DIRTY ROCKER: A Rock Star Romance

by SC Daiko

  “Pierce,” she rasped.

  I grabbed her bum and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around my waist. Her hands tore at my hair and I crashed my mouth down on hers again. I toed off my shoes, carried her over to the bed, and laid her down.

  “Gonna be your dirty rocker tonight, baby,” I growled. “Gonna make you come so hard you’ll scream my name.”

  She tugged at the chains and amulets around my neck, her eyes glinting with lust. She inhaled a deep breath and a smile curled her lips. “You smell amazing. Please, I want you inside me…”

  “Are you sure, sweetheart?” I had to ask.

  “Can we try?” She gazed into my eyes, and I saw the hope in her amber irises.

  I wriggled out of my leather trousers, shrugged off my filthy t-shirt and chains…only keeping on the one she’d given me. I’d gone commando, and my cock was ready for her, pulsing against my pelvis. But I had to make sure she was ready for me. This would be a big moment for her. Pivotal, even. I didn’t want to fuck it up.

  I smoothed her tresses back from her forehead, then raised myself over her. Her lips parted on a soft moan as I took possession of her mouth again. I kissed down the side of her neck to her tits and sucked on a pebbled nipple, licking and biting until she whimpered and writhed beneath me.

  I reached down and pulled off her knickers. Cupping her with my hand, I slid my index finger inside. “You’re so wet, baby.”

  “More,” she begged. “I want more…”

  I added my middle digit, and she squirmed. “You’re doing great, love.”

  “One more,” she panted. “I want it.”

  I did as she asked, sliding my ring finger next to the other two. She was so fucking tight, and I massaged her walls until her muscle began to loosen.

  “I want your cock, Pierce. Please…”

  “Sure?”

  “Sure.”

  With a grunt, I reached for a condom from the bedside table drawer, tore the foil open with my teeth, and rolled it on.

  I rubbed my length up and down her seam. “Look into my eyes, baby. I won’t hurt you. I’ll go just as far as you can take.” Keeping my gaze fixed on hers, I raised myself on my arms and inched my way into her. “Tell me to stop if it’s too painful…”

  The pressure on my cock was intense, and she’d screwed up her eyes in agony. But she wouldn’t tell me to pull out. I had to take the initiative. So, I slowly withdrew and slid down her body until my face was buried between her legs.

  Her hips jerked as I sucked her clit into my mouth. She threaded her fingers into my hair and tugged. “I so wanted you to come inside me…”

  “Soon, baby. Soon,” I spoke into her pussy. Then I fucked her with my tongue, pressing my nose against her clit as I went deep, deep, deep.

  “Ahh.” She rubbed herself against me, humping my face as I dry humped the mattress to the same rhythm. With a squeal, she exploded in my mouth, “Pierce!”

  I kept on thrusting with my tongue until she was spent, until her tremors and after-shocks had subsided.

  “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” I flopped back on the bed and fisted my cock, tearing off the condom and flinging it onto the floor.

  In a beat, she brought her head down and sucked me into her mouth.

  “I love you,” I bellowed, shooting my load into her throat.

  She lifted her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “I love you too, honey.”

  We lay with our arms around each other, kissing, breathing each other in.

  “My dirty rocker.” She kissed my pecs.

  “Maybe I should go take a shower?”

  “Later.” She captured me with her eyes. “Axel and Phoenix will make great parents…”

  The sudden change in subject threw me, but I responded, “Yeah…”

  “Do you like kids?” she asked out of the blue.

  I chewed the inside of my cheek, thinking about my nephews, George and Archie, Bethany’s twins. Despite her difficulties, they’d been the best thing that had happened to her.

  “I like my sister’s boys.” I went on to tell Hayley a little about them, how I was paying for them to get a good education and supporting my big sis so they wouldn’t end up running around with a gang like I’d done.

  Hayley tucked her head under my chin. “I think you’d make a great dad…”

  Now, I understood where this was going. I pressed a kiss to her ear. “And I think you’d make a great mum. You do want kids, I presume?”

  She leaned away from me and creased her brow. “I’d love to, but…” She shook her head. “If you can never come inside me, how will that be possible?”

  “Why do you think I wear condoms? Sperm are sneaky little buggers. They only have one goal and they could get there through your wetness.” I looked her in the eye. “Tonight you took a huge step. I could have gone further, but I didn’t wanna hurt you. Next time will be easier and the time after that easier still…”

  “I shared with Camila about my condition. She thinks I should get hypnotized to try and remember if something happened that caused my phobia.” She gave a shiver. “I’m terrified it was something horrible.”

  I wrapped my arms around her, so wanting to protect her the need burned through me. “Don’t be scared, love. If anything went down, it was in the past. And, I swear to you, I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again. You have my word.”

  She nuzzled my chest, and I kissed the top of her head. If some bastard had fucked Hayley up, she should go after him. But that would be her decision, and hers alone.

  I gritted my teeth.

  If it were up to me, I wouldn’t even think twice about cutting off his balls and throwing them to the coyotes.

  Chapter 25

  Hayley

  I’d just woken up in paradise…no other word could describe it. I stared through the floor to ceiling window, past swaying palm trees. The pristine white beach sand shone in the morning light, and the turquoise waters of the protected reef beyond sparkled like a sea of jewels. I felt Pierce’s warm body, stretched out next to mine. He was still sleeping…it had been a long day yesterday and he was tired. I reached over and brushed wavy hair from his forehead. Not only was he exhausted from the tour, but also from constantly looking out for Ramos. I only hoped that here in this remote spot he’d be able to chill and unwind.

  My stomach felt heavy as I thought back to how vigilant he’d been when we’d left the hotel early yesterday afternoon to drive to Manila Airport, looking around and never letting me out of his sight. Jake had chartered a plane to fly us to an airfield on a larger island than this, and then a fleet of speedboats had brought us here. Pierce had been on edge the entire time. It was only when we were safely on the boats, driven by the resort’s employees, that he’d started to relax.

  With care, so as not to wake him, I eased myself from under the cotton sheet. I went to stand by the window and gazed out at the view. When we’d been speeding across the ocean, from a distance, the narrow wooden pier and thatched-roof cottages dotting the shoreline had made me think we were heading for a fishing village. It was only when Bryan, the manager, had shown us around, that I’d realized whoever had designed the resort had been a genius. The interiors of the villas and cottages were tastefully decorated with local materials, but, at the same time, totally luxurious. Pierce and I had picked our cottage, preferring to be closer to the ocean than staying near the jungle. A feeling of lightness spread through me…we’d definitely made the right choice.

  I made my way to the marble bathroom. Last night, we’d placed an order for breakfast to be served on the front veranda, and I wanted to be ready to receive it.

  “Baby, where are you?” I heard Pierce call out.

  “Right here, honey. Won’t be a minute.” I wrapped a sarong around myself and returned to the bedroom. “You gotta stop stressing,” I told him. “We’re safe on this island.” I sat next to him on the mattress and smoothed his brow.

  He reached for m
y hand. “My brain tells me there’s no way Ramos could know where I’ve gone. But my instincts keep telling me otherwise…”

  “You should listen to your brain.” I squeezed his fingers.

  “I’ll try.” A smile flickered at the edge of his mouth. “I don’t wanna spoil your vacation by being a party pooper.”

  I brushed a kiss to his stubbled cheek. “This is your vacation and I want you to chill and have fun.”

  He pulled me into his arms, and I buried my face in his chest. His morning wood pressed into my belly. Only six weeks ago I’d freak out whenever I’d felt his hardness. Now I’d give anything for him to be completely inside me. I needed it, but he needed it too. I only hoped it would happen soon…

  “Sir? Madam?” A voice came from outside. “I’ve brought your breakfast.”

  Pierce muttered under his breath, “Great timing…”

  “Yeah,” I snickered. “But we have time. We’re on vacation, remember?”

  After we’d enjoyed the succulent tropical fruit that we’d ordered…papaya, mango, and pineapple, had munched on delicious pastries, and had sipped our coffee at leisure, Pierce suggested a swim. We found masks, snorkels, and flippers in a cupboard, before changing into our suits. The day had turned hot already, and we kept our sandals on until we’d arrived at the edge of the lagoon…the sand was scorching. We wriggled our toes into the flippers, then waded into the tepid sea. There was no sign of the other members of our group. “It’s like we have the island to ourselves,” I enthused.

  Pierce took my hand, and, once the water reached his waist—which was boob height for me—he let go and pulled his mask down over his face. “Stick close to me, babe,” he said before biting down on his mouthpiece. He dove, and, anticipation rushing through me, I put on my own mask and snorkel to follow him.

  Brightly colored fish immediately surrounded us. They seemed to have no fear and we swam among them as they flowed like rivers over the meadows of beautiful coral below. I could have stayed out here for ages, but, without warning, a silver-gray shape appeared in my periphery. I stared at its broad, round snout and large eyes. My heart nearly pounded out of my chest. Oh. My. God. A shark!!!

  I jerked my head up to the surface, ready to scream for help, but Pierce grabbed hold of me. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Only a reef shark. They don’t attack humans.”

  “I’ve seen all the Jaws movies. I don’t trust it. Let’s go back to the beach, please.” My words came out in a rush as I tried to catch my breath.

  Pierce took my hand again, and we kicked like fury in the direction of the shore. There were people there, and, as we got closer, we could see that they were Axel and Phoenix.

  I felt a tad silly explaining why we’d headed back so fast, but Phoenix said she didn’t blame me…she’d have done the same.

  “The guys are going parasailing,” Axel said, running a hand through his tousled hair. “They wanted to know if you’d like to join them.”

  Being towed behind a boat attached to a parachute wasn’t my idea of fun, and I said so. But Pierce was up for it, and I was glad of that.

  We toed on our sandals and ambled toward the lodge, a central gathering place filled with supersized cream-colored sofas and an octagonal dining room with a massive round table…around which we’d all sat for dinner last night.

  Jake was waiting for us on the pathway. He took Pierce to meet up with the others on the wooden pier, while Phoenix and I lounged under a ceiling fan, listening to Axel noodle on his guitar, bodyguard Mike on duty at the far end of the room.

  Axel stretched his long legs in front of him, picked up a notebook from the coffee table, and glanced at it.

  “Are you working on something for the next album?” I asked.

  He nodded, and I so wanted to tell him about the song Pierce had written. It had broken my heart and mended it at the same time. I pressed my lips together. Pierce’s music deserved to be out in the world…

  I leaned toward Axel. “You should ask Pierce if he’s been writing.”

  Axel stared at me, his dark brown eyes appearing to evaluate what I’d just said. “He’s been writing?”

  “I can’t say.” I’d already said too much.

  “If he has, it’s thanks to you, Hayley. He’s like another person with you around.”

  “He sure is,” Phoenix added. “Have you set a date for the wedding yet?”

  I shook my head. “We need to find a venue first, I think. Some have to be booked years in advance…”

  “Well, I hope it won’t be that long.” Her mouth crinkled into a smile, and she rubbed her palms down her shorts. “It’s kinda warm in here. Let’s go out onto the decking and watch what’s going on.”

  We did as she suggested. Pierce, Joe, Zach, and Rhys were in one high powered speedboat. Jake, Liam, Ethan, and Violet in the other. They took it in turns to be pulled into the air. I remembered Axel was scared of heights and proposed he try waterskiing instead.

  “Yeah. Could do.” He shrugged. “But what I’d really like is to scuba dive. So I’ve booked a session this afternoon with an instructor.”

  “This place is amazing,” Phoenix sighed. “We can do anything we want. All we have to do is ask.” She cupped her hands around her pregnant belly. “But I won’t be doing anything too energetic.” She winked at Axel. “Except maybe in bed…”

  I snickered at her candor and gazed out across the reef toward the small uninhabited islands on the distant horizon. Pierce and I would also get energetic in our bed, later, I had no doubt. Would he finally be able to penetrate me fully? I hoped so with all of my heart.

  We ate lunch in the dining room with the others—freshly caught fish, grilled on a barbeque—then spent the afternoon chilling in the hammocks on our veranda. A sea breeze stirred the fronds of the palm trees and cooled our heated bodies. Pierce fell asleep while I devoured a steamy romance on my e-book reader. I glanced over at him, aching to climb into his hammock and press myself against him. But I resisted the urge...he was letting himself relax at last.

  He woke after a good hour’s rest. We decided to go for a stroll along the edge of the shore and got back to our cottage just as the setting sun was pinking the sky. We’d opted to have dinner here the two of us. Axel and Phoenix, Violet and Ethan were doing likewise, leaving the single dudes to get hammered and play video games in the lodge.

  Pierce and I took our seats at the table on the porch as a smiling server arrived with a seafood salad and more tropical fruit. All through the meal I was acutely aware of my rock god, of his wavy hair slicked back from his handsome face, of his deep blue eyes burning into me, and of the gorgeous tats on his powerful shoulders. He peeled a mango and offered me a slice. I sucked it off his fingers, the sweetness dribbling down my chin.

  He leaned across and licked my mouth, licked the juices from my face. “You taste wonderful,” he groaned. He brought his mouth down on mine. Our kiss was gentle at first, filled with all the love we felt for each other. Then, with a growl, he kissed me dirty…biting, sucking, his tongue chasing mine.

  My heart pounded against my ribs and a heavy wetness spread between my thighs. “Please…” I rasped.

  “Please, what?” He cocked a smirk.

  “Please, make love to me…”

  Without a word, he got to his feet, came around to my side of the table, and lifted me in his arms. We weren’t wearing many clothes…I just wore cut-off shorts and a bikini top. He was bare chested and had gone commando under his shorts…I saw when he pulled them off. He spread me on the bed and didn’t take long to get me naked.

  “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He crawled up my body and kissed my lips, moved his mouth to my breasts and sucked on a nipple, applying pressure with his teeth and tongue. He teased, sucked, and bit first one then the other, at the same time sliding his hand downward to trace my seam. Still paying attention to my breasts with his mouth, he dipped his fingers into my wetness and spread it to circle my clit in electrifying swirls. Breathing heavi
ly, he kissed his way down my stomach to arrive at my pussy.

  “Please,” I whimpered, my fingers running through his long dark tresses as he licked my folds.

  He reached for the condom on the nightstand, and I shook my head. He pulled back and captured me with his gaze. “I thought you wanted me inside you?” He rubbed his thumb along my jawline. “Tell me if you don’t want it.”

  I stared at the condom. “I…I thought as we both want kids, and we’re getting married soon, it wouldn’t matter if I got pregnant.” My eyes drifted back to his, and my heart soared when I caught the warmth in his expression.

  “God, how I love you.” He tossed the condom on the floor. “Might not happen the first time, anyway.” He grinned wolfishly. “But we can keep trying…”

  “I love you so much,” I breathed. “Please, fuck me. Fuck me deep. Then come inside me so I know that I’m yours.”

  “You are mine, baby.”

  “I want this. Please,” I begged again.

  His gaze smoldered as he started to ease into me. I tensed…I couldn’t help it. He kissed my mouth. “Relax, sweetheart.”

  I took a slow breath, released it, and took another. I felt him get half-way inside, and I steeled myself to endure agony, but it wasn’t anything like as bad as I’d expected. He penetrated me little by little, kissing me in between each forward push. It hurt, but it was a different kind of hurt than our previous attempts. My muscle had never been so relaxed as it stretched to accommodate his thickness, and I felt a pleasurable ache which gradually morphed into something else entirely.

  “Blue bird sings and the white dove flies, when I know you are nearby,” he sang the words of his song in my ear and I softened for him even more.

  I clutched his shoulders, whimpering softly and cradling him, my body moving with the same rhythm as his…until any vestige of discomfort was replaced by the incredibly erotic, delicious feeling of having him fill me. Rolling my hips, I purred into his ear as he drove faster into me, bracing himself on his hands.