Rock All Night (The Rock Star's Seduction #2) (16 page)

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.

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.

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.

He groaned as I stroked him, then pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

“Do you remember what I said when we walked in here?”

I searched my brain, but my extreme level of lust at the time must have interfered with my memories.

Not to mention my growing level of lust
now
as I held his cock in my hand.

“
I
said I wanted the night we should’ve had four years ago…” I recalled.

“That’s right. Did you get it?”

I smiled and kissed him. “…yeah.”

He smiled back, but it was a lot more dangerous… and, dare I say,
hungry.

“And now, I get to do whatever I want to you,” he whispered huskily.

And he did.

Boy, did he ever.

First he flipped me roughly onto my front side, so that my back was facing up. He licked the small of my back, then moved down, even lightly biting my ass. Not enough to hurt, just enough to freak me out.

Nobody had ever bitten my ass before.

“Derek!” I gasped, then felt him lift up my hips so my face was on the bed and my ass was in the air.

Then I felt his tongue between my thighs, painting every inch of me with his wet, hot tongue.

“Derek!” I said louder, shocked, then groaned as his tongue slipped inside my pussy.

There were a few seconds of ecstasy, and then his tongue was back outside – and moving back where it shouldn’t have been.

“DEREK!” I cried out in shock as his tongue slipped inside my ass.

But I didn’t exactly stop him.

I kept warring between
Holy shit I should stop him
and
Oh my GOD I can’t believe he’s doing that
and
Unnnnnnhhhh I can’t believe how good that feels
when I heard the crinkle of another foil packet.

My eyes flew open.

“Whoa – hey – unh-unh,” I said, trying to turn around, although it wasn’t that easy considering my face was in the bed, my ass was in the air, and a very wet, very soft part of him was in my ass.

Then the hot, wet pressure disappeared, and I heard him chuckle. “Don’t worry… if I go there, we’re going to have to warm you up. And I’m not willing to wait.”

“Willing to wait for whaaaooooh fuck,” I gasped as I felt the head of his cock press against my lips and slide inside my pussy.

He didn’t pause – he just firmly entered me, sliding all the way until his cock was fully inside me, his hips against my ass.

DAMN that was deep…

Then he began to rock in and out of me, making sure I was wet enough, that I could take him without pain.

And then he began to fuck me.

Fuck YES he began to fuck me.

He thrust in and out of me, faster, then slow, changing it up so that I was never able to guess what he’d be doing five seconds later. Sometimes he went deep, so deep – and sometimes he went shallow. Then he put his left leg on the side of my body, giving him a little extra leverage, and began to angle
down.

Which means he was stroking me right on my g-spot.

Within seconds, I was moaning into the mattress and bunching up the sheets in my clenched fists.

He would pull my hips back into him violently, my ass slapping his abs with a wet fleshy sound as he filled me up so good, again and again and again. I felt him lean over my body, his chest brushing against me, and then I felt his hand reach around my thigh.

His fingers were slippery and wet, like he had licked them.

And as he rocked inside me, he started touching my clit.

“OH FUCK, DEREK,” I screamed into the mattress as his cock plunged deep into me at the same time his wet, slick fingers circled my clit, rubbing it, wetly slipping over the tip of it and shooting pleasure through my entire lower body.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Kaitlyn?” he growled as he kept fingering and fucking me at the same time. He was going slower now, owing to how his body was draped over mine. I could feel the weight of his upper body pressed against my back, and his mouth seemed close to my ear as he spoke. I couldn’t really tell for sure, though, since my face was buried in the bed.

“Yes,” I moaned, halfway out of my mind with pleasure. I’d never really liked doggy-style before – but I’d never had doggy-style like
this
, that was for sure.

“Then say it,” he whispered roughly, and I could feel his hard, muscular chest on my back, and the heat of his breath on my ear. He reached his other hand to the other side of my body, and burrowed underneath me until he found my nipple and squeezed it lightly between his fingers.

One hand rubbing my clit… one hand squeezing my breast… and that glorious cock filling me up, grinding inside me, as his hard, firm body rocked over mine.

“Fuck me,” I gasped.

“What?” he asked, and I felt his hand move from my breast to the back of my head and lightly grasp the hair at the nape of my neck.

“Fuck me,” I moaned.

He pulled back firmly enough to lift my head up off the bed, controlling me,
owning
me as he continued to toy with my clit and still drive his cock inside me. “I couldn’t hear you.”

“Fuck me, Derek,” I pleaded, my eyes closed from the bliss.

“Say it like you mean it,” he growled.

“Fuck me, Derek – fuck me hard!” I cried out, barely able to contain myself.

Looking back, it was kind of demeaning – but it was fucking
hot.
I had never had somebody just take
control
of me like that, treating my body like a plaything, for his pleasure, whipping me into a frenzy because it amused him – pure masculine dominance, making me feel more feminine and more like a woman than any man ever had before.

He let go of my hair and stopped stroking my clit, and moved back fully upright. There was a brief second where I was disappointed to feel him go – and then I wasn’t able to think anymore, because my whole body was overcome as he started slamming into me double-time, triple-time, his hips slapping against my ass, making me go “Ah – ah – ah – ah – ” with pleasure as he went deep, so fucking deep, and filled me up so good until I thought I would burst.

And then suddenly he was roughly repositioning me, pulling me from my knees and face-down position onto my side – but his cock never came out of me. Just a few seconds of rearranging me as easily as if I were a doll, and then I was lying on my side looking up him through eyes I could barely keep open as I cried out in bliss.

His face was contorted in lustful frenzy. I watched his muscles strain and bulge as he drove himself into me, his hand on my left thigh, pulling my body into his, his eyes focused like they were hypnotized on my breasts jostling and jiggling with each thrust as he
slap, slap, slapped
against me. A whole new barrage of sensations washed through me with this new position, his cock angled against my g-spot for one two three four five thrusts, then plunging deep inside me again.

He looked from my breasts up into my eyes, and it was like he awakened out of the dream. He smiled the faintest bit, winked at me, then bent over my body and kissed me.

I kissed him back, or tried to, our lips sliding wetly over each other as he kept thrusting deep and fast inside me, jostling my entire body, moving me up, then down as that thick pressure slammed into me again, filling me up, taking me higher and higher through a fog of pleasure that wouldn’t let me think anything but
Don’t stop don’t stop DON’T STOP!

Then he was manhandling me again, his powerful arms grabbing my legs and rotating me again on his cock, never coming out of me, so that I would up with my thighs against his muscled belly and my heels against his shoulders. Three seconds to reposition me, and then once I was in place,
slap slap slap!
he was driving into me again, his cock filling me up, and I had to close my eyes, it felt so good, my ass against his hips, my legs against his muscular torso, him holding onto my thighs as he drove himself into me.

I was vaguely aware that I was moaning “Unh unh unh unh” with each thrust inside me, and then suddenly he was moving me again – leaning his body between my legs, his chest hovering over me as he forced his hands between my back and the bed and scooping me up. All the time, I remained on his cock, that thick delicious pressure never waning as pulled me into the air. Then my legs were around his waist, me finally looking him in the eyes as his rough hands clutched my ass. He backed me up against the wall, his cock driving into me, deeper, thicker, longer, harder, and he kissed me like an animal, full of want and blind desire, biting my lip as he fucked me
sooooo
good
.

After a few minutes of fucking me against the wall he stepped slightly backwards, and one hand left my ass and supported my spine. I could tell he wanted me to lean back, and as I did, his head came down, and his lips found one of my nipples as my breasts bobbed up and down as he thrust inside me. He began to suck, hard and ravenous and wet and hot as he fucked me, his other hand clutching my ass, his fingertips pressing into the skin between my pussy and my asshole, a delicious pressure. I felt the thick base of his cock driving in and out of my lips and the tips of his finger pressing deeper and harder between my legs, increasing the friction of my pussy around that thickness inside me. I was building and building, the wave coming faster and faster and higher and higher as he sucked me and fucked me and fondled me and clutched at me. Suddenly I was screaming at the top of my lungs as an orgasm tore through my body, doubling and tripling, too much, too intense, as his cock thrust in and out of me relentlessly, every thrust hitting every one of my contractions and making it that much more powerful, that much more all-consuming. All I could
do
was scream, the only release valve I had, the only way I had to deal with the blinding ecstasy, and then he was bellowing, an animal in heat. I felt his cock explode inside me, expanding, throbbing, pulsing. He staggered over to the bed and collapsed on top of me, both of our bodies bouncing on the mattress as he buried his face in my hair and roared like someone had shot him.

I just lay there gasping for breath, my fingernails clutching his sweaty back, and felt my own contractions die away as I felt his cock deep inside me slowly pulse… once more… and then cease.

“…oh… my…
GOD…
” I whispered into the darkness.

He chuckled, then finally raised his head to look at me. His hair was damp with sweat, and the crazed insanity of his expression during sex (sex? That wasn’t ‘sex’ – that was
fucking like animals)
had given way to a blissed-out expression of peace and contentment.

He had never looked more beautiful to me.

“Just so you know…” I said, then paused.

“Yes?”

“…we are SO doing that again.”

He laughed, then kissed me, his lips tasting of salt and sex and joy.