CLASS ACT (A BRITISH ROCKSTAR BAD BOY ROMANCE) (18 page)

Such animalistic desire was alien to me. Heath knew the power he held over me. It must have been intoxicating for him to seduce the woman sent to tame him.

“Fuck me,” I whispered. “I’m on the pill.”

I had received a prescription a few weeks before I took on Heath as my student. I didn’t plan on fucking my student or anyone else during my time on the tour. It was more to keep my cycle regular and prevent cramps than anything else.

Not that he needed to know that.

Taking the invitation to fuck me, Heath gently pushed me onto the bed. His heavy body draped mine as we engaged in a kiss. His erection brushed up against my thigh.

I managed to hook my legs behind his nicely toned ass. He got the message and brought his cock to my sex. With agonizing patience, he entered me. “Ohhhh….. Ah!”

It seemed as time itself slowed down to a crawl. His shaft pulsated as he slid inside of me. I took him to the hilt and felt my sex strain to accommodate his girth. I didn’t know how I was even able to take in his mammoth cock.

Heath planted soft kisses to calm me. They worked well enough for him to settle himself over me. With my ankles pressed against his buttocks, I beckoned him to make love to me. “Fuck me, Heath!”

At first, he was slow as if dragging out each movement. He did it with as much skill as he would when singing a high note. Yet, I wanted him to fuck me with complete abandon. I wanted to be as much of a seductress as he was a Casanova.

My nails dug into the tough skin of his back. “Heath! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

He whispered back words of encouragement. “God, you feel so fucking amazing!”

He wasn’t making idle talk. Heath rammed into me at a faster tempo. My body shook with each impact.

We began a steady if frantic rhythm. He would enter me and I would meet his thrusts by bucking my hips upward. We worked in unison as though I was yet another member of Double Damage.

When I approached my climax, I felt time speed up again. Pleasure surged throughout my body like forked lightning. We were a mess of sweaty flesh and tired limbs.

Heath continued to pump into my sex with whatever reserve of energy he dipped into. He was like a jackhammer thrusting into me like clockwork. But he was no machine.

Eventually, he grew stiff and came with me. His groans overshadowed my cries of passion. Heath exited out of me and lied by my side.

From the look on his face, he had the same thought I had.

We weren’t done just yet.

Taking the initiative, I tackled him onto his back. Heath’s mouth opened in surprise before turning into a boyish grin. I guess he was used to women proselytizing over the temple that was his body.

I began by kissing his bare chest. Heath folded his hands behind his back and enjoyed the show. He eyed me as I trailed my lips down his toned abs.

Heath smiled when he saw where I was heading.

He had just come but his cock was still rock hard. I made it even stiffer by gripping its base. I planted a kiss on its tip before swallowing its head.

I glanced up to see Heath groan and toss his head backwards. He reached out with his hands to caress my face. His fingers trailed through my hair like a combine through a field of wheat.

After a few minutes of suckling, Heath pulled me off of him. In a split second, he pushed me onto my back and lied on top of me. “Charlotte, you sure know how to get me motivated.”

I grinned as he began to slide his cock inside of me. “That’s what I was hired for.”

Our second duet was even better. With shock of our first encounter wearing off, I could focus on the act itself. Heath pumped into me and chanted my name. In turn, I planted delirious kisses on his exposed neck.

Then, he held me in his hands and brought me in for a passionate kiss. Below, he thrust into me with all of his power. I could feel his muscles strain as he drilled his prick into me.

What followed was a series of mind shattering orgasms. My body quivered with erotic delight. My skin tingled with a strange energy.

Whenever I came down from one high, my body craved more. Heath had this unnatural ability to reinvigorate my thoroughly fucked body. I didn’t know what reservoir of strength I was dipping into but it helped me go on and on. “Heath, you’re fucking amazing!”

He growled into my ear as he fucked my pussy. “I told you that I could teach you a thing or two.”

“Teach me more,” I moaned. Any pretense of professionalism or authority I had was long gone. “Give me more!”

Heath groaned which sounded more like a powerful musical note than anything else. He punctuated it with a fiery kiss to my collarbone. My lover gyrated his hips and drove his shaft even deeper into me.

I held onto him for dear life. My heels dug into his back. I whimpered gibberish words that were thankfully overshadowed by his grunting.

I looked up to see a look of deep focus on Heath’s face. It was the same whenever he did a guitar battle against Tyler or attempted a high note. I had never been fucked like this before.

Soon, an expression of relief took over Heath’s face. He came in me and collapsed to my side. With his cock still inside of me, the man pulled me in for a tender embrace.

I had broken every rule I had learned as a teacher.

I had broken my personal code of conduct.

There were always consequences for breaking rules.

Tonight, I’d worry about them later.

I felt love.

Not the brotherly love that I had for Howard. Or the platonic love I had for Megan. No, this was different.

It hurt to merely lie by her side. Charlotte slept like a small child. It took me back to my youth in the orphanage where we would all sleep in the same room in bunk beds. It was how I got paired up with Howard.

She looked as lovely and pure as the Virgin Mary.

Not that I was alive during that time.

This wasn’t the type of feeling I’d get after a good fuck. Charlotte wasn’t some fan girl willing to spread her legs at my word. She was an educated woman who had made something of herself.

Charlotte snored softly as I watched her. She was out cold after our very athletic lovemaking. I had never poured so much of my skill into one fuck. I had pulled out all the stops for her.

Something about that woman awoke something primal in me. I had connected with her in a way that went beyond the mere physical. I could chalk it up to our time studying together but it was something else. This definitely wasn’t some one-night stand I would forget about in a week’s time.

I couldn’t help but despise myself for laying with her. I was a self-destructive womanizer who chased after the next high. She deserved a mature man who would always be there for her.

Someone like Howard.

It was a cruel joke that I lived and he didn’t. I wondered when I would follow him to the grave. Rock stars tended to have a short lifespan. If the drugs and hard living didn’t do you in, then the grind of performing would wear you down well enough.

My morbid thoughts were cut short by a buzzing sound.

I heard it emanate from Charlotte’s purse. It had to be her phone. Someone was probably worried about her. On the other hand, the crew knew I liked to ditch the after party from time to time.

It was a bit sneaky of me go through her purse. Nevertheless, I fished it out. It was a text message. Charlotte’s default settings allowed a preview of it. My reading skills had improved enough that I could make it out.

My heart stopped when I read the text. “’Charlotte, when will you give me Heath’s coursework? I need to know how badly he is doing. Remember, he can’t know about this. - Jared.’”

Just like that, I came crashing down to earth like Icarus.

I felt less and less like a world famous rock star and more and more like an unwanted orphan.

Charlotte wasn’t here to be my lover. She came here to teach me to less of an idiot than I already was. Worse, I had confided in her and told her my secrets.

I wondered what else she had told Jared and the other members of management. Had she told them about my self-doubt? How I compared myself unfavorably to Howard? How I yearned for the past? How I felt so ashamed about being an illiterate orphan whose parents beat him?

I almost wanted to laugh.

The great Heath Lawrence had been the one to be seduced and discarded.

I was nothing more than a roadblock to another paycheck. For all that talk about helping me, Charlotte knew I was a complete and utter lost cause. She had probably sent daily reports to Jared and the others about how much of a fucking idiot I was.

It hurt.

It hurt worse than cutting myself on a liquor bottle and having the wound doused with high proof alcohol. I had opened myself to her in a way I hadn’t with any other woman. Not even Megan.

I put her phone back where I found it. Turning around, I glanced at her sleeping form. Charlotte looked so peaceful and innocent. Her every word sounded sincere.

Did I really know her?

She had got me good. I had been played by a master. For the first time in years, I had actually thought someone gave a damn about me.

I wanted to drink the entire fucking minibar but I was too emotionally exhausted to even open up a beer bottle.

The last person I could count on was scattered across the Irish Sea. My management only saw me as their personal bank-o-mat. My bandmates hated me. Now, Charlotte told bold faced lies to my face.

The worst part was that I had feelings for her. I had never made love to a woman like that before. The woman drew something extraordinary out of me. It had actually made me feel like a decent human being who could love and be loved in return.