RockMyWorld

by Lex Valentine

  “Oh, you have no idea, Sin-ful,” she groaned pleasurably, rubbing her face against his chest and smiling.

  “How about we get out of the shower and try out the bed this time?”

  Her eyes popped open and she raised her head. “Again? So soon?” she breathed, excited at the prospect of just banging away again.

  His rich laugh echoed in the huge marble-tiled bathroom. “Well, by the time I dispose of this condom, dry me, dry you and find more condoms…I think I’ll be ready. Besides, you seem like the kind of woman who can handle a challenge like that.”

  Gia blinked at him. “If I’d ever been presented with it before, I’d know whether I could or not,” she admitted.

  Sin’s eyes narrowed. He pulled her up and carefully lifted her off his softened cock. Then he stood, keeping her within the circle of his arms.

  “I don’t do one-offs, Gia.”

  She gazed up at him, fiercely glad he’d broached the subject although it freaked her the hell out to discuss such a thing with him. “Me either. At least, not anymore.”

  He nodded decisively. “Good. I want you and you want me and this isn’t over in the morning.”

  Fear washed over Gia. She’d never done the relationship thing, but since she’d stopped doing one-night stands, she had no other choices. Now, faced with the prospect of a relationship with Sinclair Carstens, panic set in. Holy fuck, what had she gotten herself into?

  But as she gazed into his eyes, the remnants of passion still lingering in the irises, Gia felt her panic subside. Her life hadn’t held much permanence outside of her music. For once, a man she wanted, a man whom she felt a connection with on more than a physical level, wanted something more from her too. Sin had intelligence, looks, a great sense of humor and an amazing talent. Gia didn’t think she could pass up the opportunity to wake up with him tomorrow…a lot of tomorrows. Already, she had the sense that they fit together only too well. Something that rare deserved a chance to grow, and after the barrenness of the last three years of her life, Gia was more than ready to take a chance on Sin.

  * * * * *

  Sin felt like the king of the world. Euphoric yet filled with dread at the issues that might crop up—from their age difference to their careers, to where exactly their budding relationship was headed. Uneasy lies the head of the king, he thought dryly, paraphrasing Shakespeare.

  He’d dried them both and carried Gia into the bedroom, leaving her on the king-size bed while he hunted for condoms. He hit the mother lode in one of the nightstands. Two small boxes, two different sizes. Enough condoms to get them through until morning.

  Stretched out on the soft sheets of the big bed with Gia curled against him, Sin had to admit the shower sex had been explosive. Not since his teens had he really allowed himself to think about what it would be like if he had sex with Gia. Once he knew he’d be on the road with Firewire, he’d spent all his time trying to figure out how to get two minutes alone with her.

  Now, lying in bed with her, his body still zinging from the mind-blowing orgasm he’d had, Sin wanted to pinch himself. Of course no self-respecting, up-and-coming rock star would do such a thing. So instead he contented himself with grinning like a fool. He rested his chin on top of Gia’s head so she couldn’t see the shit-eating grin. If she had, he would have told her the truth anyway. She’d made him feel like he owned the planet.

  Smooth limbs entwined with his and he suppressed a shiver. Gia stretched like a satisfied cat, undulating her lush body against his. Sin rubbed her naked hip, tracing the tribal flame. She might have been a little leaner in her youth, but he couldn’t care less. He loved her body. Her curves were sexy and drove him insane with lust. Besides, she wasn’t old. Just older than him. And the age difference meant nothing to him, or his cock, which had decided to sit up and take notice of Gia’s sexy movements.

  “You weren’t kidding.”

  Her husky, amused murmur broke into his lascivious thoughts. Sin pulled her onto his body so he could see her face. And feel her rubbing directly on his cock.

  “About?”

  Gia laughed softly and humped his erection harder. Sin groaned. Jeezus God, she turned him on!

  “Being ready to go again right away. What’s it been? Ten minutes? Twenty?”

  She straddled his hips and sat up, thrusting her breasts toward him, the nipples hard and flushed dark rose with arousal. Placing her palms flat on his belly she slid them toward his pecs, her body stretching out over his as she rubbed her pussy’s wetness on his cock.

  “Fuck, Gia! That feels fantastic.” Sin sighed with pleasure as her nipples brushed his mouth. He flicked his tongue out, laving one then the other.

  Gia purred and kept stroking him, her breasts bouncing into his face every time she leaned forward. Sin decided to use her own tactics against her. He put his hands on her knees and stroked up her thighs to her hips. Then he slid them around her waist and over the curve of her rib cage to her tits. He cupped the full mounds, pushing them together, his thumbs working the stiff gumdrops of her nipples.

  “Oh, Sin! Your touch feels so good. God, you turn me on so much.” Gia tossed her head, the long, dark curls still heavy and damp from their shower.

  Her lithe form writhing on his body roused his never-far-from-the-surface libido and he had to possess her again. However, this time, he wanted to show her exactly what he meant when he’d told her tonight was for her. Grasping her around the waist, he turned them. Gia fell back on the bed, arms and legs spread wide. Sin took advantage of her position, sprawling over her, his hands caressing her inner thighs.

  “You’re in trouble now, Gia mine,” he growled, licking the inside of her knee. She moaned and he laughed softly. “Here I come…”

  Pushing her thighs farther apart, Sin rubbed his fingers in her slick cream, teasing her swollen labia. Her head thrashed on the pillow. He ignored it and studied her pussy. The petals were wet with arousal, swollen and flushed a deep pink. She was cleanly waxed except for a narrow strip of black fluff just above her clit. He parted her lips with one finger and thrust her hips upward.

  “Damn it, Sin. You’re such a tease,” she complained softly.

  Sin grinned and blew on the swollen bud of her clit. She mewled and he could swear the organ quivered. Swallowing his chuckle, he sucked her labia into his mouth. She tasted sweet and tart at the same time. Spreading her open with his fingers, he licked at her cream, sucked at her flesh and swirled his tongue inside her. Gia writhed beneath his splayed hands, sounds of pleasure falling from her half-open mouth.

  Replacing his tongue with two fingers, Sin looked at her as her hips bucked up to met his thrusts. Flushed with lust, she clutched at the sheets, planting her feet on the mattress and rocking her hips toward his face.

  “Damn you. Suck my clit,” she ground out.

  He didn’t hold back his soft laughter this time as he slowly lowered his face to her wide-open cunt.

  “Ohmygod. You’re so slow, you creep. Lick me, damn it!” Gia demanded. “You’re torturing me!”

  Sin thrust his fingers in her rhythmically and she met each thrust with one of her own. He hooked his fingers upward, grazing her G-spot, and she cried out.

  “Nownownownownow!”

  He planted himself facefirst in her pussy, rubbing her juices all over his face and finally sucking her clit into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the distended flesh and she screamed. Her whole body convulsed as he rubbed her G-spot, sucked and licked her clit. She chanted his name mindlessly as shudders racked her frame. As she began to calm, Sin slid his fingers free of her tight channel and raised his head. He knew her cream coated his face but he didn’t care. He loved the smell and taste of her.

  Panting, she gazed at him with worshipful eyes. Momentary triumph filled him. His gut told him that Gia Santora wasn’t the kind of woman who normally looked at men the way she was looking at him. Heartfelt relief nudged out the triumph.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Gia?” he asked.
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  She whimpered. “Yes. Oh, Sin. Yes, please.”

  Sin grabbed a condom and sat on the edge of the bed. He eyed the full-length mirror near the closet. Getting up, he pulled it closer, positioning it across from the bed.

  “Sin?”

  Gia sounded hesitant. Sin turned to find her sitting up, gazing at him with a frown between her brows. He smiled at her and held out a hand. She scooted over and swung her feet to the floor. Sitting beside her, Sin nudged her thighs apart. Looking in the mirror, he could see the deep pink center of her sex. He pushed his fingers into her as they both watched.

  Gia sucked in a shocked breath. “That’s so hot,” she whispered, her eyes meeting his in the mirror.

  “Isn’t it?” he agreed.

  She moaned and reached over to stroke his cock, fisting the thick shaft. They masturbated each other for long minutes, watching in the mirror until each could barely breathe.

  “How do you want it, babe? I told you, tonight is for you,” Sin said in a low voice, his eyes riveted on the sight of his fingers disappearing into her wet depths.

  “I want to see it in the mirror.”

  Their gazes met in the glass again. Slowly, Sin pulled his fingers from her cunt and placed them in his mouth, sucking them deliberately, his tongue cleaning off every trace of her cream.

  “You taste so sweet, Gia.”

  She shuddered and her fingers tightened around his erection. “I want to taste you, too, Sin, but more than that, right now, I want to fuck you.” She took the condom from him and quickly sheathed him. Letting go of his cock, she stood up. “Help me,” she whispered as she turned her back to him.

  Her heart-shaped ass bumped him in the chest and it was all he could do not to spread her cheeks and lick every part of her. He scooted back a little and she straddled his thighs, sinking down onto his cock with one thrust. As she impaled herself on him, Sin felt the most incredible heat and wetness surround him. He gritted his teeth, holding back his impending orgasm.

  In the mirror, the reflection of their bodies merged until they seemed to be nearly one creature, a mythical being intent on pleasuring itself. Holding Gia by the hips to keep her steady, Sin thrust into her roughly, fucking her hard and fast. Her breasts swung with each raw, rocking motion. Sin wrapped one arm around her waist and reached up to pinch her nipples. She cried out, grinding down on him, her ass pushing into his belly as she took him deep.

  For long minutes they fucked, watching each other in the mirror, their breathing out of control, their bodies intent on pleasure. Sin rubbed her pussy with one hand and Gia whimpered, her breath coming in gasps. Leaning back a little, he looked over her shoulder, the mirror giving new meaning to the reverse cowgirl as he watched his cock pumping into her. Heat shot through his veins and suddenly his orgasm was on him. Rapture ripped through him and his cock swelled within her as it began to pump out his cum. He pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it a little. Gia squeaked, her eyes slamming shut as she went rigid in his hands. They writhed and contorted in orgasm, the tableau in the mirror a hedonistic vision of lust fulfilled.

  They collapsed in a tangled heap on the bed. After long minutes, it was all Sin could do to pull Gia up and settle her against the pillows, dispose of the condom and turn out the lights, curling himself next to her in the big bed.

  “Sin?”

  Gia’s low murmur pulled him back from the edge of sleep. Sin reached out to cuddle her close. She sighed contentedly. He stroked her soft hair and breathed in the scent of Gia and sex.

  “Yeah, baby?”

  She slung an arm over his waist, hugging him close. “I’m glad I don’t do one-nighters anymore.”

  Her words were slurred and whisper soft, but Sin heard them clearly. He pressed a kiss to her temple. “I am too, baby.”

  She fell asleep, draped over his body, and possessiveness filled Sin. Whatever had gone on in her life in the past, it had left her vulnerable. He’d seen it in her eyes and heard it in her voice at different moments of the night. The future frightened her too. He’d sensed that when he mentioned that he didn’t do one-nighters. Her vulnerability made him want to protect her. Her sexiness made him want to possess her. He didn’t have any fear of commitment and his heart had already begun to tell him that he needed to keep the woman in his arms. He didn’t know her that well yet, but his gut instincts told him that she suited him perfectly.

  He drifted to sleep, the warm form of his new lover wrapped around him. Gia’s presence beside him filled him with a deep satisfaction, as if everything he’d ever wanted in life had just been achieved.

  Chapter Three

  Sin couldn’t believe he’d spent the night with Gia Santora. If it weren’t for the fact that her long legs were tangled with his, he would have thought he’d dreamed the whole thing. He stretched, his body enjoying the silken glide of her skin against his as he moved. She slept soundly, her body curled toward him and her hair a wild mass of curls that snaked across the white pillow slip. He stared at her, a smile curving his lips.

  The pleasant ache in his groin reminded him that he’d outdone himself the night before. They’d awakened just before dawn and Gia had ridden him twice to explosive orgasms, reveling in his swift recovery time in between. He’d never come so many times in a single night, and at nearly thirty years old, his body protested being used as if it was a decade younger. Still, he would not have traded the experience for anything in the world. Being with Gia outranked every high point he’d ever had in his life and he didn’t want it to end.

  Now that morning had come, he feared what it would bring. He knew her reputation as being a no-ties, love ’em and leave ’em kind of woman. He didn’t hold it against her, having done his own share of one-night stands, but it wasn’t what he wanted from her. He wanted far, far more. She’d told him that she didn’t do one-nighters anymore and dear God he wanted that to be true. Sexuality radiated from her like a beacon, but underneath it he sensed a vulnerability that called to his heart. No woman had ever engaged every part of him from his dick and his emotions to his intellect and the music in his soul. Being with her filled him with excitement and anticipation. He wanted to bound from the bed and write a symphony to her.

  A soft moan came from the mass of hair on the pillow beside him. A foot slid up his calf. Sin shivered and Gia’s hand emerged from the bedding to push back her curls. Violet eyes gazed at him, wary and somber. Sin’s heart lurched and tenderness replaced his excitement. Seeking to remove the darkness in her expression, he latched on to the only amusing thing he could think of in his groggy state.

  “You called me a creep,” he said softly, smiling at her.

  Her eyes brightened a little and one corner of her mouth lifted. “I did?”

  He cupped a hand over her bare shoulder, stroking her velvet skin. “You did. You said I was teasing you and you called me a creep.” He leaned closer and kissed the shoulder.

  “Oh.” She shuddered, her breasts pressing against the wall of his chest as she arched against him. A wry expression replaced the wary one in her eyes. “I must have been out of my mind with lust. You’re not a creep.”

  Sin licked the skin of her shoulder. “Since it’s my fault you were out of your mind, I guess I’ll forgive you.”

  “Damn right it was your fault, Sin-ful.” Warmth lit her eyes. “Can I tell you something?”

  Heart thudding, Sin gathered her in his arms. “You can tell me anything, Gia.”

  Her breath came out in a long sigh as she melted against him. “I’ve never felt anything like I felt last night. I don’t want it to end,” she whispered.

  Joy streaked through Sin, but a little part of him urged caution. He tightened his arms around her. “Me either.”

  Gia burrowed into his embrace, pressing her face to the hollow of his collarbone, her palms hot on his chest. “Then I guess we need to talk about the future. Are you on our flight?”

  Sin thanked the higher powers that they were. He’d been hopi
ng to get a chance to talk to her while they were stuck in the air together, but fate had plopped her into his lap during the concert and he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

  “Yeah. I think my seat is actually the one behind you,” he chuckled, hoping she didn’t realize how much trouble he’d gone to, to dig up that information.

  “Good,” she said. “You can trade with Fox. I always have to sit with his ass.”

  “What about Wade?” Sin knew Gia’s bodyguard rarely left her side.

  “He likes to sit by the door. He has a thing about not letting anyone enter the first-class cabin once we’re in and seated. Our usual arrangement with the airline is that we get the cabin to ourselves. No other passengers allowed,” she explained.

  “That must cost a pretty penny.” He didn’t really care if it did. He knew the band and the record company could afford it. However, the implications of Wade McKinney’s security measures sent a chill through Sin.

  Gia shrugged and began to explore his nipples with her fingertips. “I don’t know. My accountant pays the credit card bills not me. But it does mean that we usually fly with our supporting act and this time around, that means you.”

  Her husky words held a note of sensuality that had Sin’s body responding like Pavlov’s dog to a dinner bell. When she replaced her tongue with her fingers, he groaned loudly. She sucked and licked his nipple to stiffness and another part of his body began to stiffen as well.

  “Jeez, Gia. You turn me on so damn much. But, babe, I have a feeling we’re gonna be rousted by Wade soon. It’s only four hours until our flight.” Disappointment beat down his growing arousal and Sin wished they had more time because he lusted to taste her again.

  As if thinking about the bodyguard had conjured him, a heavy hand rapped on the bedroom door. “Gia! Sin! Time to rise and shine. Flight leaves in four. Room service is on its way,” Wade called out.

  “Yeah, yeah. We’re up, damn it!” Gia yelled over her shoulder.

  Sin laughed. It was clear from the disgruntled expression on Gia’s beautiful face that she’d rather be in bed with him than on an airplane. She planted her palms on his cheeks and pressed a closed-mouth kiss to his lips. “Morning breath,” she muttered and sat up.