Rock Hard: A Bad Boy Rock Star Romance (25 page)

Grant fell down on top of me and I squeezed my eyes shut as once again his cock was pressing against me. As my dress rode up as he thrust against me. His hands pulled up on the hem of my dress exposing inch after inch of my red hot skin. My thighs were exposed. Then my thong.

Damn it. All he was doing was undressing me and I felt positively orgasmic. This guy was good! Damn good! I wasn't sure if it was because of that brief flash of the rock star experience I'd just had, because of the incredible experience I'd already had with him the night before and the anticipation of that happening again, or just because he was so damn good because presumably he’d had a hell of a lot of practice.

Whatever it was, this was nice. No, more than nice. It was fucking incredible. It was more than I ever imagined sex could be.

I opened my eyes. Looked up at him. Locked eyes with him as he thrust against me again. As he looked down at me like a man possessed. Like a man who was enjoying the hell out of this. There was something in his eyes that was so hot. There was a burning fire there. It was obvious he wanted me more than any other woman in the world, and considering how many women he'd probably been with that was one hell of a compliment!

I reached up and grabbed his hair. Pulled him down almost into a kiss, but at the last moment I used that grip on his hair to stop him.

He cocked an eyebrow. And then I said the words that were so fucking hot. It was the antithesis of everything I'd been feeling, of all the doubts I'd had over the past day.

"Fuck me like one of your groupies."

Grant growled. A deep rumbling growl that I felt in his chest. That was translated through to my body. That caused me to squeeze my eyes shut and gasp. And then he was reaching down and pulling up on my dress. Moving it up past my ass. I tried to lift to give him better access, but it was impossible with his muscular bulk pressing down against me.

"Roll off," I grunted.

He seemed to get the picture. With a sheepish grin that had nothing on the growling sex god that had been on top of me a moment ago he rolled over and then he was beside me. His hands were still pulling up, only this time I could lift my ass. Though it was a little difficult on this fluffy bed. Damn it.

In a moment my dress was up over my breasts and then it was up over my head. I was plunged into darkness for a moment. A rustling darkness where I was completely deprived of all input from the world around me other than my clothes rustling around me. Other than the feel heat radiating off of his body and pressing against my own.

It was surprising how not been able to see anything, not hearing anything, only feeling him next to me, knowing he was right there, could be so sexy. Then that brief moment of darkness was gone and he was smiling down at me. He leaned over me. He climbed on top of me and his body was pressing against mine. His clothes were pressing against my bare skin. I arched my back again, this time in pleasure rather than to give him easier access to my dress.

Grant tossed the dress to the side and it landed with a muted thump on the hotel floor. Of course I barely registered that. No, I was more concerned with the feel of his lips against mine. With the feel of his tongue invading my mouth. With the smell of his body. With his shaggy hair as I ran my hands through it. With his muscular physique and his silky clothes pressing against my bare skin which felt like it was in very real danger of setting his clothes on fire.

That's how fucking hot I was!

His hands were all over me, and it was setting me on fire everywhere that he made contact. He ran down my stomach, down to the very top of my thong and I let out a gasp. I wondered if this was going to be the moment when he moved his fingers down inside me. I desperately needed to feel him running his fingers against my pussy.

But no. He had more control than that. He pulled away from the kiss and smiled down at me with a chuckle. A chuckle that was so damn frustrating. I ached for his body against mine. I ached to feel his touch against my pussy. I desperately needed to feel him inside me, whether it was his fingers pressing inside me or his cock or his tongue. I didn't care how he did it as long as he was filling me.

All I cared about was him. Was having him. Was pulling him inside me.

Even if he wasn't going to use his fingers, though, it seemed that I was going to get my wish in one way. He kissed along my lips once more, but this time his tongue was invading. This time we were almost making out. He moved down to my cheeks. Down to my neck where he sucked hard enough that I briefly worried that I might have a hickey. A hickey that would give away exactly what had happened to Kayla, to Rachel, to anybody who heard the rumor of who I disappeared with at the office.

I didn't give a fuck. Let them talk. Let them know what happened. It would be a badge of honor, not a mark of shame. A tangible but brief memory of the time I got with Grant Thompson, the “sexy one” from Twenty Promises. Even if this was just a brief fleeting dalliance, that reminder would be nice.

Only it seemed Grant wasn't in a mood to stop with sucking on my neck. No, he was moving down lower and that was fine with me. Kissing along the tops of my breasts but not actually moving inside my bra which had me groaning in frustration. All I wanted was to feel his hands on my body. To feel his mouth running over that forbidden territory.

Only he continued with the tease. I wondered if this is what he did with other girls he'd been with? I'd asked for the groupie experience, after all, and if this was the groupie experience then he was really fucking good at the tease!

His kisses trailed down my stomach. I alternated between pulling away and arching my back to press against him. It tickled, and yet it was so fucking hot feeling his mouth against my body. He stopped at my belly button and for a change instead of just kissing his tongue moved out and swirled around causing me to gasp in anticipation. His tongue darted in and out of my belly button for the briefest of moments, providing a delicious preview of the pleasures to come. At least I seriously hoped he was providing a preview of the pleasures to come.

Grant looked up and smiled at me as I gasped. As my breasts moved up. As my whole body pressed up to meet his kisses. To meet his tongue. Then he was moving down again. Kissing down between my legs. Down to where he had to duck under one of my thighs, but I was more than happy to provide him access.

I was on a hair trigger. I was so fucking hot. I was going crazy from lust. I felt like I was going to explode, and all it would take was the briefest contact from his mouth. From his tongue.

Only once more he seemed to be a master of the tease. A master of holding off on what I wanted. What I so desperately needed. He started kissing down my thigh, but before he reached that heaven between my legs, before he reached my sopping wet pussy and my engorged clit, he was jumping over and kissing up my other thigh. That caused me to let out another quiet moan of frustration. Damn it. Why wouldn't he just give me what I wanted? Why couldn't he just take me, damn it?

The frustrated gasp must've been music to his ears, because he looked up and grinned as I looked down at him and growled in frustration.

"What are you waiting for?"

"What do you want?" he asked.

I blinked. Was he really asking me what I wanted? Wasn’t that fucking obvious from how I was reacting? Shouldn’t it be clear exactly what it was that I wanted from him? Exactly what I needed? I fucking needed his face buried between my legs giving me the best head of my life! I needed Grant Thompson shoving his tongue inside me!

"I need you," I said.

Okay, so what I actually said was a hell of a lot more tame than what I was thinking, but what can I say? I was turned on, but there was something about the full accounting of my wants and desires in the moment that felt somehow vulgar. That seemed wrong somehow, though I'm sure it would have given him one hell of a thrill if I told him exactly what I was thinking.

"I couldn't quite hear that," he said. "Could you say that again? I want to be absolutely sure."

Okay, so maybe vulgar is exactly what he needed.

"Damn it! Eat my pussy!"

I reached down and grabbed his shaggy hair. I pulled him forward. I had a chance to see him grin and chuckle, and then the vibration from his laugh was being pressed up through my body as his lips finally made contact with my pussy.

Fireworks. Explosions. Electric pleasure went coursing through my body as he pressed against my pussy. Through my thong, to be sure, but it was still enough to give me one hell of a thrill. It was still enough to almost send me over the edge. Holy fuck was that intense. Holy fuck was it incredible!

He looked up and cocked an eyebrow. Pulled away.

"Did you like that?"

I didn't answer. I just growled and let the animalistic lust that was overtaking the rational part of my mind do the thinking. I pulled his head down between my legs again. I felt like one of those annoying guys who was constantly pushing my head down towards his cock while we were making out, but I didn't care. I needed to feel him against me. I needed satisfaction. More than anything I needed his lips in between my lips. I needed his tongue snaking up inside me!

And I got my wish. Dear God in heaven did I get my wish! He pulled my panties to the side, they were already soaking wet, and then his lips were pressing against me. I felt him inhaling, and then his tongue that had invaded my mouth so recently was invading my pussy instead. He was moving up inside me. It felt incredible. It felt soft, wet, and yet so powerful. It was like he was fucking me with a miniature cock that was already wet and lubricated.

If I thought I was feeling fireworks when he pressed his lips against me through my panties, well let's just say that didn't hold a candle to his tongue inside me. Holy shit! Holy fucking shit!

I couldn't help myself. I was already so turned on. Like I said, I was operating on a hair trigger to begin with. As soon as he made contact my hips bucked. My body thrust up. I felt an impossible bonfire of pleasure running through me. Threatening to overwhelm me. I felt another explosion as he moved up and his tongue swirled around my already engorged clit.

Yes. Dear God yes. Shit! That was exactly what I needed. Exactly what I'd been waiting for!

I squeezed my eyes shut and my mouth opened. I heard something wailing off in the distance, as though I was having an out of body experience, and with a start I realized that was me. That was me screaming. That was me shouting Grant's name over and over again as I had both of my hands buried in his shaggy hair. As I held him down against my pussy as he continued his teasing assault. As he continued moving his tongue down around my clit, then pressing up inside me, then moving back out in the most incredible technique.

It was obvious this was a man who knew what he was doing down there. This was a man who had plenty of practice, and for once I found myself not worrying about all the women he might've potentially been with before me to get this good. No, I sang his praises to the heavens. I thanked the stars above and any gods who might be listening that he had this incredible talent. That he was this fucking skilled with his tongue, because oh my God!

I didn't want to come down from this feeling. I wanted to stay on that orgasmic plateau for the rest of my life. I wanted to keep his head buried between my thighs for all of eternity.

Only all good things must come to an end, and eventually pleasure turned into a sort of ticklish feeling down between my legs. I started to giggle and he pulled away. His face was slick with my juices. Damn! I must have really been turned on!

"So I take it you had fun?" he asked.

"Shut up and fuck me!" I gasped.

26: Explosive

Damn. I was being really forward. I was really being demanding! And yet it's not like I could help myself. I wanted the full experience, and chances are this was the only night I was going to get to enjoy that. I was going to take my pleasure.

I didn't have to demand that he fuck me twice. No, it was hilarious the way he scrambled to get his clothes off. A couple of buttons on his shirt actually ripped as he pulled it off and I was treated to his muscular body in all its glory.

It was weird. Here was a body that had been on countless posters when I was younger. Here was a body that had been on display at the concert the night before to countless women who were lusting after him. And yet here he was all mine. Well, he was all mine last night and tonight at least. The point is I was the one who had him totally and completely, even if he did regularly share a small part of himself with huge crowds.

And that had me wondering. What if it wasn't the same tonight as it had been in the past with all the women he'd been with in the past? What if he'd shared a part of himself with them, but he was somehow, for some inexplicable reason that I couldn't fathom, deciding that he wanted to share everything with me?

It seemed crazy. It seemed impossible, but it was a nice thought even if I knew it was a pipe dream. Even if I knew deep down this was nothing more than a brief dalliance while he was in town.

Next he was working on his pants, hopping out of them in record time. Which was just fine with me. I was treated, once more, to the incredible sight of his cock springing free. The thing was massive. It was perfect. It looked delicious. It made me want to go down on him again, but he had other ideas.