Rock My World

by Lex Valentine

  She chuckled and lay back, stretching her arms over her head and making her breasts rise, her hard nipples prominently on display. Sin pushed her thighs apart and bent to lick her. He swirled his tongue along her slit as he sucked her labia into his mouth.

  “Oh God!” she groaned, feeling her pussy fill with cream.

  Sin parted her folds and his tongue sought her clit. He flicked it, circled it and finally sucked on it lightly, his teeth scraping the swollen bud. Gia convulsed, her orgasm flushing her skin and heating her whole body to the flashover point as she exploded. She tugged at Sin’s hair, needing his mouth on hers, needing to hold him.

  He covered her body with his, every plane and angle pushing into her softness. She touched him, stroking his skin. Every breath she took filled her nostrils with his distinctive scent. Her body reacted to him with a chemical volatility as if she were kindling and he was flame. Which of course they were. He only had to touch her to send fire licking through her veins and straight into her cunt.

  Sin sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and she could taste herself on him, smoky and salty sweet. She shivered and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tight. His cock rubbed against her belly and Gia moaned, pressing herself to him.

  He broke the kiss and pulled back, drawing her with him. He positioned her on her belly and she lifted her head, suddenly finding herself staring at her reflection in the mirror. Sin knelt over her, one hand holding the tube of lube, the other caressing the curve of her buttock. In that moment, she knew what he had planned. Their eyes met in the mirror and her heart picked up its pace as excitement curled through her.

  Sin traced the crease of her ass with his long fingers. “You’ve done this before, right?” he asked softly, his pierced brow arced up questioningly.

  For a split second, Gia remembered the few times she’d tried anal sex. She winced. “Yes. But maybe not with the right guy,” she admitted.

  Leaning over her, Sin placed a trail of hot, damp kisses down her spine. Gia shivered. His touch turned her blood to liquid fire. Her pussy creamed again. Despite the fact that his cock had a lot more girth and length than the last one that had been in her ass, Gia was more than willing to let him try. No one had ever aroused her as he had. If anyone could make her enjoy anal sex, it would be Sin.

  “You’ll like it, baby. I promise.” He nipped her buttock. “Have I let you down on a promise yet?’

  “N-no,” she stammered, beginning to shake with anticipation.

  Sin nudged her onto her knees, her upper body resting on her forearms. He caressed her thighs and hips and the firm globes of her ass. He dipped his fingers into her pussy, spreading her cream up to the sensitive flesh of her anus. Rubbing his finger lightly over the hole, he blew on it and Gia moaned. Only Sin could command her body with something as simple as his breath.

  The mirror reflected their bodies in the low light with a glow around them. Gia watched in fascination as Sin covered her from behind. His head dipped into the curve of her shoulder where it met her neck. He licked and sucked her skin, teasing her with a hand that cupped and squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples and trailed down her torso with tantalizing feathery touches. When he moved his mouth down her spine, his hands stroked her calves and thighs, the delicate back of her knees and the tender skin along her hipbones.

  Gia shook with a level of arousal she’d never experienced until she’d met Sin. Finally, when he had her moaning and shivering uncontrollably, the cool glide of lube-coated fingers stroked over her hot anus. Again and again, he smoothed lube over her until she arched back against him.

  “Push against me, baby,” he murmured and slipped a finger into her.

  Electric jolts went through her. She moaned at the exquisite sensation of his finger pushing inside her tight ass. He slipped a second finger in and Gia thought she would come just from the torture of his slow possession. He worked his fingers in and out, stretching her and driving her mindless with passion.

  His lips touched the nape of her neck at the same time that he pulled his fingers free. Something blunt and hot pressed against her now­-relaxed hole as he gripped her left hip with his wet fingers.

  “Breathe out slowly, baby,” he whispered.

  Gia drew a breath and let it out as Sin requested. She felt the brush of his thighs alongside hers as the pressure increased. Anticipation made her tremble more as the thick crown of his latex-covered cock breached her, sending a flare of pain through her. She breathed through the burn, wanting him badly enough to put up with the overall discomfort. Sin waited for several moments and when she didn’t protest, he pressed onward, pushing the rest of his cock slowly into her tight channel. She breathed lightly, trying not to pant as heat mixed with pain spiraled through her, spreading out from where he impaled her.

  A deep sigh escaped him. “Gia, you’re so tight, so hot. I swear I’m gonna pass out from the pleasure,” he said in a low voice that shook slightly. “Tell me you’re okay, baby.”

  She closed her eyes and tried to balance the searing pain with her slowly returning arousal. “I need a minute,” she whispered.

  Sin made a soothing sound and kissed her beneath the ear as his fingers found her clit. A streak of lust shot through her. The pain began to ease, pushed further from her consciousness by the rise of passion as Sin teased her pussy with his long fingers.

  She looked at their reflection in the mirror. Her eyes stared back, wide and dilated, filled with lust. Sin’s body covered hers as he rained kisses onto her back and shoulders. He stroked his palms over her hips and thighs rhythmically. The reflection mesmerized her. The eroticism, the carnality, held her in thrall as Sin began to thrust into her ass. She could see the flex of his muscles as he carefully fucked her. When he straightened, holding her hips in both hands, she could see the fine sheen of sweat on his chest and shoulders.

  Gia pushed back against his every stroke, tension coiling rapidly within her. The image in front of her turned her on a thousand times more than any porn ever had. Her heart swelled with emotion and lust commanded her body as Sin fucked her ass with possessive strokes of his thick erection. Her breasts swayed with the force of his thrusts and she threw back her head, her long black curls spilling over her shoulders wantonly.

  Sin curved his right arms around her waist, dipping his hand down to her pussy again. The intense friction in her ass had her gasping for air as she spiraled out of control. When his fingers plucked her swollen clit, she cried out. Sensory overload pushed her over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm. She shuddered, her body convulsing, her ass tightening on Sin’s cock. He pushed his fingers deep into her cunt, hooking them toward the front to stroke her G-spot.

  Gia screamed as a second orgasm hit her before the first one had even finished. She shut her eyes shut and fireworks exploded behind her eyelids. Vaguely, she heard Sin’s hoarse shout as his cock jerked in the tight channel of her ass. She shivered uncontrollably, her skin on fire and every nerve ending pushed beyond the limit of her endurance. If he hadn’t been holding her, she would have collapsed in a heap on the mattress.

  After long moments of trying to catch her breath and feeling her heart finally begin to return to a sedate beat, she looked up and met Sin’s gaze in the mirror. His blue eyes blazed with emotion. He dropped another kiss on the back of her neck and slowly pulled his cock free of her. Gia slumped down onto the mattress with a sigh. Her eyes drifted closed. The bed swayed slightly as Sin rose and she heard him pad into the bathroom. When he returned, he spread her thighs and her buttocks and cleaned her gently with a warm cloth. She sighed again, replete and content.

  She heard him go back to the bathroom, but this time when he returned to her side, he lifted her into his arms and cradled her against his chest as he pulled the covers over them both. Gia rubbed her face against his chest and smiled. She’d known that anal sex with Sin would be great. Everything with Sin was great. He’d brought her more happiness than she’d ever thought possible. Bringing him h
ome with her had been the right thing to do. Deciding to have a relationship with him had been the smartest thing she had ever done in her life. Loving him made her happy even while it scared the crap out of her. She knew she just had to travel this road no matter where it took her. For the time being, held safe in Sin’s arms, that road was sheer bliss.

  * * * * *

  Four days later, Gia and Sin had settled into a rhythm together. They kept their late hours, mostly because trying to get back on to a schedule for touring could be difficult. They weren’t strict about it, but mostly they found themselves falling into bed at the same time they had on tour, give or take an hour. They rose in the midmorning hours and shared the bathroom companionably. They argued over the best brands of coffee and the relative merits of green tea. Sin liked eggs and toast for breakfast while Gia tended to go for sweet kid cereals, but she didn’t mind making his eggs.

  India and Wade tried to keep out of their hair as much as possible, but they often ate lunch together, usually outside by the pool. They all walked down the hill to the pier for lunch at a Mexican cafe one afternoon. Wade ordered a bucket of Pacifico beer that arrived in a real metal bucket filled with ice and a half-dozen bottles of the cerveza. Sin watched as the siblings squeezed lime into the long necks of their bottles and clinked them together companionably before marching over to the dartboard. Seeing Gia’s security staff acting more like her friends made him realize that if it weren’t for India and Wade and Firewire, Gia would have no one.

  He’d told her about his mom, his step-dad and half brother. In return, she’d told him about her parents and all the cousins she had but had never seen much of or been close to. Her mother’s ambitions for her had stripped away most of her childhood and she’d never had the opportunity to make friends. She’d reconnected with Heidi on a whim while in her hometown and only because she’d seen her old school friend on the news. Outside the Firewire circle, Gia had no friends or family.

  They spent their afternoons lazing in the sun and swimming. After dinner they played music in the huge room where Gia kept all her instruments. Sometimes they played video games or watched movies on the big flat-panel TV in the living room. They swam naked at midnight in the pool, made love in the hot tub and sauna, and talked about their pasts. The one thing they didn’t talk about was the future.

  However, once they connected on a purely musical level, the future quickly became their focus. Sin had made his name on being a singer-guitarist, despite his natural affinity for the piano. During his time at Gia’s, he discovered that for her, all the years of voice and violin didn’t matter. Her real love was the guitar. He’d once found her at daybreak in her music room, staff paper and pencil at her side, digital recorder going and her fingers flying over the strings of a custom Paul Reed Smith electric guitar.

  Until that moment, although he’d seen her play an acoustic guitar on the tour bus and knew from the afternoon she’d admitted she loved him that she played several instruments, he’d never really thought about how music manifested itself within her. He’d been so used to thinking of her as a singer that despite her confession about her musical background, he just never took that image to the next level. Faced with her virtuoso playing, Sin realized that the woman was a freaking genius. He stood in the doorway unnoticed as she wrote an entire song, humming to herself and playing bits, changing keys, changing her fingering, reworking and recrafting each bit until she looked up and found him standing there in utter fascination.

  She flushed and gathered up the sheets of music she’d written, stashing them in a desk and carefully putting away the Paul Reed Smith. Sin padded over to her, his gaze taking in the fact that she wore only his t-shirt, which left her slender thighs bare. With fingers beneath her chin, he tipped her face up and kissed her leisurely, his open lips teasing hers.

  “Oh, Gia. You never told me you could play like that,” he murmured against her mouth.

  She pressed her hands flat against his bare chest. “You never asked.”

  “You’re wasted at the front of Firewire. You’re better than Fox,” he told her.

  She shook her head. “No. Firewire is the way it’s supposed to be. Besides, who do you think taught Fox to play?”

  Sin took her back to bed, knowing he had no reply. As they curled together under the covers, naked bodies connected from chest to hip, he said, “The muse rides you hard sometimes, doesn’t it?”

  She sighed. “Yeah. But I can’t always indulge it on the road. And honestly, songs don’t come to me as easily out there. I’m not comfortable like I am at home. My muse is a fickle bitch. She flourishes when I’m here and content.”

  He smiled into her hair. They were more alike than he’d thought. As they spent more time together off the road, he knew Gia would see it too. It made him even more sure that they belonged together. Convincing Gia would be his next goal.

  That afternoon, Sin asked India and Wade to come to dinner, dressed formally. He and India put their heads together over the menu and he told Wade what he needed set up in the music room. He coaxed Gia into a beautiful red silk gown and heels and he pulled an elegant black Armani suit out of his bag.

  He escorted Gia down to the dining room, which glowed with golden light and candles. Wade looked very suave in a dark blue suit and his sister cleaned up well in a short flirty cocktail dress and heels. Sin’s lips twitched as he noticed India’s long, elegant legs. Since she normally wore combat boots or Doc Martens with baggy pants or jeans, he’d never noticed that her mannish clothes hid a very attractive woman.

  They ate dinner and drank wine and finally, after a luscious dessert of tiramisu, Sin led them all to the music room. Wade and India sat on the sofa.

  “What’s going on?” Gia asked curiously.

  Sin grinned at her. “We’re gonna play.” He nodded toward where her violin lay on the grand piano. An open laptop beside it displayed the music.

  Gia stared at the bars of music on the computer and her brows rose. “Pachelbel’s Canon in D. How romantic,” she murmured and picked up the violin.

  He sat down at the piano and watched for Gia to signal she was ready. She settled the violin beneath her chin and nodded at him. He began to play, letting the beautiful music wash over him and take hold of his soul. Although they had never played together before, never played that particular piece as a duet, Sin could feel Gia’s response to it. She played with fierce concentration, the music moving through her body.

  Midway through the piece, he pointed at the guitar stand where he’d put his Strat. Gia set her violin down and put on the guitar, instinctively picking up right where she needed to be. The classical music took on another life with the guitar’s plaintive wails in place of the stately grace of the violin. Gia glanced at him and smiled, picking up the pace a little to give the song more spark. Sin’s heart took flight with the music as he watched her fingers move surely over the strings of his guitar. The music in her soul called to him. How else could they play so well together, be so in tune with each other on every fundamental level he could think of if they were not soul mates?

  When they finished, Wade and India gave them a standing ovation. Sin leaned over and kissed Gia, feeling his heart spill over with love. The McKinney siblings left and Sin put away his guitar as Gia put away the violin. She crossed the room to him, the red silk of her dress flowing around her long legs. Desire spiked within him.

  She pressed her body to his and pulled his head down for a scorching kiss. Without breaking their contact, he scooped her into his arms and carried her over to the sofa. He rained hot kisses over her shoulders, pulling down the straps of the dress to expose her breasts.

  “Gia, Gia,” he breathed her name over and over. “I love you.”

  She clutched at his shoulders, arching against him. “I love you too, Sinclair,” she told him, violet eyes blazing with passion.

  He got up and pushed the door shut, turning the lock. When he returned to the sofa, Gia reached for his zipper and took out his
cock. She unbuttoned his shirt and then lifted her silken skirts, exposing her naked pussy. She was just about to sink down on his cock when her eyes went wide and she pulled back.

  “Shit! Condom.”

  Sin blinked at her dazedly. Then he remembered that he’d put a few in his pocket before dinner. He pulled one out and she deftly covered him. She sank down onto him, her skirts billowing out. She locked her hands around his neck as he grasped her hips, trying to slow her frantic thrusts and draw out the pleasure. She rode him hard, her breasts rubbing his chest, her mouth constantly seeking his.

  Throwing her head back, veins standing out on her slender throat, she let out a keening cry as she came, her body convulsing around his. As usual, the sounds and feel of her orgasm set him off and his cock began to spurt into the end of the condom. When Gia collapsed on his chest, he smiled, pleased at how well his little plan to play music with her had paid off.

  They slipped upstairs quickly, their clothes still mussed, unsure whether Wade and India were still in the house. After they undressed and tumbled into bed, Sin pulled Gia close and kissed the top of her head as he spooned her.

  “You know, you could have forgone the condom and I would have been okay with that. I am clean,” he told her in a deceptively casual tone. He weighed his words carefully, wondering how she would reply. Their future together was a clear vision in his head, but he needed to know how she saw them and what she wanted.

  “I’m clean too,” she replied softly, her hand stroking his forearm. “But I’m not on the Pill.”

  Sin drew a breath and decided to tell her the truth of his feelings. “I still would have been okay with that, Gia. I love kids. And I love you.”

  His heart thundered as her fingers slowed to a stop. When she spoke, her voice was small, contained and carefully neutral.

  “I’m too old to have kids.”

  “You’re not. My mother was older than you when she had my little brother, Rich.” He twisted in the bed until he faced her. Staring into her worried eyes he told her, “I want kids, Gia, and I want them with you. I told you I’d have a question for you to answer. Do you want me to ask it now?”