Romance: Rockstar Romance: Rock My World (A Bad Boy Rock Star and a College Girl Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Second Chance Romance) (83 page)

''Sorry again if I embarrassed you tonight.''

''Don't worry, it's probably the kind of thing you do at every concert,'' she said.

He ignored her comment. ''Will you come to my hotel with me?'' he asked.

''I'd like that very much,'' she said. He was too handsome to refuse and like many women before
her; she
was mesmerized by his stardom.

The hotel lobby was quiet as they walked to the elevator. When she looked in
the elevator
's mirror, she saw how flushed her cheeks were. Her cheeks always went that color when she
was sexually charged
.

''Do you want a drink?'' he asked. He opened the mini bar and took out a small bottle of water.

''No I'm okay. Can I use the bathroom?''

''Sure, help yourself.''

Josie closed the door behind her and took another look at herself in the mirror. If she'd known she was going to have sex,
she
'd have worn her best underwear, what
she
had on was hardly going to impress him, she thought.
She
saw a robe hanging on the door. That was her get
out; she
'd take her clothes off in the bathroom, put on the robe, stuff her bra and panties into her bag and he'd never know.

When she went back into the room, he was lying on the bed. He got up, put his hand on her robe and pulled it open. He stepped a little closer and put his hands inside.
Josie had never been so horny.
This was
going to be a night she could remember for the rest of her life, and she was going to enjoy it.

When his hands rested on her hips, he bent down and kissed her. As his hands slid around her and cupped her buttocks, she groaned and pushed herself to him.

''You're so pretty,'' he said.
''I just had to ask you back.''

''Which number am I? Three hundred something?'' she asked.

''Don't spoil it. It's just you and me. Don't think those kinds of thoughts,'' he said.

''Okay,'' she muttered as his lips touched hers again.

He maneuvered her to the bed and pushed her onto it. Her robe fell
open,
and he looked at her. Under his gaze, she was suddenly shy and closed the robe.

''Why did you do that, you're perfect,'' he said.

''I'm shy, it's not every day one has sex with a world famous musician.''

''Why be shy with a body like yours?''

''Because there are bits I don't like and I don't want you staring at them. And because I didn't know I was going to get laid tonight, my legs aren't as smooth as I'd like.''

''Which bits are you talking about?''

''I'm hardly going to tell you that.''

''Go on. What the hell have you got to hide? You could be a supermodel.''

''I've got a birthmark on my inner
thigh,
and one of my boobs is a bit bigger than the other.''

''Jesus, is that all you're worried about?''

''Yes. It's okay for you. You're perfect,'' she said.

He laughed and lay down next to her. ''I'm not perfect. I've got one real problem. One I hate talking about,'' he whispered.

Josie looked at
him, he
appeared to be talking seriously. ''What? Sorry, I thought.....''

''I'm so embarrassed about my....er......penis.''

''Oh. Why? I'm sure it's fine.'' Visions of him with a two-inch cock appeared in her head.

''It's fucking huge,'' he shouted.

''You asshole. I was beginning to feel
really
sorry for you.'' She thumped him playfully. ''Go on then. Show me just how huge it is.''

''
Actually,
it's
really
average. Nothing to write home about.''

''I can see the newspaper headlines.
Beezee
has
average
cock. I bet it would be headline news.''

''
Very funny
. Now where did we get to before you went all shy on me?''

He ran his hand over her calves and up under the robe to her thighs. ''Your legs are
wonderful
, I don't know what you're
talking about
. Now let's have a look at your boobies.'' He peeled the robe open and looked at her chest. ''Wonderful,'' he added as he lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth.

''Nice,'' she groaned and put her hand on the back of his
head
.

When he'd made her nipples as hard as they had ever been, he stood up and began to undress. He had a great body. Even a six pack, which she hadn't expected.

''You look like you train a lot,'' she said.

''A hell of a lot.'' When his pants were round his
ankles,
she saw what he'd described as an average cock pushing the material in his shorts toward her. She looked over the length of his body. His chest was smooth, the way she liked her men, and his legs were long and slender and not overly hairy.

''Show me your average cock,'' she said.

''Now you're making me shy.'' It didn't stop him sliding his shorts down thought.

''If that's average, I'm the Queen of England,'' she giggled.

''What?''

''Look at it. It's great. Come here.''

When he knelt
on the bed,
she put her lips to his manhood and began to kiss it. He stroked her breasts and her belly. He wasn't in a hurry to touch her where she most wanted to be
touched
. He wanted to discover her slowly.

Josie had never understood why some women just don't like it. She loved it. Giving head was the thing
she
loved most of all. She loved the powerful feeling it gave her. She loved it when she felt a man shiver at her touch.

''Stop you're going to make me come,'' he said as her head rose and fell on him. He pushed her head gently from him. ''Jesus you're good at that.'' She looked up at him and smiled. 

He lay down next to her and pulled her up onto him. She straddled him and slipped him inside her. She began to rock gently. She could she how much pleasure he was getting from seeing her breasts swing gently to and fro. She put her hands on his chest and stroked over the muscles. His body was hard and
angular,
and she loved how it felt to be on top of one of the country's most famous men.

He put his hands on her hips and pulled her forward, off his penis. He slithered on his back under
her
and lifted his head to her most sensitive place. Josie cried out when he took her clitoris in his mouth and flicked his tongue over it. He held her in his mouth, lifted his arms and fondled her breasts until she lost control and came on his face.

''Jesus,'' she exclaimed as her body shook.

''You smell so gorgeous,'' he said.
''I love it.''

When she slumped down on her back, he rolled over, opened her legs and pushed himself into her. She came again, instantly. He stopped and enjoyed the feel of her body as it trembled under him.

''Come
on fuck
me,'' she moaned,
unhappy
that he'd stopped.

He picked up the pace and gave her more orgasms before she held him tightly to her and whispered, ''Now.''

''Do you want me to leave?'' she asked when they were lying in bed.

''Hell no. I
want you
to stay and sleep with me. You've been reading too much bullshit about my reputation.''

''I'll tell you what I've read. I've read that you screw you way around the world, splash your money around uncontrollably, and write and perform fantastic songs.''

''Well at least you said I write
fantastic
songs, I'm not just known for the bad bits.''

She put her hand on his chest and stroked over his nipples. ''Why do you do it?''

''Do what?''

''Screw a lot of women?''

He sighed under her touch and put his hands behind his head. ''Things get grossly exaggerated. I don't have sex nearly as often as people think. But I do get more than most men.''

''Yes, but why?''

''Women throw themselves at me. Beautiful women. It's hard not to.''

''What do they want from you?'' She was stroking his stomach now.

''Money. A taste of my life. My big dick.''

''No, the third can't be right,'’ she giggled as her hand cupped his manhood. ''No it can't be anything to do with a big dick.''

''Ha. Ha. No, it's all about money and fame. That's what they want.''

''Do you realize you approached me this evening. I didn't do a
thing, you
seduced me. Why?''

''In the first instance because you're so
very beautiful,
and I couldn't take my eyes away from you. Then after chatting with you, I liked you even more.''

''When I wake up in the morning, I have to go to work. I work in a kindergarten. I'm just
a normal
girl, going about life
as best
I can. I'm nothing special.''

He turned on his side and looked at her. ''Oh yes you are. You're very special. I don't want you to be tired tomorrow, but do you think we could......?

''Again?''

He nodded.

Josie came three times under his hard thrusts. He made her feel like a woman. There was
nothing effeminate
about him at
all, he
was a man taking what he wanted.

*****

''Josie, come here,'' Madge said urgently. ''Have you seen this?'' Madge passed her the local newspaper and pointed to a small article. Josie read it and put her hand over her mouth.

''But it's been weeks,'' Josie said.

''Well, you can read as well as I can. He wants to find you. Didn't you exchange phone numbers or anything?''

''No, he was asleep when I went to work. I just left.''

''
Beezee
is looking for a woman called Josie, in Little Hampton, who he would like to thank for donating to his charity. That's what it says,'' Madge said. ''What are you going to do?''

''Get in touch with him. He's lovely.''

''Wow,'' Madge said hardly able to imagine what was happening.

''In fact, I'm going to call him now.'' She took her cell and called the number provided. She was surprised to hear a woman's voice answer.

''No, I'm just his secretary. I'll get him, hold on,'' the woman said.

''Hi Josie,'' he said. ''I found you.''

''Why did you want to find me?''

''I would have thought that was obvious. I want to ask you out.''

''You live a million miles away.''

''Do you want to go out with me or not?''

''Yes. I do. I like you.''

''Good. How about tomorrow evening.''

''Er......okay.''

''Do you know and airport called Fitzwilliam?''

''Yes. It's quite close to here.'

''I'll send a plane. Just ask for
Beezee's
plane and they'll show you the way.''

''But, I've got to go to work the next day. I hope you're not thinking of taking me half way around the world.''

''You'll be back in time. Don't worry.''

Madge
looked opened-mouthed
at Josie. Her new roommate had just gotten a date with the number one in music. ''I don't believe what just happened,'' she said.

''Neither do I. He wants to date me.''

*****

''This is the most beautiful place I think I've ever been to what do they call it?'' Josie said.

''Wollaston Springs. It's wonderful isn't it?''

Jodie hadn't got a clue where she was. They'd flown her to some small airfield
in the
middle of nowhere.
Beezee
was waiting for her when she arrived and driven her to a restaurant in the
middle
of a lake. The whole lake
was lit
with colored
lights,
and there were a thousand fountains, gushing intermittently into the air.

''So why did you want to ask me on a date?'' she asked.

''You left last time without leaving me any contact information,'' he said as she studied the menu. ''I couldn't stop thinking about
you,
so I decided to place the newspaper notice, in the hope either you or someone you knew would read it.''

''Well I'm
really
glad you did,'' she said. ''Have you ever eaten lobster?'' she asked.