Rock All Night (The Rock Star's Seduction #2)

by Olivia Thorne

  I felt his hands on my skirt, searching for the zipper, and then I heard the zzzzziiiip and felt it fall away. His hands searched out my ass and grabbed my cheeks, kneading them, pressing my hips into him, and I sighed into his mouth and kept stroking him, feeling him contract, tiny little semi-orgasms under my hand that gave me more pre-cum to wet him down with.

  I felt his fingertips at the edges of my underwear, and only then did I let go of his cock.

  “Wait – hold on,” I whispered, and I balanced on one foot and tugged off my boot, then pulled the other off. The entire time his hands were roving over my body, cupping my breasts, grazing my ribs, stroking the curves of my hipbones, tracing the small of my back.

  Then his fingers hooked through my underwear, and I felt them drop to the floor. Then he was pressed up against me, his hot, wet cock sliding against my belly, making me want him SO badly as he pulled me to him and kissed me, his tongue softly parting my lips and searching out every secret part of me as I kissed him back.

  Then, without warning, he bent down and scooped me up into the air, like a groom roughly lifting up his bride.

  Make that his naked bride.

  I shrieked in giddy surprise and hung onto his neck as he walked through the room. By now my eyes were adjusted to the darkness, and I could see the king-size bed. He paused long enough to tear off the duvet and the sheets, and then he softly, lovingly set me down on the clean cotton.

  I lay on my back looking up at him, still standing there by the bedside – a Greek god, with deeply shadowed muscles, a powerful chest, broad shoulders, an exquisite cock standing stiff at attention, and eyes that glinted from the lights through our window.

  I had never been so filled with lust and desire in my entire life.

  “You said you wanted the night we should have had four years ago,” he said, his voice rumbling in the darkness.

  “Yes,” I whispered, my own voice trembling.

  “Do you know what I wanted to do that night? Before I made love to you?”

  Before I made love to you.

  I swallowed, my mouth watering. “No,” I whispered.

  In answer, he knelt on the bed and lowered his body down between my legs, and used his hands to pry apart my thighs. His head dipped down, and I could see his beautiful face in the shadows, his eyes focused on mine the entire time as he lowered his lips between my legs.

  “This,” he said, just before he blew my mind.

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  His lips grazed my pussy, just lightly dabbing my wet skin, enough to make my entire body shudder with pleasure – but only for a split second, and then he moved on.

  He moved his lips over my landing strip, softly tickling my hair. He moved down and kissed the inside of my right thigh, then licked the hollow where my leg joined my body.

  He moved slowly to my outer lips, licking my skin, always keeping to the outside of my pussy, circling around in a hot, wet circle, never going straight to where he would have brought me the most pleasure.

  Then his tongue dropped down – waaaay down. Not quite to my backdoor, but halfway between…

  Then licked lightly up, just until he reached my lips again…

  Paused, as though he might plunge his hot, thick, wet tongue inside me –

  And gave me a whisper of a touch on my wet lips, nothing more than a ghost of a kiss before he withdrew.

  It was torture.

  I was either going to die or come from the anticipation alone.

  He kept that up, teasing me, playing with me, always looking me in the eye as he did it, until my legs were literally shaking.

  “Please,” I whimpered.

  “Please what?” he asked, clearly enjoying the power he held over me. He licked the ridge of my pussy – just a centimeter more to the right and he would have entered me, could have filled me up, could have caressed me deep inside with his tongue –

  But he didn’t.

  He pulled back and just grazed his tongue across my sopping wet lips.

  “Please!”

  “Please what?” he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine as his tongue just barely – barely – parted my folds, just lightly touching a millimeter inside me.

  I pressed my hips upward, trying desperately to get him inside me, but he moved with me, and his tongue traveled up and lightly glanced off my clit, which set off a whole other bunch of frustrated sexual fireworks inside me.

  “PLEASE,” I begged him, almost crying now.

  “You still haven’t told me what you want,” he growled, right before he let his tongue slide all the way from the bottom of my pussy to the very top, lifting wetly away from my skin just before he touched my clit.

  I was writhing in agony. “Please… fuck me…”

  “With my cock?” he whispered.

  “Yes…” I moaned. “Fuck me with your cock…”

  God, I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth.

  I had never said anything like that with my exes.

  Of course, they’d never made me feel like this, either.

  “I’m not going to fuck you with my cock yet,” he said. “But… I’ll fuck you with my tongue.”

  And then he slid inside me.

  Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

  The anticipation – the build-up – the tension – the whole frustrating, mind-bending way he made me need him, like a junkie needs heroin –

  It all paid off in that first golden instant as his tongue parted my lips and filled me up.

  I gasped as I felt the soft wetness inside me, moving inside me, stroking inches along my inner wall. I cried out as his lips enveloped my pussy, and I felt him sink deeper inside me, his tongue stroking me, his mouth sucking lightly, his lips caressing every part of me they could touch.

  Then his tongue slid out of me, wet and languid and hot and slick, and sloooowly played over my clit, stroking it, sucking it, licking it, massaging it, tickling it, seducing it.

  I came.

  BOOM.

  Just like that.

  “FuuuuuuUUUUUCCCK,” I moaned, my voice rising to a crescendo as my entire body tensed and arched and exploded in hot wet fireworks inside.

  He eased up on the pressure, and I shuddered, contractions rippling through my belly, slowly abating, until I was lying there panting, looking down into his eyes.

  “Oh my God,” I whispered joyfully, and ran one hand through my hair. “Oh my God.”

  He smiled between my legs, looking up at me. “Hey, Kaitlyn?”

  “…yeah?”

  “Are you multiply orgasmic?”

  “…um… I don’t know… I don’t think so…”

  “Well, we’re going to have to fix that,” he said roguishly, and got up on his hands and knees.

  Between his legs, I could see a thick, long shape bobbing as he moved, and I thought, Yeah, okay, maybe I am. Or could be.

  I definitely WANT to be, that’s for goddamn sure.

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  He crawled up over my body, and I felt his muscled thighs brush against mine. The mattress indented when he braced his arms on either side my body, and I could feel his forearms touch the sides of my breasts.

  I put my hand on the back of his massive arm. His muscles were so hard and firm, it took me by surprise.

  Something else was hard and firm, too.

  His cock brushed against my pussy, and I could feel his skin against mine, the cloying pull as his and my wetness met – wet, hot, sticky – and then he pulled away.

  It was hard as rock, but clothed in soft, satiny skin.

  And just like that, I was ready to go again.

  He kissed me on the mouth, and I felt his lower body shift, and then there was a wonderful, throbbing, amazing pressure just about to part me –

  “Condom,” I whispered.

  He paused, and I could tell he was disappointed.

  I remembered what he had said in the showers:

  I get tested now, once a month. And I’m totally clean, by the way.


  I was actually on birth control. I could have let him.

  But I also remembered all those pictures of him on Facebook, with club girls hanging all over him.

  And much as I would have liked to, I hadn’t completely forgotten all those half-naked women from last night.

  Even if he hadn’t slept with them… there had been others.

  “Condom,” I insisted.

  “Okay,” he agreed, and got up from the bed.

  I watched him bend over, and enjoyed the view of that spectacular ass as he pulled his jeans off the floor and fished out a foil packet.

  He tore it, pulled out the latex circle, pinched the end, and began rolling to down his length.

  God it turned me on, watching him roll that rubber down the length of his cock.

  When it was on, he got back on the bed in the position from before, his arms braced by my breasts, his thighs inside mine.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  In answer, I spread my legs as wide as I could for him.

  “I want you inside me,” I whispered.

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  Short of an orgasm, I don’t think I’d felt anything that good my entire life.

  First he kissed me, slowly moving his lips over mine, touching my tongue with his.

  Then there was the touch of the condom between my legs – and then a beautiful, sensual easing into me that slowly filled me up, pressing insistently against me from the inside out, radiating pleasure in every direction as he slowly entered me, every long, thick inch of him.

  I gasped and grasped his ass with my hands.

  It’s not that he was enormous – but I’d never felt anyone that big before.

  And like I said, short of an orgasm, I’d never felt anything that good before.

  I moaned and locked my legs over his delicious calves as he slowly withdrew, then eased inside me again. He arched his body and dropped his head, and used his hands to cup my breasts and bring them closer to his mouth. He sucked on one nipple, then the other, as he moved in and out, a little bit faster, a little bit harder. It was like there was a pulsing line of energy between his mouth on my breast and his cock in my pussy, and everything between it just lit up with pleasure.

  I gasped and moaned and raked my fingernails across his back as he switched from one breast to the other, massaging me, flicking his tongue over my nipples, sucking, all the while slowly leaving me empty, then filling me up, moving back and forth, bringing me incredible pleasure and then taking it away, then bringing it back just the slightest bit more, edging me further up a mountain toward some glorious peak as he filled me over and over, faster now, harder, more insistent.

  Then his mouth was on mine, and his right hand was on my breast, kneading it, pinching my nipple lightly, as he French kissed me, and I could feel his hips change their rhythm – swirling around in a circular motion as he thrust inside me, rocking the thick base of his cock around the lips of my pussy, grinding his firm, muscled body into mine, somehow putting glorious pressure on my clit, making me swell and get hotter and more delirious and more passionate with each passing second as he drove deeper and deeper inside me.

  The contractions started like little taps of water on a drum, then gradually came faster and harder, until the thrumming vibrations were coming one on top of each other, loud and insistent and overwhelming, and I was suddenly about to lose all control.

  “Oh my God, Derek, oh my God, I’m coming, I’m coming again,” I half-moaned, half-gasped, as I clasped at his arms and his back and his neck, and thrust my hips against his.

  “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuck – ” he grunted and moaned in return as he thrust harder and faster and deeper –

  And then it was like honey and lightning mixed, overwhelming pleasure, even better than when he had made me come before, and as I screamed I pushed him over the edge, and he clutched my breast so hard it hurt, but it made me come harder, and then he screamed, a rumbling bellow, and I felt his cock explode inside me, and through the delirious haze of pressure I remembered four years ago, and my hand around his cock as he came then, too, his white, hot, thick come splashing across my hand and onto his belly, and that memory pushed me even higher, made me come even harder, and I was screaming into his ear as he held me so hard it felt like we were fused into one body as we both came.

  And then my blissful contractions slowly ebbed away, and I felt his spasms inside me die away, one every three seconds, then every five, then one more, and then he collapsed on me, his chest heaving against me as he buried his face in my hair and panted.

  I stroked the back of his sweaty, tangled, beautiful hair and just let myself glide down from the plateau of ecstasy.

  I wasn’t coming anymore, but damn it still felt good feeling his thick, hard cock inside me.

  “So… was it worth waiting four years for?” I whispered playfully in his ear.

  He rolled his head to the side and grinned at me.

  “Fuck yeah, it was,” he laughed, then kissed me slowly, romantically, sweetly.

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  We lay in bed, him holding my body against his, and just talked for a long time afterwards.

  A good portion of it was Derek busting my chops.

  “See? Was that so difficult?” he teased.

  “What?”

  “Sleeping with me.”

  I rolled my eyes, though he couldn’t see. “Whatever. If you hadn’t been such an asshole last night – ”

  “Me?! How was I an asshole?”

  “What, you don’t remember the 200 pairs of boobs you signed?”

  “Oh… that.”

  “‘Oh, THAT,’” I mimicked, and twisted his nipple.

  “Aaaaah!” he laughed, and started tickling me in retaliation, which led to roughhousing, which led to more kissing.

  After a minute, though, he pulled away and smiled. “It was just to make you jealous.”

  “Yeah, I’ll bet.”

  “Seems like it worked.”

  I wasn’t about to tell him that, yeah, it worked, all right.

  “Didn’t work so great, or we could have been doing this last night.”

  “Hey, I tried the straightforward approach – ”

  “Can we not talk about this?”

  Derek grinned. “What was it that changed your mind?”

  He was a little too pleased with himself for me to fully bare my soul. “I don’t know… I guess I kind of talked myself into it…”

  “Me singing songs for you didn’t have the slightest thing to do with it?”

  “‘I Want You To Want Me,’” I smiled.

  “And last night – ”

  “‘Still Into You.’”

  “So you did get the coded messages.”

  “They weren’t that coded.”

  He tapped lightly on my head with his knuckles. “No, but when the head is this thick, you can’t exactly use subtlety – ”

  “HEY!” I yelled, and pinched him, which led to another tickling bout, which ended with more making out.

  “I think you’re just making me mad so you can end up kissing me,” I murmured a few minutes later.

  “Yeah, apparently the way into your pants is making you mad.”

  “The way into my pants is by being sweet.”

  “I tried that four years ago. Didn’t work.”

  Ouch.

  I didn’t say anything back, just rested my head on his chest.

  “Hey, I was just kidding,” he said lightly.

  “No you weren’t.”

  He paused.

  “No, I wasn’t… but I’m glad we’re here now. I wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world.”

  I looked up at him, and he smiled at me.

  “Me neither,” I whispered.

  And then he cupped my face in his hand and kissed me again.

  We lay like that, in each other’s arms, silent for a few more minutes.

  “Shouldn’t we get back?” I asked him.

  He frowned. “What? Why?”

>   “Miles is going to throw a fit – I’m surprised he hasn’t called you yet.”

  “I don’t have a cell phone.”

  I raised up on my arm and stared down at him. “Still?!”

  He laughed at my reaction.

  “You know, I think you’ve got enough money now,” I pointed out.

  “Now I’ve got enough money I don’t need a cell phone. I have people for that.”

  “‘I have people for that,’” I mimicked him.

  Which led to more tickling.

  But this time I stopped short of kissing.

  “Seriously, Derek – he’s going to be really, really angry – ”

  “Fuck Miles,” he said blithely.

  “Yeah, you can say that, but you’re the lead singer of the band. Me, on the other hand – ”

  “You’re covered. You’re fucking the lead singer of the band,” Derek said, stifling a laugh, which led to me smacking his chest in playful outrage, which led to more tickling, which led again to roughhousing.

  I pushed him off me. “Seriously, though – ”

  “Seriously, though, fuck Miles,” he growled. “What good is it being a rock star if you have to jump every time some little British asshole with a Napoleon complex snaps his fingers? Fuck ‘im. We’ll get to San Diego for the show tomorrow. Until then, you’re all mine.”

  After that, we went straight to the kissing.

  But we didn’t stop with that.

  As he lay there kissing me, I felt something soft and heavy and hot brush across my thigh.

  His cock, I thought.

  Mmmmmm.

  I moved my hand down and touched it. He wasn’t even halfway erect, but he was big and thick and felt amazing in my hand. I loved the weight of him, feeling him fill my palm and drape heavily over my hand.

  I tickled my fingers up and down his shaft, then toyed with his balls.

  He quickly became more than halfway erect.