Rock God_Book 1_A Contemporary Harem Fantasy

by Michael-Scott Earle

  “Looks like I may have forgotten a spot.” My finger traced across the opening to her pussy.

  “Oh yeah, you did. Shame on you. It’s important I get cleaned really good and deep there,” she gasped as I kneeled down in front of her and slowly slid my pointer finger inside. Her pussy was tight and soaking wet. As I withdrew my finger, it made a slick, wet, sucking sound that I could hear over the sound of the shower. I pushed my finger in again and curved it slightly to rub more against the inside of her wall. I was rewarded by another gasp and moan. Her knees bent a little, forcing my finger deeper into her. My right hand reached up around her hip, and I grabbed her tight butt cheek. I felt her body tilt back against my hand a small amount so she could take some pressure off her legs and give my finger a better angle of penetration.

  “Oh Eric, that feels so good. Umm, looks like your cock wants to play again,” she moaned as I slid my finger out of her and stood up to pull her to me. Her tongue met mine before our lips touched in a passionate kiss. She rubbed her soapy body against mine, and I gasped as my cock slid easily between our bodies. “Let’s rinse off a little bit,” she said as she moved into the water to take off all the soap I had rubbed onto her. She pulled me into the stream so that the water hit me better. I let her worry about rinsing me off as my hands roamed her body, teasing her nipples and rubbing her neck.

  “You are so fucking hot. I want you so bad.” She was panting as she adjusted her hair in front of her body to rest between her breasts. She looked down at my cock and then at the wall on the other side of the shower, before she took a few steps out of the spray of water toward the wall. One of her hands pushed against the wall and the other grabbed the handrail. As I moved behind her, she bent over slightly at the waist and pushed her hips toward me. Her eyes were wild with hunger, and she was biting her lower lip in anticipation.

  There was a small trail of conditioner that led from her ass crack, up her spine, to the nape of her neck, but other than that her body was devoid of soap, shiny, lean, and beautiful. She didn’t have as much muscle as Kim, but her body was curvier. I grabbed the base of my cock and directed it to her wet pussy. She murmured in delight as she felt the head settle in the slight cup of her opening. Even though the water from the shower coated both of our bodies, I could feel the difference in the wetness around her pussy. She was definitely ready for me. I pushed my rock-hard penis deep into her so deep that my hips made wet contact with her butt cheeks. Then I left it buried there for a few minutes to get used to the feeling of her tunnel wrapped around my shaft.

  Her tight, velvety sleeve was a perfect fit for my cock. I could easily feel the walls press against it from all directions. She moaned loudly, and I could feel her force herself to tighten around me. The sudden pressure of her contraction made me gasp. She looked back over her shoulder at me, her sharp features strained in pleasure. She continued to massage my dick with her pussy while she made slow circles with her hips. Each rotation made my shaft and head drag deliciously across her wet walls.

  We hadn’t progressed past my first entry into her, and I knew that while this slow exploration of her pussy was good, Katherine liked it rough. In the condition I was in, I was going to need to be rough to get off again. I moved my hands up to the now familiar spot along the ridges of her hips and grabbed her body tightly. I pulled out quickly and then started to thrust into her at a medium pace, aiming my cock against the back wall of her pussy. After thirty seconds, her moans became frantic.

  “Uhhhhnnnghh, ahhhhhh, soooo goooood Ericcc. Fuuucccckkk meeeeee!” She glanced back over her shoulder to see my face. Her mouth was hanging open, caught halfway between the pain of being punched in the stomach and the joy of eating an expensive spoonful of caramel. I had no idea what I looked like, but my jaw was clenched in concentration, and I was driven to fuck her as hard as last night. Unfortunately, I didn’t really know how much longer I was going to be able to keep it up, and I didn’t feel that close to coming. Katherine was tall, not as tall as me, but her legs were long enough so that I had to balance on my toes to fully penetrate into her. I was also exhausted from lack of sleep and the intense heat of the shower.

  To recover some energy, I decided to take a little break. Pushing slow and deep into her again, I moved my arms up from her hips to her breasts and roughly massaged them and their hard nipples. She groaned; it could have been from annoyance that I had stopped my pounding of her or from pleasure of her nipples being assaulted, and leaned back into me. After a few minutes of abusing her breasts, I moved my left hand down to rub her clit. At this point, our bodies had both become lubricated from the conditioner that was still in her hair, so my hand easily slid over her hard little nub. Once I found it, I began to rub circles around it with my fingers and thumb.

  The triple stimulation of my cock nestled deep inside of her, my hand rubbing her nipple, and my other hand mercilessly massaging her clit started to send her off. I could feel her legs start to tremble and shake and knew that I needed to move quickly if I wanted to come with her.

  I put my hands back on her hips and pushed her into the wall. Every breath she took was a hot gasp of my name or some swear word. I began to fuck her at a tempo closer to what I had done last night. We were both so wet and oily from her hair that there was almost no friction between us, just a slippery joust of moans and grunts. With each thrust, I made an effort to try and push my rock-hard cock a little deeper into her. Even though I had forgiven her nature, part of me knew she liked this treatment, and she deserved the roughness for being such a shallow bitch. Suddenly, one of my thrusts hit her inner wall. The sensation sent a jolt through my body which she felt. We both gasped.

  “You are so deep in me,” was what I think she said; it was hard to understand through all the moaning and swear words. I repeated the thrusts, and each one brushed against her cervical wall that protected her womb. I felt the tidal wave start to build in my legs.

  “Oh god, Katherine, your pussy feels so good around my cock. I’m going to come inside of you again, fill you with my cum. Do you want me to fill you up?” I was practically growling again. Like an animal about to take a bite of its kill.

  “Oh yesssss. Fuck. Fill my pussy. Fill me up. Fuck. Shit I’m comingggggg. Sooo good.” Her legs forced an earthquake through her body as her orgasm hit her and my cock started to launch my seed into her. There wasn’t much left in me after last night and earlier this morning, but there was enough for Katherine to gasp when it shot into her accepting body. We stood twitching in the shower as the water splashed down on us, and our climaxes forced our bodies to writhe against each other uncontrollably.

  It felt like two minutes before it passed, but it was probably more like fifteen seconds. I was still sunk deep in her, and she was still bent against the wall, both of us panting and letting out soft moans of enjoyment as we came down from the euphoria. She let out a sharp gasp of displeasure as I pulled out of her. Shivers ran up my spine as the sensitive tip of my penis rubbed against her one last time and then was exposed to the less warm, less damp, and less embracive shower.

  “You felt so good, Katherine.” I sincerely meant it, but I wondered if she cared. “Thank you again for being honest with me. I’m glad we can still be friends.” I meant that too.

  “Friends with benefits!” she said as she carefully stood up. Another low moan escaped her mouth as she slowly stretched her spine and legs out. “I could get used to you fucking me… but… um, I need to finish rinsing my hair out. You can stay in here and watch or you can get dried off.” She moved over to the shower and started running her finger tips through her oily tangles.

  “I’ll go get some clothes on. Meet you downstairs?”

  “You got it stud.”

  Chapter 17

  The clock on the oven of the kitchen said nine forty-six. But it appeared I was the only one out and about. I didn’t know what the protocol was for this type of situation. Were we supposed to go home? Had everyone already left? I considered how late every
one went to bed last night and decided they were probably all still sleeping. Also, when Jack and I ever crashed at his place, we normally had breakfast together the next morning. Since this was his parents’ house, and Jack strived to be the perfect host, I figured he probably had some sort of breakfast foods in the fridge.

  I wasn’t wrong. There were a couple dozen eggs, tomatoes, bagels, cream cheese, smoked salmon, bread for toast, oranges, and various types of juice. I stood there for a few moments, pondering what I was hungry for, what Katherine would want, and the likelihood that anyone else would wake up before noon. I felt Katherine’s arms circle my waist as her body pushed tightly against mine. I hadn’t heard her walk up behind me, but the air blower on the industrial-size fridge was pretty loud. Her body felt good, and I sighed in contentment as I felt her face nuzzle into my back between my shoulder blades.

  “How did you sleep?” I nearly jumped high enough to Spiderman to the ceiling. It wasn’t Katherine who had her arms around me and body pushed against my back. It was Aimee. Her arms loosened as I spun around to face her, but she didn’t let go.

  “You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing?” I asked as I tried to pry her arms from me without getting hysterical. A quick glance showed me that there was no one else in the kitchen but us.

  “I woke up a bit ago and got hungry. Sorry to scare you! Looks like you already took a shower. Are you going to make breakfast? Want me to help you?” She was acting like she hadn’t done anything wrong. I pried her arms from behind me, but she was still standing dangerously close to me, invading my personal space. Her icy, blue eyes stared intently into mine, and her hair had that beautiful, messy, slept in look. I could almost taste her warm breath escaping from her plush red lips. I felt thankful I had just had my fill of sex or… hell, I don’t know what would have happened.

  Maybe, it was because of the sex and the sudden, adrenaline rush, but the morning fog of exhaustion had cleared up, and my brain worked like a lightning bolt to puzzle a way out of this situation.

  “No, I’m cool to handle breakfast. I cook for myself all the time. Why don’t you sit down over here?” I put my hands on her arm and started to lead her to the barstool at the long counter in the kitchen. “And I’ll make you something. We’ve got eggs, toast, and bagel stuff. What do you want?” She sat down at the stool without complaint, and I gave thanks to which ever deity was watching over me.

  “Eggs sound good. Scrambled with a little bit of cheese if there is any in the fridge. One whole and two whites.” She swung her amazing legs around the chair. I noticed she was wearing a pair of pink pajama-like boy shorts that were styled like super-tight, low-cut boxers. There was “Shut up and Kiss Me” written all over them as the pattern. She had a dark-purple tee-shirt on that didn’t really match the shorts, but was tight. As I glanced at it, I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were erect and pushing against the fabric.

  I looked away in a hurry, ripped open the fridge, and shoved my head in to catch my breath and grab the food. Her breasts looked so good they had to be fake. They were probably “C” cups, amazingly pert and firm. She didn’t have a bra on, but they weren’t sagging in the slightest. Fake, right? While Aimee wasn’t as athletic as Kelly, Kim, or Katherine, she was still rocking a tight body, with a face that could grace the cover of any fashion magazine. Her bigger boobs and perfectly proportioned hips made the otherwise gorgeous trio of girls I had been involved with seem like athletic, teenage boys.

  But she was Jack’s girl. And she obviously had issues if she was trying to come on to me in the manner that I thought. Her behavior made me mad. Did she think I would just cast aside our friendship for her? I steeled my nerves and grabbed the stuff I needed to cook.

  “Orange, grapefruit, pomegranate, or guava juice?” I rattled off the choices to her from behind the door. I didn’t want to look at her. Her clothes were so tight she may as well have been naked. And while I was still pissed off at her for what she was trying to do, looking at any woman as pretty as her would probably erode the willpower of a man of the cloth.

  “Ummm, grapefruit,” she said smugly, satisfied with her decision. I found a couple of glasses, filling one up with juice and the other with water for her. I walked them over to her on the counter and forced my eyes to look anywhere else but at her. The window outside looked interesting, yeah, that’s where I’ll look. Her hands briefly made contact with mine as she took the glasses. I turned back around quickly and started to open cupboards so I could find what I needed to cook with.

  “Jack still asleep?” I asked as I cracked some eggs into a bowl. I manipulated the shells on a few of them to get rid of the yoke.

  “Yeah, he’s totally out. Will probably sleep till dinner.” She paused for a second. “Is… Katherine awake?” I couldn’t decipher the tone of her voice. Cautious? Maybe she didn’t know if we had slept together.

  “I think she is in the shower. Will probably be down soon.” Or so I hoped.

  “Her friend… Kim?” I shrugged as I grabbed two pans and put some olive oil on them. “She seemed really nice. Did you think she was pretty?” Ugh. Aimee was digging again. I would have no problems with her question if she didn’t act like she was trying to seduce me.

  “Yeah, I thought she was pretty hot. Do you want salt? I normally put a little in while I am cooking and then add pepper toward the end.” I tried to change the subject.

  “Yeah, that sounds yummy. I’ve never had a guy cook breakfast for me before.”

  “Haven’t you spent the night at Jack’s before?”

  “No. Not yet. This is the first time. My parents are pretty strict about morning breakfasts with the family. They are out of town this week and next, visiting one of their labs in Costa Rica.”

  “Wow. Costa Rica, I’m surprised you didn’t want to go with them.” I had forgotten what her parents did, but then I remembered they owned a huge pharmaceutical company and were probably as rich as the Pope.

  “I wish I could have gone, but I had tests. I’m surprised Beth didn’t go though. She doesn’t have many local friends and is normally excited about traveling. I think she just wanted to chill around the house.” I could tell Aimee loved her sister from the way she spoke, but I could also tell there was a lot of jealousy there. The eggs were cooking in the pans (I had made a separate one for mine, since I wanted sunny side up). I started to slice some of the tomatoes to eat with the eggs.

  “So, you live with your parents, huh? Where is the house?” I tried to keep the conversation flowing in any direction that didn’t involve her flirting with me.

  “Haha, yeah, we live in Bel Air. I know, I know,” she apologized as I glanced over at her in shock. Okay, I guess they were as rich as the Pope. Bel Air was also a hop, skip, and a jump away from her university.

  “I’m surprised you decided to stay at home and go to your school. Isn’t USC supposed to be where all the rich kids go?” I couldn’t help but stick my tongue out at her from over the cooking eggs. Since I went to the local state school, I wasn’t as entrenched in the rivalry. But, as I recalled, USC’s tuition was way more than hers.

  “No, that is where all the asshole kids go!” It looked like she had just bitten into a sour lemon. “Besides, I get along with my parents really well, and when Beth is away for school, they like to see me. When she is around, it is hard to get any attention from them. She mesmerizes everyone.” Again, with the comments about her sister. Beth must be pretty impressive.

  “Did you say she was autistic or something? Does she require, like, special care?”

  “Oh, no no! She is totally self-sufficient. She’s just weird. I can’t really explain it, but I chalk it up to being a genius. I just wish she wasn’t prettier than me. It is already really annoying that she is so much smarter than me. I wish I could have something she didn’t.” I think I probably pushed it too far. I could tell she regretted telling me the last part as soon as it left her mouth. I focused my attention on flipping my eggs whil
e I pushed hers around the pan.

  “Well. You have Jack! She doesn’t have him. And from what I know, he is pretty gosh-darn cool.” Jack is a good topic to talk about, I reasoned. I arranged the tomatoes on the plate in an artistic cascade from smallest cut to largest.

  “Yeah, he is great,” she said, flatly. Ugh. Okay, maybe, that was a bad topic. Was she into him as much as he was into her? Jack was a smart guy, a hard worker, a sweetheart, but while he was good-looking, he wasn’t really close to her match in looks. I felt my heart sag when I realized if she broke up with him, it would probably hurt him for a long time.

  “Here are your eggs.” I presented the plate in front of her and then stepped back to the fridge to get myself some orange juice. I tried to avoid looking at her again. I knew I would probably just stare at her breasts.

  “Wow, this looks delicious! Where did you learn to cook?”

  “Thanks. Mostly Food Network. Lots of trial and error. My mom told me once I could make any girl fall in love with me if I just listened to her and cooked for her.” I didn’t think about what I was saying. I shouldn’t have left that door open, but I didn’t think Aimee would go through it.

  “What if I’m already in love with you?” Aimee said, seriously. I inhaled suddenly in surprise from across the kitchen. My eyes were down as I grabbed my plate, and I looked up at her in shock. Our eyes locked, and I could feel the room start to spin around her beautiful face. If this was Katherine, she would break a smile any second and laugh at me for being so gullible. But I didn’t know Aimee well enough to guess if this was humor. From the interactions we had the last couple of weeks… I felt panic, but I had to roll with this.

  “Well then, I guess I don’t need to cook for you anymore! It only took one meal too! Do you think I can sell that recipe to single guys and make a fortune?” I forced humor into my voice and a smile onto my face as I walked over to join her at the counter with my plate. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Katherine bounce into the room. Thank god. Too bad she hadn’t been ten seconds sooner.