Claimed by the Alpha Celebrity (Rockstar Romance, Alpha Male Erotic Romance, Billionaire Romance) (The Star Struck Trilogy) (3 page)

He backed down and refocused. “Anyway, because of my reputation a lot of women won’t even allow
themselves to get close to me. The girls that come backstage are all over me... of course. But they don’t really want me. They want their celebrity. They want their fantasy of me. Not the real me. Really, they probably only want to fuck me so they can tweet about it.” He leaned back in his seat, defeated, as he let his gaze drift out the window.

As a rising journalist I’ve seen, heard and told it all, and as one of my mentors advised, I try to emotionally disengage from every bit of it. I try, but I don’t a
lways succeed. I often times wonder whether or not I’m detached enough for this business. I couldn’t tell if Christoff was manipulating me, or if he was really allowing himself to be vulnerable with me, or a little bit of both. Either way, a part of me was involuntarily buying whatever he was selling. I’m not your typical woman by any means. I can actually be quite the hard ass, but there was a little nurturing piece of me deep inside that wanted to pick up all of Christoff’s broken pieces and put them back together.

I took a breath to ask my next question, when the plane started to tremble. I always try my best to hide my fear of flying. There is no room for fear in journalism. The ‘fasten seat belt’ light came on, and I tightened my already-fastened safety
belt. It felt like an earth quake. I gripped the arm rest as the plane dropped what felt like a thousand feet but was probably only a few. My heart was racing yet again, but this time it wasn’t from titillation. I had never felt turbulence this bad. It felt like we were about to go down. I knew private jets weren’t as safe as the planes on commercial airlines, so I was beyond terrified. The plane rocked hard to the left.

“Sweet Jesus!” I exclaimed, clutching my chest.

“Are you okay?” Christoff asked with more concern than I’ve ever heard in his voice.

The plane continued rattling violently and the lights flickered. “Not really,” I admitted, trying not to scream like a teenage girl watching Friday the 13th for the first time.

“Well, if we die, at least we die in the presence of one another.”

“What? Is that supposed to make me feel better? Are you trying to write lyrics over there?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Well, wouldn’t you rather die with someone than alone?”

The plane shook hard and the lights went off comple
tely. I began shrieking uncontrollably and hyperventilating. So much for my bad ass fearless persona.

“Shhh... it’s okay, Gia... we’re okay,” Christoff said, placing his hand on my knee.

I had never heard him say my name before. It sounded nice on his lips. He took my right hand in his and squeezed. This sent a wave of calm over me despite the plane feeling like it was trying to throw us out of our seats. I reached in front of me and grabbed his free hand with mine. I squeezed his fingers tightly as if we were on a roller coaster. Now I know why they always say tragedy brings people closer. It felt like we were free falling through eternity together. Even with my eyes closed and no lights, I could feel him staring at me. I took several deep breaths. There was still turbulence, but it seemed to calm down as I lowered my heart rate with more deep breathing.

I felt him gently tug me forward. I let go of one of his hands and unfastened my safety belt. I let him guide me into his lap. I sat with my legs stretched
sideways across him and over the arm of the seat next to us. I put my arms around him as I nestled my face in the crook of his neck. His entire body felt so warm. And he had a spicy musky scent that titillated me. He wrapped both of his arms around me and squeezed. I actually felt somewhat safe, despite being thousands of feet in the air in a jet that may or may not make it back to the ground in once piece.

He ran his fingers through my hair. “Don’t be scared. I’ve got you,” he whispered in my ear.

I always had to be so tough and so focused in the cut-throat world of journalism. It felt nice to feel taken care of for once, although my own vulnerability was scaring me as much as the rough plane ride. I tried to draw strength from the fact that I could tell Christoff needed me in this moment as much as I needed him. He wasn’t as petrified as me, but I could feel his longing to really connect with another human being. I could sense his yearning to consume me, and fill the hungry void within him.

Some of the neo
n-blue lights came back on in the plane, but not all of them. There was just enough light for me to see immediately in front of me. Christoff placed his hand under my chin and guided my mouth to his. He brushed his parted lips against mine a few times, barely kissing me at first. I was trembling with anticipation. He swept my hair to the opposite shoulder and ran his tongue from my collarbone up to my ear. He took my earlobe in his mouth and nibbled. I was crawling out of my skin with temptation and excitement. I wanted him, all of him, all over me, right this very moment. He ran his fingers through my hair and breathed heavily in my ear. The warm moistness of his breath made me warm and moist down below. He opened his legs and I settled more squarely in his lap. I could feel his hardness pressed against me.

Christoff slid his hand to the base of my neck, and pressed his parted lips firmly against mine. He assertively pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I welcomed it. His hand caressed my neck as he drew me
deeper into his kiss. His mouth was warm and inviting. I massaged his tongue in return with mine. His kisses made me feel hot and ready. I instinctively rocked my hips and pressed my weight more heavily into his lap. I could feel him aching for me. His mouth withdrew from mine as he gently but firmly grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged at the roots. The tension in my scalp sent chills down my spine. He tugged my hair again so that my head was back, and my neck and cleavage were fully exposed. He kissed my neck and ran his mouth down to my chest, burying his face in my exposed bosom. He kneaded my breasts with both of his hands, and they spilled out of my dress as he feverishly kissed and licked them.

“Ooohh you’re so fucking sexy,” he growled in his hot
European accent. In one fluid motion he lifted me off his lap and laid me across the seat next to us. He stood over me and lifted my hips, so that my butt was propped up on the arm rest between us. He knelt down in the seat beside me, and assertively pushed my legs apart. He kissed my inner thighs, and used his strong, masculine hands to slide my dress up around my waist. He nuzzled the outside of my panties with his nose.

“Mmmm, I love the way you smell. It makes me so hard,” Christoff murmured as he slipp
ed his hand into his pants and rubbed his manhood. Watching him get so turned on made me wet. He took his hand out of his pants and peeled off his shirt. His body was massive. He was tall and rugged. Although he looked athletic, he didn’t have that unattractive body-builder look. His shoulders were perfectly broad and his waist wasn’t too narrow, and it wasn’t a six pack either, but it was nicely toned and masculine like the rest of him. I sat up and ran my hands all over his nicely-built torso. He assertively removed my hands from his body and gently pushed me backward so that I was lying down again. He pressed his face under my dress and tugged at my satin panties with his teeth. He got them halfway down just using his mouth and he used his hand to pull them the rest of the way down to my ankles in one powerful motion. I eagerly kicked them off to the floor.

He slowly licked the lips of my slick opening as both of his hands tightly gripped my waist. I arched my back and my heart skipped a beat every time hi
s tongue came in contact with my delicate skin. He pulled me down onto his face as he began to devour me more aggressively. I moaned with delight. He reached down and slid his finger inside of me as he licked the inner folds of my womanhood. I lifted my hips and rubbed myself in his face. He let out a hungry moan. He cupped my ass with both of his hands and he rocked me back and forth against his mouth as he squeezed me tightly. My body quivered as he flicked his tongue across my clit. He slid his hand down the back of my ass and began to finger me from behind as he continued enthusiastically licking me. I felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over me faster and faster, with each crest of ecstasy spilling over and splashing into the next.

“Holy shit!” I
gasped.

“Mmmmm” he hummed in the lowest register of his voice range as I began to climax. His voice reverberated through every fiber of my being.

“Oooooooohhhh!” I let out a breathy moan as my pleasure reached its highest peak. My orgasm came up in ripples and came back down in a warm, peaceful wave.

I sprawled out spread eagle across the seat and closed my eyes as I waited for my heart rate to return to normal. The scent of my own feminine sweetness and his musky masculinity hung heavy in the air. I began
to salivate, realizing I wanted more. It’s not just that I wanted more, but my body needed more attention and more Christoff Diemacht Hartmann. And I was itching to relieve his tension and fill his void. When I opened my eyes he was standing above me stroking his thick, hard German cock. He was rubbing himself slowly and deliberately, with an aching hunger in his gaze. I just stared for a moment, admiring the larger-than-life, ultra-masculine rock star, standing before me in all of his glory. I pulled myself into a sitting position. I don’t know if it was the changing altitude or a sensory overload, but I was light-headed. I grabbed the waistline of his already open pants and pulled him closer to me.

“You look extra hot right now,” was the most coherent thi
ng I could utter as I pushed his pants to the floor and licked from the base of his cock all the way to the head. I playfully caressed his lower abdomen as I licked his cock again. He was throbbing with anticipation.

“Please... don’t tease me. I can’t wait
anymore. I’m so fucking horny right now,” he grunted through clenched teeth.

“Oh, yeah?” I said seductively, raising my eye brow.

“Yeah...” He gave his cock a few firm strokes before thrusting it toward my flushed lips. “Put my cock in your mouth... please,” he begged.

I took just the tip of his manhood inside of mouth and swirled my tongue around the rim of his head. He shuddered as I began to take more of him into my mouth. He ran both of his hands through his hair and sighed. He looked like he was going
to explode right there in my mouth.

“Tell me what you want to do to me,” I whispered as I looked up at him.

“Can I just show you? Would you like that?” His voice was strained.

“Yeah, I would like that a lot,” I said, spreading my legs so he could see all
of me. He looked down at me, mesmerized. He leaned in and I met him halfway as we exchanged hot aggressive kisses, almost devouring each other.

He confidently lifted me up and guided me to the outside aisle while he was still kissing me. He then moved me s
o that I was standing with the arm of the outside seat in front of me, and his hard warm body pressed against me from behind. He grabbed my hips and guided himself inside me from the back. It was a tight fit. My body stretched to accommodate all of his German hardness. As he buried himself deep inside of me, he smacked my ass hard. It made me feel naughty.

I grabbed the arm of the seat to brace myself. My muscles clenched around his throbbing cock. He began thrusting in and out, harder and harder with each
thrust. I pushed back against him to keep from falling forward. He cupped one of my breasts in his hand, and pinched my nipple as he thrust even harder. The skillful way he pushed himself inside of me was the perfect mix of pleasure and a little bit of pain. He gently tugged my hair as he grunted with every thrust. I was so turned on by the primitive sounds he was making. I felt a sharp, sensual warmth start at my core and radiate throughout my entire body. He bit my neck as he smacked my ass again, sending an electric sensation through me. I reached down and stroked my own clit. His breathing began to get heavier and his grunting grew deeper and louder. I stroked myself faster to match the rhythm of his thrusts. I moaned as I felt myself slipping over the edge. He let out a guttural and uninhibited moan with a long, hard and powerful pump that filled me up completely. My muscles tensed and released around his cock and I dripped all over him as we climaxed together.

I came down as his body slowly withdrew fro
m mine. I sat down heavy on the seat and I landed on my digital recorder. The red light was on which meant it was still recording. Although I couldn’t tell the public that I let Christoff Diemacht Hartmann fuck my brains out at forty thousand feet, I definitely had enough material for a good story. I was gunning for my piece to get chosen as a feature.

He stroked my hair as he stood above me. “Thank You, Giavanna.” His sexy voice gave me goosebumps. I loved hearing him say my name.

“For what?” I asked, gazing up at him.

“You made me feel good again.”

“Really? Me?”

“Yeah, really.” He kissed my forehead.

“Thank you,” I replied.

“What are you thanking me for?” he asked with a quizzical look.

“For curing my fear of flying.” I smiled as I discreetly turned off my digital recorder and slipped it into my bag behind my back.

“It was truly my pleasure.” He smirked sexily as he put his clothes back on.

I grabbed my phone out of my purse to check the time. Two hours to get my story written, edited and submitted, and we were still about an hour away from Chicago. I still needed to find my laptop. It was going to be a long and intense night, but I knew I would have sweet dreams.