Misadventures with a Rockstar

by HELEN HARDT

  Susie laughed. “Jan’s had more dick than Jenna Jameson.”

  “Think of our little show as foreplay,” Janet said. “That’s actually exactly what it is. Then the main attraction is Jett’s big cock.”

  “I’m pretty sure he only has one.”

  “So what are you going to do while he’s fucking me? Is that what you’re asking?” Janet let out a raucous laugh. “Baby, while he’s pounding me, I’m going to have my long tongue so far up your cunt that you’re going to cream all over my face.” She slid what indeed appeared to be an oddly long tongue over her full, dusky lips.

  My clit started to throb. I couldn’t deny being intrigued. Was I actually considering this? I already knew Jett Draconis was a douche. At least my head did. My heart had fallen hopelessly in love with the jerk.

  But oh my God… To be able to relive at least part of being with Jett. How in sync we had been, how his skin had felt against mine, how his hard cock had felt plunging inside me…

  If fooling around with Janet in Jett’s bed could get me just a few more minutes in his presence…

  This was so fucked up. Janet was attractive, and I was intrigued—especially after seeing her tongue. But to do this just to have more time with Jett? I couldn’t. Just couldn’t.

  So I wasn’t sure why the next words out of my mouth were, “Sounds like fun. Let’s do it.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Jett

  Normally, ten minutes goes by very slowly when you’re just watching the second hand. However, when you’re in a situation that you want to put off as long as possible, ten minutes goes by in a flash.

  I raised the whip and brought it down hard on the back of Alicia’s thighs. She squealed. This was normal for her, but because I didn’t want to hear any part of her, I said, “Be quiet. One more sound out of you, and I’ll wait another ten minutes.”

  I brought the whip down upon her thighs again. No noise out of her this time, though she did wince.

  Whip! Whip! Whip!

  Three more times upon her thighs. They were reddening, so I moved to the cheeks of her ass.

  Whip! Whip! Whip!

  Her ass reddened as well. Much more, and I’d leave marks. I brought it down on her ass once more.

  She wanted to be fucked now. I could tell. The smell of her arousal wafted thickly in the air. Doughy bread and earth, nothing like the sweet fresh apples and musk of Heather’s scent.

  I wasn’t even slightly hard.

  I gave her a few lashes on her back to hold her over, and then I picked up a blindfold from a nearby table. I secured it over her eyes so she couldn’t watch what I was doing next.

  “Stay quiet,” I commanded. “Not a peep out of you. I will come to you when I’m ready.”

  I quietly riffled through a box of dildos until I found one that was about the size of my own cock. I couldn’t help smiling. It was one of the biggest in the box. Then I undressed. My dick was still limp. I hastily put a condom over the dildo to make it feel more realistic to her.

  “Get ready. I’m going to shove my hard cock in your tight little cunt, Alicia.”

  She didn’t speak, only bit her lip and sighed.

  She was wet so it was easy to plunge the dildo into her pussy.

  She let out a low moan.

  I fucked her hard with the dildo, grazing my free hand and forearm against her thighs to make it seem more real, creating guttural moans in my throat.

  “You can talk now,” I said. “Tell me how my big dick feels inside you.”

  “Baby, no one feels like you do inside me. You have the biggest cock in the universe.”

  Nothing I hadn’t heard from Alicia before. A time had existed when her words had made me feel like some kind of god. Now? I just wanted this to be over with so I could figure out how I could fix my stupid life.

  “God, baby, so good. You fuck me so good.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m going to come. I’m going to unload inside you.”

  “But my ass…”

  “Not today. I want to come in that hot pussy of yours.”

  She let out a low moan. “Yes, please come, baby. Come all over me.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I said, grunting. “Here I come.” I thrust the dildo hard into her while I faked the orgasm. Damn, should have been an actor.

  “Keep that blindfold on,” I commanded as I pulled the dildo out of her and disposed of the wet condom.

  None of that had turned me on at all. My cock still hung flaccid between my legs. I quietly placed the dildo back in the box.

  The black snake whip sat on the table where I’d left it. I hung it back up on the wall.

  Still naked, I took the blindfold off of her.

  She smiled as she gazed at me. “I’ll never get tired of looking at you naked, baby. You are one fine man.”

  I forced a smile.

  “I hope you left some good marks on me.”

  I hadn’t, but I said, “Of course.”

  “No one whips me like you do. You have a strong and forceful hand. And then that big cock of yours…” She stared at the limp member between my legs. “Wow. I really took it out of you this time.”

  Another forced smile. “You always do.”

  She was relaxed and sated. Time for me to move in for the kill.

  “Hey, sweetheart,” I said. “Could you do me a favor?”

  “Anything, doll.”

  “Leave Heather Myles alone. She’s a nice kid, just a struggling screenwriter trying to make it.”

  She smiled. “I’ll leave her alone if you will, darling.”

  It took every ounce of strength I had to nod. “Of course. I have no interest in her.”

  Driving home from Alicia’s place hadn’t given me any epiphanies about how to get out of my deal with the LA devil.

  That was Jeremy’s problem. I was Jett now. Jett was a superstar. He could get out of anything. So I had to think like Jett.

  Problem was, Jett would do what was best for Jett, and fuck the fallout.

  Jett didn’t fall in love, so Jett never had to worry about fallout.

  Jett was also an illusion.

  Jeremy had fallen in love with Heather Myles, and Jeremy was the one who had to protect his loved ones from Alicia.

  Man, I needed a drink. Neither alcohol nor drugs had ever been huge habits of mine, but right now a stiff bourbon sounded good. Anything to take the edge off.

  Fucking Heather would take the edge off, but that wouldn’t—couldn’t—happen again. Not until I’d figured out how to get out of the bear trap holding me down.

  The only way was to chew my own leg off.

  Chew my own leg off…

  I walked up the stairs to my bedroom, my mind churning. There had to be a way to get my leg out of the trap, to chew it off without taking others down. I’d happily live without a metaphorical leg to be free from Alicia and her manipulation.

  I opened the door, walked in to the sitting area, pulled the band out of my hair, and then—

  I jerked my head toward my bed.

  It hadn’t been my imagination.

  Auburn tresses were splayed out on my sheets.

  Auburn tresses I’d last seen a few hours earlier in the restaurant with Alicia. They’d been in a ponytail then.

  Auburn tresses I’d recognize anywhere.

  I ran toward the bed. “Heath—”

  A head of ebony hair poked upward.

  Janet.

  In my bed.

  Not so surprising. I’d found her there countless times before.

  But not with Heather.

  Heather wasn’t a groupie. Heather was better than this.

  What the fuck?

  “Hey, babe,” Janet said, her voice low and husky. “We thought you’d never get here.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Heather

  I jerked my head over my shoulder.

  Jett. His hair was wild in disarray, and his hazel eyes burned.

  The core of my body
warmed and shot tingles through the rest of me. Yes, the man was a supreme douchebag, but somehow, even though I knew this, I still wanted him.

  God help me, I still loved him.

  I was an intelligent person, an educated person, a person who believed in being the best I could be. Why the hell couldn’t I see past Jett’s charisma?

  I’d fallen in love with a fantasy. After he’d told me about his music education and his love of opera, I’d created the Jett I wanted him to be in my mind. I’d fallen in love with that creation.

  Simple enough. What I loved didn’t exist.

  But I could still have one more time with his miraculous body, even if I had to screw a girl to get it.

  It had been several seconds since Janet had spoken, yet Jett said nothing. He just stared at me, looking like a black wolf in the wild.

  “Looks like he needs a little incentive,” Janet said flirtatiously. “Spread those long legs, babe. I can’t wait to taste the treats between them.”

  This was really happening. A girl was going to go down on me. Not just any girl, but a gorgeous one with a foot-long tongue.

  Janet had wanted to get busy before Jett got there, but I’d begged off. “It’ll be better if we save it.” Yeah, right. I was just too afraid to get started. Truly, this wasn’t my thing, and now I had a woman between my legs, her tongue slithering up the slit of my pussy.

  And God, it felt fucking good.

  She licked my clit, flicking the point of her tongue over it, and my nipples hardened. Then she swirled down through my folds and shoved that long tongue into my wet heat.

  Fuck! I grasped at the bed linens, wanting to grind into her face but stopping myself. I still wasn’t sure I should be doing this. I was holding back.

  But why?

  It felt good, so why not go with it?

  So I let my fingers wander over my breasts to my turgid nipples, and I squeezed.

  God!

  Jett’s gaze intensified.

  Had I said that out loud?

  Yes, I must have.

  Janet was right about being able to suck my pussy like a champ, but still…

  She wasn’t as good as Jett had been.

  I forced that thought from my mind and concentrated on pleasuring my aching nipples.

  “You like it, babe?” Janet said between my thighs, her full lips glistening. “I suck your pussy nice, right? Didn’t I tell you?”

  All I could do was moan and twist my nipples harder.

  She had me on the edge of an orgasm, but I didn’t feel right about it. So I held back and just enjoyed the sensation of her sucking between my legs, my own fingers pleasuring my hard nubs.

  Until Jett finally reanimated.

  He moved quickly to where Janet was lying and rolled her over.

  “Sorry, Jan. That pussy’s mine.”

  And then…heaven. His tongue wasn’t as long as Janet’s, but it was rougher and wider. And as soon as it touched my clit, I burst into orgasm.

  “Yeah, baby. You come for me.” He forced two fingers into my channel. “You come for me. Only me.”

  Janet slid up the bed and took over pleasuring one of my nipples. She clamped her full, dark lips around one and sucked hard.

  Damn, that felt good.

  But all I could do was watch Jett’s wild mane as he worked my pussy.

  “You’re not done coming,” he said. “I want another orgasm, Heather. And then I want another. I want you to come so fast and hard that you can’t take any more. And when you finally get to that point, I’m going to make you come once more.”

  Warmth spread through me as fire ignited in my veins.

  Janet let my nipple drop. “You like how he eats your pussy, babe?”

  “God, yes,” I moaned.

  “You’re pink all over, babe,” she said. “You’re so hot. And you have great breasts. Mmm.” She took my other nipple between her lips.

  Jett continued to work my flesh, and then he lifted my hips and slid his tongue over my asshole.

  So forbidden, yet so perfect.

  He continued to move two fingers in and out of my pussy, and then—

  “Ah!”

  He breached my tight rim.

  “Easy, baby. I told you, you’re not done coming.” And his lips clamped back down on my clit.

  “Feels good in the ass, doesn’t it?” Janet said.

  Then her mouth came down on mine.

  Her lips were soft, softer than any man’s, and her long tongue swept into my mouth, velvety and smooth.

  Again, it was nothing like kissing Jett, but while he had his mouth and hands tied up with my pussy, being able to enjoy a kiss was a sweet extra I found myself liking.

  I loved kissing. I loved the feeling of tongues and lips sliding together. I loved tasting the mouth of another person. Janet tasted sweet, like a fruity mint. My tongue met hers, and the kiss went deeper.

  I groaned into her mouth as Jett pulled another orgasm out of me, and then another.

  I was so sated, so purely in the moment. Getting to kiss while a tongue and two hands pleasured my pussy.

  Heaven. Pure bliss.

  Until Janet broke our kiss.

  “Mmm, I’m so horny, babe. So wet. I’m going to sit on your face.”

  I opened my mouth to say no, but Jett forced another climax from my weary body. I cried out, and before I knew it, I had a face full of Janet’s pussy.

  She didn’t set her weight onto me, just squatted over my mouth.

  She was letting me go at my pace. It was up to me to begin.

  Again, I thought of refusing, but Jett pulled one last explosive climax from me, and my tongue, as if of its own volition, shot out and touched Janet’s dark pussy lips.

  It was soft beneath my tongue, with a tang of citrus and sex.

  “Don’t be afraid, babe. Just do what feels nice.” Janet said above me.

  Nerves jittered through me. I tried tonguing her again, but this time fear got to me. I wasn’t ready for this. Didn’t want to do this.

  Whether he sensed it, I didn’t know, but Jett came to my rescue.

  “I want to kiss her sweet mouth, Jan.” He lifted Janet off my face and replaced her with his firm full lips laced with my own flavor.

  And in that moment, I knew I had made the right decision to come back to Jett’s bed. I had needed to experience his kiss one more time, feel his lips sliding against my own, his tongue swirling inside my mouth. I had enjoyed kissing Janet. I had enjoyed kissing many other men in the past. But Jett…

  No kisses compared to his.

  If he’d truly rigged a bomb threat just to have me, well, then, I’d let him have me. And I’d get to have him at the same time. Win-win situation.

  I wasn’t sure what Janet was doing. Jett was on top of me and still fully clothed. She couldn’t get to his cock. She couldn’t get anywhere on me either, because Jett was covering me. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment. I didn’t care where Janet was. All thoughts flew from my head and only pure emotion remained. I was kissing the man I loved. No, he didn’t love me, but that was okay.

  Right now, everything was perfect.

  Fragmented images flooded my mind, releasing me from all cognitive thought. Abstract red, pink—the colors of love—swirling in images of hearts and clouds. My nipples were hard, poking into Jett’s still-clothed chest.

  Yet still we kissed, and though my nipples and my pussy craved his touch, I didn’t want to stop the embrace. If it was to be the last time I kissed him, I wanted to draw it out as long as I could.

  But too soon, he broke the kiss. I whimpered with loss when he pulled his mouth from mine. He gazed at me for a moment, his brown-green eyes dark with smoke and fire. Time seemed to stop as we looked at each other, making love to each other through our vision.

  But then he turned his head.

  “Jan, sweetheart, why don’t you have Lars drive you home? I want to be alone with my girl.”

  My girl. The words flowed over me li
ke warm chocolate syrup. My girl.

  Of course it meant nothing, but while I was here—in his bed, in his arms—I could pretend it meant something not just to me, but to him. As if he really meant those words that broke forth from his throat in his deep husky voice.

  My girl.

  My pussy gushed fresh juice, aching for his hard cock.

  Had Janet answered him? I didn’t know. I lost all sense of time in the present when he uttered those words. My girl.

  If only this could last forever. If only…

  Jett turned back toward me, gazing down at me again, intensity in his eyes. He opened his mouth but didn’t say anything. Only his tongue emerged, and I let my own out to meet his. They touched softly—only our tongues, no lips—tasting each other. Feeling our tongues swirl together tightened my nipples even more. It was beautiful. Hot and beautiful.

  Then I closed my eyes and surrendered to the moment.

  Our tongues tangled together for a few minutes more, and then Jett closed the gap and our lips touched for a deep, long kiss. It was a frantic kiss, the kiss of two souls who had longed for each other.

  At least that’s how it felt to me.

  I would go with my fantasy for now. I would enjoy the hell out of this last encounter with Jett. I would make it count. If I never had another encounter that equaled it, that would be okay, because I’d had this one.

  His hard cock pressed against my belly and pubic bone. It was still encased in his jeans, and I longed for it to be set free. He was still clothed on top of me, and I was naked. Being naked with him didn’t bother me, but I desperately wanted him naked too, to feel his skin against mine, let our warmth mingle together.

  He groaned, vibrating into my mouth and throat. I answered with a soft moan of my own, our lips still sliding against each other’s, our tongues still dueling.

  God, this kiss. This unending kiss…

  But then…it ended.

  His blazing eyes gazed into mine. “Turn over, baby. Get on your hands and knees.”

  Disobeying him never occurred to me. I turned quickly, even though I longed not to lose the eye contact. My nipples were aching for his touch, but obviously he had other plans.