpse of the curve of his tight ass. Falling back into the hot tub, he threw my bikini at me while putting his own on.

  Once we were both dressed, we climbed out of the hot tub, grabbed our towels and began drying off as we walked to the exit.

  “So how about we go back to my room, and we can finish what we started back there.”

  Tempting, oh God it was so, so tempting, but as much as I loved what had happened in the hot tub it should never have happened to begin with and couldn’t happen again. My hormones had overtaken my good sense.

  “I don’t think it’s a good idea. That was a one-time thing.” Reaching the elevator, I pressed the call button.

  He grinned. The guy was so self-assured it really surprised me that he had any type of insecurity. It almost made me think he’d been just pulling my leg when he’d said he wasn’t entirely comfortable on stage. But I did suppose performing in front of thousands upon thousands of people was much different then hitting on and fucking a woman.

  “We will see.” The elevator dinged and the doors slid open.

  Chapter 8

  Dylan

  This is creepy, a voice in the back of my head nagged. I didn’t need my conscience telling me that standing on my balcony and watching my best friend and the woman I was developing feelings for having sex was creepy. I knew damned well it was creepy and I was experiencing a mix of emotions—anger being the primary one at the moment. They’d broken the cardinal rule and mixed business and pleasure. The band and its success should be the most important thing, not getting off. If Zack was in that much need to get off, the hotel had pay-per-view porn. And the other emotion was jealousy. I’d envisioned fucking Violet more than once, normally while in the shower rubbing one out. But I’d stayed in control and didn’t let my dick rule me.

  I could have sworn I heard Violet scream and then the action in the hot tub slowed, then stopped all together. Time to stop being a perv and step away from the balcony. Making my way back into my room, I closed the glass door behind me and went to my bed and sat down on the edge.

  This was bullshit. True and utter bullshit.

  I must have spent close to an hour stewing, trying to get things straight in my mind.

  Zack and I had talked about this in great detail. He’d said he understood why we needed to keep things professional and he agreed that it was a bad idea to get involved with her in any way beyond friendship. But his cock was always the premier thing on his mind, and that had to end.

  I’d told him when Violet came on board that if he had sex with her then I’d be out. I’d been serious. I could get a solo career, in fact I’d already been approached a couple of times about going off on my own. By God, I was done playing his games. I was going to tell him just what I thought and that I was done with this bullshit.

  Once I was sure I had a plan, I stood, put on my sneakers and left my room. I was going to pay Zack a visit first and then Violet. I was done.

  Zack’s room wasn’t far from mine and approaching his door, I could faintly see one set of wet footprints, which was good. I wasn’t sure how well I could handle them both at once, but on the flip side it would kill two birds with one stone.

  I knocked on the door and waited. The door opened almost immediately.

  “Couldn’t get enough ba—” he cut off in midsentence and stared blankly at me. “Dylan…. This is a surprise.” He looked down at his watch. “It’s past midnight, what’s up?”

  “Can I come in?” I didn’t wait for an answer, just entered.

  “I guess…”

  Going over to the sofa, I sat down and waited for Zack to sit down across from me.

  “Okay, why are you being a fucktard?”

  I looked at the man that I’d known most of my life. Twenty years, since we were fifteen and I wondered for a moment if I was making a mountain out of a mole hill. Maybe I was overreacting. I’d had a chance with Violet, but I didn’t pursue it. Zack was an opportunist, always had been.

  No. No, no, no. He went back on his word and by God, I was going to call him out on it.

  “Look, we had a deal.”

  Zack yawned as he sank back into the plush chair in the living room area. “What deal?”

  “Violet was off-limits.”

  He frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “Don’t be an idiot.” Rage was flowing through me again. Was he seriously attempting to play dumb when they’d just fucked in public?

  Zack shrugged.

  Having to tell him what he’d just done just pissed me off further. “I saw you two fucking in the hot tub. You and Violet. Our manager. The person you were to keep your fucking dick out of.”

  He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay. Listen. It’s not what you think.”

  “I think it’s exactly what I think. You wanted to fuck her, you waited for the right moment and
you took advantage of her.”

  “Listen.” He leaned forward, locking gazes with me. “I did not force her into anything. She’s the one that wanted it. Should I have fucked her? Maybe not. But it wasn’t me this time. Believe it or not, she came on to me.”

  “I really am having a hard time believing that. I told you if you started this shit that I’d be done.”

  “You’re overreacting. This isn’t going to affect our work relationship. I promise you it was a one-time thing and she’s fine with it. She’s the one who made it clear. She had a need and she rode my dick. That’s it.”

  His words made me angry, angrier than they should have. Violet was just my manger, but at the same time, I couldn’t help that I was starting to develop feelings for her. She was an exceptional woman. It was hard to find a woman who was intelligent, beautiful, driven, and kind all in one amazing bundle. So, even though when she started working with us, I didn’t want Zack fucking her because I didn’t want him messing up a good thing, now, if I was honest with myself a part of me didn’t want him with her because I wanted her for myself.

  Jesus. I groaned and let my head fall back against the head rest. What in the hell were we going to do?

  “It’s over. I won’t be having sex with her again, man. I swear to God, it was a one-time-only thing. The group and our friendship are the most important thing. I fucked up, but it won’t happen again. I’ve stopped the excessive drinking and womanizing. Cold turkey. You gotta give me some credit for that.”

  Opening my eyes, I looked over at Zack. He seemed sincere and he had indeed cleaned up his act; it was a minor setback. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Nodding, I stood. “You’re right. Let’s just try to roll it back and keep it professional from here on it. And perhaps it’s best none of the others in the group find out.”

  “What do you think I’m going to do, put it in the Hypnotic newsletter. Fuck, man. Of course, this will be between us.”

  “Good enough. I’ll let myself out.”

  “Night.”

  I waved as I opened the door and walked out, closing it securely behind me.

  Once in the hallway, I was met with a dilemma. Did I go back to my own room and see how things went down or did I confront Violet as well? If what Zack said could be trusted, she was the one that crossed the boundaries first. And a part of me was fucking mad she’d chosen him.

  She definitely had some explaining to do.

  With my decision made, I made my way to the elevator and rode it down a couple floors to her floor. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. I hesitated a moment, I still had time to turn back. But I wasn’t going to. I was a man on a mission.

  Making my way down the hallway I found her room and didn’t hesitate in knocking on her door. It took a couple rounds of aggressive knocks before she finally answered, wearing a white terry cloth hotel robe tied around her waist and her long, red hair was wet and laying against her back. The smell of apples drifted to my nose.

  “Dylan, what are you doing here?”

  “Did I wake you?”

  “No, I just got out of the shower. I was just going to dry my hair and go to bed though.”

  “Good, we have a few things we need to talk about.”

  “But, can’t it wait until morning?”

  “No. No it can’t.” I didn’t wait for an invite but brushed past her and into the room. I glanced down as I walked past her and—can’t lie—knowing she was naked under that robe was making my dick dance under the restrictive jeans covering it.

  “Come on in,” she muttered, closing the door and following me into the room.

  Her room was quite basic, just a bed, a desk, and a little table with two chairs.

  “Why do you always get basic rooms?” I couldn’t help but derail my mission for a moment to get the information I’d been wondering for the past couple of days.

  She shrugged. “I don’t need anything fancy. It’s just a place to lay my head.”

  “I suppose.” Walking over to the bed, I sat down. Leaning against the desk in front of me, she crossed her arms over her chest and eyed me. “What’s so important that it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?”

  “I saw you and Zack in the hot tub.”

  The silence that overtook the room was almost deafening. Though considering her cheeks were beginning to glow a deep crimson color, it was evident she didn’t want me knowing.

  “Umm.”

  I raised an eyebrow at her, patiently waiting.

  “What do you want me to say?”

  “I want to know what you were thinking. You were quite adamant that you were a professional, yet the first chance you got you were spreading your legs for Zack.”

  Her mouth dropped open, but still seemed be at a loss for words.

  “A conversation takes two,” I added.

  She seemed to break free from her trance and her embarrassment gave way to another emotion—anger. “How dare you come into my room and talk like that to me!” She squared her shoulders and took a step toward me.

  I sat up a little straighter. She wasn’t the only one who was angry.

  “You’re supposed to be a professional,” I challenged.

  “I’ll have you know I am a professional.” She wagged her finger under my nose. “Who I sleep with is none of your concern. I could sleep with the entire band and it wouldn’t be a damned bit of business of yours.”

  Her chest was heaving, the robe slipping open just a tad from her movements. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone sexier in my life as she stood before me, close enough for me to smell her shampoo again, anger flashing in those stunning green eyes of hers.

  My cock was on full alert now. God, I wanted her. It was taking all my energy to keep from grabbing her waist and tossing her onto the bed.

  “To hell it isn’t!” I growled back. “Whatever could cause drama or potentially ruin this band is most certainly my concern. Remember, you work for us!”

  “So that makes you the dictator of what I do? I’m pretty sure the band has brought about enough drama and bad publicity all on its own, well before I came into the picture!”

  “None of it had to do with me, I can tell you that!”

  “Like you’ve never done anything impulsive or wrong in your life,” she challenged. The fire was so intense in her green eyes that I was on the verge of exploding without her even touching me.

  I leaped from the bed to stand toe to toe with her. We were so close that our breaths were beginning to intermingle.

  She continued, “No one knows but us, so what does it matter to you anyhow?”

  “Because if anyone should get to be with you it should be me!” As soon as the words came from my mouth the dynamic between us changed. The secret was out in the open now and couldn’t be taken back. The electricity between us was so intense, I could almost hear the crackling.

  I can’t say who exactly made the first move or how it came to be. All I can say was that one moment we were staring at each other, emotions at an all-time high, adrenaline pumping through my veins, and the next she was in my arms, that delicious apple scent of her shampoo overtaking me.

  She felt amazing in my arms, her body fit so nicely pressed up against me. Our kiss forwent the usual teasing and was fast and furious, our tongues dueling as my hands slipped to her ass and hoisted her up and onto my hips. She wrapped her legs around my hips as I twirled her around and we both went toppling onto the bed, the tie of her robe coming undone and leaving her bare to me.

  Oh, fuck. I’d lost count of the amount of times I’d fantasized about having her on the bed, naked and waiting for me to claim her. It didn’t even come to my mind that my best friend had just been balls deep within her an hour ago. All I could think about was how amazing it was going to feel slipping deep into her core.

  I grabbed the back of her neck, I pulled her up to me as I lowered my mouth to hers. I claimed her lips with the fierceness and passion that I was feeling within. She moaned against my lips. God, that moan w
as so damned sexy.

  My lips left hers for a moment as I grabbed at the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. As my hand fiddled with the button on my jeans, I ran my thumb across her lower lip.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful, Violet.”

  She didn’t reply, instead she pulled my thumb into her mouth and sucked at it. Holy sweet Jesus, watching her tease my thumb while looking deep into my eyes nearly made me explode right then and there.

  At long last my pants came undone and I pushed them and my boxers down, allowing my cock to spring free, rock hard and ready for action.

  Removing my index finger from her lips, I used it to travel down the length of her neck and to her chest. She closed her eyes and arched her back as my hand moved lower. A part of me expected her to stop me as my hand dipped lower and lower still, but she didn’t.

  I wanted to take some time to tease and enjoy her breasts, but my dick was throbbing. We could take things more slowly next time; there was too much adrenaline pumping through my veins and too many emotions racing through my head to even think about taking my time.

  My index finger slowly moved down her stomach and to her shaven mound. She gasped, her eyes opening and her head lifting up to watch as I parted her soft folds and began stroking her pussy, taking a moment with each pass to tease her clit.

  “Oh Dylan,” she moaned my name. Dammit, my name sounded so sweet coming from her lips. I was determined to hear her scream my name over and over until she had no voice left.

  She gripped the blanket underneath her as I continued to tease. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, the ivory skin between her legs beginning to glisten. Just when I thought she was going to come, I stopped myself, making her groan out load in frustration.

  “We’re not done yet,” I assured her, slipping two fingers deep inside her core, making her scream out again.

  “Dylan, please.” She began bucking against my hand, and I could feel her body begin to tremble. She was coming close again, and I loved watching her squirm and seeing the expression of pure, unadulterated pleasure in her expression.