Simon: Rockstar Romance (The ProVokaTiv Series Book 3) (11 page)

“Pretty,” she said, reaching her small hand out and touching my blonde hair and then pointing to my green eyes.

“Aw, thanks. You’re pretty, too,” I said, reaching out and touching one of the braids she had framing her chubby, ebony face.

This type of interaction continued and every person I met melted my heart a little bit more, but not as much as what I saw from the one person I already knew. I glanced across the room and saw Simon sitting on a miniature drum set, holding a stick in his hand. Then he transferred it over to a small boy’s hands and showed him how to hold it correctly. He adjusted his thumb and was completely engrossed, talking to the little boy as if he were an adult who understood perfect English, but it didn’t matter. The boy was completely into it and his face was so serious that he kind of reminded me of Simon.

The small boy crawled onto Simon’s lap then and Simon put his arms around him and his hands over the top of his and started to play, going across to all of the drums and tapping his foot on the pedal that the little boy couldn’t reach. It was a slowed down version of one of ProVokaTiv’s quickest paced songs,
Illusion
, and the remake was hands down my favorite.

Simon had never looked sexier or more relaxed. The sight of it turned me on like I’d never been turned on before. It put my hormones into an instant mosh pit where they were slamming around, growing more excited with each beat of the song, and all I wanted was to please this man, in every possible way.

I would have dropped the drumsticks if the little guy on my lap wasn’t clinging to them so tightly. Jessie was walking up to me, looking at me like she was Cleopatra and I was Mark Anthony. She didn’t have to say a single word—I was in her sights and damn, I was thrilled about it. With her hands in the back pocket of her jeans, she said, “They said we’ve got to get going now. It’s a wrap for the day.”

“Wow, that went by quickly,” I said, looking up at her and tilting my head a bit. If she could read my mind, she’d already know that she was naked and in my arms, me longing to feel her warm body beneath me and slide into her.

“Yeah, it did,” she said. Then she looked at the little guy on my lap. “You’re so good.”

He smiled and put his thumb up in the air, “Rock star.”

“Simon’s a rock star, yes,” Jessie said.

“No. Me rock star.”

She started laughing and put her hand on his head of wavy hair. “Yes you are.”

For the first time the entire trip, I wasn’t even thinking about pictures and opportunities. I’d been lost in the moment and the music that I’d loved so much as a kid. Seeing the photographers’ flashes snapped me back to reality and I hoped that none of those pictures captured what I was thinking when I was looking at Jessie.

We arrived back at the hotel after the longest car ride of my life. The heat had rolled off the two of us, and yet we’d kept our distance, Jessie leaning against her armrest, and me itching to scoot closer, except I was afraid that if even my arm brushed against Jessie that I’d lose control right in the back of that town car. That was not the good kind of publicity…no matter how good it might feel.

“I was thinking of eating in my room tonight. Care to join me?” I said, turning to hold my hand out to her as she slid across the passenger seat toward my open door.

“Business or pleasure?” she whispered.

“That’s up to you,” I said, smiling.

“Well, I’ve had enough business today.” Then she winked at me and my cock instantly grew in length just a bit. What was going on?

The second we were in the room and my door was shut, Jessie gave me a sly grin and said, “I see my appetizer is ready.”

This hot, bold Jessie was so sexy. She was like a dominatrix who was about to take over and command me to do her will, and I wasn’t the least bit opposed to it.

Jessie didn’t take her eyes off me as her hands moved down my sides and she reached down and pulled my t-shirt out of my jeans and slid it up over my head. Still focused on my face, she unbuckled my belt and, unbuttoned my jeans, and then slid them down, allowing them to drop to the ground. I stepped out of them, kicking my shoes off as I did so and looked at her appreciatively, loving the t-shirt she wore—copper colored with a bright sunshine in the center—as if she were a bright-burning precious metal. I wanted that shirt off of her.

Picking her up, I carried her over to the bed, laid her down on it and slowly peeled off her clothes, ready to see her creamy flesh and explore it thoroughly, slowly, and methodically. She turned me on so bad, and I wanted to forget everything I ever struggled to be and just go with the flow, no calculated actions or worrying about the results. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, and it had come to surface so rapidly, too. There was no warming up period for her. Somehow, she’d made me all-in physically and made it so I couldn’t keep my word.  One time thing? Yeah, right. I wanted it to be a two-peat, three-peat, and even more.

What I loved most about Jessie, aside from the brains and beauty, was how confident she was to pursue something when she decided to—without alcohol. Having a woman who took what she wanted because of her inner courage and not liquid courage was a huge turn-on. I used to say that I’d hold out for a woman like that in my life, one who was as sexually stimulating as she was intellectually stimulating. Now, I was wondering, did I find one?

But she was on one elbow with one leg was bent as she looked at me and crooked her pointed her finger, drawing me closer. I listened, glad to take her orders. She grabbed my waist and pulled me down to her and, when I was close enough, thrust her hips upward to meet mine, grinding into me like a desperate and needy woman. Her warm flesh against my raging hard-on felt so good, so inviting.

I leaned down to kiss Jessie softly and she plunged her tongue into my mouth, flickering it ever so softly on the roof of my mouth. I involuntarily pressed down harder on her mouth and kissed her, demanding more. Her hands explored my skin and I was drawn in and consumed by her urgency.

Slowly sliding out from under me, Jessie’s movements gave me the directions I needed. I rolled onto my back and she straddled me. My cock jerked at the thought of her slowly sliding down, taking all of me inside her, but instead she eased down until my hard-on was engulfed between her breasts. It was almost too much for me, but then she was gone, her hands caressing my feet and legs, showing that the touch alone turned her on. I was under her microscope and couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was like moving art.

Moving her hands to my inner thighs, she began to tease my shaft with her tongue, flittering it in and out on the tip and kissing it, licking it, and continuing to keep me in a blissfully aroused state. I reached out for her and her one hand gently came up and brushed me away, “Not now,” she cooed.

It was maddening to not touch her because I didn’t know what to do with my hands. They felt like they had to move as I experienced the sensations of her lips on all of me, making love to my cock and the way her body pressed against mine, her breasts brushing against my thighs, the tendrils from her blonde hair grazing my stomach.

My eyes finally disobeyed me and closed, unable to remain open and absorb what I was feeling from Jessie’s touch and the motions. When they did, I felt her move slightly and then slowly, achingly, she slid down so my tip connected with her pearl, making her grow wetter. Her hips circled and thrusted as she moaned out my name in satisfaction.

“Simon, oh, Simon,” she purred.

Spoken like that it sounded like the most wonderful word in the entire damn world.

Now my hands were on her, resting on her hips and then reaching up to squeeze her breasts as she moved back and forth, my hips meeting her and then we’d separate ever so slightly and thrust forward again. Perfect harmony. Amazing synchronization.

All the heat from our car ride was still between us and then there was a sudden warm flood as Jessie moaned even louder, her hands, her legs, her everything gripping me tighter. It was all I needed. We exploded together like an intense drum crescendo, bringing our own pleasure symphony to its climax.. “Ah,” I grunted, feeling so relieved to have that pressure released from inside of me.

Jessie’s breath was heavy and her cheeks were flushed when she slid away from me. I didn’t want her to go, so I offered the crook of my arm. She planted her head there, a soft, dazed grin on her face. We lay there, still entangled, basking.

“Wow,” she said.

“Wow,” I repeated.

What I’d just done with, maybe to, Simon was bold—something I’d never done before. I couldn’t even explain what had come over me, but I’d had to have him. And now there I was, in his arms, his body pressed against mine and it was amazingly empowering. I had and just taken what I wanted. It made me understand Trinity’s confidence just a bit more. Heck, even Brynn was bolder than me. Well, however it came to be, I was in the here and now and loving it.

Simon played with a tendril of my hair, both of us still quiet. I traced the lines of his chest and abs, his skin flesh so warm on my fingertips. It was another perfect moment—a bonus.

“What are you smiling at?” Simon asked, looking at me through lowered lashes. I hadn’t even realized I was smiling, but there it was.

“I’m pretty sure you have an idea,” I said, laughing now.

“That was pretty cool, pretty surprising, Jessie Martineau.”

“I agree,” I said. Then I teased, “Sorry that I threw an unexpected plan into the itinerary.”

“Yeah, I’m going to have to rearrange a few things,” he said, “but before I do…”

His words stopped flowing and in an instant, his body started doing the talking. “Time to show you how delightfully maddening it is to just accept temptation without touching.”

“Oh no,” I mumbled, but in my mind I was shouting,
oh, yes
!

Simon kissing my hand all over, nibbling my fingers and sliding them in and out of his mouth, making an electric current go straight through my center—kid you not. I’d never felt anything like it and from my recent orgasm, my body was on hyper alert. Everything was so slow, almost methodical, but intensely passionate and spontaneous, too. All things regarding this scrumptious mystery known as Simon Jefferson was a contradiction.

I could not take my eyes off him as his lips explored my body, starting at my head and ending…who knew yet? I’d just enjoy the ride.

He took my hand and, his own hand atop mine, slowly lowered it over my breasts, my belly, and pressed onto my wet pussy, watching me keenly as he helped me pleasure myself. Interesting and completely different…completely hot, too. Then it escalated. He started kissing and sucking on my other hand while this was taking place and that same electricity came back to me and I found that together, our hands were moving more quickly and my hips were thrusting and I was getting close to having another orgasm. I loved the unexpected surprise of it all and bit my lip, an “oh” escaping unbidden.

“That’s so good, so beautiful,” Simon said. He released both my hands and started to travel my body with his lips, letting me recover from that sizzling orgasm and enjoy the attention he paid to my breasts and my stomach. As he inched down, his hard-on pressed against my leg. I was already burning with anticipation for when he got to my sweet spot. It was craving him so badly and I was in complete agreement. What would I get? That was the question.

Whoa! I got fingers sliding in and out of me and a tongue pressing against the outer rims of my pussy, adding to the sensation. I cried out when he stopped, his lips moving away. But then he blew on me, making me shiver from head to toe in a most delightful way. The perfect temp of the room and the chilly blast from what he did was magnificent for me. The man had skills and creativity. An artist of the body, as well as music.

I couldn’t take it anymore. “I want you in me,” I stated.

“As you wish,” he replied. Two seconds later, he was plunging into me again and I wrapped my legs around his waistline and tilted my pelvis up and welcomed him. His hands were under my ass and he was almost kneeling as we kept going back and forth. I’d look and then my eyes would shut as the thrust of his cock touched me in hard to reach places, making my body tremble and slow eruptions of volcanic orgasms start to flow. One after the other, rapid fire. Go. Go. Go.

My voice yelled out and I had no idea how loud it was and I didn’t care. It was like I was the wolf howling at the moon. I needed it and he’d brought out the animal in me.

Then Simon’s body froze, his hips jutted out, and I looked at him, watching him orgasm.  The veins in his temples were pulsing and I couldn’t resist tracing the intensity of his masculine jaw line with my finger. Then his hands released from my ass and he rested on calves, staring at me and breathing heavy. “Geez, Jessie, that was…out of this world.”

“I might’ve gotten a concussion when my head slammed into the stars,” I said playfully.

“What?” he asked.

He didn’t get my joke. “I can’t see straight.”

Then he nodded his head and chuckled and eventually broke out into a loud laugh. He moved back and stood up and walked around to the side of the bed and sat back down, leaning over to me and kissing me on the mouth softly. My hand touched his side softly and then my stomach growled—the wolf was back.

“I think we’d better order some actual food for the main course,” Simon said laughing.

It wasn’t like I could help a growling stomach, but my cheeks blazed despite that fact. “Good idea. I’ve exerted more energy than I would have thought.”

We ate. We showered. We crashed our two physical worlds together again. Then we fell asleep.

When I woke, I was alone. Simon was sitting in the corner of the room, wearing a pair of shorts, but no shirt. He was checking his tablet and deep in thought. I enjoyed the opportunity to watch him without being caught. The serious look he mostly wore seemed a bit less intimidating now that I knew him better and knew that there was also a thoughtful and aware man behind that intense face, a guy who hoped for things that no one else would ever guess unless they took the time to really find out. How was I going to keep seeing him when this was all done—less than a week away?

“Hey, you’re awake,” he said, staring at me from the chair.

“Yeah, I just woke up.”

He walked over to me, a softer expression coming over his face as he leaned over and kissed me softly on the forehead. Mmm…