Rockalicious (2 page)

'Are you out of
your mind?' she breaks away from him, breaking his spell on her.
'You really are an asshole, Jackson.' she says, her voice quiet but
stern.

'Yeah, so
people keep telling me that all the time. Listen, I'm sorry if I
misunderstood the signs.' he says, brushing through his hair with
both hands in agony.

'What signs are
you even talking about?' she asks, just as confused.

'Well, I don't
know, let me think. Maybe that you always open your door nearly
naked?' he points at her short to prove his point.

'Says that the
man whose clothes don't let much to imagination?' she answers,
pointing at his cut off shirt that barely covers his chest and his
tight pants.

'What about
your thigh that just brushed mine a few minutes ago? Happens way
too often to be an accident.' his voice’s dangerously deepening as
their argument is getting more and more heated.

'God, you think
so much of yourself!' she nearly screams at him and stands up to
leave.

'Oh really?' he
grabs her upper arm with force. 'I know how you look at me when you
think I'm not paying attention. I know the jealous expression on
your face everytime you see a girl leaving my room. I can feel you
eye-fucking me everytime you watch me perform on stage.' he says,
looking deep into her eyes. 'You bloody want me. You can deny it if
that helps you sleep better at night, but you're going to end up in
my bed sooner or later. Want it or not.' he finishes and lets go of
her arm, sitting back into his chair, turning away from her. Helps
her sleep better at night, huh? The irony isn’t lost on her just
yet.

Much to his
surprise, a moment later he finds her right in front of him,
straddling his thighs, placing herself onto his lap. ‘You’re right,
I do indeed want you.’ she says and a satisfied look instantly
lights up his face. ‘That doesn’t change the fact that you’re an
asshole.’ she adds with a weak smile before she puts her arms
around his neck and kisses him. ‘You know…’ leaving his lips, she
plants open-mouthed kisses along his jaw. ‘You are still my boss…’
she breathes into his neck. ‘Which means…’ her voice is barely more
than a whisper. ‘This is sexual harassment…’ she says, catching his
earlobe between her teeth, turning his chuckle into a deep
moan.

'Oh really? I
guess I’ll have to fire you then.' he says, grabbing a fistful of
her hair, kissing her more forcefully this time. She pulls his
shirt over his head and runs her hands down to his perfect abs then
back to his toned chest, exploring every inch of his smooth skin.
He watches her with slightly parted lips, breathing heavily, his
hands wandering under her T-shirt. Her hands make their way down to
his pants, tracing the veins right above the waistband. He grabs
her ass, pulling her closer to him and she can feel his hardness
growing beneath her as she unbuttons his pants, the effect she has
on him making her bold, she starts to slowly move up and down his
lap.

'Don't play
with me.' he groans, trying to hold her steady by the waist. 'I'm
almost naked, it's your turn. And about the role play you have
mentioned earlier…' he says between two kisses. 'I have always
liked the idea of watching my assistant strip for me.' he adds with
a cheeky smile, leaning back in his seat, indicating that he's
ready for the show. 'Lose your clothes.' his voice is quite
demanding. She stands up intentionally slowly and takes a step back
so he can have a good view of her whole figure. She turns around
and with her back to him, slowly pulls up her shirt and takes it
off. He doesn't say a word but she can feel his eyes on her body.
Still not facing him, she pulls her short down too and steps out of
it. 'Turn around.' he says and she can hear the zipper of his
pants. She leans down first, picking up her clothes from the floor
just to show him what he’s about to get, her thong covering
basically nothing.

'Fuck… You're
perfect, just as I imagined.' he murmurs to himself when she turns
back to face him. 'Now get rid of that too.' he says as his eyes
are wandering on her body, clearly impatient to see her naked.

'As you wish,
boss.' she says playfully, unhooking her bra and slipping it slowly
off her shoulders. He takes a deep breath like he’s trying to hold
on to the last shred of his self control. Watching his reaction,
she gently grabs her breasts then slides her hands down her flat
belly to the straps of her thong. Slipping it off of her lean legs,
she lets it fall to the floor to the rest of her clothes.

'What else can
I do for you, boss?' she asks, taking a step towards him, placing a
feet next to his side on the seat, exposing herself completely to
him. Just when she’s about to wonder how much longer can he
possibly hold himself back, he suddenly stands up and lifts her off
the ground, making her squeal in surprise. He walks to the nearest
table with her, holding her with one hand, and sweeps everything
down to the floor with the other.

'I told you not
to play with me, didn't I?' he asks, his eyes dark with lust.
Before she could take a breath to answer, he kisses her hungrily,
his hands are all over her body. He grabs her thighs and forces
them wide open, pushing himself against her, the feeling of his now
rock hard cock so close to where she wants him makes her moan
shamelessly.

'I can feel
through my pants how wet you are for me.' he whispers to her ear
before gripping the waistband of both his pants and boxers, letting
them fall down to around his ankles. 'And I want to taste you so
badly…' he says, running two fingers over the whole length of her
pussy, then taking them into his mouth, sucking them clean. 'Delish
but I need to be inside of you, right now.' he says, kissing her
hard, making her taste herself on his tongue.

Placing the
head of his cock to her entrance, he pushes himself inside of her
with one sudden thrust, making both of them cry out loud. He sets a
slow pace, giving her time to adjust to his size, his thumb
circling her sensitive clit while his other hand is around her
neck, pulling her close for passionate kisses. When she moves her
hips to meet his thrusts, he starts a steady rhythm, pushing
himself deeper and deeper inside of her. Their loud moans and skin
meeting skin fill the room, their bodies are glistening with sweat
as they push each other closer to gratification.

'You feel so
fucking good.' he breathes into her mouth, resting her forehead on
hers while the moves of his hips are getting out of control. Unable
to answer, she digs her nails into his ass, making him groan,
forcing him to go even harder, faster, stronger. They kiss and bite
each other's skin wherever they can, both of them are so close to
oblivion. He suddenly pulls out of her, grabbing one of her legs,
he places it over his shoulder and fills her up once again in no
time.

'Fuck…' they
mumble together, this angle giving both of them even more pleasure.
She can feel him push deeper inside of her, every thrust of his
hitting her spot, making her scream his name. She can feel him
being close too, his mouth wide open in ecstasy, his perfect body
shuddering. As she feels the first waves of orgasm washing over her
body, she clenches her inner muscles around his throbbing cock,
making him throw his head back with a deep growl and fuck her as
hard as humanly possible. Pushed over the edge, her whole body is
shaking, incomprehensible words leaving her lips as she rides out
her orgasm. As her muscles are tightening around him, she can see
his body tensing up too and with one last thrust, he fills her up
with his hot seed, an animalistic growl leaving his mouth as he
comes.

Out of breath,
he lets go of her leg and leans in to kiss her before resting his
upper body on hers, burying his face into her shoulder. Both of
them still panting, their sweat-soaked skin hot against each other.
She runs a hand through his hair, smiling weakly as she thinks
about how comfortable his weight feels on top of her.

‘What?’ he
asks, not even lifting his head up. ‘I can feel you smiling.’ he
murmurs.

‘I’m just
thinking about why the fuck haven’t we done this before?!’ she
asks, making both of them burst out laughing.

‘Well, how was
I supposed to know you’re this good? I’d have done it right in the
moment you arrived at the job interview.’ he says, kissing into her
neck.

‘Oh really? And
I thought you know everything… Boss…’ she says, stressing the last
word.

‘Okay, stop
that now.’ he smiles, biting into her neck where he has just kissed
her. ‘Or you might get punished.’ he says before rising up to kiss
her.

’And really,
sweeping the table clean? Classic.’ she giggles into their kiss
until he pinches her nipple hard.

’Nah why, it
was an old fantasy of mine and I got caught up in the heat of the
moment.’

’Well, boss.
Pleasing you pleases me. That’s why you’re paying me, isn’t it? Oh
God, that totally makes me a hooker!’

’Shut. Up.’ he
rolls his eyes and kisses her to keep her quiet.

*****

She’s late as
always. The first major assignment from her new agency and she’s
late. So. Fucking. Typical. Nervously glancing at her watch, she
enters the building and hurries to the elevator, her quick steps
echoing even in the busy hall.
’If they fire you already, they
are doing it fucking right.’
she murmurs to herself and pushes
the button to the 5th floor. When the elevator stops, she jumps out
and runs to the studio’s door as fast as her 4-inch heels allow her
to.

‘Excuse me?!’
she asks the first person she runs into ‘Hi. Could you help me
please? I’m here for the 3 PM photoshoot.’

‘Oh hello, you
must be Alex!’ the woman offers her hand and she shakes it. ‘We
have been waiting for you.’

‘I’m so sorry
I’m late but…’

‘Don’t worry
about it, honey, Jackson isn’t here yet either. Elegantly late as
ever. I’m Lisa by the way, I’ll be your makeup artist today. Let me
show you to your dressing room so you can get ready for the
shoot.’

As Alex follows
her, they walk past the busy set, including only a couch, a table,
and a chair as furniture. She doesn’t have time to wonder about the
why because Lisa leads her to the back of the studio and opens a
door with her name written on it. Right next to the one that says
Jackson Harding.

‘Here we go.
You can find the lingerie, stockings and shoes you’ll wear right
there along with everything else you might need. Just let me know
when you’re ready, I’ll be right back to fix your makeup.’ and with
that she’s gone.

She puts her
purse on the dressing table and takes off her coat.
‘Did she say
lingerie?’
she picks up the tiny pieces of clothing and
examines them carefully.
‘What the…?’

On the pictures
she has seen of this commercial so far, Jackson was in a suit,
fully clothed. She’d have never thought that she had to do this
photoshoot half naked.
’Okay, you can do this. You’re a
professional, for God’s sake!’
As a model she can’t be shy in
front of the camera, no matter what’s she wearing if she wants to
be successful. Or in this case, no matter what she’s not wearing.
This job is just too important for her career. And she has to
admit, Jackson Harding is one hot piece of ass. She couldn’t
believe her luck when her agent told her that she’s going to work
with him. Once they are on set, she will probably be more
distracted by him than by her lack of clothes.

She quickly
gets rid of her clothes and puts the lingerie on, ditching her
skinny jeans and tank top for the tiny lace masterpiece. Maybe it
doesn’t cover much but at least it’s comfortable and fits her
curves perfectly. When she’s done and looks at herself in the floor
to ceiling mirror, she’s pretty satisfied with what she sees. The
leather high heels make her long legs look even longer, the black
lace lingerie and the stockings hug her body at all the right
places.

As she’s
standing in front of the mirror, she hears a little knock, the door
opens and Lisa’s head pops up. ‘Wow, you look amazing. I’ll be here
in a minute with my stuff and I’ll tell the hairdresser that you’re
ready for us. While I’m gone someone wants to say…’

‘Hi.’ he says
and comes out from the shadows of the hall, taking a step inside
the room.

‘Okay guys, you
two introduce yourselves, I’ll be back in a minute.’ and with that
Lisa is gone again, leaving them alone.

‘Hey, I’m… Oh
shit!’ she squeals when she realizes that she’s barely wearing any
clothes. ‘Uhm, I’m…’ she grabs a bathrobe from the chair and covers
herself up but doesn’t bother tie it up. She closes the distance
between them and shakes his offered hand with her slightly shaking
one.

‘I’m Jackson
but call me Jax. Nice to meet you.’ he says with a half smirk and
wouldn’t let go of her hand while he’s staring at her body
appreciatively. She can tell from the way he’s eye-fucking her that
his mind is racing with rather inappropriate thoughts than
professional ones.

‘I’m Alex and
it is nice, indeed. But just to let you know, Jax…’ she snaps her
fingers at him to get his attention. ’My eyes are right here.’ she
points at them for emphasis. ‘Not here.’ then at her boobs, the
very ones he doesn’t seem to be able to look away from.

‘Sorry about
that.’ he says, looking her in the eyes, giving her a roguish
smile. ‘I couldn’t help myself, you are really…’

'Come on, my
shining stars! Enough of the polite chit-chat, it's time to get
some work done.' says Lisa as she comes back with another woman by
her side, cutting Jax off, whatever it was he wanted to say. 'Sit,
sit, sit.' she grabs Alex's hand, breaking her away from Jackson's
touch. She sits down and both women start to work on her
immediately. 'Jackson!' Lisa stops for a second to snap at him.