Rock My World

by Lex Valentine

  A swathe of dark cloth hanging from the ceiling partially blocked them from the crew that occasionally walked by. Sin had his hands in her jeans, stroking her wet pussy with his fingertips as he kissed and sucked on the side of her throat.

  “You’re such a vampire,” she said laughingly.

  He nipped the tender skin beneath her jaw. “You love it.”

  She slipped her hands into the back of his unbuttoned jeans so she could cup his ass. “I love what you do to me, Sin-ful,” she whispered against his chest.

  Thrusting three fingers inside her, Sin replied, “I love what you do to me too.”

  Gia slipped her fingertips into the crease of his ass and heard his breath hitch. One of the things she loved most about Sin was how easily she could tell that he wanted her. The quickness and frequency of his erections told the tale boldly, but Gia liked the subtle stuff. The way his eyes lightened to sky-blue when she entered a room. The way his hands always drifted to touch her when they weren’t alone. The way he worried about her when they flew. She liked his always-ready cock, loved how he made love to her, but all the little moments outside the bed thrilled her heart.

  Sin pushed up Gia’s t-shirt, baring her breasts. He latched his mouth on to one stiff nipple and she swallowed the moan that begged to escape whenever he touched her intimately. The loud voices from the other side of the curtain indicated another fight had broken out about the sound. Certainly, she and Sin had gotten a lot further in their game of chicken than they ever had before.

  “Have you ever had sex in public?” she whispered.

  He rubbed his face between her breasts. “A gentleman never kisses and tells.”

  She chuckled at his muffled words. “That must mean you have. Did you get caught?”

  Sin’s thumb circled her clit and she thrust her hips against his hand. He licked the taut tip of one breast and then blew on it. Gia bit her lip to stop from crying out. Already she couldn’t care less about the problems boiling over out near the stage. They paid people to deal with the sound. All she had to do was wait for them to call her. The longer they took, the more likely it appeared that she and Sin would be fucking when they did call.

  “I don’t know. I was too busy getting busy to know if anyone saw.”

  Sin’s laughing reply sent a little chill through her. She’d asked him about sex in public sort of as a joke, because she had a feeling they would be engaging in it at any moment. However, she hadn’t thought about what her reaction would be to the notion of Sin fucking another woman, in public or otherwise.

  Obviously sensing her brief detachment, Sin raised his head, his blue eyes dark and serious. “It happened a long time ago, Gia. In high school. I was just a kid.”

  She smiled and wound her arms around his neck. “It’s okay. Today, the man is gonna try it and see if he can’t manage to stay silent so we don’t get caught.”

  Sin shoved her jeans to her knees and thrust one of his thighs between hers. “I’m not the one who screams with every orgasm,” he murmured in her ear.

  Copying his movements, she pushed his jeans down and his cock sprang free. “Oh, yes you are. You just don’t remember it.”

  Together they fumbled the condom on and then Gia pulled one foot from her jeans as he lifted her. He sank his cock deep into her pussy and they both sighed softly. Gia leaned her forehead on Sin’s.

  “Nothing in this world feels as good as when you’re inside me.”

  He kissed her gently, his eyes bright with emotion. “Everything in this world feels right when I’m inside you.”

  Emotional words of love rose inside her and she wanted to speak them but it was the wrong place and time. Voices grew louder on the other side of the curtain as Sin withdrew and thrust into her again. She held her breath, biting back her sounds of pleasure as the voices faded. The distant argument could still be heard, with more voices chiming in now.

  Sin pressed Gia’s shoulders back against the wall and she hooked her legs around his hips as he began thrusting quickly into her tight channel. Their mouths fused together, swallowing each other’s pants and groans. They fucked furiously, all primal urges and hot, intense stares and touches. Sweat trickled down Gia’s back beneath her t-shirt as she pushed herself against Sin, grinding on him.

  She came suddenly, the pleasure breaking over her, taking her breath away, sending her body rigid within Sin’s arms. Her pussy clutched at his cock and he began to shake. He throbbed within her as he came, hands fisted in her hair, his body pushing her against the concrete of the wall as he kissed her fiercely.

  Gia’s breasts absorbed the vibrations from the thundering of his heart. She felt weak and yet triumphant. Their harsh breathing punctuated the silence of the small area where they stood. Out on the stage, the yelling continued, but Gia ignored it. Everything exciting and fulfilling about her life stood right in front of her. Loosening her legs from around Sin’s hips, her feet hit the floor with a soft thud. They hurried through the straightening of their clothes, snatching quick little kisses in between buttoning and tucking. They couldn’t do anything about the scent of sex that clung to them, but Gia didn’t care and she instinctively knew Sin didn’t either.

  She decided that being in a relationship was way better than how she’d lived her life in the past. The people around them on the tour tended to smile at them and treat them indulgently because they were a cute couple. Gia floated on a cloud of happiness like none she’d ever experienced and she resolutely refused to look at what the future might bring. For now, she could not, would not, look beyond the confines of her affair with Sin. To do so would have frightened her and already she’d spent far too many years running scared. For now, she just wanted to love Sin.

  * * * * *

  After the concert, Wade escorted them to the limo and on to the hotel. When he opened the door to the suite, as he always did, he stopped them.

  “Bad news about tomorrow. The press got wind of our departure time and Larry thought he’d fix everything by putting Sin on another flight.”

  Gia stared at her bodyguard with wide eyes. “You’re kidding, right?”

  Wade shook his head. “Sorry, Gia. I’m not. Larry seems to feel that if the press sees the two of you going to different gates, it will cool the heat. I’ll still come get you at the same time, but when we get to the airport, you’ll be going to different gates and getting on different planes.”

  Panic lit her violet eyes and she stomped her foot angrily. “What the fuck?” she stormed. “Since when does Larry do this shit without consulting me first? He’s our manager not the director of my freaking love life.”

  “Sorry,” Wade said again and shut the door, leaving them alone.

  Gia flew into the bedroom, pulling off her clothes as she went. Sin followed more slowly, trying to process her anger.

  “Gia? Why are you afraid to fly?” he asked as she stepped out of her leather pants.

  She jerked her head around, her eyes wide with pain. “Oh, Sin.”

  Tears spilled down her cheeks and he rushed to gather her in his arms. “Shhh, baby. It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.”

  She sniffled and buried her face against his chest. “My parents died in a plane crash.”

  Her quiet words struck him like bullets. He tightened his grip on her and she wrapped her arms around his waist, clinging to him.

  “I was twenty-eight. On tour halfway around the world. They wanted to meet me in Europe to surprise me. They got on a commuter flight to Denver to catch an international flight to Italy. The commuter plane went down in a freak storm.”

  Her agonized whisper raked him with hot, painful claws. He ached for her. When he pulled back to look at her, he found her crying silently, tears tracking down her cheeks. Sin decided that the best thing to do would be to take care of her. He put her in a shower, washed and dried them both and put her to bed. She curled against him, seemingly unwilling to let go of him even as she fell into exhausted sleep.

  The next day
, their drive to the airport was a carbon copy of every previous one. Except that James and Derek shared the limo with them and Gia sat frozen with fear, her face pinched and ghostly white. When they got out of the car, Wade hustled Gia into the terminal ahead of everyone else. Sin walked with James and Derek, all three of them ignoring the phalanx of press that shouted questions at them. Once inside the empty VIP lounge, Sin took a seat next to Gia and held her hand tightly until the loudspeaker called her flight. She clung to him, kissing him fiercely. After a moment, Wade pried her away.

  “Take care of her,” Sin told the bodyguard.

  Wade nodded and practically carried Gia onto the plane. Sin stood staring after them, filled with worry until his flight was called ten minutes later.

  Sin hated being on a different flight than Gia. He was sitting in his first-class seat fidgeting with his iPod, wondering if Wade had already gotten her drunk enough to fly when his cell phone rang. Cursing himself for forgetting to turn it off, he pulled it out and saw Gia on the caller ID.

  He answered instantly. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

  She sniffled. “I miss you.”

  Her hoarse voice echoed strangely, but he could tell she was either crying or holding back tears. His grip on his phone tightened.

  “I miss you too. Where are you?”

  “Bathroom in first class. They haven’t even boarded the rest of the flight. There’s some sort of delay.”

  Shit. She must be shaking with terror, he thought. Looking around, he could see that his flight wasn’t even close to leaving yet either. He got up and slipped into the bathroom, locking the door and sitting on the toilet.

  “Baby, it’s gonna be okay. Just listen to me.”

  She sniffled again. “Okay, Sin.”

  “I want you to unzip your pants and pull them down,” he said softly.

  “What?”

  Shock curled around her one-word reply. Sin laughed quietly.

  “You heard me, pull those pants down.”

  A rustling noise came through her phone.

  “Okay, they’re down.”

  Sin leaned back and closed his eyes, opening his jeans and lifting his hips enough to pull them down a bit. Once he could reach his cock, he wrapped his fingers around it, pulling it free of the confines of the denim. He was already half-hard from the sound of her voice and what he was about to say to her.

  “Touch your pussy for me, Gia. Slide your fingers over your slit. Tease your folds. Tell me how wet you are,” he whispered.

  She whimpered into the phone. “Oh God, Sin, I ache for you. I’m wet and swollen. I want your cock in me.”

  Sin groaned out load. He fisted his now-throbbing hard-on. He stroked the hot flesh, imagining it was Gia’s softer, smaller hand touching him. The thought of her sitting in a bathroom just like the one he was in, pants around her ankles, knees spread wide while she rubbed her wet pussy with two fingers… He shuddered. The thought drove him mindless with lust.

  “Put your fingers inside, Gia,” he whispered roughly. “Fuck yourself for me.”

  She let out a moan. “Oh, Sin, it feels so good but not nearly as good as your fingers, your cock,” she panted, her breath ragged and short. “Oh God. Just the thought of you watching me, touching me, has me so hot I’m going to come.”

  “Tell me what you’re doing, sweetheart. Let me see you masturbate,” he coaxed as his fingers squeezed his throbbing shaft.

  “The first two fingers of my hand are inside my pussy, thrusting. I’m rubbing my swollen clit with my thumb. I’m imagining it’s your cock and your fingers inside me, touching me, making me shake with the need to come.” Gia’s voice held a guttural tone that told him she was close. Had he been with her, he knew just the right way to touch her clit to send her off.

  The handle of the bathroom door jiggled and Sin froze. He could hear Gia’s harsh breathing in the phone as she neared orgasm. He stroked himself more quickly.

  “Sir? You need to take your seat. We’re about to take off.”

  The disembodied voice of the stewardess from the other side of the door almost pulled Sin from his vision of Gia fingering herself. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the sounds Gia made into the phone. Sounds that made him ache with the need to come inside her.

  “I’m coming,” he told the stewardess and Gia as his balls tightened and pleasure rushed through him.

  “Oh, Sin! I’m coming too!”

  The sounds of Gia’s muffled moans pushed Sin over the edge and his cock throbbed as hot jets of cum spurted from the swollen head. He held the phone with his shoulder and grabbed a fistful of toilet paper to catch the white, sticky fluid. Gia chanted his name in a whisper and he imagined her body convulsing as she thrust her fingers between her thighs. Her voice died away to little sobbing breaths that made him ache to hold her and kiss the lips he knew would be sweet with the taste of satisfied passion.

  The door handle rattled again. “Sir! You must return to your seat now!”

  “Shit!” he muttered to Gia as he scrambled to right his clothes and toss the soiled toilet paper. “Are you okay, baby?”

  She chuckled weakly. “Yeah. I’m better, Sin. I miss you so.”

  He flushed the toilet. “I miss you too. I’ll see you at the airport, okay? Please don’t get drunk. I promise to fuck you as soon as we’re alone if you’re not blitzed.”

  Gia laughed outright. “I promise, Sin. I want you so bad. I can get through anything if I know you’re going to be inside me at the end of it all.”

  “I will, baby.” Sin checked to make sure his clothes were buttoned and not cum-stained then reached for the door, pushing it open. “I will fuck you so hard and so good, you’ll—”

  He broke off as he came face-to-face with a flight attendant, the copilot and Jack. The copilot and Jack grinned widely. The flight attendant looked flushed and annoyed. She rushed away and Sin shrugged apologetically.

  “Sorry, man,” he said to the copilot.

  “Since you came, it’s now time to go, buddy boy,” the older man told him with a laugh as he turned away.

  “Gia, I gotta go. I miss you, babe,” he whispered into the phone.

  “Miss you too,” she replied with a giggle that told him she’d heard everything.

  He turned off the phone and went back to his seat. Jack flopped down next to him and they buckled their seatbelts.

  “You know, I never thought I’d see the day that the self-possessed Sinclair Carstens, the man who swears ‘I’m not rock star material’, would hold up an entire flight so he could have phone sex in the plane’s bathroom.”

  Jack’s tone was low and conversational, but Sin heard the laughter in it. Heat from something other than his orgasm flushed his face. He shot Jack a disgruntled look.

  “I was not having phone sex,” he hissed. “I was helping Gia. You know she’s afraid to fly.”

  Jack burst out laughing. “I know the two of you are like a pair of teenagers, fucking like bunnies at every opportunity. But it’s okay, Sin. I like seeing you happy and Gia seems to be the only one who can make it so.”

  Sin smiled at his assistant gratefully. “It’s true. I am so in love with her, Jack. You’ve no idea,” he said with a sigh.

  “Oh, I think I do. Along with every other occupant of this cabin.” Jack snickered and reached for his iPod, turning away from Sin as the plane taxied to the runway.

  Sin spent the entire flight worried about Gia. He couldn’t concentrate on the paperwork Jack had given him to read. The contracts and memos and other bureaucratic bullshit seemed to be written in gibberish. He stared at it all, but couldn’t make sense out of any of it. Finally, he shoved the papers back at Jack and stared out the window, thinking about Gia.

  He knew he had it bad. So bad that he knew she held the power to break his heart and suck the life right out of him if she ever sent him packing. And she was so skittish about commitment and relationships that he knew the possibility existed. Still, he couldn’t let fear win. He h
ad to be with her for however long she would have him. If he was very lucky, he’d somehow talk her into forever.

  * * * * *

  Sin’s plane got in a half hour ahead of Gia’s. He stood in the VIP lounge watching the planes taxi and take off as he waited. He’d sent Jack on to the hotel with his gear and knew it would all be waiting in their suite when he and Gia arrived.

  He’d noticed that his presence in the airport garnered very little interest compared to the frenzy that had surrounded Firewire earlier. Sure, he’d had to sign a few autographs, and a couple of photographers had snapped his picture as he headed into the lounge, but it was nothing like what he’d experienced that morning. He figured some of Gia’s notoriety had to do with the whole stalker thing.

  Sin thought grimly about the story she’d told him on the tour bus. Three years previously, Mark Reinhardt had sent Gia a string of fan letters that she never saw. Then, a letter turned up in her hotel room. Gia had given it to the band’s manager who hadn’t thought anything of it. At the next city, another letter turned up in her hotel, sending Gia into full-blown panic. Additional security had been hired for her. The police had been called. The record label hired a private investigator. Every precaution had been taken to protect her. Still, on a cold night in San Francisco, Gia had walked into her hotel suite after a gig and Mark Reinhardt had put a knife to her throat.

  He made her play the guitar and sing to him and it was during that impromptu concert that Heidi had walked in. Reinhardt had run away, but hotel security and the police captured him on the premises. The prosecutor and everyone else knew he had intended to rape and probably murder Gia, but there had been no evidence to prove either so he’d never been convicted of the attempt. Sent to federal prison for criminal stalking, he had maintained his innocence despite the fact that he’d broken into Gia’s suite armed with a knife.

  Sin recalled reading the whole story in the newspapers at the time of the trial. Since then, the band had changed the entire way they lived their lives. Sin didn’t mind the fact that Wade followed them everywhere. He liked the guy a lot and he liked the fact that Gia was safe with Wade. He’d discovered that other than the bathroom, she went nowhere alone. And in public, she didn’t even go to the bathroom alone. Although Reinhardt was in prison, there had been copycat threats over the past couple of years, and it was generally felt by Firewire’s management that Gia needed protection. If one crazy thought he could get to her, others might think the same. The possibility of a threat to her life wasn’t something Sin could dismiss when the presence of the people around her reminded him of it on a daily basis.