My Rock (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #1) (6 page)

His right hand breast and reached around behind me.
I thought he was going to unhook my bra, but instead he pushed a button on
something behind me; suddenly, soft music beats were floating through the room.
I realized after a few seconds that it was one of his old CD’s. I had the very
one and played it until it was actually warped.

Somewhere beneath the lacy bra, his hand was caressing
me. Electricity flowed through my body as I traced the side of his face with my
hand, ending up with it tangled in his hair. I gripped it fiercely and that
seemed to excite him. It excited me; I’d always loved his hair. He broke away
from my neck and pulled me up on his lap. That wasn’t all that surprising
except he turned me facing away from him. I could feel him unhook my bra and I
let it fall off my arms and down to the floor.

He grabbed my breasts with both hands and once again
buried his face in my neck. I arched my back, pressing my nipples forward even
further as he grasped and began to pinch and twist them. I was moaning and I
could feel my legs trembling.

He let one of his hands slide down and began to run
it along the tops of my thighs. Even through my jeans, I could feel the heat of
his hand as he slid it up and began to caress my aching core between my legs.
My breathing was already coming in slow gasps as I felt his hand travel up
further and unbutton and unzip my jeans. Both my mind and my breathing stopped
and time stood still as I felt his hand slide down inside of them, making
contact with my warm, tingly flesh. I was cursing my own choice of the tight
jeans as I felt him try to wiggle his hand down further. He was able to manage
it and suddenly I felt a single finger slip under my skimpy panties and press
against my warm, wet depths.

I was moaning and panting, grinding my hips down
against his hand towards his finger. He continued to work it in smooth circles
across my swollen lips, casually dragging it across the hood of my engorged
clit every so often, causing convulsive shivers to rip through my body. I began
struggling more fitfully; I wanted his finger inside of me. He seemed to be
content to tease, and while his hand did that, his lips and teeth explored the
flesh on my shoulder. I shuddered to think how he got so good at all of that,
but damn it was nice!

The slow and constant pressure of one finger on my
clit and the other moving back and forth pinching and teasing my excited nipples
was already leading me towards an explosive orgasm. Just about the time I was
ready to explode, he pulled his finger away leaving me shaking. I heard my body
let out a little squeak or a whimper as he picked me up by the waist and moved
me off his lap onto the couch.

“Take off your jeans,” he said. It wasn’t a request,
it was a demand and I didn’t question it. I was in submissive mode and I liked
it. I had to wiggle out of the tight jeans and my little panties slipped down
over my thighs along with them. I looked at him looking at me, and the way he
devoured my body with his eyes caused me to shiver. My heart was racing; I felt
an addicting burst of adrenaline pump through my body. It was so exciting and I
wanted him inside of me so bad. He reached up and took me by the arms, lowering
my body back down to the couch. He sat me down and then he slipped down to his
knees, parting my legs with his arms as he looked up at me and grinned. That
smile was intoxicating; even all those years later, it was easy to see how he’d
won over millions of young girls.

I shivered again, just before his tongue found my
engorged clit and began to flick it, furiously. I heard myself moaning, but
would have never guessed those sounds were coming out of my throat if I hadn’t known
it to be true. He slowed down all of a sudden and began encircling it with his
tongue. Then he nibbled on it, just a little nip that sent a shock wave through
my whole body causing me to writhe across his couch. I guess I should have
worried about what was on that couch, or had been on it before; at that moment,
it was the furthest thing from my mind.

If nothing else, the sounds I was making seemed to
spur him on and heightened his urgency. He used his hand to separate my lips
and then drove his tongue inside of me. Goddamn he was good at that! He moved
it in and out a few times before pulling it out and sucking my clit into his
mouth. As if they had a mind of their own, my hips rose up off the couch while
my hand white-knuckled the armrest. My breathing at that point was nothing more
than ragged gasps. The soft sounds of him singing in the background while I
watched him eat my pussy only served to increase my enthusiasm, and as he slid
a finger inside of me, I thought I felt something explode inside of my head.

I was wiggling around so much that he had to place a
hand on my thigh to keep me still. Meanwhile he added another finger to my
pussy and I could feel the muscles in my leg tense underneath his warm palm.
His fingers pumped vigorously in and out of me as he looked up to watch my
face.

He replaced his tongue on my clit with his thumb. My
eyes were half closed, but I could see him watching me still. Wanting to give
him something more to watch, I took my own breasts in my hands and began to
pinch and pull at the engorged nipples while I bit at my bottom lip to keep
myself from screaming at the ecstasy I felt from Tristan’s finger fucking me
wildly. I was bucking my hips up and down and grinding hard against his hand. I
wanted more—I wanted his hot cock inside of me, the way it was that night he
had me pushed up against the wall.

He put his tongue back on my clit and sucked it into
his mouth, using his tongue to flick the nub as his fingers continued their
assault. It was the most incredible sensation, and as I felt the orgasm taking
hold of my body, I opened my legs wider. This allowed him even better access to
push his fingers in harder and faster, fucking me with an expertise that I
didn’t think most men had with their hands. It was like he knew exactly where
to touch and although I’m not
lesbian,
I’d heard that
was the best part of being with another woman. Somehow, Tristan had learned the
secret and as I reached my peak, I had to pull my thighs together all of a
sudden. His head
was trapped
between them as if in a
vice and I arched my back and opened my mouth.

I heard myself saying, “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh
fuck, Tristan!” I wasn’t usually loud when it came to sex, usually. Something
about the things he did to me made me want to scream and not give a fuck if the
whole world heard me.

Tristan didn’t stop what he was doing. He didn’t
even slow down. My whole body tensed, each muscle felt hardened like stone as
the orgasm washed through me.
I
felt myself gush hot
juices all over his hand, and that was when he’d finally slowed down and then
gently pulled his fingers out. I felt empty and I instantly wanted them back.

He grinned at me again as I repeated, “Oh my god!”

Tristan stood up and I pulled my numb body back up
to a sitting position. I was shaking so hard that I could barely move my hands,
but I wanted his cock so I fumbled with the buttons on his jeans for a few
seconds. He finally got impatient and undid them for me and let them drop to
the ground around his ankles. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his hot,
throbbing cock.

Standing up as I stroked it gently I told him, “Sit
down.”

Tristan grabbed the back of my head and kissed me
first, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth, allowing me to taste myself. It
gave me a head rush, and when he finally let go and sat down, it took me a few
seconds to remember what I’d been trying to do.

I looked down and saw that he had his cock in his
hand. I wanted some of that, so I dropped down to my knees and arching my back
so my ass stuck out far enough for him to see it, I licked the length of his
cock while looking up into his face the whole time. The look of blatant arousal
in his eyes encouraged me. I sucked the tip of it into my mouth and I heard his
sharp intake of breath as I used my tongue to circle the head of it. Then all
at once, I engulfed the rest, raking my fingernails softly along the insides of
his thighs as I did. I reached underneath and cupped his balls in my hand,
massaging them as I moved the length of his cock in and out of my mouth. I let
it hit the back of my throat before licking the shaft and pulling my mouth back
up towards the head. Tristan was moaning, and he had his hands wrapped up in my
long hair, tugging at my head and moving his hips back and forth.

I looked up at him again. He had his eyes closed and
looked to be intent on nothing but fucking my mouth. I let him control the
motions, gripping him tightly with one hand while I continued to let it slide
in and out of my mouth. I raked my tongue along the bottom side of the shaft of
his cock each time he pulled it out. I could feel his balls tightening in my
hand and Tristan began pulling harder on my hair. I knew he was close to
cumming
.

I didn’t know if I should keep going or not, but he
answered that question by grabbing my arms and pulling me back up into his lap.
He sat me on top of his hard cock and sucked one of my breasts into his mouth
as we ground our hips against each other. He suddenly let my breast go and
kissed my mouth forcefully. I could feel his hand reaching for his dick and I
knew where he was going with it.

I wanted it there, inside of me so badly, but enough
of my brain was working that I knew Susie had been right. I wanted him to wrap
it before he checked my fluids, or whatever it was she had said.
 

“Condom?”
I breathed out. I don’t think I had enough air to form a complete sentence.

He jerked his head to the side and I looked over and
saw a little cup on the end table that was full of colored circles. I didn’t
let myself think about why he needed so many of them; instead, I was grateful
he had them and used them. I opened one and he took it from me, slipping it on
with one hand like a pro before taking his cock and, at last, guiding it into
my pussy.
 

We both let out a gasp; fireworks were exploding
inside my head. I heard him groan as I began moving my hips up and down and
then around in a circular motion. I loved the way he filled me up, the way it
felt to move sideways, and to feel him move with me. I leaned back and put my
hands on his muscular thighs. As I gently rode his cock, his hands roamed my
body. He was a master at this, and if he’d wanted to, he could have become a
professional gigolo. My mind once again began to wander towards how one gets so
good at something, but then he groped my breasts again, and my mind was blank
once more. He pinched my nipples hard, then ran his hand down between my legs,
and nearly drove me crazy playing with my clit as his cock moved in and out of
me.

Tristan suddenly stopped and said, “Stand up.” I
didn’t want to. I didn’t want to take his cock out of me. I twisted my face
into a pout and he whispered, “I want you in the bed,” when he saw the look of
reluctance there.

Against my will, I moved gently off him, watching
his dick fall out of me as I struggled to my feet. My knees were weak and my
thighs were quivering. I wasn’t sure if I could even walk. Tristan put his arms
around me from behind and nudged me into the bedroom. He used his arm to sweep
a pile of laundry off the bed and then he laid me back on it. It smelled even
more like weed in there, and I’d probably be high just from inhaling the fumes.
At that moment, I didn’t care. Taking my ankles in his hands and placing one on
each of his shoulders he let his cock plunge inside of me, driving it into my
depths.

I let out a little cry of shock and then I moaned
loudly as he took control. His face looked intense as he pushed and pulled
himself in and out of my sopping, wet pussy. It was almost as erotic watching
him as it was feeling him…almost.

“Rub your clit,” he grunted out as our hips ground
against each other. I didn’t argue. I had no desire to refuse anything he
suggested. I slid my hand down between us and put my fingers on my swollen
nub.
 
He slid his arm underneath me to
hold my hips up further off the bed as he fucked me and I rubbed my most
sensitive area.

Suddenly, he pulled out and my eyes flew open to
search his face for an answer. He grinned and said, “We’re not even halfway
there babe.” It was the name of a song on one of his albums, and for some silly
reason, it caused me to become even more excited. It reminded me that I was
fucking Tristan Rogers from the
Uptown
Boyz
. I felt fifteen again.

He pulled my legs over to the side and then flipped
me over on my stomach. I felt him run his hands across my ass, grabbing my
cheeks and squeezing tightly. His cock was brushing against me and I tried to
wiggle my hips and catch it. I wanted it back inside of me.

He lifted my hips off the bed. Then he pressed his
cock against the lips of my pussy and sunk his cock back deep inside of me,
hitting bottom as he began to fuck me slowly. He reached around and began
manipulating my clit as he did. I think that was what was so amazing about sex
with Tristan. It was like he knew how amazing it felt when he touched me there.

I began to groan and as the sounds I was making increased
in volume, Tristan began to pump harder and faster. I was just about to cum
when he pulled out again. I cried out in frustration and, when I realized what
he was doing, I almost cried out for another reason altogether.