Rock Bottom (7 page)

“Oh, ye…yes.
So much. Oh, Gage…” She broke off as he rammed her again with his finger, this
time pushing two into her tightness, feeling her muscles resist his touch. It
was just fingers, but it was so new and wicked that she couldn’t get enough. As
his finger rammed its way in and out of her ass, he thumbed her pussy with his
other hand, two slick fingers working their way into each orifice, one very
much forbidden.

Kate’s body
began to spasm of its own volition. With so many sensations brushing across her
body at once she knew that she was seconds away from exploding into a world of
dark, fleshy lust.

The shrill
sound that filled the room felt as though it was coming from another person but
it was Kate, crying out in desperation, begging Gage not to stop – to
give her more, to make her come hard, and fast. She pleaded with him, telling
him just how much she deserved it, how good she was, how hot he made her.

He groaned
his hunger out into the atmosphere, his cock aching to feel her pussy wrapped
tightly around it and with a quick turn he flipped her over onto her back and
slid above her, his cock soaking wet with saliva from her mouth, ready to fuck
her as hard as he could, with no mercy.

She felt the
delicious agony of his large shaft forcing its way inside of her and even
though she was dripping wet, she felt incredibly tight around him.  She
spread her legs as wide as she could, giving him free reign and full control.

“Fuck me,”
she demanded angrily, her lips pouty and full.  The burning, sinful hunger
that flickered in his eyes turned her on and she felt the urge to be free with
herself, to abandon all restraint.

“Harder!”

Gage angled
his shaft so he was now higher above her, his cock pinning her down with every
furious stroke.  He rode her hard like a wild stallion that needed to be
tamed and she continued to call out to him with fearful abandonment, selfishly
using his cock to drive her into the pleasure grounds in which she had never
lived.

“More! Oh,
that’s it baby.  Harder!”

Gage reached
down to cup her breasts, kneading them between his fingers, using them for
stability as his thrusts gained traction and he was ramming his body into hers,
crashing his chest against her, his hands gripping her heavy mounds, his cock
stretching and filling her pussy with hard, rough thrusts.

Good, so
good
. Kate didn’t realize she was moaning those words over and over until
she felt her body jolting violently, her pussy quivering around his cock.

“Do you like
my cock inside of you?”

Shuddering
with lust, Kate breathed, “You know I do.”

“Then say it.
Tell me how you feel,” he growled, bucking against her, sending a firestorm of
ecstasy through her body.

Biting hard
on her lip, Kate moaned, “I love the way you fuck me, Gage. Oh God, your cock
feels so good in my pussy.”

White,
stinging light burst in her vision and she bucked against him, welcoming his
powerful thrusts. His eyes burned into her face, watching her wince with
pleasure-pain as he racked deep within her walls. Every inch of her core was
filled entirely, as he assaulted her body with wild passion.

 “
Fuck
,”
he groaned, his gaze locked with hers as each pounding jab of his cock jolted
her violently against the bed. He took her with the utmost power, imprinting
his shaft in her very depths. And he made her feel more alive than she’d ever,
ever felt.

“Gage, oh
Gage…please let me come,” she sobbed, teeth bared, senseless with the bliss
raking at her insides. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“I know how
you feel, baby,” Gage said hoarsely, his voice almost unrecognizable, as his
cock continued to invade her becoming more and more urgent. “You feel so
fucking perfect. So hot, tight and wet for me. I can’t slow down…I can’t
fucking stop.”

There was a
wondrous grimace on his face and Kate couldn’t look away, mesmerized by how
much control he’d lost, just from his need for her. It sped up her bliss till
she was thrusting against him, her inner thighs quivering as her orgasm mounted
in a crescendo of pure, raw heat until she was crashing into its depths. Tonight,
Gage had made her feel like she was the one woman in the world who could take
him to the edge of glory.

Kate held on
tight, barely hearing Gage telling her that it was time.
Let go, baby. Come
with me.

Just like in
his songs, his passionate words wrapped themselves around her heart, making her
want to sob wildly as she lost the battle within herself. Her very soul
unraveled as she let go, her orgasm tearing through her body, drenching his
shaft with her sweet nectar. Gage covered her mouth with his own, swallowing
her screams of release as he exploded within her, his semen shooting deep into
her belly.

Kate clung to
him, overwhelmed and buzzing in a powerful high that drugs or alcohol could
never match.  He dropped onto her, his body glistening in a sheen of sweat
and she suffocated herself in his masculine musk, her face buried in his chest. 
She wanted to remember this moment for always.

* * *

The day
had arrived. The last day of the tour, the final concert.

For Kate, it
felt like déjà vu all over again. Fans were going crazy, and the arena was
packed so tight that it was a wonder they could breathe at all as they screamed
and sang along to the lyrics of his most popular hits. Singing into the
microphone, Gage leaned over the safety barrier of the stage and moved his hand
breezily through the sea of fingertips reaching out, desperate to be touched.
Girls squealed when his hand hit theirs, guys shouted out his name.

His voice,
clear and loud, rang through the arena as he maintained close contact with as
many fans as he could without being pulled into the crowd and swallowed whole.
Countless more reached out, hoping for a single touch. His stage persona was
electrifying…powerful. Gage felt a surge of energy rush through his body as the
adrenalin pumped through his veins.

It had never
seemed possible to live so large – to be bigger than life itself. Only a
few could taste the sweet, addictive nectar of stardom while many others were
able to experience it only on a much smaller scale. But here, looking out to the
endless rows and rows of fans that spread out as far as the eye could see, Gage
was once again reminded of just how far he had come.  While it was the
last concert in a long and wild tour, and he could easily go through the motions
with almost robotic accuracy, this one meant something more to him. It was the
finale in the biggest tour of his life, and he had been lucky enough to sell
out every seat at every event along the way. There was no stopping him, his
star still very much on the rise.

So why did he
feel so damn depressed?

Why did he
seek
her
face in the crowd almost as if he expected she’d be there like
that first time they’d met? But no, she always watched from backstage; he knew
that.

Gage got to
the bridge of the song and the guitars kicked in as hard as the drums.

The music.
The force – it was as if something primal ripped through him and he bent
back as the strangled words tore from his mouth. The fans went into an absolute
frenzy.

I’m
drowning in my pain…lost in the blackened rain…and she could guide me back
home…yet she left me all alone, and God knows why…

The words
thundered from his throat, his methodic, rugged voice the perfect blend of sex
and pain and the lyric ended in a hush and a breath and for just one quiet moment,
the stage went still. Even the crowds waited as the lights dimmed leaving
everything hanging on a line of pure, raw heat that lasted just long enough to
get every heart beating frantically.

And then it
came, the last line of the song. His voice was soft and husky, fused with
regret, and the words came out in a low, heartfelt growl that buzzed through
the cordless mic out to the hearts of many.

…but it’ll
only hurt till I die…

The roar that
followed shook the room and contrary to his usual ending where he’d revel in
the screams, shooting the audience his sharp, bright smile, this time he felt
something different and it took over with such intense force that he nearly
panicked when he came to the realization of what it was.

Gage stood
still, his voice ringing out through the music as the lights came blindingly
alive and he forced his thoughts to the back of his mind. He’d deal with it
later. Right now, the fans deserved his full attention. Training his eyes
straight at the crowd, he forgot about the cameras skirting him on all sides,
as well as above and below. All he acknowledged were his fans, here and now in
complete appreciation for their loyalty. They could have been anywhere else
tonight, but they chose to be here, sharing this final moment of brilliance
with him. At times like this, it all seemed worth it. But as always, when he
was surrounded by the masses was exactly the time he felt most alone.

And then
he saw her.

Her hair was
like a flame in the bright lights. Somehow it was almost like he’d
felt
her
presence in the audience and suddenly, there she was. Just close to the second
row of fans surging against the barrier mere yards away.

Her eyes were
shining with what looked like pride, and her beautiful eyes were glowing so
brightly it made his heart ache. Oh no. Fucking hell, no. I can’t, not again. I
can’t go through this again.

Kate, watching
him intently, deep respect and admiration shining in her eyes, was so close
that if he reached out far enough, he could touch her. But he knew his security
would never let him take the risk of leaning so far out in the crowd in the
event that he could actually get ripped to pieces by the frenzied fans.

Only with his
eyes he touched her, and her look twinkled like stars across to him even as she
was jostled by the heaving mass around her. Part of him worried for her safety,
that she might get crushed by the heedless surge. The other part of him was
just happy she was there, sharing in this golden moment that signified just how
far he had come.

Just as it
should be…
Just like he’d wanted it even back then when he was nothing more
than a struggling artist, and he dreamed that when the time came, Kate would be
right by his side, rooting him on, his greatest supporter, his biggest fan.

Once again
there was the fading of sound but this time it was all in his head as he closed
his eyes for a moment. Lost in the screams that grew louder and louder…though
all he could hear was the buzzing in his ears as he allowed the truth to take
hold of him. Many things may have changed but one thing would remain the same.
And it was all because of that red-haired beauty whose face he could pick out
from a million others in a vast sea of strangers.

The show was
over. Deafening sound filled the air as Gage dropped the microphone to his side
before he backed off the stage to roaring applause. A dark swirl cast through
Gage’s mind and he wasn’t aware he was swaying on his feet till the security
guards grabbed at him to hold him up. But a moment later he was waving them away,
growling that he was fine.

Although the
concert was over he knew there would still be other duties including meet &
greets, backstage interviews and fan photo sessions.

Gage gritted
his teeth, knowing that he should be grateful for all that he had been given, but
tonight he was anxious to be alone with Kate…to touch her…to taste her…to
celebrate with her.

The
endorphins were pumping through his system but for once it wasn’t all from the
music or the performance. He suspected there was one particular stimulant that
was assured to always get him going and he hoped to hell he could see her soon
before withdrawal symptoms set in.

Kate.
She’d become his drug of choice.

For the past
several weeks she’d let him have his way with her and he thought about how she must
have felt, with the world she was now living in revolving around him. Her
feelings, her wishes, her thoughts – none of that had mattered for the
last couple of weeks and now with the tour finally over and the pressure off,
he was able to take a step back and soak it all in.

He needed
to talk to her, and he needed to talk to her now.

There was the
torrent of congratulatory praise buzzing around him, handlers padding him on
the back, managers, stage crew, bodyguards, and his band members all crowded his
space, shouting and roaring with laughter. It was at times like this that Gage
wished he could turn it off, shut it down when it got too much but he knew that
he couldn’t.

It’s all
part of the job.
He remembered his agent warning him that it wouldn’t always
be easy but that he had to understand his life was no longer his own. He was a
lover and a friend to the public, and he had to always remember that without
them, he was nothing.

Without
her I’m nothing…

The thought
came out of nowhere and he pushed it down to the back of his heart where all
hard truths were stuffed away under lock and key. He didn’t need anyone, let
alone her. He had made it on his own.

 With
his thoughts scattered and wild he wanted to be anywhere but there, and the
trap of the adoring crowd wanting more than he had to give. He’d already given
up so much of himself.

Gage’s eyes
swept around for a glimpse of the one face he wanted to see. Where was Kate?
After tonight, she would be gone.

Damn it, he
needed her right then; suddenly all he could think about was her soft moans as
her delectable body writhed beneath him, the taste of her flesh and sweetness on
his tongue, the thick curve of her breast as he tried to suckle every inch of
it and her perfect hips that he wanted to squeeze in his hands as he pushed
himself against her.