RockMySenses

by Lisa Carlisle

  The more time I spent with him, the less I thought he was this womanizing asshole everyone pegged him to be. The glimpses into his considerate side made me wonder if the aloofness was a defense mechanism rather than part of his character. Or maybe I was just a lucky one that he let me see through the veneer.

  But why me?

  “Get away from that guy.” He finished dictating the text. Then he plugged the phone in and pressed a button on his steering wheel. “Play Spiders,” he commanded. Music came on.

  “Pretty high tech,” I remarked.

  “Of course.”

  We listened to a song in silence. At the end of it, he said, “It’s by System of a Down. Always calms me down.” He turned the music lower and glanced at me. “Are you ready for this?”

  Mike then explained how this man tried to manipulate his mind. When it didn’t work, he explained how no human could have leapt the way Mike had done. He told him he was a gargoyle and suspected Mike had some of his traits. When Mike didn’t believe him, he showed him by transforming into a stone creature. Mike freaked out and told him to leave him alone.

  After he was finished, he asked, “You think I’m crazy now, don’t you?”

  I didn’t know what to say. “That’s a crazy story, but I don’t think you’re insane. I think you’re telling me what you think to be the truth.”

  “Meaning what? That I’m hallucinating?”

  “I don’t know what’s going on right now, but I can see you’re pretty freaked out. What are you going to do now?” I asked.

  “I don’t know,” he said. “My primary concern is making sure you’re safe.”

  Another flutter of delight spread through me. Even in his distress, he thought of me first.

  He slammed his hand over his mouth. “Which is probably the opposite of what I’ve just done.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “I shouldn’t have told you anything. He said this is a closely guarded secret. What if he comes after us since we know his secrets?”

  I put my hand on his shoulder. “Nobody knows you told me. Nobody knows you’re with me. It’s okay.”

  “It’s not okay. You would not have been at the club tonight, I convinced you to come. It’s my fault what happened to you out there.”

  “No, Mike. Stop blaming yourself. I came here of my own free will. That asshole did what he did out of his. You had nothing to do with it.” I placed my hand on his thigh for emphasis. “Everything is going to be okay.”

  When the tenseness in his muscles eased, I glanced to the road. “Where are we going?”

  “To drop you off at your place.”

  I shook my head. “My roommate is there. I want us to be alone.”

  “You want to come to my place?” His brows furrowed in confusion.

  “Yes.”

  “I thought you had the one night rule.”

  “Don’t mention that right now.” I rubbed from his shoulder down his arm. “You took care of me tonight. Now let me take care of you.”

  He pulled into his driveway and turned off the headlights. As we walked up to his house, he draped his arm around my shoulder. After he unlocked the door, he stepped aside to let me walk in.

  “For a rock star, you’re quite chivalrous,” I remarked.

  “That’s because I’m Marianna Harvey’s son. If she caught me not holding a door for a woman, she’d smack me upside the head.”

  When I entered his living room, it was with familiarity. I knew where everything was. A comfortable sensation enveloped me on being back, especially since I never thought I’d return.

  “Why don’t you relax in the living room and I’ll make us some hot chocolate or something?” I offered.

  “No way.” He spread his hands. “Absolutely not. You’re a guest in my house. You sit down and make yourself comfortable. I’ll make the cocoa.”

  I removed my boots and placed them on the boot tray, smiling when I remembered the saucy way I’d dropped my thong there last time. A blue and brown afghan lay over the back of the couch so I wrapped it around me as I sat down. A stack of magazines lay on an end table and I flipped through them. Guitar World, Wired, computer magazines, comic books, and one surprise, This Old House. I smirked as his collection reflected his personality. I flipped through This Old House to see if there was anything I’d find interesting. Some construction projects I’d never attempt when I could just buy them, but some gardening tips that would come in handy if I one day had a place with a garden.

  Mike returned with two steaming mugs and a plate of chocolate chip cookies.

  I waved the magazine. “I’m surprised you read this.”

  “I own a house so I need to fix things. Besides I like to work with my hands.” He put down the plate of cookies. “We had a rough night. We can indulge in some comfort food.”

  “You don’t have to convince me.” I took a sip of the soothing hot beverage and then helped myself to a cookie after he set it down. The chocolate melted in my warm mouth and I savored the flavors on my tongue. “So good,” I said.

  “A bakery down the street. One of my weaknesses. But I’m surprised you didn’t scold me. You’re a fitness professional.”

  “I’m not one of those kinds who never eat dessert. I eat what I want, just in moderation.”

  “Whatever you doing, keep doing.” He eyed me covered with the afghan. “You’re fuckin’ gorgeous.” His voice came out a low, smoky growl that sent vibrations rippling through me.

  I watched Mike as he walked over to the stereo system. The view of his backside afforded me a chance to study him without him noticing and I took advantage of the opportunity. His hair fell in loose waves past his shoulders in a wild, untamed way I loved and I longed to run my fingers through them. The loose white button-down shirt was untucked but clung to his shoulders and arms, giving me a glimpse of muscles toned from endless hours of practice. Sexiest of all were the black leather pants, the quintessential article of rock star clothing he pulled off effortlessly, making countless women swoon as he played on stage.

  But tonight he was mine. And only mine.

  I’d seen him in work clothes with his hair pulled back and glasses on and I’d seen him in a social setting at the New Year’s Eve party. Although he projected a sexy vibe no matter what he wore, none had hit me more than the way he looked now, comfortable in his habitat. I hadn’t planned on coming here tonight. The circumstances that led us here were beyond anything I could have concocted. But now that I was here again I would use whatever time I had with him tonight to the fullest.

  Mike found a song he liked and he turned it up, humming the tune. “Richie Sambora.”

  “From Bon Jovi? He sings?”

  “Yeah. His solo stuff isn’t as well known, but he’s a great guitarist. I love this tune.”

  “What‘s it called?”

  “You Never Really Know. Listen to the guitar. The soul in his voice.”

  A deep, sexy voice crooned from the speakers with some sort of haunted guitar riffs, but I was more fascinated by the man approaching me. He was a conundrum in so many ways. From his day job to his role in the band, from his public persona as the aloof, womanizing rock guitarist to the considerate man who set up my studio to be more efficient than I ever could have imagined. And someone who repeatedly tried to keep me safe from harm.

  He sat next to me on the couch and we leaned back, sipping the cocoa in silence, listening to the music. This was something he clearly loved to do, just sit in his living room and listen to music. While I listened to the song, I was more aware of how close Mike’s thighs were to my own. The heat from his body was electrifying, lighting all my senses with a smoldering flame.

  Who knew how long we had? I had put up a barrier to keep from getting hurt, but it hadn’t withstood the strength of our attraction. But there was no way anything between us could last for long. Not between our different lifestyles, not to mention how busy we both were. And no matter how much I was drawn to him, I had to
learn from my past mistakes or else I was a fool.

  Forcing the inevitable end out of my mind, I focused on the present. We were here now, together, and worrying about the future wouldn’t do any good.

  I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for watching out for me.” I smiled to show my appreciation. “You might be out of your mind, but I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.”

  He ruffled my hair and kissed the top of my head. “I don’t know how you always seem to find trouble, lady, but I’m glad to be the one to help you out of it.” He opened an arm and motioned to his shoulder, inviting me closer.

  I leaned in, snuggling in the crook in his arm as he enclosed me in a protective embrace. I covered us both with the afghan. Whatever crazy events had led me to this place were worth it. A warm glow of happiness lit me from within.

  My mind registered all the areas our bodies touched and a greater awareness of him spread through me. The happiness that enveloped me as snug as a cocoon made way for other pleasurable sensations. My nipples tightened, yearning for attention, and heat pooled between my thighs, making me squirm and readjust.

  I reached up to kiss his neck and tasted the salty remnants of sweat from his energetic performance on stage. Breathing him in, I scented that alluring aftershave, so damn delicious.

  “I didn’t bring you here to seduce you. I just wanted to make sure you’re safe.” The way he tilted his neck to grant me more access to his neck betrayed his words.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I murmured.

  “God, no,” he rasped.

  “Then let me do what I want to do.”

  Tossing the afghan aside, I climbed onto his lap to face him. His eyes darkened with a fiery inner blaze as he scanned my face. All traces of fury and bewilderment from earlier gone, replaced by hunger in his predatory gaze. All my self-admonitions not to get too close to him evaporated, I wanted him more now than ever. Each time we’d met, I discovered things about him, fueling the desire to learn more. No matter how I lied to myself that it was just to scratch a lustful itch, I knew I was getting in deep. Damn, I was falling for him and it was a dark, dangerous descent. With his track record and mine, it could only end in disaster. The sensible course of action was to run, but instead I sank deeper onto his lap, yearning to get closer still.

  My lips parted instinctively as I ran my fingers through his soft hair. My pussy quivered with need as it brushed against his growing erection. I leaned forward to touch his lips with my own. He groaned with appreciation and pulled my head closer, capturing my mouth. His tongue found mine, caressing and tasting. We savored each other slowly. He tasted of warm chocolate, utterly delicious, the lingering sweetness of the cocoa and cookies.

  As our kiss deepened, so did my desire. I unbuttoned his shirt frantically, running my hands over the hard planes of his chest while his hands traced down my back.

  “What is it about you, Allana? I can’t get enough.” He unzipped my dress.

  “I know what you mean. I promised myself I’d stay away, but I can’t.”

  “Then don’t.” He pushed the dress down to my waist and kissed my bare shoulder. “I’m not the bad guy you think I am.”

  His mouth moved to my neck and I tilted my head back to grant him more access. His hands found my breasts and molded over my bra. My clothes felt too restrictive. I needed to remove them, I needed to have him inside me soon.

  “One sec,” I said. I climbed off and stood before him half undressed. His eyes bore into mine, emanating adoration and pure lust. I had forgotten the music playing, but now I took note.

  “Is this the Stone Temple Pilots?” I asked.

  “Yes. All in the Suit that You Wear.” His voice sounded ragged. “You should dance as you undress.”

  I swayed as I moved the dress down my hips. His eyes widened, never blinking. I let the dress drop to the ground.

  He inhaled sharply. “You’re so damn hot.”

  Since he watched me as if entranced, I continued to move with the music. He looked irresistible on the couch with his shirt unbuttoned, hair mussed and lips puffy from kissing. “You look pretty damn delicious yourself.”

  “Every guy in that club wishes they were in my place right now.” He reached a hand to me. “I’m so fuckin’ lucky to have you here.

  I took his hand and he pulled me to him. Somehow we ended tangled on the couch with him above me. I tugged off his shirt and reached for his pants. Once I unfastened them, he pulled them down, standing to remove his boots and clothes. His cock jutted out proudly and I sat up, reaching for his thighs to pull him closer. I kissed the tip, licking the salty pre-cum that pooled on the head, and a deep groan emanated from his throat. I licked from the tip to his balls and around each one, then let their weight rest in my hand. Taking the head in my mouth, I flicked it with my tongue while I caressed his testicles. Then I took him in my mouth nice and slow while he moaned in satisfaction.

  He ran his hands through my hair and whispered my name. I took immense satisfaction in having his pleasure under my complete control.

  “Oh God, Allana. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” He gently pulled my head away. “And I want to taste you and fuck you good and hard before I do that.”

  Mike pulled me to my feet and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me with urgency. After unhooking my bra, he tossed it to our growing pile of clothes on the floor, following it with my black lace panties. He fell on top of me on the couch and our naked limbs entangled.

  One hand cradled my breast as his warm mouth found my other one. His tongue made my nipples tingle and harden, sending ripples of pleasure through me. He alternated from one breast to the other, devoting equal, slow care to each. As I arched my back, a moan escaped me.

  “I’m the lucky one now.”

  “Your breasts are so perfect, I could kiss them all day.” His finger stroked my folds and he murmured, “But there are so many other parts of you I want to explore.” I moaned my pleasure. His voice caught in his throat as he added, “You’re so wet.”

  “I want you, Mike. I want you to fuck me now.”

  “Soon, babe, but not yet. I’ve tasted you before and I can’t let this night continue without tasting you again.”

  His body moved against mine, kissing and licking as he made his way down to my aching pussy. He exhaled, warming me, and when his tongue finally licked my slit from top to bottom, I sighed with relief, sinking into the cushions. His exquisite tongue was like velvet on my sensitive flesh, knowing just what I wanted next.

  While he drove me delirious with his tongue, he fingered me with the artistry of a man who worked with his hands, honing his skills over many years of practice. No man had ever played me this exquisitely before, spiraling me to such peaks. One of my hands ran through his hair while the fingers of the other carved indentations through the suede on the couch.

  He must have sensed I was close, as he latched onto my clit and drove me right over the edge.

  “Oh my God,” I cried. “Oh. My. God.”

  I crashed in waves, over and over, quaking with each spasm. Aftershocks rippled through me, extending the overwhelming sensations. Mike bent to the floor, rifling through his clothes, and I heard the tear of foil. I peered up to see him sheath himself with a condom.

  “Hurry,” I pleaded.

  He eased the head in and I pulled him closer, inviting him deeper.

  “Oh, you feel so good,” he crooned. “Your pussy pulsing around my cock.”

  Although he entered me slowly to let me adjust, his pace soon quickened. He drilled into me, unyielding, and I yelped with each forceful thrust. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, both trying to resist the onslaught and begging for more. His pace slowed and he paused.

  “You’re so fuckin’ hot, I become unleashed. But I don’t want to come yet.”

  “Let me climb on top,” I said.

  “Hold on to me.”

  When he stood, my limbs clung around him while he held me al
oft. I clamped my legs tighter. “I’m afraid I’m going to fall.”

  “Never,” he said, “I’ve got you.”

  I relaxed my arms to lean back and searched his eyes. God, I could lose myself in them. “I trust you.” I eased down on him, impaling myself deeper on his cock. With the gravity and only him as my anchor, I felt heady. I rode him supported only by his sturdy stance. His cock brushed my clit and I spiraled higher.

  “Oh, that feels so good,” he murmured.

  My need escalated and I increased the tempo. I clung to Mike as I climbed higher and shattered into pieces, falling back to earth as light and slow as confetti.

  We ended up on the floor on top of the afghan with me still straddling him. The last traces of my orgasm subsided, but soon a flutter of need rose again. I rode him with a slow pace, building up, and then losing myself to the sensations as I rocketed higher. He hammered into me from below, causing me to cry out his name as I raced to my climax.

  “Oh Allana, yes!” He thrust into me a few more times, digging his fingers into my hips as he found his release.

  I leaned forward, collapsing on his chest and burying my face into his neck. Once I stopped panting so fast, I purred, “That was incredible.”

  His arms draped over me and his heart pounded against mine. “It always is with you.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Mike

  We left the living room to go to my room. After I recovered from our living room session, we gave the headboard another durability test. Sex with her was incredible. She was uninhibited and willing to try anything new. Whereas I’d usually have enough of a woman after a night or two, the more I had with Allana, the more I wanted to spend time with her.

  She lay against my chest. We were both covered in a sheen of sweat, but she didn’t seem to mind. The scent of it on her gave her an even sexier appeal. My little fitness queen.

  I put a playlist on shuffle of the Doors’ Perception boxed set. It was one I often fell asleep to and doing so with Allana in my arms felt like it meant something, but I wasn’t sure what. The feeling confused me.