Rockalicious (3 page)

'Yes?' he asks
innocently, still standing there. 'You too, go! The photographer’s
almost done fixing the set, hurry please!'

'Sorry, boss.'
chuckling, he winks at Alex before then leaves the room.

*****

One last glance
in the mirror. Woah. These women really are artists, she looks
stunning if she may say so herself. Her long blonde hair is
straightened, falling loose over her shoulder. Her dark eyes
magically turned into cat eyes, with the deep red lipstick making
her look sexy but giving a hint of innocence at the same time. She
has never felt more gorgeous in her skin.

As she leaves
her dressing room and heads towards the set, she can tell that the
real work is about to start. There are people everywhere, the
photographer, Martin is already standing behind his camera, his
assistants scrumming around him, the rest of the crew bringing the
set and the lights to perfection.

’Come on!’
Martin dramatically claps his hands to get everyone’s attention.
‘We have to start working or we’ll spend the night here. Where the
hell are our models?’ Hearing the desperation in his voice, Alex
steps forward to greet him. They have worked together before, he’s
really nice and talented but a stern and professional
photographer.

‘Hello
gorgeous!’ he gives her a tight hug.

‘Hey Martin,
nice to see you again!’

‘You too,
sunshine, you too. Now get rid of that robe and get your smokin’
hot ass onto the set, please. Where is Jackson, for God’s
sake?’

There he comes,
making her jaw drop. She has never really fancied men in suits
before but she has never seen Jackson Harding in a suit. The man is
simply beautiful, there’s no better word to describe him. He comes
closer, his stunning blue eyes glowing, the suit fitting his
amazing body perfectly. He’s fully covered from head to toe but
there’s no mistaking the muscles dancing a hot tango under the
well-tailored fabric. Pure sex on legs. He makes her want to…

'Finally!
Action, everyone! Okay guys…' Martin's commanding voice distracts
her from all the dirty thoughts that just flooded her mind. 'The
fragrance's name is Unlike. We want to show the world how exactly
does it make men different. Jackson, I want you to look confident,
with wearing this perfume you can do anything, you're special,
above everyone. Obviously, you can get any woman in the world and
do with her whatever you want to.’ between Martin’s sputtered
sentences, Alex takes a quick look at Jackson, just to find him
staring at her.

’Here comes the
hot woman into the picture. Alex, you have to be all over him like
you can't help it, he’s irrresistable. His smell drives you wild, I
want you to look like you want him to control you but you can't
wait to rip his clothes off and take control yourself at the same
time. He’s everything you’ve ever wanted and you want it all. I
want to take the sexiest, most provocative photos ever today so
don't hold yourself back, don’t be shy. Let's start with the
table.'

Following
Martin’s instructions, Alex places herself on the edge of the
table, spreading her legs wide so Jackson can kneel down in front
of her, his warm hands on her thighs. He lets them sneak higher and
higher, the sudden feeling of skin on skin making her gasp for
breath. She’s watching his hands on her but he looks away, staring
seductively right into the camera. His hands reach her waist, going
upwards on her sides, making her shiver. Soft yet firm. When he
reaches the line of her bra, he hooks a finger under it, pulling it
lower just a little bit. She has to lean back on her hands, not
just to give a better view to Martin of what his hands are doing
but also to support herself and to hide how badly she’s shaking
already.

His hands
caress across the length of her arms before reaching her neck. He
must feel how fast her heart is beating because he places a finger
under her jaw, making her look him in the eyes.

‘Calm down,
sweetheart. It’s going to be fun.’ Oh she bets it is…

‘Now kiss her
like you mean it, Jackson. Make it look as real as it gets.’ sounds
Martin’s voice but she can barely hear him through the cloud of
lust that’s dulling the rational side of her brain. Jackson moves
one of his hands to the back of her neck, burying his fingers into
her hair before he pulls it, forcing her head back so he has direct
access to her neck. He starts to plant soft kisses along her
pulsing vein, getting closer and closer but stops right before he
reaches her lips. He runs a finger over her trembling lower lip,
never taking his eyes off of her. His gaze makes her numb, when he
looks at her like this she really would let him do whatever he
wants to with her, all inhibitions be damned.

As he is still
playing with her lip and his face is coming closer to hers, she
can’t help but groan quietly in anticipation. She can’t wait any
longer, she needs to taste him… He crashes his lips to hers with
force, his tongue immediately exploring hers. That’s it for ’making
it look real’.

‘That’s it
guys, keep this up!’ she hears Martin’s voice from far far away.
Neither she, nor Jackson cares about the camera or the people
around anymore. She’s lost in him, he tastes like sweet sin. His
other hand on her waist, holding her in place makes her body crave
more of his touch. As she kisses him back with equal passion, she
puts her hands on his firm chest and slides a bit forward on the
table, trying to get closer to his body.

He suddenly
breaks the kiss and releases her hair from his grip, wrapping his
hand around her neck not too gently to make her lay down. Her whole
body is trembling and the breath she haven’t realized she was
holding comes out as a sigh. She can’t wait for his next move. He
straightens back up between her legs and grasps one of her ankles,
placing it on his shoulder. Stroking the soft skin of her inner
thigh, he leans down with a mischievous smile and spreads hot
kisses all over her hot flesh. As his lips are wandering higher and
reach the strap of her thong, he takes the lace between his teeth
and pulls it down a little so he can bite down on her hip bone.
When she feels his teeth digging into her skin, she can’t help but
close her eyes and lift her hips up in pleasure, a moan almost
escaping her lips.

She has never
experienced something like this before, no man could ever turn her
on like this. The way this man is setting her body on fire only by
kissing and touching her is just… He’s just different. And she
can’t stand this sexual tension between them for too long. Keeping
her eyes closed, she desperately hopes so that he can feel it too.
If he’s just pretending for the camera’s sake, he’s not only an
exceptional singer but a great actor too.

'Okay guys,
amazing job so far.' Martin's voice disturbs her thoughts once
again. She totally forgot about the fact that there are people
around them, watching their every move. 'Now let's change places to
shoot the last pictures, then we're done for now. Jackson, sit on
the chair, please. Alex… just keep it up, you are sizzling hot,
like a hungry sex kitten.' Yeah, that’s probably a perfect
description according to her libido’s current state.

Jackson sits
down in the chair and when she straddles him by Martin’s order, his
hands immediately go to her waist, pulling her as close to him as
possible. She loosens his tie, unbuttons his shirt and lets her
hands explore the muscles of his fine chest. Looking into his eyes
all along, she can see them growing a darker shade of blue with
lust. When she places her hands on his shoulders, he pulls her even
closer to him, his hands wandering up on her sides to squeeze her
breasts firmly. She can’t help herself and throws her head back,
letting out a soft moan when he bites down and sucks on her
collarbone. He runs his tongue along the fresh bitemark and she
grabs a handful of his soft hair, kissing him hungrily, biting down
hard on his lower lip and pulling it between her teeth.

She can feel
him moving his hips unconsciously and she’s wondering if he can
feel through the thin material of her panties how wet she is for
him. She can tell he is enjoying this just as much as she is, and
not only by the way he’s moaning into their kiss…

'Okay guys,
last shot aaand… done!' says Martin as he gives his camera to one
of his assistants. 'Amazing, amazing, amazing job, thank you! You
two are just impossibly great together.' he continues with his
compliments while scrolling through the pictures on his laptop. As
everyone's busy getting the final touches on the photos done, Alex
stands up from Jackson's lap, slightly flustered, immediately
missing his body’s warmth against hers. 'You can go back to your
dressing rooms and change while we finish things here, then you can
come and take a look at the photos. I think they’ll turn out to be
perfect.' adds Martin and quickly hugs both of them. 'It was a
pleasure to work with you.'

*****

In the second
they are done with the small talk, Alex hurries towards her
dressing room and locks the door. Her body is on fire, aching for
Jackson’s touch, she needs to feel him, she needs to touch him… So
she has to get away from him as soon as possible.

She’s trying to
calm her racing heart and compose herself but her body doesn’t
really want to co-operate. What his touch left behind is not
pleasure but starvation for more. She throws the robe angrily onto
the chair with more force than necessary, grabs a bottle of water
and takes a big sip. This is just ridiculous. She’s a professional,
she can’t act like this. Like a stupid teenage girl who just met
the captain of the football team who she wants to lose her
virginity to. Immediately. What they just did is absolutely
unacceptable, how could this happen to her?

Taking a towel,
she heads towards the bathroom to have a quick shower but a soft
knock on the door stops her, the towel falling to the floor.

‘Who… Uhm, who
is it?’ she asks nervously, being kind of afraid of the answer.
Much to her astonishment or disappointment, she can’t really
decide, Lisa answers her from the other side of the door.

‘Hey, it’s just
me, Lisa. You left your phone out there.’ she hurries to open it
and smiles at her almost embarrassedly.

‘Oh silly me.
Thanks so much.’

‘No problem,
happens. I’m done here, so it was nice to meet you, honey. I hope
we’ll work together again sometime.’ she gives her the phone and a
tight hug.

‘Thanks Liz, I
hope so too.’

Alex closes the
door and bends down to pick up the dropped towel, a frustrated sigh
leaving her mouth. Just as she does, the door suddenly swings open
again and a hand grabs her arm, pushing her up against the
wall.

‘Locking the
door, are we? Bad move, sweetheart.’ Jackson’s glowing blue eyes
stare back at her, they are growing darker, alive with passion and…
anger?

‘I just…’ she
tries to explain but he cuts her off.

‘You just what?
I thought it was obvious that I’m the type of man who always gets
what he wants.’ he says, closing the door with a kick. ‘And I want
you. Right now.’ trapping her between the wall and his body, he
pins her arms down by her sides and kisses her wildly.

'Jackson…' she
manages to whisper when he breaks away from her for a much needed
breath.

'What? Please
don't give me this innocent virgin look now, I know you want it
too. It was so hard not to fuck you right there, in front of
everyone. You asked for it and now you're so going get it,
sweetheart. You fucking enjoyed that out there, didn't you?' he
asks, his hands all over her body while he trails hot kisses down
her neck, making her incapable of answering. He unhooks her bra,
letting it fall to the floor. She can't help but let out a soft cry
when he sinks his teeth into her shoulder while he's drawing tiny
circles on her nipples with his fingertips. He replaces one of his
fingers with his mouth, sucking hard on the tip of her breast
before his tongue licks over her soft flesh.

She can’t wait
any longer to touch him, to feel his bare skin against her. She
grabs the collar of his suit jacket and slides it off of his
shoulders, her hands already being busy to unbutton his shirt again
with such impatience that most of the buttons split off and scatter
onto the floor. As she’s kissing all over his newly exposed flesh,
she reaches down to his pants, unzipping it so it sinks down to his
ankles and he quickly steps out of it. When she slips her fingers
under the band of his boxers he stops him, grabbing both of her
wrists with one hand and forcing her arms above her head.

‘No. Not just
yet, you’ll have to wait for it, baby… Your legs. Spread them.’
when she doesn’t obey immediately, he kicks them apart. ‘Do what I
say or you’re going to be punished, sweetheart.’ with that he slips
his other hand under her soaked panties, brushing over her wetness
with one finger. ‘Something tells me you do indeed enjoy my touch.’
he says with a devilish smile before he removes his hand and
releases her, dropping to his knees in front of her.

'Your skin
tastes so sweet.' he whispers, licking his lips while caressing her
inner thighs gently. 'All I could think about was if you taste so
sweet everywhere.' she hears the strap of her thong ripping and
feels cool air hitting her moisture, making her gasp.

'Stop. Fucking.
Teasing. Please.' she says, hardly able to form the words.

'I don't think
so. I enjoy this way too much. I don't do it to everyone but I need
to go down on you so badly.' he whispers the last words right
against her hypersensitive skin, she can feel his hot breath on her
core. Leaning in ever so slowly, he finally licks her aching clit,
making her hiss. She spreads her legs even wider, arching her back
off the wall and pushing her hips forward. She can't have him close
enough.