Her Untamed Rockstars

by Terry Towers

  “I love hearing you say my name.”

  “Oh Dylan. I want you.”

  “Oh, you’ll have my cock baby. I’m going to fuck you until you’re sore.”

  “Please!” she groaned, bucking wildly against my hand.

  I was tempted to grab my dick and jack off all over her mound while bringing her to orgasm, but I needed to feel her velvety core clenching around me. My hand began working faster, making her cry out louder. One, two, three more strokes and I felt her core clench around my finger, to be followed by the release of her juices.

  “Dammit.” I couldn’t take another second. Grabbing her hips, I flipped her to her stomach and moved her to the edge of the bed, her stunning round ass up in the air for me.

  Without hesitation, I pressed my dick to the opening to her core. I slammed into her, her well-lubricated pussy taking me in and hugging my cock like a glove. She groaned loudly as I filled her, balls deep.

  I paused a moment, savoring the feel of being buried into her for the very first time. She moaned a second time and bucked back against me, urging me to move within her. I began to move, forcing myself to keep my thrusts slow and steady. She’d just had an orgasm and I wanted to make her come a second time before blowing my load deep inside of her.

  But damn, it was so hard holding back, when everything within me screamed to take what I needed immediately and without restraint. She was so damned tight; it was torture of the sweetest kind.

  Not being able to restrain myself a moment longer, I slipped my hand between her legs and began to work her clit as I thrust in and out with increasingly quick strokes. One thing I loved about this position was being able to see my dick as it slid in and out of her, lubricated by her juices.

  She began to rock back against me, our bodies making a soft slapping sound as our flesh met with each inward thrust. With each thrust she moaned, her sounds of pleasure becoming louder and louder.

  “Fuck, it’s never felt so good, baby,” I groaned. “I’m not going to be able to last much longer.”

  My head was beginning to swim and the tightness in my balls was becoming excruciating. If I came this soon I’d be considered a damned quick draw. I wasn’t a damned teenager. But the curve of her body as she moved with me, the sound of her moans, the sight of her tight pussy as I disappeared to and from within its warm, moist center was just too much.

  “You’re so amazing,” she moaned, her hands tightening on the blanket under her.

  My fingers worked her clit, moving faster and pinching the tight nub harder. She bucked back wildly against me.

  “Fuccccck!” I groaned. I just had to hold on, just a little while longer.

  Suddenly, she cried out, her entire body trembling as I felt her pussy clench around my cock. I was only human and that became my undoing. I shuddered as I slammed into her one final time and released, gripping her hips with both hands now and pulling her tight, balls deep. To my surprise she moaned a second time and her core exploded around me once more.

  I didn’t want to pull out of her, the feel of her surrounding my dick was too amazing not to savor. My cum mixing with her sweet juices felt incredible, but I was wiped. Bending down, I placed my forehead on her back and took a few deep breaths. I never in my wildest dreams imagined tonight would end up like this.

  Slowly and with regret, I straightened and pulled out of her. As I pulled out, she collapsed on her stomach, spread eagled on the bed. After a moment she rolled to her back and looked up at me, the lust still raging in her eyes.

  Looking down at her, it brought me a dilemma: Do I leave or do I stay?

  “Stay with me,” she said. It wasn’t a question.

  This was risky business. I’d just raged at Zack for fucking her and here I was doing the same thing. Dare I stay? Everything within me wanted to, and I was too weak to deny her, or deny myself the pleasure of a warm, soft woman’s body tonight. I wasn’t Zack; I didn’t have a woman in my bed on a nearly daily basis.

  “Okay.”

  This could go very, very wrong, a voice in the back of my head said. I hesitated for just a fraction of a second before pulling the blankets back and sliding under, beckoning for her to join me. She crawled under the covers with me, snuggling up to my side.

  I was asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

  Chapter 9

  Violet

  Slowly, I was pulled from dreamland to the world of the awake. What an amazing dream, my entire body was still vibrating from the images that had raced through my mind as I’d slept, featuring Zack, Dylan, and myself. Such sweet, sexy, sensual dreams.

  Rolling over to my side, I reached out and my entire body froze when my hand touched hard, chiseled flesh.

  Holy shit!

  My eyes sprang open and my entire body froze as I stared at the sleeping profile of Dylan Kane. It wasn’t a dream, or at least it wasn’t entirely a dream. I reached out to grab his shoulder and wake him and then snatched my hand back.

  Rolling onto my back, I groaned out loud, covering my face with my hands as the events of the previous night came rushing to me. I’d had sex with Zack and then Dylan! That was close to half of the band I’d slept with, in one night! What kind of woman does that?

  Lowering my hands, I turned my head to look at him again. He was snoring and appeared to be in a deep sleep. Turning my head to the nightstand, the clock read 10am. He really needed to get up and out of my room. There was too much to do today to prepare for the performance and interview tonight, after all, the band was going to be on the most popular late-night talk show on television. I wanted to make sure they were prepared.

  Sitting up, I looked down at myself and blushed. I needed to get dressed, or at least put on a robe before waking him. Yes, he’d seen me naked already, but now that the morning was here, I suddenly felt shy.

  As carefully as possible, I slid out of bed and grabbed the robe that had fallen onto the floor. Pulling the robe on, I closed it up and tied it securely around my waist. Now to wake him up. Walking over to the other side of the bed, I gave his shoulder a shake.

  “Dylan.” He grumbled something incoherent, so I gave his shoulder another shake; harder this time. “Dylan, get up. Wake up.”

  Some more incoherent mumbling.

  I sighed.

  Taking both hands, I placed one on each of his shoulders and gave him a violent shake. “For the love of God, wake up!”

  This time his eyes opened, and he gave me a lazy smile. “Hey, sweetie. Time for another round.” He reached out and grabbed my waist and pulled me onto the bed next to him. In one swift movement, he was straddling me and his lips were coming down to meet mine. His dick was rock solid and pressing against my groin. Oh my, the temptation.

  “Whoa. Wait.” I squirmed under him, pushing him off me. “You need to get dressed and leave. It’s ten am. People don’t need to see you sneaking out of my room.”

  “No one is going to see me.” He reached for me again and I batted at his hands.

  “I’m serious. This could cause serious problems for all of us.”

  His brow furrowed as he sat up. “Just hold on a second. You were the one to ask me to stay the night if I recall correctly.”

  I groaned. “I know, but now you have to go.” Sliding from the bed, I began to gather his clothing from the floor and placed it on the bed next to him. “Please. Get dressed.”

  Giving his head a shake, he got up, unabashed about letting me get a view of his morning wood. It took a lot of willpower, but I turned my head to give him some privacy as he got dressed. I probably should have gone to the other room, but I didn’t.

  “This is bullshit, you know that right?” He was pissed.

  I groaned. “Yes, I know. Major bullshit.”

  Once dressed he brushed past me, despite having plenty of room to walk around my body.

  “We need to meet up with the band at noon to go through the questions for tonight’s interview.”

  The only answer I received was the slamm
ing of the door as he left my room.

  “Well, that wasn’t very smooth,” I murmured to the empty room, running a shaky hand though my hair.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Violet

  “It’s going to be great, Zack.” I put my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about anything.” The band and I were all backstage and waiting for the group to be called to the stage to perform, and that would be followed by a question-and-answer session.

  “I sing. That’s what I do, Violet. This talk-show stuff isn’t really my thing,” Zack responded.

  “Fuckin’ don’t get yourself worked up,” Dylan jumped in. “We play our asses off and then answer some questions. Easy enough.”

  I looked at the other three band members and they all seemed to be amped up to get on stage. Their opinions on doing an interview were varied. Their previous managers should have set up more interviews, but then again, they went through managers so quickly, I was going to give the previous managers the benefit of the doubt and say they just didn’t have the time to organize something properly aside from tour dates.

  “We’ll get this over and then go out and party,” Ethan added.

  “The stage is set up. He’s about to announce you guys, follow me,” one of the stage hands said, waving at the group and motioning for them to follow behind her.

  I watched them leave with just a slight amount of concern. They’d rock that stage. They were amazing performers, but Zack’s hesitation to deal with an interview had me worried. Though when it came right down to it, there were five of them so Zack could just sit there and let the others take control. And ultimately, there wasn’t much that could be said that could damage the popularity of the group. If their reputation for partying and womanizing hadn’t hurt them, not much could.

  Looking out onto the pop-up stage, I watched the guys as they began to play their current hit song. The audience went wild when they hit the first note and their excitement only increased as the song played on, until the noise from the crowd rivalled the volume of the music.

  They did good. And as the song wound down, I could see all the guys had loosened up. They’d do fine. All the nervousness was for nothing. I laughed at myself; Zack had been so paranoid that he actually had me a little nervous.

  The song ended to a roar from the audience and the host walking over to the guys giving them praise and asking them to take a seat to start to the interview portion of their segment. The host began asking the guys questions about their upcoming tour and new album. After watching for roughly five minutes, all my stress about this interview had dissipated and a wide smile was on my face. Hopefully after this experience the band, Zack especially, would be able to loosen up and maybe even enjoy interviews. They all seemed to be having a pretty good time chatting away with the host.

  “I have a question for front man Zack,” the host said, making me freeze and listen intently as I eyed Zack and his reaction at being pinpointed for the first time in the interview.

  “Sure.” He smiled a lazy smile and seemed unperturbed to be singled out. Good, this was very good.

  “Social media has been blowing up this morning with pictures of you and a sexy young woman in your hotel hot tub last night.” As he mentioned the hot tub, a picture appeared on the monitor behind the group. Everyone turned to look at the screen as the audience began to go wild.

  I knew that redhead. It was me! I could feel the blood draining from my face. The picture was of me and Zack, the only saving grace was that my face was away from the camera. But my hair color was somewhat distinct, and I was curvier than most actresses, models, and singers.

  As I stared at Zack, his face also went blank. He didn’t have a damned clue what to say, as the host looked at him expectedly.

  When Zack didn’t respond, the host continued, “So who is this sexy young woman? A fan getting an experience of a lifetime or do we have a new musical power couple in the works?”

  I wanted to run out on stage and stop the madness, but couldn’t. The last thing I needed was for the world to see was that their manager had bright red hair as well.

  Zack had no response. He simply sat staring at the photo behind them. It was Dylan that stepped in and offered up an explanation. “Ah, fuck, picking up groupies again were we Zack?” Dylan began laughing and gave Zack a slap on the back, jerking Zack out of his trance.

  Zack looked at the host and gave him a lopsided grin. “It happens. What can I say? How many red-blooded, single men would pass up a beauty like that?”

  “True enough,” the host said. “But, we heard that it may not be a fan. It just so happens that you have a beautiful new manager. Violet Hudson. Daughter of the legendary Edward Hudson. A picture of me blinked onto the screen, it was from the waist up. My hair was up in a ponytail in the picture, but the color was a perfect match.

  Oh fuck me.

  My stomach began to churn. I thought I was going to throw up. I might as well just start putting out résumés at McDonalds, because I was done in the business after this. “Is Violet backstage?” the host asked, knowing damned well I was standing there.

  “Can you follow me?” The stage hand that had led the guys out said, placing a hand on my lower back and urging me forward.

  “I don’t want to go out there,” I said in a low voice.

  “You need to. You’re better off going out there then hiding in the back.”

  “That’s not me,” I hissed at the woman.

  She smiled. “Then you have nothing to worry about.” She didn’t believe me for a second. I doubted the host would either. She clipped a mic onto my shirt and urged me forward.

  “Fine,” I growled, forcing a smile onto my lips as I walked out onto the stage with as much dignity as I could muster and sat down at the end of the sofa next to Salvatore.

  “Welcome, Violet.” The host pinned me with a stare.

  I nodded. “Glad to be here. Though I think the fans are wasting their time with me.” I motioned to the band. “It’s these talented five guys that everyone is here to see.” I looked out into the crowd and began clapping. “Right ladies and gentlemen?”

  “Yes, but Zack’s personal life has always been of interest,” the host challenged. “Right everyone?” The crowd went wild, causing the host to begin laughing. “So come on. If that’s the case, let the news be heard here first.”

  Oh God, I was pretty sure my heart was going to pound right out of my chest. Or maybe it would stop all together and end this torture.

  Zack finally got his voice, “Nope. Sorry. Never mix business with pleasure.” He turned to me and winked. “I do prefer the redheads though.”

  I could feel the blush begin to color my cheeks and shook my head. “Never mix business with pleasure. It’s the cardinal rule.”

  The host looked doubtful and a little disappointed but dropped the subject and carried on with the rest of the interview. I wished they’d let me leave the stage, but I wouldn’t be so lucky. I had to endure with the rest of the group.

  ~*~ TT ~*~

  Violet

  Once the interview wrapped up, I couldn’t get off the stage fast enough. I hated being in the limelight, especially when my misconduct was being brought up. I’d barely gotten off the stage when my phone started ringing. As I answered the phone I thanked God that it hadn’t gone off while sitting there praying for the interview to get over.

  It was Carter. Shit-fuck. Saying hello, I tried to keep my voice light, despite the nervousness I was feeling inside.

  “What is going on? I’m watching the show right now.”

  “What do you mean?” If I played dumb, then maybe he wouldn’t be suspicious.

  “I mean the scandal that comes with Zack fucking some random woman in a hot tub in public. Who is that? You were supposed to keep me updated on things like this.”

  I let out a sigh of relief that I hoped he couldn’t hear on the other end of the phone. “There’s nothing to update. My guess is its some random groupie. It’s nothing abnormal r
eally. Zack has been publicly having sex with women for years all it does is increase his swagger credentials with the press.”

  “You need to make sure you know what they’re doing at all times, Violet. Your job is to ensure the women they’re putting their dicks into aren’t people who will go to the tabloids—or worse—with some dirt.” I could tell from his tone he was less than happy with me right now. Shit, shit, shit. I knew these guys were going to be the end of me. Of course it didn’t help two of them had had their dicks inside of me the previous night. Perhaps I didn’t deserve to manage them; what kind of manager does that? Certainly not one that values their career.

  Oh, she won’t be running to the tabloids, that I can guarantee, I said inwardly, not verbalizing my thoughts.

  “I’m sorry. I really am. I’ll do my best from here on in.”

  “You should have been doing your best all along, Violet!”

  Oh damn, me and my poor choices with words. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.

  The guys exited the stage and none of them looked at me. Dylan was the last one to exit. “We’re going to the limo and getting out of here,” he whispered as he walked past.

  I nodded. Putting the phone on mute, I said, “I’ll only be a minute.”

  He nodded and continued past me.

  Unmuting the phone, I continued, “That’s what I mean. I slipped up. It won’t happen again. I promise you, Carter.”

  “Good. I would hope not. You have a bright future in this industry, don’t fuck it up.” His tone had softened, the original anger apparently now just simmering.

  “I won’t. That’s the last thing I want to do,” I assured him.

  Saying our goodbyes, I hung up and sighed. How in the hell I was going to handle this situation with Zack and Dylan was beyond me? Perhaps we could just rewind the clock, figuratively speaking, and pretend it never happened? Yes, that’s what we’d have to do. My career was way too important to give up for some sex. Albeit mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasmic sex.