Let it Burn: Sons of Sinners Part 2 (A Rock Star Romance)

by Grace James

  “You guys have been everywhere,” I said. “What’s your favorite place?”

  “You sound like you’re interviewing us,” Blake teased. “Gonna ask what we like to do to relax next?”

  “I’m just curious. I’ve never even been out of the country.”

  “That’ll all change soon!” Hayley chirruped. “Tour next summer! Woooooo!” We all laughed at her as she flung her hands in the air and cheered. “Amy, it’s gonna be so awesome having you come with us! You have no idea how lonely it is being the only girl on that bus.”

  I glanced at Blake, who shifted in his seat and looked down at our linked hands.

  A sudden feeling of awkwardness descended over the table.

  I hadn’t even known about the tour, let alone thought far enough into my future with Blake to imagine myself going with him. It looked like he was on the same page there – and why that stung a little I had no idea. We’d only been back together a couple of weeks and the tour was apparently over six months away; it was stupid to get hung up on it.

  “Okay, lets reign in the tour talk,” Derren said. “I’m thinking they haven’t discussed it yet.”

  “Then let’s discuss it now!” Hayley exclaimed. She was never super delicate, but alcohol lowered her tact levels to zero.

  “We don’t need to discuss anything yet,” Blake said.

  My eyes darted to him. “We don’t?”

  “No.” He reached over, grabbed me, and pulled me into his lap.

  “Why not?” I asked, feeling anxious that he didn’t even want to talk about it. “How long is the tour? Is it months?”

  Blake’s lips curved into a small grin as his hands shaped my waist. “About six – seven months, yeah.”

  I blinked and started biting on my lip. “That’s a really long time.” My mind was whirring. He’d be gone for over half a year! He was going to get lonely and horny and –

  Blake’s laughter broke my train of thought. “Shit, I forgot how much you worry. I can hear you freaking out in there.” He tapped a finger lightly to my temple. “Relax, Princess, it’s ages away.”

  “And, what? You don’t think you’ll still be together then?!” Hayley piped up from across the table, looking angrily at Blake.

  Derren shot us an apologetic look before he said, “Babe, I’m gonna get you to bed. You’ve entered No Filter Boulevard, and pretty soon you’re gonna be turning onto What the Fuck Did I Just Say Lane.” He stood up, pulling a still-annoyed Hayley with him.

  As Derren started to lead her away, she pointed at her eyes with two fingers, and then back to Blake. “I’m watching you, Maxwell,” she warned. “Don’t make me castrate you in your sleep.”

  Derren shook his head as he put an arm around her shoulders. “Night, guys,” he called to us. “See you back here at ten tomorrow for the food tasting. Something tells me this one’s gonna need all the help she can get.”

  We called “goodnight” after them as they walked away, with Hayley still grumbling, “I’ll neuter him, Derren – I swear I will!”

  “Yeah, yeah, babe. Come on…”

  After they were gone, I waited for Blake to say something about Hayley’s accusation – maybe make it clear that no, he most definitely didn’t think we’d be broken up by the time the tour came around.

  But he just sat silently.

  Annoyed, I picked up my cocktail and knocked back the little bit that remained at the bottom of the glass, before setting it back on the table with a clunk.

  “You want another drink?” Blake asked as he reached up to push a strand of hair behind my ear.

  “Um…no, I’m good, thanks,” I replied, twirling the stem of the glass between my fingers, watching as the lights from the lanterns around us glinted through the crystal.

  “She’s wrong, you know.”

  The glass skidded to a halt on the tablecloth as I turned my head to look at him.

  “Hayley,” he clarified. “I didn’t not mention the tour ‘cause I think we’re gonna break up, I just didn’t wanna put any pressure on you. Figured we’ve got a while before we have to figure out how we’re gonna make it work – whether you wanna come with me or do the whole long-distance thing.” He paused and offered me a small smirk. “The long-distance idea sucks, by the way, but it’s your choice.”

  “Oh,” I murmured, feeling a like a bitch for getting pissed at him before I’d given him a chance to explain. “You’re really sweet when you want to be, you know.”

  “Yeah,” he sighed like he was troubled. “You’re turning me into a pussy.”

  I burst into a laugh. “Annnnnd you just ruined it.”

  He chuckled.

  I leant in and brushed my lips over his. “Take me to bed now?”

  “Fuck yes.”

  61

  Half way to our room, Blake grabbed me around my waist and pressed me against the hallway wall. “Did I tell you how fucking hot you look in this little dress?” he rumbled as he slid his hands up under the fabric and squeezed my ass.

  “No, I think you forgot to mention it,” I replied, skimming my hands over the hard muscles of his arms to rest on his shoulders.

  His eyes were heated as he dropped his head to the crook of my neck and started to kiss me there, his big hands gripping me tight and pulling me against him.

  I held his shoulders tighter as my head fell back against the wall.

  Without warning, he pulled back and took hold of my hand again, dragging me down the hallway.

  “What’s the rush?” I laughed.

  “Wanna be in you,” he said as he pulled the keycard from his jeans and opened our door. He hauled me inside roughly – making me shriek and laugh some more at his apparent desperation – then kicked the door shut behind us before abruptly whirling me around so that my back was to his chest.

  He had me undressed in moments, tugging my dress from my shoulders and letting it drop to the floor before unclasping my bra and letting that fall, too. He dropped to his knees behind me as he slid my panties down my legs, dropping a warm kiss to the small of my back before he stood again and removed his own shirt.

  His hands came to rest on my hips and I felt the gust of his hot breath against the shell of my ear when he ordered, “On your knees, Princess.”

  I looked over my shoulder at him, feigning shock. “Aren’t you going to say ‘please’?”

  “Hell, no.” He hooked an arm around my waist and moved me bodily onto the bed, positioning me on my hands and knees on top of the silk sheets.

  Then he stepped back.

  I turned my head to watch as his eyes roamed hungrily over my body.

  His hands came up slowly to caress the curve of my ass and my lower back before he nudged me forward and climbed up to kneel on the bed behind me…then he started cupping my ass, squeezing me, stroking me, spreading me just a little…

  The whole time, he was looking me over like I was the most fascinating thing in the world.

  I’m not sure if it was the desire in his eyes, or the way he was taking charge, or the anticipation – or maybe a combination of all three – but I was soaking wet.

  Blake’s gaze moved up to meet mine, and his lips curved into a smirk. “Eyes front,” he commanded.

  A thrill shot through me, but I raised my eyebrows at him questioningly, like Who do you think you’re talking to in THAT tone?

  His devilish smirk grew. “Eyes. Front.”

  Although I rolled my eyes playfully, I complied –

  – and as soon as I did, he palmed two handfuls of my backside and spread me wide.

  My startled squeak punctuated the action.

  I looked back over my shoulder and saw Blake looking down, his eyes hooded and ravenous. As I watched he dropped down, his face heading between the cleft of my ass – but before his mouth landed on me I surged forward, almost slipping out of his grasp. “Blake, you can’t!” I cried.

  His fingers dug into my flesh, holding me still as he rose back up a little. His eyes met mine, s
teady and calm. “Hey – hey – easy, Princess,” he said soothingly.

  I stilled in response, but my gasping breath didn’t slow.

  His grip on me relaxed; he rubbed his hands up over my ass to the small of my back and down again slowly, lovingly. When he spoke again, his voice was gentle. “You don’t like it?”

  “I – I don’t know,” I admitted. I was in completely new territory.

  He dropped a kiss to my tail bone. “No one’s ever been here before?”

  “…no…”

  “Everything I’m gonna do to you will feel good, baby, I swear. And if it doesn’t, you just tell me and I stop, okay?”

  I bit my lip, still unsure. It wasn’t that I was worried he wouldn’t listen to me or anything, it was more that I had no clue what to expect.

  When I hesitated, he asked, “You trust me?”

  I nodded immediately.

  “Then let me taste you,” he urged. “Been dreaming about this beautiful ass for so long.” He dropped another kiss to my tailbone…then one a tiny bit lower. “If you say stop, I stop.”

  My curiosity won out. After all, he’d never done a single thing to me I hadn’t loved. I nodded again.

  Another kiss, even lower. “Okay?”

  “Okay,” I repeated.

  “Then eyes front.”

  I turned back to face the headboard at the same instant that the tip of his tongue skimmed over my slick folds and then up, up, up, further than ever before and over my entrance. It was a quick, hot lick, just enough to tease and let me know that, hell yes, I was going to like this.

  He did it again. And again.

  The fourth time, I felt him move his left hand between my legs. One of his fingers skimmed over my clit, just as his tongue swirled around back there. Everything started to tingle and tighten; I pushed back onto him a little before I caught myself.

  I heard the light teasing in his voice when he said, “You want me to stop?”

  Right as I drew breath to answer, he thrust a finger into my sex, stroking right over my g-spot, making me moan loudly. “No…no…keep doing what you’re doing.”

  “You mean this?” His tongue landed between my cheeks again, circling me, tasting and teasing, at the same time as he delved another finger inside of me.

  “Yes! Yes, that.”

  He pumped his fingers in and out slowly, very deliberately, hitting just the right spot over and over. When his tongue pushed forwards, entering me just a little, creating a kind of delicious, sensitive pressure back there, my hands fisted in the sheets and I threw my head back, moaning and writhing in his grasp.

  The air was filled with the wet sound of his tongue and fingers pumping back and forth. I was seconds away from shattering, from coming apart completely for him…I just needed a little more…

  As if he read my mind, Blake moved his right hand around – the one that wasn’t buried inside me – and stroked his fingers over my clit.

  My whole body went on lockdown. My inner muscles tightened almost to the point of pain as I cried out. He kept screwing me with his fingers and tongue, coaxing every last drop of orgasm from me, until my upper body flopped forwards onto the pillows.

  Blake let out a satisfied, “Mmmm,” before giving me one last, long lick.

  “Oh…my God,” I murmured. “That was…wow…”

  I heard him chuckle behind me, and then the jangling sound of his belt buckle being undone. Turning my head to look at him, I saw that he was rearing up behind me and pulling his jeans open, freeing his cock from his black boxer briefs.

  My eyes got wide as I tensed up. I wasn’t sure I was ready for THAT.

  “Easy, baby,” Blake’s voice was low and gruff, his own need bleeding through. “We’re not gonna do that tonight.” He positioned the tip of his cock against my slick lower lips. “I need you too much to go easy on you.” He surged forwards, sinking into me fully in one long stroke, groaning when he bottomed out inside of me.

  I cried out as he stretched me. Immediately, my body was back there. Right on the edge.

  Blake gathered my hair up so that none hung free, it was like a leash curled around his big hand. Then he pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck. His hold tightened on my hair, urging me up, so that my back was curved against his chest.

  His right hand moved back to my clit and he started to rub his fingers over me. “Come for me again before I fuck you hard,” he ordered as his touch became more insistent.

  Reaching behind me to grasp his solid, muscular ass to give myself some leverage, I obeyed and started to move on his cock.

  “Fuck yes, that’s it,” he muttered, and I could feel his erection swelling even more inside of me.

  It didn’t take even a minute before another orgasm rocked through me – but he didn’t give me a chance to recover from that one. While my core was still clenching, he started to power into me. The angle he was pushing inside of me from meant that he was hitting me right on point every time and, instead of easing off, my orgasm just got more intense.

  I felt sweat break out on my skin as I screamed, “OhGodohGodohGod!”

  Blake groaned loudly into my neck, “Fuck, Princess –” his thrusts got shallower and even faster “– you feel so fucking good.” His hand abandoned my throbbing clit and moved around between our bodies – and then I felt him ease a finger into my ass.

  It was like the fourth of July went off behind my closed eyelids.

  I’d never come so hard in my life.

  Blake’s body turned to iron against my back as he roared, his cock jerking powerfully inside me, until we collapsed together in a sweaty tangle.

  After we lay panting for a few minutes, he pulled himself off of me and shucked off the rest of his clothes, then we crawled into bed together, our movements slow and clumsy.

  “You okay?” Blake asked as he flopped down onto his back and pulled me against him.

  “I’m so okay I can’t feel my body,” I slurred.

  He chuckled and took my limp-as-a-noodle left leg, draping it across his hip. I only really had to shift a little to find my nook – where my head rested high on his chest.

  Blake’s hand moved to gently squeeze the globe of my ass. “So, when it comes to this, you’re a virgin?”

  I felt my face flush, knowing where this was going. “Yeah…”

  Another squeeze. “Fuck yes.”

  “Maybe I’m happy to stay that way.”

  “Nah.”

  I laughed. “Nah?”

  “You liked what we just did, didn’t you?”

  “…yeah…”

  “Well, there you go,” he said, as if that concluded everything.

  “We’ll see…”

  “Or we could do the sex tape first – ah! What the fuck?!”

  I looked up at him innocently, like I hadn’t just bitten his nipple.

  “What’s that for?” he asked, a little indignantly.

  “Assuming we’re going to do either one.”

  He broke into a cocky grin. “We will – just not tonight.”

  I laughed again. “You’re such an ass.”

  “Hey, I’ve had years to think about all the things I wanna do to you. My list is fucking long. We gotta get started while we’re still young.”

  “Oh God, it’s that long?”

  “You know it.” Cue wink. “But we’re talking about the list.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Here we go…”

  “What? You love my big cock.”

  Well, I couldn’t really argue with that, so I didn’t try.

  A few minutes later, I had just started to drift off to sleep, soothed by the steady beat of his heart, when the quiet rumble of his voice pulled me back up to full consciousness. “I want you to come with me this weekend.”

  “Hmm? What?”

  “Global Citizen Fest. We’re playing, remember?”

  “Oh, yeah…”

  Blake had mentioned it a few days ago – Global Citizen Festival was the last one that Sons had c
ommitted to that year – but this was the first time he’d actually asked me to go along.

  He kissed my head and then nuzzled into my hair. “Want you with me.”

  And I wanted to go. I mean, who wouldn’t? But I immediately worried about work. I knew I would still be in the middle of fixing all Harvey’s mistakes from this trip by the time the weekend came around. “It’s a little late notice for work,” I said regretfully.

  For several seconds, Blake didn’t say anything. I propped my chin on his chest so I could see his face. Just as I expected, he looked pissed. “It’s just one night, Princess.”

  “I know, and I want to come with you –”

  “So come.”

  “It’s not that simple.”

  “Why not?”

  “I already took today off, and most of tomorrow will be over by the time we get home. I’ll have a ton of stuff to catch up on.”

  “Only ‘cause you have an incompetent boss who can’t wipe his own ass without you there to hand him the toilet paper,” he grumbled.

  Although I didn’t really like the way he’d phrased it, Blake was right about Harvey to a degree. The thing was, I had never really minded before because the Academy was my baby as much as it was Harvey’s. It was only now, when there was something in my life more important, that I was starting to wish Harvey could handle me not being available ALL the time – but I still couldn’t just forget about my commitments.

  “You don’t understand,” I said on a sigh. “It’s more than just a job to me.”

  “You think I don’t understand that? You think what I do is just a job?”

  “No, of course not, but what you do is…bigger. I get that running The Academy probably seems like nothing to you, but –”

  Blake cut me up with a frown, “Hey, I never said it was nothing. It’s fucking awesome.”

  I struggled to believe he meant that, considering all he had achieved in comparison. “Right.”

  “It is,” he persisted. “That was what you always wanted to do, wasn’t it? Run your own venue?”

  I smiled at little. “You remember that?”

  “Already told you I remember everything.” He reached up and gently tucked my hair behind my ear. “Hayley told me about how you marched into Harvey’s office one day and told him he was running the place into the ground. Said you gave a big speech about how you knew business and you knew bands and you could bring it back and make it something special.”