Rock Stars Do It Forever (3 page)

He gasped raggedly, then ground out the warning: “I can’t…I can’t hold it back. Goddammit…
fuck
.” He clawed his fingers with crushing force into the denim and muscle of her ass, squeezing so hard she gasped. “I’m gonna come, Jamie. Right now.”

She sank quickly to her knees and took him in her mouth, one hand stroking his cock at the base, the other cupping his balls, middle finger pressing against his taint and massing the muscle there. She sucked hard, taking him deep. Chase came with a soft grunt, fisting his hands in her soft curls, holding her but not pushing at her. She drew him out of her mouth to lick his tip, then sucked him deep again as his muscles clenched once more, releasing a second stream into her mouth. She was grinding her fist on his base in a furious rhythm, drawing his orgasm to a wild frenzy, her finger pressing against his taint and spurring him to a third spasm, her mouth bobbing on him, taking him deep and then backing away.
 

As he shot the last of his seed into her mouth, the elevator came to an unexpected stop on the fifth floor, the bell dinging and the doors sliding open. Jamie jumped to her feet at the
ding
of the bell, tugging his pants up. She pressed Chase into the corner, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face against his cheek, shielding his still-throbbing cock from the view of the elderly couple who got onto the elevator with them.

Chase heard her giggling, then heard her swallow and giggle again, her shoulders shaking. Her hands were cupping the back of his head, stroking his stubble, her breath huffing on his ear.

“You came
a lot
,” she whispered, her voice so quiet as to be barely audible.

“I can’t believe you did that,” he said, his voice equally low.

The couple in front of them were whispering to each other as well, muttering and casting disapproving, disgusted glances at Chase and Jamie.

“I told you I needed you,” Jamie whispered. “And I still do. That was…just a taste.”

Chase chuckled helplessly at her turn of phrase. “Well, you did get quite a taste.”

“You taste so good,” Jamie said. “And your cock…it’s perfect.”

“Think we could get away with me tasting
you
on the elevator?”

Jamie laughed. “Maybe if I was wearing a skirt.”

“You mean I have to wait?”

“Only a few more seconds.”

The elevator dinged again, letting them off on their floor. As they exited, Chase still pressed against Jamie’s front, they heard the man on the elevator mumble, “Damn kids. Smells like sex in here.”

They broke into laughter as the doors closed. Their room was only a few feet away from the elevators, and as Chase reached past Jamie to slide the keycard into the slot, Jamie tilted her head back to whisper in Chase’s ear.
 

“I need you inside me.” She reached back and stroked a finger against his soft shaft, causing him to twitch and harden. “Hurry up and get the door open.”

Chase was fumbling, inserting the key and pulling it out either too fast or too slow so the light wouldn’t switch from red to green. Finally, after a few muttered curses, he got it open, and they stumbled into the darkened room. The door snicked closed, and Chase flipped on a light.

He stopped, pants unzipped and unbuttoned, his cock thickening in anticipation as he watched Jamie turn in place to face him, a hungry look in her eyes. She licked her lips, breasts heaving as she sucked in several deep, steadying breaths. She bit her lower lip, then crossed her arms and peeled her shirt off, revealing her full, ivory breasts pushed up in a violently purple front-clasp bra.
 

Chase felt his cock twitch and grow harder, and Jamie’s eyes flicked down to it, a grin spreading across her face.
 

“I didn’t really get to see it before,” she said. “It’s so pretty.”

Chase glanced down at himself, then back to her. “If you say so.” He took a step toward her, then another, stretching out a hand to caress her waist. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, Jamie. You take my breath away. I get hard just looking at you. You’re incredible. You’re perfect.”

Jamie shook her head, ducking her face to glance at the carpeting. “No. But I’m glad you think so.”

“You are. You’re perfect. Not just perfect to me, but actually perfect.” He stepped closer yet, and his naked cock pressed hot against her warm, silk-soft belly.

“Perfect? I’m not, I’m—”

Chase shut her up with a kiss, a deep, endless, claiming of her mouth. She melted into him, digging her fingers against his back and pushing his T-shirt up, breaking apart to rip the cotton away and toss it aside before reclaiming his mouth with hers. Her hunger for him made Chase dizzy, wild with disbelief, breathless with anticipation.
 

She explored his body with her hands, roaming from his bare shoulders to his chest, his back to his stomach, scrubbing her palms over his bald scalp in a now-familiar gesture of affection that had Chase’s heart seizing.

Jamie pushed his pants down, sinking to her knees and brushing his torso with hot kisses as he did so, then caressing his leg with her hand and lifting his foot from the leather, peeling it off one leg at a time, kissing each thigh as it was bared. Chase tried to lift her to her feet, uncomfortable with the kind of attention she was paying to him, overwhelmed by the sheer potency of the emotions she was displaying. She cupped his balls in both hands, pressing kisses to his belly, his thigh, the crease of his leg beside his sack, then touched her lips to his shaft. He gasped, and she turned her face sideways to take his length in her mouth, sliding her wet lips across his skin, tongue tasting his flesh. She wasn’t giving him oral sex, he realized. She was kissing him, arousing him, showing desire for him. As if he needed further arousal.

He pulled away from her forcefully, feeling himself rising yet again.
Not this time
, he thought
. This time is about her.

He pulled her to her feet, captured both of her wrists in one of his hands. “My turn,” he said.

She let her hands go limp, stood straight, lifting her chin and gazing at him, cool and collected. “Touch me, please,” she said.

*
 
*
 
*

Jamie’s heart was pounding in her chest. She had the taste of Chase in her mouth, the musk of his seed from the elevator, the salt of his skin. She couldn’t put words to what she was feeling in that moment. Desire, need…these weren’t strong enough. She hadn’t meant to go down on him in the elevator. She’d just been unable to resist touching him in the street, or in front of the concierge, and then when they were alone in the elevator, she’d simply had to feel his skin in her hands, feel his huge cock fill her fists. And then she’d realized how close he was. She then simply
had
to feel him come, had to taste him. His cock felt so perfect in her hands, filling both hands and spilling over the top of her uppermost fist. She knew there might be cameras watching, knew someone could get on the elevator with them at any moment, but she didn’t care. If he’d stripped her naked and banged her up against the elevator wall, she wouldn’t have cared. Nothing mattered in the moment but Chase, nothing but his skin and his heat and his body and his heart, his emotions so potent and completely bared on his face, in his eyes.
 

She’d tasted him, taken him in her mouth, swallowed him, caressed him and brought him to completion, felt his seed fill her mouth, hot and salty and thick, felt his tip touch the back of her throat, felt his balls seize and clench, and she’d taken more, wanting all of him.

And now she stood in front of him, vulnerable, letting her love show in her eyes, nearly naked and shivering with need. Except…what she felt was so far past a paltry word like “need.” Every atom in her body was vibrating with desire for him, with the blood-hot need to feel his hands on her bare skin, his lips on her body, his thickness filling her.
 

She stood stone-still, shirtless, breath coming in slow, deep gasps, waiting. His eyes were dark and hooded, his chest rising and falling with his desperate breathing. He was naked, gloriously nude, bared for her perusal. She openly stared at him, taking in his thick arms scribed with tattoos, his hands curling into fists and releasing at his sides, his narrow waist and hard, round ass, his proudly jutting cock, huge and thick and dark, purple-veined and heavy. His thighs were thick and hard, too, quadriceps cut and defined. His bald scalp was beaded with dots of sweat, and one drop trailed down his cheek. Why was he sweating? It was cold in the hotel room, and he was naked.
 

She forced herself into stillness, wanting to rush over to him, press her body against his and beg him to put his hands on her, his cock inside her, his mouth on her. She’d already asked him to touch her, and now she would wait for him to do so in his way, in his time.
 

Her hands trembled. She’d tasted him, touched him, given away her feelings. She’d given herself over to him, knowing there was never any going back now. That kiss on the street had done her in. She was his now, for better or worse.
 

Jamie swallowed hard past the lump in her throat. He wasn’t moving, wasn’t doing anything but staring at her, his gaze suddenly inscrutable. His hands tightened into fists at his sides, and his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing.
 

Suddenly, fear shot through her. Maybe…
god, no.
Maybe since she’d gotten him off, he was done with her. Maybe all he’d wanted was a cheap thrill, and the rest of it had been a game. Maybe he was about to walk away. He was tensed, hard, almost shut down.

“Chase?” She couldn’t help his name from escaping her lips. “I…” One of her hands reached for him, then dropped to her side again. “Was this not what you—”

He crossed the space between them with one bound, lips crushing against hers, his hands curling around her waist and pulling her body flush with his. His cock was a hard rod between them, thick and hot against her bare belly.
 

“I love you so much it hurts,” he whispered.
 

Jamie’s soul clenched. “What?”

“You heard me. I…you’re so beautiful. So perfect. You’re really here? With me? You’re not going to leave again?” His face twisted, and his voice was low and hard. “I need you. Now. Always.”

Jamie caressed his spine, then clutched the cool muscle of his ass. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said. “I’m here. I’m waiting for you to make love to me. Please, Chase. Is that what you’re waiting for? Me to beg you? Please, Chase.
Please
make love to me.”

Chase’s eyes blazed. “I should be the one begging you. I
am
begging you. Let me love you.”

In answer, she reached up and unclasped the bra, pulled it off her shoulders, and dropped it to the floor next to her with a flourish. She reached for the button of her pants, but Chase stopped her.
 

“Let me,” he said, and sank to his knees in front of her.
 

She caressed his scalp as he pressed a line of fiery kisses down her stomach, then gasped as he
thankgodfinally
freed the button of her jeans, unzipped them, worked them down her hips. She wriggled her ass as he shimmied them down to her feet, then stepped out of them. When she wiggled her hips, Chase’s nostrils flared, and his mouth seemed to latch almost involuntarily onto her hipbone, his teeth nipping her skin, as if the sway of her hips drove him wild. She did it again, but this time to a rhythm, swaying side to side in his grip in a belly-dancing bounce. Chase growled, eyes sliding closed as if he couldn’t contain his desire. His fingers scraped down her spine, stiffened into talons, raking off her panties—a
 
purple thong matching her bra. She was naked then.
 

Kneeling in front of her, Chase merely gazed at her once again for several long moments, eyes raking over her full breasts to her wide, curvy hips, to her thick thighs. He reached up, traced his hand down her side, caressing the edge of her breast, then down farther to her hip. Her breath caught as his hands swept around her hips to clutch her ass, exploring the firm flesh, kneading, digging, caressing. His finger swept down the crease, and she instinctively widened her stance to allow him better access. She didn’t care where he touched her, she just wanted,
needed
, his touch. Anywhere. Everywhere. She trusted him to touch her anywhere, everywhere. He didn’t push in, but simply explored her body with his hand, caressed the weight of each cheek of her buttocks.
 

She began to breathe a little then as he kissed her belly, sucking in long, shuddering breaths. He reached up to cup her breast, merely holding its weight at first, then exploring it more thoroughly as he had her ass. She let her head tip back as he rubbed his thumb over her nipple, felt it harden under his touch. Having been settled back on his haunches, Chase now rose up to his knees and kissed the underside of one breast, then the other. Jamie felt her lungs seize again when he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking it between his lips, past his teeth. She moaned gently, and then louder when he worried the nipple in his teeth, gasped when he pinched the other nipple in his fingers. His free hand carved down her ass, down the back of her leg, then back up her thigh, along the inside now.
 

Jamie let her legs widen a bit more, and his fingers found the damp heat of her entrance. He didn’t enter her channel yet, but, as he had her breasts and ass, he merely explored at first, tracing the line of her labia, one side and then other, tickling, probing, touching. He was moving his mouth from one breast to the other now, his one hand clutching her ass, fingers of the other hand darting into the wet heat of her desire.

She smelled the musk of her arousal, potent and pungent, and then, to her mortification, she heard him sniff her, smelling her.
 

“God, Chase, don’t do that!” she said, feeling her cheeks flush. “I smell—”

“You smell incredible,” he said, cutting her off. “You smell so good. So good, I just want to…taste you, eat you.”