Rock Me: Sexy (New Adult Rockstar Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Erotic Romance) (13 page)

Katie was panting heavily. “Not in the
hallway.”

“Come to my room.”

His stomach clenched as he waited for her
to answer. She didn’t speak but nodded slightly. Before she could change her
mind, he grabbed her hand and led her quickly back to the elevators.

They rode up to his room in silence. His
mind was churning with confusion.
What was going on?
He was scared to
talk and break the spell between them. They weren’t even touching, but he still
had hold of her hand. No way he wasn’t letting go.

They entered his room and Tyler saw her
looking around awkwardly. He didn’t have long before she regained her senses
and bolted. And he wanted her so badly. Without saying a word, he pulled her
into his arms. His pulse thickened with a rush of desire when he felt her soft
body molded to his.

She wasn’t having second thoughts. In
fact, her hands were slipping under his shirt and caressing his skin. He was
burning with need now. He wanted to rip her clothes off right then and there,
but he held back. Not because he thought she’d be scared or overwhelmed, but
because he was going to seduce her fully. He was going to give her the best sex
of her life, so that she never forgot this night. That she would never forget
him
.
He wasn’t sure what his motives were, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t want to
think anymore. He just wanted to feel. All that mattered now was being with
Katie.

All night I had been wallowing in
disappointment that Tyler had left the premiere party early. Even Hugo’s
unexpected appearance at the party couldn’t pull me out of my funk. I had built
up expectations of the night so high in my imagination that the reality was
crushing. Tyler wasn’t interested in me. I wasn’t even worthy of a one-night
stand it seemed. I had successfully extinguished whatever sexual attraction I
had initially felt between us with my superior and condescending attitude towards
him.

The irony was that now I was completely
infatuated with him. I had set out so determined not to let that happen that I
pushed him away until he apparently despised me. Now, I was chasing after a bad
boy rock star who epitomized the very qualities in a man that I so completely
detested.
What a mess
.

When Hugo and I were heading back to our
respective hotel rooms after the party, I even contemplated, for the tiniest
flash of a moment, soothing my consternation by sleeping with him, but I would
never have been able to live with myself. Hugo could be no stand-in for what I
really wanted, Tyler.

At the last second, before the elevator
doors slid closed, I saw Tyler. He looked rumpled and beautiful. And when our
eyes met in that one unguarded second, I knew that he was crushed when he saw
me leaving with Hugo. The hurt that I saw in his face made my breath hitch. I
couldn’t let him assume the worst. Hell, it made no sense that I felt that way
when I suffered seeing him with a different girl night after night, but it was
there.

This time I didn’t overanalyze; I just
acted. I chased after him, scared out of my mind that something was happening
between us, that the fragile thread holding us together could be forever
broken.

I had known for weeks that something was
off between us, so his anger when I caught up to him was no surprise; maybe the
sheer intensity of it was a bit unexpected. The kiss was completely unexpected
though. One second he was blazing with anger and contempt, and then the next,
he was kissing me with an uncontained passion.

Kisses can be fun, comforting, sexy,
passionate, toe-curling even. This one was so much more powerful. It robbed me
of all reason. There were no more choices. There was no stopping what was about
to happen.

We rode in the elevator up to his room in
silence. I was confused and didn’t know what to say. I was scared that this
wasn’t real, that he’d suddenly realize what he was doing and ask me to leave. I
had no idea why I thought he would reject me, but I was worried. This was
something that I had fantasized about for months, and now that the reality of
it was upon me, I was nervous.
Shit, was I having second thoughts?

Tyler didn’t give me time to think. As
soon as we got to his room, he kissed me again and that was the end of all my
swirling doubts. There was no resistance. No thinking. I was in his arms and
completely at his mercy. And I planned on enjoying every last second of it.

My lips yielded to his demanding kiss as
our tongues collided and wound around each other’s. The kiss left me dizzy, drowning
in a sea of heady sensations. I knew exactly where this was leading and the
thought of having sex with Tyler had butterflies dancing in my stomach as a
knot of throbbing need assaulted my very core.

Tyler's mouth possessed me with its insistent
exploration as his hand slid slowly inside my dress. I moaned against his mouth
as his hand glided over my taut nipples, sending sparks of desire straight to
my pussy. When he broke off our kiss, my eyes flew open in worried surprise,
but I didn’t need to panic when I saw his eyes smoldering with a heated lust.

Within moments, he had located the clasp
behind my neck and unfastened my dress. Slowly he peeled away the loosened
fabric and bared my breasts. The ache at my very center was exquisite. Tyler
lifted a breast with one hand, swiping my straining nipple with his thumb
repeatedly, each touch increasing the concentrated ache below. I arched my back
slightly, reveling in the attention, as I watched his eyelids grow hooded with
an intense desire only matching my own.

Our eyes met. An electric current seemed
to crackle in the air between us. In that moment, when I stared into his
impossibly beautiful face, I saw a glimpse of pure honest emotion that took my
breath away. It only lasted a split second, but I got a peek at naked vulnerability.

I didn’t have time to contemplate what I
saw in his face though, because Tyler’s free hand had worked my dress low
enough that it slid off my body and ended up in a heap of fabric around my
ankles. His heated perusal of my nearly naked body had me burning with an
urgency that only he could assuage.

Without speaking a word, Tyler bent down
and lowered his shoulder. Before I knew what happened, he had slung me over his
back like a cave man and walked me over to the king-sized bed. He pushed the
heavy comforter aside and deposited me rather gently on the bed.

I arranged myself more modestly while
Tyler turned on the lamp sitting on the bedside table. I waited eagerly for him
to undress so that I could feast my eyes on his masculine body, but
unfortunately, he didn’t indulge my silent wishes. Instead, he climbed onto the
bed and began slowly working my panties, which consisted of a tiny scrap of
silk material, down my legs and past my high heels.

I was breathing heavily now, wild with
anticipation. Tyler opened my legs, climbing between them, and watched me while
I squirmed with need in front of him. He paused long enough that I whimpered in
frustration, but then his mouth descended slowly and ravaged me.

I had suppressed months of pent up lust
and naughty fantasies, so now, Tyler’s intimate kiss was quickly undoing every
last vestige of control. I clutched wildly at the bed sheets as his tongue
circled my clit over and over before it plunged into my juicy center. This was
not a slow and leisurely build to pleasure, but a quick, explosive and very turbulent
ride of pure intense pleasure. I was hurtling towards release and there was no
way to stop it or even slow it down.

My head thrashed against the pillow as
Tyler began pushing harder and faster against me with his tongue. As my soft
moans increased in volume, he increased the intensity of his ministrations.

I could hold back no longer. It wasn’t a
choice. Tyler was pressing against my swollen clit, moving his tongue over and
inside me faster and rougher. I had risen higher and faster than I had ever
before, and when his mouth sucked against my sex, my hips jerked in reaction. I
let out a warbled whimper as my body exploded in climax.

My muscles clenched and spasmed in
pleasure; it felt like a ton of fireworks had just been set off inside my body.
It took me at least a minute to regain my equilibrium and even remember where I
was.

I opened my eyes to see that Tyler had
taken off his shirt and was smiling lazily, looking quite satisfied with
himself. Oh God, I wanted so much more from him. I wanted to feel his skin
against mine. I wanted to run my hands all over him. I wanted to feel him
inside me, possessing me.

He reached out his hand and traced a
circle on my belly with the tip of his finger. I wanted to drag him to me, but
I lay still, shivering as his finger slowly traced a pattern up to my breast. A
dull ache throbbed in my core. When his fingers pinched my hardened nipple, I
felt a shock of desire. I watched, mesmerized, as his finger traced a path to
the other breast. By the time his fingers arrived at my other breast, I was
whimpering for relief. I needed him again, already. As his finger slowly
circled my nipple, I pushed my breast towards his hand. Finally, I was
rewarded. Not with a pinch, but by his mouth.

Tyler’s tongue flicked over my taut bud
before he nipped it tenderly with his teeth. My soft whimpers turned to louder
moans when he moved to the other breast and took it into his mouth. He sucked
gently as his hand slid over my breast and his fingers tweaked my nipple with a
steady pressure.

I writhed under his touch when the slow
ache that had started to build in my center grew more demanding with every
touch. I was desperate to feel Tyler's fingers stroking my clit and his cock
filling my pussy. My hips pressed against his outstretched body, instinctively
seeking relief.

Mercifully, I felt his hand skimming down
my hip and heading towards my thrumming center. My hands anchored on his broad
shoulders as his fingers gently whispered over my mound before sliding through
my quivering slit.

When his finger plunged into my slickened
core, I gasped his name, “Tyler!” His finger eased in and out of me slowly. I
pushed against his hand demanding more as I sensed a new urgency building. Still
his fingers patiently stroked my pussy and endlessly rubbed at my swollen and
sensitive clit until I felt a flood of warm moisture answer his endless
thrusts. As my movements grew more frantic, thrashing against his penetrating
fingers, Tyler slid another finger into my pussy and rubbed against my walls. A
strangled whimper escaped from my lips as he found my g-spot and teasingly
massaged it. A white-hot intensity flashed in my core, building the pressure to
unbearable heights.

My fingernails dug into his skin while his
finger rubbed my secret spot, his thumb teasing my clit, his lips tugging on my
breast. I was hopeless to resist. My orgasm was quick and powerful, a flood of
molten juices released in a gush as I reached a state of rapturous pleasure.

I’m not sure how long I remained in that
blissful state, but when once again, I finally became aware of my surroundings,
Tyler was off the bed and stripping off his pants. My limbs were paralyzed, entirely
unusable. It felt like every last bit of sexual pleasure had already been
completely wrung from me.

I took in the magnificent sight of him
unclothed, from his perfect body to his sexy tattoos. In that moment I needed
him so much, it felt like I need him to keep myself breathing. My dreamy haze
started to wear off enough to notice almost dispassionately that he was rolling
a condom onto his cock. For the first time in my life I was too addled to think
responsibly. My brain was mush. Pure lust was driving my actions. My body was
already buzzing with the knowledge of what was to come next.
Good thing one
of us was being responsible.

A thrill of excitement shot to my belly
as he climbed back onto the bed. I reached for him and pulled him against me.
My arms circled around him, keeping him close. I loved feeling his body against
mine, his warm skin pressed up against my own. When his lips found my own, my
stomach fluttered. I was amazed that such a sweet kiss could cause my stomach
to flutter, even after being reminded of the erotic intimacy we had just shared
when I tasted the essence of my sex on his lips.

Tyler pulled away from my lips with a
sexy growl. He nudged my legs open and settled in between them, watching me the
whole time. My heart beat faster as I watched his cock get closer to my
throbbing pussy. When the waiting grew unbearable, I wrapped my legs around his
waist, silently begging him to fill me.

One hand guided his cock toward the
opening of my pussy, while the other slid under my bottom. His hands supported
me as he lifted my hips and then thrust into my center with one swift motion. I
gasped at the sensation, hardly believing the sweet piercing jolt of pleasure
that shot through me. My own juices already had me well lubricated, so that the
sensation of Tyler’s cock filling me was breathtaking. I didn't have time to
revel in the incredible feeling though, because Tyler had lifted my hips and slowly
sunk into me yet again.

His movements were deliberate and slow.
My legs squeezed tightly around his waist as my hips met his every thrust. He
watched me intently. He wasn’t concentrating on himself; he was completely
focused on me. He hadn’t said a word this whole time, but he didn’t need to
talk. I could feel the connection between us; it was palpable. This was more
than just sex. He was looking into my eyes.
Looking into my soul
. I was
lost. This was deeper than just one night of blissful sex; we had connected
emotionally. I could feel it in my heart and it was a pure and true emotion,
not fanciful. This was real. And I was sure I saw the same knowledge burning in
his eyes, too.