POP ROCK

by Charity Ferrell

  “If you don’t want to see my cock, you better turn around now,” he warns.

  I cover my eyes. “Let me know when it’s safe.”

  He laughs, and a few seconds pass before he lets me know all is good.

  I remove my hand and open one eye at a time. There’s a knock at the door, and the ladies come scurrying in when Knox gives them the okay. I make myself comfortable while they get ready for our massages. A quiet, low hum of music starts playing, and I relax when a pair of soft hands land on my back.

  “This feels amazing,” I moan out, about halfway through our session. I can already feel the tension in my body start to disappear.

  “It’s well deserved,” Knox says.

  I turn my head to look over at him. “For me only being your assistant, you’re pretty good to me.”

  “It’s the other way around, sunshine. You’re one of the best things that has happened to me on this tour.”

  My mouth goes dry.

  I have no idea what to say back to that.

  So I gently smile and shut my eyes, ending our conversation.

  I don’t open them back up until the hands stop.

  “Are you ready for your soak?” Sabrina asks.

  I look over at Knox in question. I’m not sure how to answer. I’ve never soaked after a massage.

  “Do you want to do it?” Knox asks.

  I shrug. “Sure.”

  “We’ll be naked,” he clarifies.

  “It’s fine. We’ll stay on our sides.”

  Wait? What the hell did I just say?

  I agreed to soak in a tub naked with him.

  The soak is in what might be the most romantic environment in the world.

  I wasn’t exactly sure what I was getting myself into when I agreed, but it definitely wasn’t anything like this. The only light source we have is candles, they provided more champagne, and chocolates were added to the mix.

  Now I’m questioning myself on whether this was a good idea.

  It definitely wasn’t.

  We haven’t said a word to each other since we quickly dropped our robes and dipped into the tub. I was so concerned about him seeing me I didn’t get a chance to get a look at him.

  “So … should we do our secrets of the day?” Knox asks, shifting around in the bubbles and finally breaking the silence.

  “Sure, you go first, as usual,” I answer.

  “I never cheated on Stella.”

  I rudely snort into my glass of champagne. “Oh, come on. I might be young, but I’m not that naïve.”

  He gains eye contact with me before replying. “I’m not lying.”

  “There are pictures of you with other women, straight evidence. You can’t dispute that.”

  “That’s true, but all of those were taken when Stella broke things off with me again. It was a reoccurring thing that eventually made me finally leave. The problem was that she begged me not to make public statements whenever we’d break up. When I wanted to defend myself, she’d always fight it, saying she didn’t want our relationship in the public eye. She liked to play games and knew if it looked like I was a cheater, no one would want to have anything to do with me, with the exception of fan girls, which she knows I’ll never date. She actually cheated on me once, and I think that’s when we started to go downhill.”

  “Wow, that’s pretty shitty.” Whenever I heard the stories about their relationship, I always felt sorry for her and thought of him as the scumbag. I guess everyone has their masks they hide behind.

  “It’s hard to prove your innocence when she has everyone on her side. Girls felt sorry for her when she’d breakdown during interviews. Guys bashed me because they wanted to be on her good side to get laid.”

  “Why don’t you tell them about it now? Try to clear your name?”

  “I don’t want to hurt her. She’s been through some rough stuff, and I never wanted to see her go through any more pain. So instead of getting back at her, I decided to end things and move on. It’s less messy that way. And to be honest, if someone wants to believe what the tabloids say, I don’t want them in my life anyway.” A few seconds pass. “Now it’s your turn, sunshine.”

  I lower my voice, like I don’t want anyone else to hear my confession, and run my hands through the water as I start to open up. “The last tour I went on with my dad was when I was sixteen. There were a few bands that opened up for his show, and a guy named Adam was the lead singer of an up and coming one. I found him drunk off his ass in the bathroom one night and helped him. After that, we grew close and ended up having a secret relationship for a few months.

  I stupidly thought I was in love and gave him my virginity. Three nights later, I walked in on him railing a groupie against a dirty bathroom vanity. I was so irate and hurt. He chased after me. We got into an argument. One of my dad’s bandmates overheard it and told him.

  It all went to hell from there. He was twenty-two, and I was obviously underage. I had to beg my dad not to call the cops or let the press get any word of what happened. It would haunt me forever. He agreed but found other ways to ruin him. He kicked him off the tour and pretty much bad-mouthed him to everyone in the music world. It ruined his career.”

  “What a dumbass. Is that why you hate musicians?”

  “I don’t hate anyone. I don’t trust musicians.”

  “Libby, we’re not all like him. I can tell you right now I’ve never fucked a groupie in a dirty bathroom against the vanity.”

  I snort. “So you’re going to sit here and tell me you’ve never hooked up with a girl on tour before?”

  “Not on this tour.” I stare at him, my face going hard. “The only woman I want on this tour is you.”

  “I told you that can’t happen.”

  “Then why are you in here with me? You knew we’d be naked, alone, and in a romantic setting.” He scoots in closer. “You knew that, didn’t you?” I gulp, nodding. “What did you think was going to happen in here?”

  “I … I don’t know.”

  “The ball is in your court.” He raises his hands up. “You want me? I’m right here. You don’t? That’s cool too. You’re fully aware where I stand.”

  My body is moving faster than my mind, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m on the other end of the tub crushing my lips to his.

  29

  Knox

  I thought my eyes were deceiving me as I watched Libby slide from her side of the tub to me. Reality shatters through when her lips find mine, and her wet, naked chest presses against me.

  “Oh shit,” she gasps, hastily pulling away before I have the chance to kiss her back. “I’m sorry … I was so not supposed to do that.”

  My arm shoots out to curl around her waist and stop her from moving any further. There’s no way I’m about to let this opportunity slip – or swim – away from me. Having her lips on mine is like a dream come true. She’s what I think about before I close my eyes at night and when they open back up in the morning. She’s the face I see when I’m jacking off in the shower, and who I imagine in my future.

  I’ve been craving her every second of every damn day.

  And her reaction tonight proves I’ve been right every time I’ve said she’s fighting her desire for me.

  We need to stop this push and pull game we’re playing.

  “Don’t apologize,” I say, bringing her in closer. “Do it again.”

  She lets out a frazzled breath, her upper lip trembling, and stares down at me in contemplation. “This will change everything.”

  I bob my head in agreement. “You’re right. I can guaran-fucking-tee that. It’ll make everything ten times better.”

  I ease my hand around the curve of her neck and press my lips back against hers. She doesn’t pull away this time. Instead a groan escapes her as I cautiously slip my tongue into her mouth, massaging it against hers.

  She tastes even more delectable than I remember – hints of chocolate and champagne hitting my taste buds.

 
I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

  “You taste so fucking good, baby,” I mutter into her mouth, my hands trailing down to her perfect, round ass. “You feel amazing.” I squeeze each cheek and grip them into my hands. “I can’t wait to be inside of you and feel your pussy clench around my cock like it did my fingers that night in the backseat. I can’t wait, sunshine.”

  She hesitates, and I lose her mouth when she looks around. “Here?”

  “Do you want to do it here?” I question.

  She shakes her head, looking away shyly. “Not really. It’s too public. I won’t feel comfortable knowing anyone can walk in here any second. Not to mention, we’ll have to hold ourselves back, so we’re not too loud.”

  I stroke my hand across her cheek. “Then we won’t. How about we have a little fun in here and leave the best stuff for the bedroom?”

  “That sounds perfect.”

  My cock is aching to plunge into her, but I’ll make sure I take my sweet time later. I want to see her let go with me. I want her to be so excited she melts against my dick when I’m inside of her.

  I glance down at her, transfixed. She’s so damn beautiful. I press my lips to her chilly shoulder and use my knees to carefully nudge her legs open.

  “Is this good?” I ask, waiting for permission.

  She answers by bucking her hips forward, her pussy slightly brushing against my cock, and slams her lips on mine, her tongue sliding back into my mouth.

  I chuckle. “Is that a yes?”

  She eagerly nods, still devouring my mouth, as I ease my hand between her legs. I lose her mouth, and she buries her face into my shoulder when I hit her sensitive spot, slowly massaging her tiny nub.

  “You ready for this?” I ask, moving my fingers to her entrance. I wish I could feel how wet she is for me.

  “So ready.” Excitement is jumping at me when I’m about to slide two fingers inside of her tight pussy, but I’m interrupted by a knock on the door.

  Mother fucker.

  I have no damn clue what the person on the other side is saying. The only thing my ears are picking up on is the heavy panting coming from Libby, but I have a feeling it’s a warning that our time is up.

  I sigh in disappointment. “Rain check?” I ask.

  She looks down at her wrist. “Can I cash that in as soon as we get back to the suite?”

  “Hell yes. I’d be delighted to honor that.” I kiss her one last time. “And there’s no expiration date or any of that one coupon per customer bullshit.”

  30

  Libby

  Knox slams the door shut behind us, and I stumble back into his firm chest when he wraps his strong arm around my hips. I can feel his excitement pressing against my ass.

  He’s still hard from the spa soak.

  Or it could be from the elevator – where we couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves. I have my fingers crossed that no one tries to sell that video footage to some gossip site, but at that moment I had not one damn care in the world about paparazzi or how crossing this line will impact our relationship and my job.

  I throw my head back, lightly resting it on his shoulder, and stare up at him. I’m about to give everything to this man and hope to God he doesn’t give me heartbreak in return.

  “Shall I grab your vibrator and send you on your way?” he grumbles.

  “Don’t you even think about it,” I say. “If I recall correctly, you were very adamant that you could do a much better job.” I run my hands down his sides. “Let’s see if you live up to your word.”

  He stares down at me with eager eyes. “Babe, I’ll be doing much more than I promised. I’m going to get you off over and over again until I’ve exhausted every ounce of energy in your tight little body. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll ache when you walk, the memory of how good I feel inside of you relishing through you with every step for days.”

  “Then prove it,” I challenge.

  He lifts me up as if I’m weightless, and I hook my legs around him, rocking against his erection, silently asking for more. He cups my ass with his strong hands and stalks straight for the bedroom.

  He flips on the light and tosses me on the bed. “Never question my abilities, sunshine. I’ll do more than prove it to you.”

  My nipples peak, and I lick my lips when he strips off his shirt. I lean back, leveling myself with my elbows, so I can watch him crawl up the bed, straight to me. He plants his lips on mine, tasting me briefly, and I whine at the loss of him.

  He peels off my shirt, uses only two fingers to unsnap my bra, and throws them to the floor. His mouth moves straight to a sensitive nipple, lashing the tip of it with his tongue.

  “Your lips taste delicious. Your tits taste amazing. I can’t wait to get my mouth on your pussy,” he mutters against my chest.

  He rains kisses down my stomach and disposes of my yoga pants before tearing my panties down my legs.

  All of this happens before I even get the chance to catch my breath.

  I’m naked, feeling the weight of myself trapped underneath Knox Rivers in his bed.

  And we’re about to have sex.

  Hot damn.

  My mouth suddenly falls open as a shot of excitement spirals straight through me. I must’ve been deep in thought of how electrified he’s making me feel because when I look down, I see Knox’s head in-between my legs. I don’t even have time to prepare myself for the first flick of his tongue against my heat.

  He’s not wasting any time tonight.

  He starts off slow, caressing me with his skilled tongue, but as my breathing gets deeper and my moans grow louder, he speeds up the pace. I reach down and delve my fingers into his soft hair, tugging at the roots uncontrollably, as I writhe beneath him.

  He doesn’t even seem phased that I’m on the verge of nearly scalping him. He’s lapping me up, using both his tongue and fingers to drive into me, hitting every sensitive spot I have until I can’t take it anymore.

  It’s coming.

  I’m coming.

  I shake, coming undone and flying off the rails of the roller coaster ride he’s taking me on, and cry out my release.

  It takes me a few minutes to gain control of my breathing before I can say anything. “Jesus Christ,” I blurt out. “How in the fuck do you do that so well? What are you, some orgasm magician?”

  He kisses each one of my thighs and takes one last lick before looking up and shooting me a confident grin. “What did I tell you? I’m much better than anything or anyone you’ve ever had.” I shiver when he slides his hands back up my thighs. “And for my next trick, I’m going to get you to scream my name.”

  “I’m excited for the show.”

  He chuckles, watching me with a hooded gaze while he moves back and steps off the bed. “Not as much as I am to perform.”

  I prop myself back up with my elbows, and excitement buzzes through me at the anticipation of finally getting to see him naked.

  I’ve heard the rumors.

  He has a massive cock that he knows how to use well.

  And the rumors are true. My mouth falls open when he drops his shorts, his thick cock springing forward, and steps out of them. My elbows nearly give out as I fixate on the perfection that is Knox Rivers.

  I crawl over to him, and his stomach muscles tense when I wrap my hand around his shaft. I stroke him a few times, loving the soft curses flying from his mouth, and duck down to wrap my lips around the swollen head.

  “Fuck, Libby,” he breathes out when I take him in my mouth. He pumps his hips up, meeting my lips, and I take him in deeper. I peek up, and the sight of him throwing his head back in ecstasy only turns me on more. “Yes, suck me, just like that.”

  I inch my hand around his waist, digging my nails into his ass, dragging him closer to my mouth. I groan when pulls away, stopping me.

  “That’s not how it’s going down tonight, sunshine,” he tells me, his voice stern. “When you make me come for the first time, it’s not going to
be in your mouth. I want to be inside of you, taking you in long, deep strokes. I want you to feel what I’ve been trying to tell you is right all along.”

  A rush of heat barrels through me when he bends down, picks me up from underneath my armpits, and places me on my back against the crisp sheets. He goes to his bag lying on the couch in the room, unzips a side pocket, and pulls out a box of condoms. He tears one off and sets the box on the nightstand.

  “We’re not going to need all of those,” I say, with a laugh.

  “I like to be prepared,” he answers.

  I watch him, unblinking, as he opens the condom and slides it over his cock. The bed indents when he comes back to me.

  “You positive you’re ready for this?” he asks.

  “I’m more than positive,” I answer, squirming underneath him and opening my legs wider, a way to tell him to hurry it the hell up.

  His face scrunches up as he situates his cock in front of my heat and slowly glides it inside of me. I gasp, and he gives me a second to adjust to his large size.

  “You’re so damn tight, sunshine,” he mutters. “I haven’t even started yet, and you already feel like heaven.”

  I come alive at his first thrust, closing my eyes to savor the experience.

  He starts out slow, his pace unhurried and gentle.

  So good. So hot. I need more.

  “Harder,” I pant, meeting his strokes. “I thought you were going to fuck me so hard I ached for days?”

  “Your wish is my command, sunshine.”

  He carefully withdraws, and I arch my back when he drives back into me with no warning. I dig my nails into his shoulders, begging for more, until my body starts to tremble.

  “Knox! Oh my god! Knox” I scream out, my orgasm shattering through me. He starts fucking me even harder, and I continue to pant his name while he finds his release.

  He collapses on top of me, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths against mine.

  “Shit,” he breathes out. He balances himself on his elbows and dips his head down to kiss me. “That’s even better than I imagined.” He presses his lips against my nose and then gets up, removes the condom, and goes to the bathroom to throw it away.