Rock Gods: Baden

by Brandy Munroe

  The lessons I’d taught myself came in handy.

  Baden’s heady, masculine scent and taste had my eyes rolling to the back of my head. The humming sound emanating from my throat vibrated against his shaft with every pass. His hips jerked forward of their own accord, an indicator that he was losing control by what I was doing to him.

  Men were so easy to read. They didn’t take much to control. In my experience, the way to a man’s heart was not his stomach; it was his penis. But I had no interest in Baden Dogger’s heart. The only body part that intrigued me was his giant pierced cock.

  His hand found its way into my hair. The other gently stroked my cheeks. He was good at this. I knew he had to be. I had read about his pension for corrupting the good girl. That meant he knew how to be gentle, at first, until they knew what to expect. I already knew what to expect.

  I worked him hard. The minute I felt his balls draw tight and his spine stiffen, I pulled away and turned myself on my hands and knees with my butt and pussy pushing against his cock.

  “Fuck me, Baden; fuck me hard and fast,” I ordered on a growl. I reached into my nightstand and threw a condom at him. I had no doubt he had at least one in the back pocket of his jeans. It didn’t stop me from stocking my own, just in case.

  He smirked a sassy grin and tore the wrapper with his teeth. He quickly and expertly rolled on the condom before plunging deep into my wet aching core.

  “Ahhh.” The relief was instant. Baden was better endowed than anyone I’d previously had sex with. The sweet ache of my insides stretching had me reaching for phantom sheets. Shit, we were doing this on my bare mattress. Fuck it; I would have it steam-cleaned later. I wasn't going to ask him to stop so I could make the bed only to have to strip the dirty sheet and make the bed again.

  I pushed back, seeking more friction on my clit. I arched my back so his cock rubbed against my piercing with every thrust. In and out, push and pull. I matched him pounding per pounding. We were not making love. This was a good old fashion banging.

  I swear the man’s cock reached into my womb. Sweat dripped down my back. I didn’t know if it was mine, his or ours. I didn’t care; a shower would take care of that. My mind immediately went to what we could do there.

  He was an expert on how to use his piercing to intensify my pleasure without interfering or getting his caught up in mine. Now that took talent.

  He leaned over and kissed the shell of my ear.

  “You’re tighter than I expected,” he growled. “Maybe your bark is greater than your bite?” He sucked on my exposed neck. That was going to leave a mark.

  “Not to stroke your ego any more than it already is, but did you ever stop to consider that you might be bigger than the average man?” Did he think all men were packing like him?

  “It’s not stroking my ego if it’s the truth, sweetheart,” he boasted as he fisted my hair to turn my head and claim my mouth.

  I pulled away. Kissing had no place here. This was about a good hard fuck. Kissing was an intimate gesture—something you did with a boyfriend. Baden was not my boyfriend. He shouldn’t be giving me a hickey, either.

  He stopped fucking. What the hell? I looked over my shoulder and gave him a warning glare.

  He leaned in and placed a soul-searing kiss on my lips. Grunting loudly, he pumped into me a couple more times before he came like a volcano. Selfish bastard. I was so close. I cried in frustration.

  He flipped me onto my back and spread my thighs before going in headfirst.

  He had no problems finding my clit piercing.

  He also had a better technique than Saint Bernard’s tongue.

  I laid back and let Baden finish what we had started. I did say I would show him my piercing if he showed me his. Now he was getting up close and personal with said piercing.

  God, I wish I had something to hold on to. I looked down at his dark brown hair, longer on top than on the sides. Maybe I did have something. I reached down and grabbed a handful of his luscious locks. It was soft and sifted through my fingers with ease. I scratched behind his ear—the same spot he had given me a hickey. The man had the nerve to think he had the right to mark me as though I belonged to him. A little makeup would take care of it.

  How would he like it if I suddenly had the urge to bite down on his shoulders? I bet he’d be salty. Would his skin be musky and overpowering like the taste of his cock?

  My brain was in a sex-induced fog. I let Baden lick and suck. Nip and fuck me with his tongue. How much better would he be at this if he had his tongue pierced? Could he be any better at this?

  My eyes fluttered as the explosion of white light seared my brain. I sucked in a long hard breath as my back arched off the bed. My heel dug into the mattress for purchase. I swore I was levitating off the bed. The orgasm was that good.

  Holy hell in a handbasket. I knew Baden Dogger was a sex god. What happened was more than a good orgasm. It was the best fucking orgasm of my life. That was never going to happen again.

  The combination of anxiety from moving away from my family, the stress of having to share this house with five other women, the reality of facing the future filled with promise… That all combined with the adrenaline of hoping we didn't get caught by the girls. That was all this was.

  There would be no way to recreate the exact circumstances that led to this pivotal moment.

  That bastard ruined me. I let him. I, of all people, should have known better.

  He took care of the condom, then laid beside me on the bed.

  “Are you going to tell me why you didn’t like my kissing, sweetheart?” His question surprised me. He knew how this worked. Why would he be wondering why I didn’t kiss during sex

  Wasn’t it obvious?

  Chapter 7

  Baden

  I was taken by surprise when she pulled her pouty lips away from mine. I stopped moving, my cock still planted deep inside her pussy. Her eyes held a death glare that had me intrigued. She didn’t like to kiss. I had to wonder why. Except now was not the time to get into it. Not while I was balls deep inside her.

  I stole one last soul-searing kiss before spilling myself. I wanted to lay and cuddle. The orgasm shattered me in ways I had never felt before. The blinding explosion behind my lids had me grunting like a caveman.

  I came hard and long, but she hadn’t.

  I flipped her onto her back and opened her wide. I leaned in and took a long sweeping lap of her pussy. She had the flavor of strawberries. I ran my nose along her long lean legs. She smelled like strawberries, too.

  “I fucking love strawberries,” I growled against the inside of her thighs.

  Apparently, so did she. I noticed her ruby piercing was in the shape of a strawberry. The little red homing beacon was leading me to her pleasure zone. For all the experience she appeared to have, I was pleasantly surprised to find how perfect we fit when I entered her.

  She was tight, but not like the other women I had to take my time with to get them prepared for my cock. She confirmed what I had always suspected, that my cock was above average size. Hearing that from a woman who had only ever been with one or two men before had no real legitimacy. Hearing from an experienced woman, that was another whole ballgame.

  I fucked her pussy with my tongue and worked her clit with my teeth. She held onto my hair like a lifeline. Her long, red fingernails dug into my neck. The spot behind my ears. The place I put my mark on her.

  I wasn’t one for leaving my mark on a woman. I didn’t want them to get any idea that they meant more to me than they did. Leaving bite marks and hickeys would only confuse the situation.

  Then why was I compelled to give one to Crystal?

  I listened to her whispered moans, keeping my ears open for the tell-tale signs. I watched for the quiver of her legs, noting when the shaking started, she would be close. I bid my time, and when she was on the precipice, I bit down on her clit and pushed her over.

  The look of ecstasy on her face was going to haunt my dreams.
I had never seen anything more beautiful than her face when she let go and came completely and unashamed. Fucking gorgeous.

  I waited for the sex-laden glaze to dissipate before I left her on the bed to take care of the condom. I returned and laid beside her.

  “Are you going to tell me why you didn’t like my kissing, sweetheart?” I waited for her to face me and give me an honest answer.

  She laughed at me.

  “It wasn’t your kissing, Baden. I would have done the same to anyone I was fucking. Kissing is something you do with your boyfriend. It’s an intimate gesture. It has no place when fucking.” She rolled to her side and propped herself up on her elbow.

  I saw the irony in her words. We were dressed from the waist up and completely naked from the waist down. What we did was fuck. A great fuck, if I was honest.

  “Is this a Julia Roberts ‘Pretty Woman’ thing?” I had used that reference in the past.

  She flopped on her back with her hands to her sides. “Why does every man use that fucking movie for reference every single time?” She blew out a frustrated breath. “No, it’s not. And this is not like the movies. We are not magically going to fall in love because we had the best sex of our lives. At least, it was the best sex of my life.” She turned her head to face me.

  I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand. “Yes, it was the best sex of my life, too,” I confirmed for her.

  She lifted herself off the bed and started rummaging for her underwear and shorts. “Maybe we can do this again sometime.” She looked over her shoulder to where I remained on the bed.

  I plastered a famous Bad Dog grin on my face. “Sure, sweetheart. Maybe.” I followed her lead in retrieving my boxers and jeans and got dressed.

  “We should go upstairs and wait for the girls.” She reached for her cell phone and began flipping through her texts. “Oh crap, Ashley and Amber are already here. They’re upstairs trying to figure out how they’re going to fit all their stuff in those little rooms. We better go tell them the good news.” She was halfway up the stairs before I finished with the button on my jeans.

  Was I dismissed?

  My chest tightened. I didn’t do casual quickies. I found the perfect good girl and taught her how to be bad. Then I let her loose to spread her wings. At least, that was what I told myself I had been doing.

  No matter how many times I explained the rules and believed them when they promised they understood, I always ended up breaking someone's heart.

  I let out a deep calming breath before heading up the stairs. Maybe it was time I stopped lying to myself and face the fact that I was still damaged from the ultimate betrayal. Maybe what I needed was a good dose of reality.

  Causal fucking. Equal terms with the woman in my bed. No one with the upper hand or holding all the power. A quick fuck, then business as usual. I gave my head a shake. One great fuck and I was reevaluating my life choices.

  That was why I avoided bad girls.

  Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

  The day flew by as the other girls arrived and Emerald and Sapphire flipped a coin to see who acquired the coveted master bedroom. Sapphire won the toss. It was agreed that Emerald would share the master bathroom with Sapphire and Ashley and Amber would share the main bathroom.

  Everything was going according to plan, and the girls all seemed to like each other genuinely. I didn’t see any signs of cattiness or jealousy, even with Sapphire’s failed attempts at flirting with me.

  I hoped that camaraderie continued once the real work got underway.

  Chapter 8

  Crystal

  “Do it again,” he yelled into the microphone on the console outside the recording booth.

  I yanked my headset off and stomped into the hallway. “No,” I yelled back. “We need a break, Baden. We’ve been at this for hours.”

  “It’s not right, do it again,” he enunciated through gritted teeth.

  I opened the door to the recording booth. “Girls, take five. Baden and I need a minute.” I wrapped my hand into his t-shirt and dragged him down the hall, through the lounge, and out the sliding patio doors.

  The entire back of the Bentley Records building was an enormous garden. It hosted various greenery, some patio furniture, and a few strategically placed gazebos. It was a nice change from the small recording booth we had been sequestered in for the past week.

  “We sound like shit. You don’t have to yell at us every five minutes, Baden. I know it; the girls know it—fuck, everyone within a five-mile radius knows it.” I was frustrated as fuck, and it didn’t help that Baden was making it worse by pointing out our deficiencies.

  He ran his hands through his hair. I watched as he pulled on the long strands on the top of his head and remembered how they felt between my fingers. That had been a week ago, and I hadn’t gotten laid since.

  Maybe that was our problem. Tranquility was not like New York. You couldn’t walk into a bar, pick up a stranger and kick him out of your bed in the morning. In this small town, by the time lunch came around, they would have you picking out wedding china.

  Since we moved into the house, none of us has had the opportunity to get into the city and get a little stress relief. Well, no one but me. My quickie with Baden was last week. That had to be a record for me. I might have to start marking it off the calendar the way I do my period.

  We all knew what was wrong. The problem was, no one wanted to be the first to say it out loud. However, it had to be discussed, and soon. We were scheduled to play our first live performance in less than two weeks.

  He pulled out a pack of cigarettes that was rolled up in the sleeve of his t-shirt and lit one up. He handed it over to me.

  “Not good for the lungs or vocal cords.” I held up my hand in refusal.

  “No, I suppose not.” He took one more long drag, blowing the smoke out slowly before crushing it beneath his boots. “But great for the fucking nerves.” He laughed and headed back into the building with me in tow.

  As we entered the recording studio, the girls were sitting on the couch whispering to each other. While Baden and I were outside, they decided to have a separate meeting.

  Emerald rose and crossed her arms at her waist defensively. “Guys,” she looked at Amber, who gave her an approving nod. “I know what the problem is.” My heart broke for her. It didn’t matter that we all knew her style was not right for the sound we were trying to produce; she had become a part of us in the short time we had been together.

  “My heart’s not in this,” she pointed to the recording booth. “And I think it shows.” No one said anything. We were silently processing how to answer without sounding like bitches.

  “Go ahead,” Amber tilted her head towards Emerald. It didn’t surprise me that Amber sensed that something was off with Emerald even when Sapphire, her twin, had not. Amber had always had a sixth sense about people. I would describe her as empathic. She could feel other people's pain, grief, and anxiety. She was a sensitive soul, and that was what made her an excellent musician. She put everything into her music. It was like a cathartic release for her.

  “I’m pregnant.” Emerald burst into tears and covered her face with her hands. Amber immediately rushed to her side and held her.

  “I will fucking cut his balls off,” screamed Sapphire as she jumped to her feet.

  “I take it you don’t like her boyfriend?” Baden inquired.

  “It’s that sleazy scumbag son of the sleazy scumbag producer from our last label.” She marched over to Emerald. “It’s David’s, isn’t it?”

  “Y-y-yes,” Emerald stuttered through her sobs. “Don’t be mad at me, Sapphire; we love each other.”

  Sapphire pulled Emerald into her arms. “I’m not mad at you, honey. I am, however, fucking murderous about that asshat going anywhere near you after I warned him to stay away.” Sapphire was seething.

  The door to the studio burst open. Theo and a big biker looking dude came barreling towards us.

  “Okay, do
n’t worry Emerald; we’ll take care of it.” Sapphire was already on her phone, taking care of it.

  “You’ll take care of what, Sophia?” he bellowed loud enough to shake the rafters.

  Sapphire stood up to him and met his tumultuous gaze.

  “My sister. I’ll take care of my sister and whoever the fuck else needs taking care of,” she spits at him.

  The entire time, poor Emerald had been reduced to a quivering mess of tears.

  The big dude, that at this point I assumed was David, pulled Emerald into his arms and whispered into her ear. Whatever he said stopped her tears, and she melted into his arms.

  “Get the fuck away from my sister, you lying bastard,” Sapphire shot at him.

  He put his hands up defensively. “Sophia, I love your sister. She’s carrying my child, and I will be the one to take care of them, not ‘it’.” That last crack stunned Sapphire.

  I looked at Baden and mouthed, Sophia? He shrugged. He was as much in the dark as me.

  Sapphire parked her butt on the couch and laughed. “My father’s gonna shoot your dick off the minute he hears about this.” Her growling related to what she thought of the entire situation.

  “No, he’s not.” David grinned. “In fact…” He got down on one knee and produced a gigantic princess cut engagement ring. “Emily Marie Duchane, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? This comes with your father’s blessing.” He gave a side glance to Sapphire, who merely sat with her jaw gaped open.

  “You spoke to my father?” Emerald asked softly.

  “Yes, he had to understand that I would never do anything to hurt you. Including having you sign that ridiculous contract under my father’s management. I also had to get a legal copy of your birth certificate for the marriage license.” He smirked. He put the ring on Emerald’s finger, even though she never said yes, and stood.