Rocked with Passion (A New Adult Rockstar Novel) (10 page)

The longer the night went, the happier I got. I’m sure the wine helped, and when Jonathan ordered a second bottle, I was tipsy enough not to resist.
I wasn’t drunk or anything, just buzzed enough to forget about Kevin for a while and enjoy the night with Jonathan. We spoke about anything and everything under the sun. I told him about how I decided to start my own business, how I’d worked for another company in town until I had just one disagreement too many with my boss as to how to properly run a business. I used all my savings to start my business, originally working out of the apartment Kevin and I shared until I could afford the $200 a month it took to buy a tiny office space downtown. It was barely enough to fit myself and one client, but it was enough for my needs.

“That’s actually a pretty incredible story. What happened to your old boss?”

I shrugged. “I get the recession got him. He closed down after about three months. I wasn’t too surprised, I was just glad I got out of there before I lost my job. At that point I was already making enough money to pay rent and groceries, and really that was enough.”

“You know, that’s a real story. That’s the American Dream you’re living. Not everyone has the balls to start a business, let alone be successful enough at it to pay bills and then some.”

I could feel the blush creeping up my face once more. I always felt so embarrassed when Jonathan complimented me.

“Thanks, but it’s nothing compared to what you guys did. There are thousands of bands out there that try and make it big, and you guys made it absolutely huge.”

“Well, maybe, but it was a lot of luck as well. Honestly, sometimes I think it has to end. I think I’m going to wake up in the morning and we won’t have any fans, and no one will buy our records anymore. It’s silly, but it’s still something that worries me.”

“Me too, I’m always worried my clients will drop me. Although now, I guess I kind of ended up dropping them.”

It was true, I’d had to put my business in Ohio on hold while I worked in Los Angeles.

“Well, when you go back there
you’ll have a resume that can destroy your competition.”

“
True, and I have you to thank for that.”

We finished dinner, and the waiter brought us chocolate and raspberry soufflés for desert.
We savoured them in silence, enjoying the company. Eventually, however, desert was over. Jonathan ordered espresso, which we took our time drinking as well. It was as though we’d come to a silent conclusion: this date had to end sometime, but we both wanted to stretch it out for as long as possible.

“So...
ummm, I guess we should go” Jonathan finally said, and I nodded.

“Thanks for tonight. It was wonderful. I really... I really appreciate it” I told him,
smiling. It was true. I’d had a better time on this date tonight than I’d ever had on any other single date, and it had nothing to do with the meal that cost more than I used to make in a month.

“No problem. Do you want to like, go back to my place and you know, hang out or something?”

“That sounds good” I answered, as Jonathan helped me into my coat.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Jonathan had invited me to continue our date at his place. What did this mean? We were really just going to “hang out”? I kind of hoped not.

John was waiting for us as we left the restaurant, the throng of paparazzi having thinned, but still very abrasive with their lenses and flashes. Once again, Jonathan took charge, guiding me through them and into the back seat of the waiting car.

As we spe
d off, all I could see was stars from the light of the flashes from the camera. They left, eventually, and I looked at Jonathan.

“Does it get easier, dealing with that?”

“Yeah, it does. It’ll take a while. It’s more that you get used to it than it gets easier though.”

We rode in silence the rest of the way.
When we arrived at Jonathan’s place, all of the staff had gone home save for two people who worked security, both of whom worked outside. We were alone in the house.

“Can I get you a drink or anything?” Jonathan asked as we went into his enormous living room.

“Yeah, umm maybe just some juice?” I asked. I didn’t want any more alcohol. In fact, I didn’t really trust myself with this buzz, a part of me thought I should probably try to sober up. I sipped my juice as Jonathan turned on the TV. It was getting late, there wasn’t anything especially good on, so he settled on an old movie from the 90s and we continued to talk.

I don’t know how long we were there for, just talking.
It was like we were old friends, meeting for the first time. Somehow, since this afternoon when Jonathan had found my crying at the table, things had changed. It was different now, we were closer somehow. It felt good, I had to admit. Jonathan was the type of man I felt I could tell anything to.

Eventually, the conversation waned.
Somehow we had moved closer together. We’d started off sitting on the other side of the couch from one another, then slowly moved closer together until I could feel Jonathan’s heat radiating from his body. He was so close to me, I could just lean over and kiss him.

And that was exactly what I did.
I grabbed Jonathan and slowly moved my lips to his, feeling the heat from his mouth on mine. I closed my eyes as Jonathan kissed me back.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”
he whispered to me, and I nodded.

“I do.”
With that, Jonathan grabbed me close.

“God, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this to you, how much I’ve wanted you over the years” he whispered into my ear before nibbling on my earlobe and moving his mouth back to mine.
A fire radiated through my body as Jonathan leaned into me, guiding me onto my back on the couch. He was on top of me, his mouth on mine.

I could feel my body reacting to his touch already.
My sex was on fire, burning hot and soaking wet, and we’d barely gotten started. Jonathan slipped his tongue into my mouth, and I grabbed his hair, pulling his head to mine even further, kissing him with a passionate fervour I couldn’t remember equalling before.

Jonathan’s hands roamed up and down my body.
He took his time, the touch of his fingers so light over my dress. It was just enough to make me beg for more, but not enough to make me feel so much pleasure it became unbearable. Really, Jonathan knew exactly what to do.

His hands moved down
my body and found my thighs. He reached to the hem of my dress and slowly moved it upwards. The feeling of the soft fabric against my thighs felt like nothing else. It drove me crazy, and I moved my hips towards Jonathan without even noticing it.

I wasn’t the only one of us getting turned
on. I could feel Jonathan’s erection pressing against me through his pants, feeling it getting harder and hotter with every passing second.

With a deftness of hand that I didn’t know existed, Jonathan reached behind me with a single quick movement and undid the
zipper of my dress. He slipped it up and over my head, leaving me naked save for the thin panties covering my nether regions.

I could feel my chest heaving up and down as Jonathan moved up onto his knees for a second and admired my nearly naked body.
I felt so exposed, so open to him, and yet it felt right.

“You’re so god damned sexy” he told me, moving his hand to my breast and cupping it slowly, tweaking my nipple as he’d done the night before, only this time there was nothing in between our bodies.

His other hand slipped down towards my panties. I inhaled sharply, and Jonathan stopped.

“Are you ok? Do you still want to do this?”

“Yeah... yeah, of course. Sorry, I’m just a bit nervous. It’s been a... long time, since I’ve done this with... someone other than... well, you know...” I trailed off.

“No problem. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle” he told me as he continued to slip his fingers under my panties.

“Oh you’re nice and wet down there” he teased, moving his mouth onto my nipple for a moment.

“Oh yes” I exclaimed, leaning back into the couch and closing my eyes, savouring every little sensation of pleasure coursing through my body.

Jonathan explored my folds, his fingers gently, ever so gently moving in between them, his other hand moving down and sliding off my panties, leaving me completely naked on the couch. I could feel the juices from my sex beginning to drip from me, my body begging for more.

“Oh God.
I want you to take me” I begged. “I want you right now. I’ve wanted this for ten years, I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Patience, my sweet.
I’m going to do you, but I’m going to savour every second of it. You’re like a sweet desert, and I want to enjoy every bite” he told me, gently nibbling my nipple, making me let out a small mewl of pleasure.

Jonathan took his thumb and began to play with my clit,
gently stroking the enlarged red nub. I moaned with pleasure at his touch, the pleasure radiating through me greater than any I’d felt so far tonight. I bucked my hips against his hands, trying to force him to touch me harder, to take me harder, but Jonathan always resisted. He really was going to do this at his own pace.

As his thumb continued to toy with my clit, Jonathan’s other fingers moved down, down towards my sex, which was desperate for action.
He pressed two fingers against my quivering slit and slowly pressed them inside of me, stretching me wide. I gasped at the intrusion, then gurgled with pleasure as he began to move his digits in and out of me, slowly, taking the time to tease my skin with every movement of his fingers.

The pressure inside of me mounted.
With every movement of his body inside and against mine, the pleasure inside of me grew, until it finally reached a tipping point and I could take no more. My cries resonated across the room as the orgasm overtook me, waves of pleasure washing over my body. It was like no other sensation on the planet. I could feel my sex clenching over Jonathan’s fingers, over and over as I felt nothing but pure ecstasy.

I don’t know how long it lasted, but I do know that the seconds that passed felt like nothing else I’d ever experienced.
I came back down to earth, gasping, my body wracked from the experience I’d just undergone.

“And just think, that was only the appetizer” Jonathan told
me with a smile. That was it, I couldn’t take anymore. I reached down and grabbed his shirt, practically ripping it off him, then tugged at his pants, forcing his erection free from its bounds.

He was big, definitely bigger than any man I’d ever been with before, and I looked at his shaft like a ravenous beast desperate for a meal.
I wanted him inside of me, and I wanted him now. It was so big, so beautiful, so perfectly formed. Jonathan moved in between my legs, spreading them apart. All of my inhibitions, any nerves I had before had completely evaporated. I was getting greedy: despite just having had one of the best orgasms of my life, I wanted another one. I wanted more.

Jonathan rubbed his shaft in the juices drippin
g out of me, then pressed his tip against my slit. He lay still for a minute, teasing me, until I let out a desperate moan.

“Oh please Jonathan!” I begged.

“Well, since you said please” he replied, pressing the shaft against my entrance and sliding deep inside of me.

A moan escaped my lips as his shaft stretched me wide, wider than anything I’d experienced before.
It took my body a moment to accustom itself to his width, my walls complaining slightly as the muscles stretched to accommodate him, but as soon as he began to thrust in and out of me, I relaxed, the slight discomfort being replaced by pure, unadulterated pleasure.

“Oh God!”
I exclaimed, unable to keep quiet. “Oh that feels good!”

Jonathan continued to pump in and out of me, starting off slowly before picking up the pace.
Again, I could feel the pressure building up inside of me, for the second time that night. He alternated his pace, sometimes going hard and fast and bringing me closer and closer to the edge, then suddenly slowing down, bringing me back, allowing me to enjoy the slow, deliberate movements he made that sent so much pleasure coursing through me.

Jonathan did this over and over, before finally he stopped bringing me down.
He began to pump hard, his cock moving in and out of me at a rapid pace. Every slap of his hips against my nether regions turned me on more. The sound of his small grunts of pleasure every so often were incredible, and before I knew it, I found myself on the edge of orgasm once more.

“I’m going... oh, I’m going to come!” I cried out, only seconds before my body exploded with pleasure once more.
I’d thought the first orgasm was strong, but it had nothing on this second one. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I clutched at Jonathan’s back, as though holding him close was the only thing that would keep me on this planet. I felt like my body was being ripped apart by a tidal wave of pleasure, fiery bliss running through every vein in my body.

Eventually, finally, after what felt like an eternity the orgasm passed. My legs felt like jelly as I lay on the bed, Jonathan still pounding in and out of me above me.
I lay there with my eyes closed, enjoying his rhythmic thrusts in and out of me until a minute later he picked up the pace even more before pulling out and shooting his hot seed all over my stomach.