Rock Stars Do It Forever

by Jasinda Wilder

  "Thank you?" Anna asked, her face screwing up with the tension of someone trying not to cry.

  "For trying to understand. For being my friend anyway, despite this. I can't shake the feeling that I've betrayed you somehow. Unintentionally maybe, but still." Jamie felt her voice break.

  Anna squeezed her gray eyes closed around stubborn tears. "BFF's, no matter what." She reached out her fist, and Jamie bumped it with hers. "Now go the hell away before you make me ugly-cry."

  Jamie sniffed and laughed, then turned away without another word and drove home. On the way, she realized that, despite the number of times she'd apologized to Anna, her friend had never said it was okay.

  Probably because it wasn't.

  Anna might not have been actively in love with Chase, but old, dormant, and mostly forgotten feelings still had the potential to cause heartache.

  Sitting at home, catching up on her DVR'd episodes of Teen Mom 2, Jamie found herself wishing she could quit her job and just follow Chase on his tour. Or fly out to wherever he was for each show and be with him that way. Or...anything other than sit at home missing him, jealous of the fans who got so much of his time and attention.

  She Googled his tour dates, switched shifts around with the other assistant manager at work, and bought a plane ticket to St. Louis, where Six Foot Tall was performing next. The ticket nearly cleaned out her savings, but she'd just paid rent, and all of her other bills were up to date. Everything else could wait.

  6

  Chase finished his last encore number and stepped off the stage, the screaming of thousands of fans bolstering him despite his exhaustion. The band's tour schedule was brutal. The last several weeks had been a whirlwind of nonstop shows back to back, sometimes with a few days in between. Demand for Six Foot Tall was growing exponentially, and there was talk of the band headlining a show in Detroit sometime soon. Jamie had met him for almost every show, Chase paying for her airfare and hotel stays. Their relationship had deepened over the last two months, but it was still very much like a long-distance relationship. They spent more time talking on the phone or texting than they did in person, and they rarely had more than one night together in a row. Chase needed a break. He needed a few consecutive days spent not on stage, not warming up or writing new material or traveling. He needed private downtime with Jamie, without the specter of the next show looming, cutting short their time together. Jamie understood, of course, and never complained. She came to every show she could, and was traveling almost as much as he was, flying all over the country to meet him. Chase's credit card was racking up serious frequent flier miles.

  That night's show was one of the rare and blessed dates that was followed by three days in a row off. He'd already booked a suite for the two nights he had with Jamie. They were in Phoenix, Arizona, and the next show was some tiny club somewhere in New Mexico, an unplugged acoustic set. He accepted a towel from the stagehand and wiped his face and head with it, searching the backstage area for Jamie's wild red curls. There she was, facing into a darkened corner, her phone pressed to her ear, finger plugging the other. He sidled up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her neck while she finished her phone call.

  She hung up and stuck the phone in her purse, then turned in his arms and met his lips with hers. "Hey, baby. Great show!"

  Chase smiled into her lips. "Thanks. Who was that you were talking to?"

  She shrugged. "Work call. The M.O.D. messed up the inventory order, and I had help her unfuck it."

  "Gotcha. So, ready for three days and two nights alone with me?"

  "God, am I ever," Jamie said. "Are we staying here in Phoenix?"

  "Yep. I have a suite booked. I'll meet the guys at the next show in New Mexico."

  "And you're in L.A. after that?"

  Chase nodded and pulled her into a walk out of the building where the limo rented by the label was waiting. "That's gonna be a huge show. Biggest yet, I think. If that one goes well, our agent says we might get a headliner billing at the Palace."

  Jamie lit up, gripping his arm in excitement. "Really? That would be so huge! Headlining in your hometown? I bet it would sell out."

  Chase laughed. "Yeah, probably not, but nice try. We're a long way from selling out the Palace, baby."

  Jamie shoved him playfully. "You so would. I've heard people talking about you guys. You're getting a lot of radio play on the WRIF and 89X."

  Chase glanced at her. "Really? Jim told us we've been getting more air time, but I guess it didn't quite register what that meant." He handed her into the limo and slid in next to her. "It's kind of weird. For as much as I'm all over the country, I still feel isolated from reality in a way. We're playing in front of sold-out crowds, but they're there to see the other bands as much as us, if not more so. We play, and we keep going. We're getting paid a shitload of money, but it's not really real most of the time, you know? Someone tells you, 'You're getting a lot of radio play,' and you're all like, 'Oh, that's great,' or whatever, but it doesn't mean anything most of the time. It's not like I'm in those cities hearing our songs on the radio, you know? Right now, it feels like the whole word is broken up into the bus, the stage, and you, and nothing else even exists except in theory."

  Jamie turned on the limo seat and draped her legs over his, curling her arms around his neck. "You're building a brand, baby. A name. Recognition. It'll all pay off. It already is paying off. People are starting to know who you are, on a household level." She nuzzled her face into his throat. "And now none of that matters."

  "No?" Chase asked, tangling his fingers in her hair.

  "Nope. For the next few days, you're mine. You're not a rock star as of this moment. You're just my Chase."

  He sighed into her hair. "Your Chase. Perfect."

  The limo dropped them off at the hotel, where they ordered room service and drank two bottles of expensive white wine. They sat side by side on the bed, finishing the last of the second bottle.

  "How long can you keep this up, Jay?" Chase asked, apropos of nothing.

  Jamie tilted her head to rest it against his shoulder, swirling the wine at the bottom of her glass. "I don't know. Like you said, my life feels compartmentalized into work, airports, your shows, and hotels. I love traveling, honestly, but...it is getting exhausting. I'd give anything to spend a week on a beach with you." She tossed back the last of her wine and set the glass aside before turning to straddle Chase. "I'll do this as long as necessary. As long as this is your life, your career, this is how I'll see you."

  "Do you even see your friends anymore?"

  Jamie shrugged. "I have lunch with Anna when I'm back in Detroit. I went out with Lane and his partner Matty the other day. The rest of the people I called my friends? They weren't really friends. They were drinking buddies. I only drink with you now. They don't call me or try to catch up. The only people who keep up with my coming and going anymore are Lane and Anna, so they're really all that matter."

  "Funny how that happens, huh? When you're gone all the time, the fake friends have a way of getting culled out." Chase slipped his hands beneath her shirt to run his palms on the hot skin of her back. "It works for me, though. The guys are my friends. The roadies and the driver, the security guys, they're friends, too. Jim, our agent. You. That's about it."

  "Who else do you need, really?"

  Chase kissed the base of her throat. "Besides you and the band? No one. Who else is there?"

  Jamie reached down and peeled her shirt off, her curls bouncing down to hang around her shoulders. She'd let it grow recently, and it was now almost to mid-back. Chase loved her hair, loved to hold on to it, run his fingers through it, grip it in his fist as he made love to her.

  He'd been planning this night for a while. He'd hinted at what he wanted to do with her, and she'd not demurred. He skimmed his hands over her shoulders, across the lace of her bra, feeling the hard beads of her nipples, then reached behind her to unhook her bra. He felt his cock twitch and harden as her heavy b
reasts fell free. He took them in his hands, cupping them, kneading the silky flesh, grazing his thumb across her nipples. He flicked a nipple with his tongue, a featherlight touch, and Jamie gasped sharply, arching her back.

  She shifted her weight backward and unsnapped his pants, unzipped them, and gripped the waistband of his pants and boxer-briefs, tugging them down. Chase lifted his hips, and she slid the garments down to his knees, where he toed them off and kicked them aside. She peeled his shirt over his head, and then shimmied down his body, her soft breasts brushing his skin. All thoughts left his mind as she took his erection in her mouth. She worked her jeans and panties off while she licked and kissed his cock, and then they were both naked together. He let her work his cock for a second, and then drew her up so her face was level with his.

  "I have plans for you," he told her.

  "Oh, yeah?" Her voice was low and sultry, and her eyes hooded.

  She rolled over and lay on her back, posing for him. Her palms skittered over her breasts before moving down to cup her sex, teasing and inviting. "What kind of plans?"

  Chase hopped off the bed and dug in a pocket of his suitcase, producing a bottle of lubricant and couple of condoms. "Plans that involve this."

  Jamie's eyes widened and her nostrils flared, her tongue running over her bottom lip. "Oh. Oh, god. Okay." She sat up, then moved to her hands and knees.

  Chase laughed, crawling across the bed toward her. "Eager, are we?" He curled his hand around her hips and drew her to him, so his cock slipped, upright, between the firm, soft cheeks of her ass.

  She writhed into him.

  "Yes..." she breathed. "So eager. You've been teasing me about this for so long."

  Chase sucked in a hard breath, pulling his hips away to caress her ass with his palms, sinking back on his haunches behind her. "It's not teasing. It's...getting you ready for it."

  "I'm ready." Jamie watched him over her shoulder, biting her lip.

  "Not just yet," Chase said. He skated his hand over her spine, then around her ribs to cup a breast, working his other hand between her legs to trace her damp heat with one finger. "First, I need this. I need to taste you. Feel you come. I'm so hard for you, I couldn't last long enough to get deep enough, slow enough in your tight little asshole."

  He fingered her clit, feeling her juices begin to flow. He circled the sensitive nub, tweaking a nipple as he did so, and within minutes Jamie was quivering and rocking back into his hand, near to orgasm. Before she came, she reached behind herself and found his cock, guided him into her silky wet folds. He was throbbing already and had to hold back after only a few slow strokes. She began to thrust back into him, and the feel of her ass pushing against him brought him to a boiling point all too quickly. He slowed then, clenching his teeth and forcing himself down. He reached for the lubricant, squirted some onto his fingers and slathered it against Jamie's tight anus, massaging at first with one finger. She moaned in ecstatic relief as he nudged his finger in to the first knuckle, then began to whimper when he worked a second finger in, liberally working her entrance with lube.

  "Fuck me, Chase. I want it. Fuck me in the ass."

  "Not yet, baby," Chase gasped. "Come for me first."

  He began to stroke into her pussy, sliding his fingers in and out of her ass gently, in sync with his thrusts. She began to buck hard against him, and Chase had to focus all his strength in holding back his own orgasm as she let go, whimpering softly into the blanket as she climaxed.

  He pulled out of her folds then, and reached for the condom. Jamie took it from him, ripped it open, and handed the roll to him. He slid the latex over his cock, gritting his teeth, and then smeared himself with lube.

  Jamie craned her neck to watch him. "Now, Chase? Please?"

  Chase pulled his fingers out of her slowly, and then settled the tip of his cock against her asshole. "God, yes. Now, my love." He hesitated, though.

  Jamie rolled her hips, inviting him. "What is it?"

  Chase held her hip in one hand, meeting her gaze. "This is both of our first time for this."

  Jamie quirked an eyebrow. "Really? I didn't realize it was yours, too."

  "It is. This is something we're doing together."

  Jamie swiveled her hips into groin. "I'm ready, love." She bit her lip, her hair hanging down to one side, bouncing lightly as she moved. "I need you inside me, baby. I want you in my ass."

  Chase searched her eyes for hesitation, trepidation. All he saw was love and desire.

  *

  Jamie watched Chase grip his shaft by the base and gently probe her anus. She forced herself to relax, even though her belly was fluttering with nerves. She wanted this with him. Especially now that she knew it was his first time doing this, too. Lust burned through her, dark and dirty. His fingers inside her back there were always intense, every time. She never came as hard as when he was knuckle-deep in her ass, and she loved the feeling. Now he was finally about to put his cock inside her, after weeks of promising.

  She admitted, deep down, to being a little afraid. He was huge, and that entrance was small.

  She felt a hint of pressure, and tried not to tense. His breathing was ragged, as was hers. A bit more pressure, and then the now-familiar feeling of tightness and penetration and stabbing thrill, shooting pleasure. This was more, though, so much more. She twisted her head back to look at Chase. He had his head thrown back, his spine straight, his thick, beautiful cock held in one hand, his other on her hip, steadying her. His eyes were closed tight, sweat streaking his scalp and forehead. His muscles were straining, and she knew he was holding back. He nudged in a little farther, and Jamie felt a gasp escape at the pulsing invasion. She was stretched wide, so wide. It hurt, just a little, but the pain was laced with a lovely thrill, delicious desire, and hot need.

  Jamie reached forward and jerked the pillows toward her, stuffed them beneath her belly, propping herself on one elbow. With her other hand, she touched herself, a gentle circling of her clit at first. She moaned, and Chase slid in another inch, prompting the moan into a loud groan. He growled, tensing, freezing. She felt herself adjusting, loosening. Her fingers pulled pleasure from her core and sent it out in hot waves, turning the stretching into filthy need.

  "More, Chase." She barely recognized the animal growl of her own voice.

  He gave her more, slowly. She moved her fingers faster, now, in the confident speed of a woman touching herself, the way only a woman can pleasure herself. Chase let go of his shaft and gripped both hips, then bent slightly over her and tweaked a nipple, once, and it was enough to bring Jamie nearly to the edge. Chase thrust again, and she felt him to be all the way in then. He held still for a moment, gathering himself and giving her time to finish adjusting.

  Then he drew back with aching slowness, and Jamie felt a lightning bolt shoot through her, like an orgasm multiplied by a thousand. She shrieked, then bit the comforter, stifling her building scream. Her mouth went wide, but no sound came out.

  Chase reached the apex of his pullout, hesitated, then began the slow plunge in. A squeak scraped out of her throat, and Chase took that as encouragement to let the thrust in morph into an immediate withdrawal.

  Jamie needed him to move faster. Each slide was an agony of ecstasy, and if only he would give her more, faster, she knew it would get better. Her mind was so scrambled by need, she couldn't get words out of her mouth. She tried to speak, she really did, but all that emerged was a whimper. He plunged in, faster now. He pulled out, paused, and Jamie felt the cold touch of lubricant, and then he stroked in again, incrementally harder. Jamie keened, a high-pitched sound from the back of her throat, and pushed back into him as he thrust in.

  "Oh, god, Jamie. Oh, god, you're so tight. So...so fucking tight," Chase growled.

  His fingers dug into her hips and began to tug her back into his thrusts. Jamie let herself moan, then felt a scream building again. The pressure inside her was a mountain, heavy and overwhelming, huge and sun-hot, fire in her belly, lava in he
r core. She shook all over, and now she was moving with him.

  Jamie shoved the pillows away, stretched her arms in front of her and let go, gave in to need. She rocked into his plunging shaft, a scream bubbling up. His hand slid up her spine, his touch achingly gentle in counterpoint to his rampaging thrusts. Brushing over her shoulders, he tangled his fingers in her thick copper curls, caressing and massaging at first, and then he gripped a fistful and tugged her backward, holding close to her scalp and jerking in time with his thrusts, his other hand still clenching the flesh of her hip. Chase was growling now, wordless and primal, and Jamie matched his feral sounds, gasping and grunting as he slammed into her ass.

  "Chase..." His name grated past her lips, dragging more words with it. "Fuck me hard, Chase. Fuck my ass so hard..."

  "Jamie, fuck, Jay. I love you." He pulled her back by the hips, hard, giving her a slamming thrust, flesh slapping against flesh, and a scream ripped from Jamie's trembling lips.

  The sound of her scream set Chase free, unleashed him. He drove in without restraint now, and Jamie rocked forward as he pulled back, slammed her ass into his body on the in-thrust, crying out as the tensing, shaking, quivering muscles of her buttocks crashed into him.

  The pressure was an inferno now, volcanic heat, titanic and unstoppable. She felt the crest rising within her and let her front half go limp on the bed, half-supported one arm, reaching down with the other to touch herself once more.

  Now the touch of her fingers on her throbbing clit was nearly too much, an overwhelming erotic shock to her shattering system. She was splitting apart, bursting at the seams. Screams were ripping from her throat in staccato ululations, peaking as he plunged deep, hard, and fast, quieting as he drew back. He was roaring nonstop now, a leonine rumble as he began to pump with manic speed and crushing force, and as hard as he was fucking her, Jamie needed more, craved more, lifting up with her core and thighs and slamming down to meet his thrusts.

  Lust bled into love, need and desire bled into starvation-like hunger for the way he filled her and stretched her with every thrust. She felt tears squeezing from her eyes, salt drops of overwhelmed ecstasy, pressure of her impending climax leaking from her tear ducts.