Rock Hard: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance (14 page)

"Well it really depends on the girl," he said. "Sometimes a girl comes in and it's obvious she just wants a one night stand. It's obvious I'm a notch on her bedpost as much a she's one on mine."

I turned to him, painfully aware of how close he was as he looked down at me with hunger burning bright in his eyes, and cocked an eyebrow. "Really?"

He laughed. "The groupie thing can be a two-way street," he said. "So many women out there are in it just for the star, not the man."

I licked my lips. "And what about the ones who want the star and the man?"

Grant was so close that if he leaned down his lips would be brushing against mine. I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut as he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. As he took me and made me his. As he stole me from my usual life even if only for a short while.

"Well those were always more interesting," he said. "There are the ones who knew they wanted it, and then there were the ones who thought it was fun to play hard to get. As if there's a difference."

"Is there a difference?" I asked. My voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. The only sound was the distant rumble of the bus's engine as it ran the air conditioner and the leftover ringing in my ears from the concert.

"In the end? No," Grant said. "But in the beginning, well it's all the difference in the world. It's like uncorking a fine wine. You have to enjoy it. You have to savor it."

As he mentioned savoring his hand ran down my arm sending a trail of goose bumps and fire. I breathed in sharply and looked up at him. I was practically panting before him, and yet he just stared at me with an intense concentration.

"Those women have to be caressed, enjoyed, appreciated," he muttered.

And then to my delight his face moved forward and his lips were so close that they were almost brushing against me, yet they weren't. I wanted to cry out in frustration. I wanted to reach up and pull him down against me.

"A woman that hot, a woman that sure of herself, a woman that beautiful is a rare thing in this business," Grant said.

Every time his lips moved they brushed ever so slightly against mine. His hand moved around to the small of my back and then it was running up and down. It was sending tingles of pleasure straight to my pussy that radiated out like electric bolts of lightning to the rest of my body traveling along every nerve ending. I was panting. Shit, I was on the verge of coming just from feeling him running his hand up and down the small of my back!

"A woman like that needs to be enjoyed slowly, properly," he continued, barely above a whisper.

Once more his lips brushed against mine, but he still refused to actually kiss me. He refused to give me the release I so desperately needed. He expertly built the tension ensuring that when it finally exploded it was going to explode in a major way.

I was ready to pop. I was shivering. I was weak in the knees just from feeling his breath against my lips, and yet I needed that contact. It was so delicious. He was so hot. I was so dizzy with desire. The fact that this was Grant Thompson of Twenty Promises barely registered as electric pleasure pulses danced along my nerve endings.

I guess even in the moment I was having trouble believing I was doing this.

"A woman like that needs to be worshiped," Grant said.

Finally the release came. His lips pressed against mine. I closed my eyes and let out a quiet moan. The explosive pleasure of finally feeling his lips pressing against my own after so much buildup was amazing.

Grant went slow at first, doing some of that savoring and worshiping he was talking about, but I could tell he was just as turned on as I was. Maybe the prospect of getting to bang a girl who claimed to hate his group did something for him, because before I knew it his tongue was slipping past my lips and then our tongues were dueling as we held each other in a passionate embrace.

That passionate embrace also finally allowed me to feel his delicious cock pressing against me. Pressing against my pussy. And the way it was tenting out gave me more than ample opportunity to feel its contours through my tight skirt. I couldn't wait to feel him inside me. I needed to feel him inside me.

I was gone. I was a prisoner to my lust. I was a prisoner to the incredible feelings washing over my body as this sculpted god pressed against me and explored me. And there was no way I was going to resist at this point.

No, the game was lost. The game had been lost from the very moment he first touched me in that brief contact out on the stage, and I was completely his the moment he pressed his lips against mine. For this brief delicious moment I was a groupie. I was his willing plaything. Maybe it was just for tonight, maybe it was wrong, but I was his. In every way.

Of course there was a part of me that hoped this was something more. It was a naive part, but it was there. Either way, I was going to enjoy the fuck out of this experience!

Grant was slow. He was worshipful. He was a conscientious lover and everything I'd imagined. Only that wasn't what I needed right now. No, what I needed more than anything was to be ravaged. And so I reached up and grabbed him by his leather vest and pulled him against me.

I opened my eyes and saw him look down at me in surprise, and then he apparently got the message as his hands started moving up and down my body with more fervor. He was taking me, not just exploring me.

His hands ran down my stomach, between my legs to my sopping wet pussy. Shit. His fingers dancing along my panties were incredible. His hands ran up to my tits, inside my top and then I felt his hands brushing against the naked flesh of my breasts for the first time and it made me lightheaded. I was moaning into his mouth as he ran his hand along my body.

Fuck!

While one of his hands was busy exploring my breasts the other moved down between my legs again. He tugged and then my skirt was down around my ass. He tugged again and it fell to my ankles right along with my panties. I gasped into his mouth as he continued swirling his tongue around mine. He was gifted at this. Then again, I suppose he had a hell of a lot of practice disrobing women. He was probably like some Jedi Master of removing tight fitting clothes at this point in his career.

His hand pulled out of my shirt and I let out a whimper of disappointment. I needed to feel his hand in there so bad. I needed to feel him against me so bad! Withdrawing his touch was the purest form of torture I'd ever felt.

My eyes went wide and I let out a surprised yell as his hand pressed against my chest, such a delicious feeling. Only he wasn't pressing against my chest because he wanted to feel my tits. No, he pushed me down to the bed where I landed with a thump. I felt springs bouncing under me and I even bounced once before I came to rest with one knee up and one leg splayed out. With my skirt and panties down around my ankles, though I quickly kicked both off. With Grant standing over me staring down with a hunger and lust that was probably the single most intensely sexual look I'd ever seen on a man.

Grant fell down on the bed on top of me. Started pulling up on my shirt. Somehow along the way he managed to unsnap my bra and pull it along with. Like I said, a Jedi at removing women’s clothes. I felt an incredible fucking urgency that I couldn't explain. I needed him inside me. I didn't even want to bother with foreplay.

Grant kissed his way up my body. First my thighs, then for a moment his lips were brushing against my pussy lips. For an electric moment I thought he might be going down on me and I was surprised to feel disappointment that he wasn't just fucking me already, but no, it didn't seem that was in the cards. Not yet at least. He continued moving up until his muscular chest was over me finally in the culmination of a fantasy that had been running through my head since he turned around at the door to the diner and gave me that smoldering sexy look that left no doubt as to how straight he was and how interested he was!

I took the opportunity to pull the leather vest to the side. He allowed me to pull it off and once that was done my hands moved down to his pants. Grant might've been a master at taking my pants off, but I figured I was just as good. In a moment I was fishing his cock out.

My eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head as I felt the flesh of his shaft in my hand. God! It was everything I'd imagined and so much more. It was so fucking intense feeling my hands around his cock. I’d only known him for the space of an evening and already feeling him up like this was so much more intense than any other experience I’d had with a guy.

His cock was so big, so throbbing, and from the way he was groaning and the way his own eyes were rolling into the back of his head it appeared he was getting one hell of a thrill out of me grabbing it. Almost as much of a thrill as I was getting from being the one doing the grabbing.

I wasn't sure if that was specifically for me or if that was a show he put on for the benefit of all the girls he got with, but I'd take it.

Just as he had with my shirt, I didn't bother to take his pants all the way off. No, all I cared about was getting his cock out so he could get the deed done. In one swift motion I yanked down just enough that his cock was free and then I was guiding him to the entrance to my pussy. It seemed like I was poised on the edge of eternity as I felt his massive cock head pressing against my completely unprotected lips.

I felt dizzy. I'd never slutted it up like this before. The feeling of him over me, knowing who he was, the intensity of everything I'd felt tonight, it was all so much. It was all so fucking overwhelming.

Only to my surprise as we were poised on the edge of eternity Grant was the one to stop. He was the one to hold himself with his cock at my entrance just barely splitting me and giving me a preview of the incredible pleasure I could expect when he finally delivered and split me down the middle.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He glanced over towards the bar. "I have condoms if you want to use them."

I smiled up at him and let out a noise that was somewhere between a purr and a moan. "I don't want a condom. I’m on the pill, and I want to feel you completely."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

I flopped my head back on the bed. I couldn't believe he was actually having this conversation with me when he was so close to fucking me. I couldn't believe he was actually being responsible now of all times! He was shattering all sorts of preconceived notions I had about musicians and how they acted towards their groupies.

It was funny. All night I was worried about throwing myself at him and being just another groupie, and now that I was here in the moment he was the one who was actually hesitating when what I really wanted was for him to give me that groupie experience. I locked eyes with him.

"I’m sure. Do it."

Grant pulled back ever so slightly and I whimpered as I felt his cockhead pulling back from that incredible contact with my pussy.

"Usually I’m a stickler for that sort of thing, but you're just so damn hot…"

With those last words he pressed down again. I felt his cock pressing against me. Splitting me apart. Either he was one hell of a good actor or he really was feeling the same intense feelings I was. He really was dealing with the same emotions I was dealing with. The same overwhelming desire. The same primal need to fuck, and to fuck now. Could it really be that he was getting just as turned on by me as I was by him?

Impossible as that sounded I was starting to believe it.

It was a revelation and a paradigm shift all wrapped up into one. Grant was into me. Well, I knew that Grant was into me. He obviously had to be into me if we were doing what we were doing, but it felt like there was something more to this. Something more than a girl getting picked up by a star who was looking to get his rocks off after a concert. Particularly if he didn’t even do this sort of thing anymore if what he told me could be believed. There seemed to be genuine feelings there.

I wasn’t sure if that scared me more or less than the idea that he might just be taking advantage of me for a good time, but I also figured none of that mattered in the moment. No, all that mattered was our bodies coming together. Was feeling his muscular frame pressing against mine as he took me, made me his.

Once he got going he really got going. It was only a moment before he was buried completely to the hilt. I grunted in surprise, feeling for a moment as though I'd had the wind knocked out of me as he slammed his cock against me. As I felt his entire length running inside my pussy reaching depths that hadn’t been explored in far too long.

"Fuck," I breathed.

Grant grinned. "That's the idea."

And, true to his word, he started fucking me. And oh God was it incredible. Oh God was it fucking intense. Oh God was it the most insane fucking experience of my life, both literally and figuratively. Over and over again he pounded me, and every time his massive cock with its incredible head slammed into my body I squealed and grunted. I felt my body shaking underneath him. My tits bounced up and down as he looked down and stared at them, enraptured by their motion.

I looked around the tour bus and wondered how many girls had been in this exact situation. And in a strange way it felt so fucking hot to know I was just another girl he was using for his pleasure, even if it did seem that maybe things were a little more intense with me, maybe he was enjoying it a little more with me, than he had with other girls in the distant past when they were first touring and conquests on the road were more his style.