Rock Me: Sexy (New Adult Rockstar Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Erotic Romance)

by Quinn, Arabella

  My lips yielded to his demanding kiss as our tongues collided and wound around each other’s. The kiss left me dizzy, drowning in a sea of heady sensations. I knew exactly where this was leading and the thought of having sex with Tyler had butterflies dancing in my stomach as a knot of throbbing need assaulted my very core.

  Tyler's mouth possessed me with its insistent exploration as his hand slid slowly inside my dress. I moaned against his mouth as his hand glided over my taut nipples, sending sparks of desire straight to my pussy. When he broke off our kiss, my eyes flew open in worried surprise, but I didn’t need to panic when I saw his eyes smoldering with a heated lust.

  Within moments, he had located the clasp behind my neck and unfastened my dress. Slowly he peeled away the loosened fabric and bared my breasts. The ache at my very center was exquisite. Tyler lifted a breast with one hand, swiping my straining nipple with his thumb repeatedly, each touch increasing the concentrated ache below. I arched my back slightly, reveling in the attention, as I watched his eyelids grow hooded with an intense desire only matching my own.

  Our eyes met. An electric current seemed to crackle in the air between us. In that moment, when I stared into his impossibly beautiful face, I saw a glimpse of pure honest emotion that took my breath away. It only lasted a split second, but I got a peek at naked vulnerability.

  I didn’t have time to contemplate what I saw in his face though, because Tyler’s free hand had worked my dress low enough that it slid off my body and ended up in a heap of fabric around my ankles. His heated perusal of my nearly naked body had me burning with an urgency that only he could assuage.

  Without speaking a word, Tyler bent down and lowered his shoulder. Before I knew what happened, he had slung me over his back like a cave man and walked me over to the king-sized bed. He pushed the heavy comforter aside and deposited me rather gently on the bed.

  I arranged myself more modestly while Tyler turned on the lamp sitting on the bedside table. I waited eagerly for him to undress so that I could feast my eyes on his masculine body, but unfortunately, he didn’t indulge my silent wishes. Instead, he climbed onto the bed and began slowly working my panties, which consisted of a tiny scrap of silk material, down my legs and past my high heels.

  I was breathing heavily now, wild with anticipation. Tyler opened my legs, climbing between them, and watched me while I squirmed with need in front of him. He paused long enough that I whimpered in frustration, but then his mouth descended slowly and ravaged me.

  I had suppressed months of pent up lust and naughty fantasies, so now, Tyler’s intimate kiss was quickly undoing every last vestige of control. I clutched wildly at the bed sheets as his tongue circled my clit over and over before it plunged into my juicy center. This was not a slow and leisurely build to pleasure, but a quick, explosive and very turbulent ride of pure intense pleasure. I was hurtling towards release and there was no way to stop it or even slow it down.

  My head thrashed against the pillow as Tyler began pushing harder and faster against me with his tongue. As my soft moans increased in volume, he increased the intensity of his ministrations.

  I could hold back no longer. It wasn’t a choice. Tyler was pressing against my swollen clit, moving his tongue over and inside me faster and rougher. I had risen higher and faster than I had ever before, and when his mouth sucked against my sex, my hips jerked in reaction. I let out a warbled whimper as my body exploded in climax.

  My muscles clenched and spasmed in pleasure; it felt like a ton of fireworks had just been set off inside my body. It took me at least a minute to regain my equilibrium and even remember where I was.

  I opened my eyes to see that Tyler had taken off his shirt and was smiling lazily, looking quite satisfied with himself. Oh God, I wanted so much more from him. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I wanted to run my hands all over him. I wanted to feel him inside me, possessing me.

  He reached out his hand and traced a circle on my belly with the tip of his finger. I wanted to drag him to me, but I lay still, shivering as his finger slowly traced a pattern up to my breast. A dull ache throbbed in my core. When his fingers pinched my hardened nipple, I felt a shock of desire. I watched, mesmerized, as his finger traced a path to the other breast. By the time his fingers arrived at my other breast, I was whimpering for relief. I needed him again, already. As his finger slowly circled my nipple, I pushed my breast towards his hand. Finally, I was rewarded. Not with a pinch, but by his mouth.

  Tyler’s tongue flicked over my taut bud before he nipped it tenderly with his teeth. My soft whimpers turned to louder moans when he moved to the other breast and took it into his mouth. He sucked gently as his hand slid over my breast and his fingers tweaked my nipple with a steady pressure.

  I writhed under his touch when the slow ache that had started to build in my center grew more demanding with every touch. I was desperate to feel Tyler's fingers stroking my clit and his cock filling my pussy. My hips pressed against his outstretched body, instinctively seeking relief.

  Mercifully, I felt his hand skimming down my hip and heading towards my thrumming center. My hands anchored on his broad shoulders as his fingers gently whispered over my mound before sliding through my quivering slit.

  When his finger plunged into my slickened core, I gasped his name, “Tyler!” His finger eased in and out of me slowly. I pushed against his hand demanding more as I sensed a new urgency building. Still his fingers patiently stroked my pussy and endlessly rubbed at my swollen and sensitive clit until I felt a flood of warm moisture answer his endless thrusts. As my movements grew more frantic, thrashing against his penetrating fingers, Tyler slid another finger into my pussy and rubbed against my walls. A strangled whimper escaped from my lips as he found my g-spot and teasingly massaged it. A white-hot intensity flashed in my core, building the pressure to unbearable heights.

  My fingernails dug into his skin while his finger rubbed my secret spot, his thumb teasing my clit, his lips tugging on my breast. I was hopeless to resist. My orgasm was quick and powerful, a flood of molten juices released in a gush as I reached a state of rapturous pleasure.

  I’m not sure how long I remained in that blissful state, but when once again, I finally became aware of my surroundings, Tyler was off the bed and stripping off his pants. My limbs were paralyzed, entirely unusable. It felt like every last bit of sexual pleasure had already been completely wrung from me.

  I took in the magnificent sight of him unclothed, from his perfect body to his sexy tattoos. In that moment I needed him so much, it felt like I need him to keep myself breathing. My dreamy haze started to wear off enough to notice almost dispassionately that he was rolling a condom onto his cock. For the first time in my life I was too addled to think responsibly. My brain was mush. Pure lust was driving my actions. My body was already buzzing with the knowledge of what was to come next. Good thing one of us was being responsible.

  A thrill of excitement shot to my belly as he climbed back onto the bed. I reached for him and pulled him against me. My arms circled around him, keeping him close. I loved feeling his body against mine, his warm skin pressed up against my own. When his lips found my own, my stomach fluttered. I was amazed that such a sweet kiss could cause my stomach to flutter, even after being reminded of the erotic intimacy we had just shared when I tasted the essence of my sex on his lips.

  Tyler pulled away from my lips with a sexy growl. He nudged my legs open and settled in between them, watching me the whole time. My heart beat faster as I watched his cock get closer to my throbbing pussy. When the waiting grew unbearable, I wrapped my legs around his waist, silently begging him to fill me.

  One hand guided his cock toward the opening of my pussy, while the other slid under my bottom. His hands supported me as he lifted my hips and then thrust into my center with one swift motion. I gasped at the sensation, hardly believing the sweet piercing jolt of pleasure that shot through me. My own juices already had me well lubricated, so that the sensation of T
yler’s cock filling me was breathtaking. I didn't have time to revel in the incredible feeling though, because Tyler had lifted my hips and slowly sunk into me yet again.

  His movements were deliberate and slow. My legs squeezed tightly around his waist as my hips met his every thrust. He watched me intently. He wasn’t concentrating on himself; he was completely focused on me. He hadn’t said a word this whole time, but he didn’t need to talk. I could feel the connection between us; it was palpable. This was more than just sex. He was looking into my eyes. Looking into my soul. I was lost. This was deeper than just one night of blissful sex; we had connected emotionally. I could feel it in my heart and it was a pure and true emotion, not fanciful. This was real. And I was sure I saw the same knowledge burning in his eyes, too.

  "Tyler!" I gasped his name as he entered me over and over again. With each thrust, the pressure mounted. Every pump took me to closer to ecstasy until I felt I would finally shatter to pieces. Our connection never broke as he pushed me closer to the edge. Just when I thought I couldn’t bear anymore of the exquisite agony, I felt an orgasm wash over and wholly consume me. My inner muscles contracted wildly while Tyler increased the rhythm of his thrusts searching for his own outlet.

  Moaning with abandon and overwhelmed by sensation, I hung on until I felt Tyler tense. With one final thrust, he drove into me. I pulled Tyler against my body even as my insides still shuddered against his pulsing cock.

  Far before I was ready to let him go, Tyler rolled off of me and headed toward the bathroom. It gave me a few moments to compose myself and to think. I smiled to myself. I had no regrets. What had passed between us had been amazing. I was feeling on top of the world.

  No matter what Tyler might think, this was not casual sex. I could no longer deny that there wasn’t real substance underneath my infatuation for Tyler. I had seen something in his eyes that he couldn’t hide and it gave me the confidence I needed to pursue my secret fantasies that I barely dared to dream.

  Tyler finished in the bathroom and then came over to the bed, perfectly nude. If he wasn’t shy about his body, then I wasn’t going to be shy about looking. It was already giving me naughty ideas for later.

  Tyler rubbed his hand through his hair. “You probably should head back to your room.”

  His words were like a splash of cold water. I lamely tried to joke, “That’s all? You’re worn out after that? I expected more from a rock star.”

  His eyes flashed dark with anger. “Sorry I didn’t live up to your expectations, Katie. Maybe you should’ve invited the camera crew in here, maybe then you wouldn’t be so disappointed. At least you would have some good footage.”

  Oh shit. “That was a joke, Tyler. I’m not disappointed at all. Maybe we need to talk about this.”

  His eyes didn’t soften. “There’s nothing to talk about. You got what you wanted from me, so now you can leave.”

  All the anger I saw earlier in the hallway was coming back. Somehow, I had mistakenly thought that our lovemaking had broken through the antagonism Tyler felt towards me and highlighted a truth. “Tyler, we have to work together. If something is bothering you, let’s talk about it. I’m not sure why you’re so mad at me.”

  “I’m not mad at you.” Tyler stalked across the room and picked up my dress. He tossed it over to the bed.

  I could see his jaw clenching. He was really mad under the calm surface. I wanted to pound the bed in frustration. Somehow, I had read something in his eyes that just wasn’t there. Evidently, he had fucked me because he could. Because he wanted to. There was no deeper meaning to it. There was no soul connection.

  I began slipping the dress over my head, holding back my tears. “I don’t understand. Why are you treating me like this? What have I done?”

  Tyler sneered. “I lost respect for you long before you spread your legs for me and cheated on your boyfriend. You might think what I do is wrong – sleeping with different women – but at least I never betrayed anyone. The girls that I’m involved with know they’re just getting a good lay and they’re okay with that.”

  I gasped with shock at the cruel words he was throwing at me. “Spread my legs for you? Is that how little you value me?”

  Tyler’s eyes were blazing as he walked back towards the bed. “You only sleep with men who can do something for you. You’re the one who told me that Rock Star Diaries would make or break your career. It looks like you’re going to make it now.”

  My mouth hung open in astonishment at these crazy accusations. “I didn’t need to sleep with you to make the show a success –”

  “What if it all implodes now? What if Cold Fusion suddenly stops jumping through all your hoops? Would it all fall apart?” Tyler’s anger was palpable, but nothing he was saying was making any sense.

  I felt everything slipping away from me including the insane notion that I was in love with Tyler and that he had real feelings for me. My stomach was churning with fear. I couldn’t fight this unless I figured it out. I was panicked. I wanted to run out the door and soothe my hurt feelings. I wanted to cower from the awful things he had said to me, but I had to keep him talking so that I could prove he was wrong about me. If I walked out that door now, I knew it was all over.

  “Tyler –”

  The cellphone on the night table began ringing. Tyler grabbed it and looked at the caller. The angry scowl melted from his face as he answered. “Hey.”

  I heard a woman on the other end of the call, but I couldn’t hear what she said. Tyler turned his back to me and talked quietly. The conversation was less than a minute, but when Tyler turned back around, he almost looked surprised to see me still there.

  Tyler shook his head sadly. “I thought you were different, Katie.”

  Chapter 12

  The phone call had been short, but those few words had set his mind racing. Moments earlier he had been lashing out at Katie in complete anger. Yeah, he had been butt hurt when she made that wisecrack about rock stars. It hit a little too close to home for him lately. But that had been just an excuse to lash out.

  It had slipped out when he told Katie that he had thought she was different than other girls, but that was the real source of his pain. He had really liked her. For a moment, when they were having sex, he had felt something, a longing for their relationship to be more than just a fantastic night of sex. He had never wanted a committed relationship to one woman before in his entire life. He even scorned his friends for having girlfriends, because he just didn’t understand it.

  Cold Fusion had always lived by two hard, fast rules. ‘No repeat sex’ and ‘no love without the glove’. He’d only slipped up a few times by mistake, and that was only on rule one. The rules had worked well for the band for more than a decade. Why did it all seem to be falling apart now? Why was he questioning the very basics?

  He had wrongly built up in his head his relationship to Katie into something it was not. There was nothing special between them. So, she was a good fuck. She wasn’t the first and she wouldn’t be the last. He wasn’t the type of guy to over-analyze his feelings. He’d move on and forget about her, just like he had hundreds of other girls.

  As he stepped under the warm spray from the shower, his mind was already turning away from Katie. He was excited and terrified all at the same time. He replayed the phone conversation in his head:

  “Tyler? It’s Sabrina. We got the call.”

  He struggled to let the meaning of her words sink in. Her ragged breath broke the silence on the other end of the line. He heard her soft sob, “God I’m so scared, Ty.”

  He snapped out of his stupor and spoke soothingly, “Hey. It’s okay. This is a good thing, right? When is it?”

  “As soon as they can.” Another sob. “I don’t think I can do this.”

  He wished he could wrap her in his arms and comfort her. “You can. Hang in there. I’m on my way.”

  Tyler hurried through his shower, while he thought about all he needed to do. When he stepped out of the bathroom
with a towel wrapped around his waist, he was stunned to find Katie waiting for him.

  “Katie, what the fuck are you still doing here?” He found his bag and started pulling out fresh clothes.

  She looked so damned beautiful as she watched him warily. She was dressed once again in her sexy black dress and heels, but her hair was messed up, making her look softer and more vulnerable. She was anything but, though and he would be smart to remember that.

  “Tyler, I don’t want to leave like this. Can we please just talk about this?”

  For a moment, he got the urge to ease the obvious distress on her face. But of course she was worried. She didn’t want anything to go wrong for her precious show. The thought made him angry again and he didn’t have time or energy for that right now.

  Tyler slipped on a pair of jeans. “No. I don’t want to talk. Now, would you just leave? I’m busy.”

  Katie put her hands on her hips. “Are you going somewhere? Now? At two o’clock in the morning?”

  He didn’t have time to argue. He’d get ready and go, leave her arguing with an empty room. She watched while he slipped on a black t-shirt and stuffed his old clothes back into the bag. He went back into the bathroom and dumped his personal toiletries into his bag. That was it. He was ready to roll.

  When he walked out with his packed bag, Katie sighed. “Are you going back to the tour bus? You don’t have to – I’ll just leave.”

  Why did he have the urge to upset her? To make her feel as shitty as she made him feel? He headed for the door. “I’m not going to the tour bus. I’m leaving.”

  “What do you mean, leaving?” She started following him to the door.

  Tyler had already lifted his phone to his ear and called his bodyguard. “Sam, it’s Tyler. I need a ride to the airport. I’ll be in the lobby waiting.”