Rock Star Romance Ultimate: Volume 1

by Olivia Cunning, Jayne Frost, RB Hilliard, Crystal Kaswell, Michelle Mankin, Emily Snow, Athena Wright

  She’d been so distracted by his words that she’d temporarily forgotten he was holding her hand between her legs.

  “So how do you touch it, Toni? Slow and hard?” He massaged her clit with her own fingers, rubbing in hard, languid circles. Her pussy tightened, but she shook her head. “A little faster?” He directed her fingers to move against her clit more rapidly.

  “Oh!” She gasped as need began to build within her. “Faster,” she heard herself say.

  “Show me.” He released her hand, and she took over, rubbing her clit with every intention of getting off. That freed Logan’s hands to massage the aching globes of her breasts.

  “Sometimes I pinch one nipple really hard when I’m coming,” she admitted, having no idea why she felt inclined to reveal that very intimate detail about her masturbation sessions. Hell, five minutes ago she wouldn’t even admit to touching herself and now she was volunteering the details.

  “Show me how you get off, Toni.”

  “Yes,” she whispered as her peak approached. She rubbed her clit faster and gripped one stiff nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Yes,” she cried more loudly, twisting her nipple viciously as her pussy clenched with the first tease of orgasm. “Yes!”

  Logan thrust behind her, driving his cock into the cleft between her thighs as she bucked with release.

  “To hell with this,” he muttered.

  Toni sucked in a breath of surprise when she found herself bent over the sofa arm. Logan grabbed the lobes of her ass in either hand, spread her cheeks apart, and rammed his cock into her still clenching pussy.

  “God, yes,” he groaned, thrusting deep and withdrawing before thrusting deep again. “I shouldn’t have done that, but it’s so hot and tight. I want it just like this.” He massaged her ass cheeks together as he pumped into her.

  Toni was still trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm when she realized something.

  “Logan, are you wearing a condom?”

  He cursed under his breath and pulled out. “Whoops.”

  Whoops? “Logan! This is the second time today.”

  “I’m sorry. I was lost in the moment. The sight of you. The sounds you make. The way you feel. Won’t happen again.”

  He stepped away and headed for the door, which he slid open and stuck his head through. “Can someone shoot me a condom?” he called to the bus occupants.

  Toni’s eyes widened. Could he be any more embarrassing?

  “Get your own damned condom,” she heard Steve say.

  Logan huffed with impatience and opened the door wide enough to slip out into the corridor. Not only was he naked, but his dick was rock hard and still wet with Toni’s fluids.

  “What the fuck, dude?” said a voice Toni wasn’t familiar with. “I’ll get you a goddamned condom. Put that thing away!”

  “You know you want it, Zach. But you can’t have it. It’s all for Toni.”

  Zach? Zach Mercer, the drummer of Twisted Element? Toni hoped the entire band wasn’t on the bus. She’d never be able to look any of them in the eye when she interviewed them for her “How Other Band’s See Exodus End” chapter.

  “Who’s Tony?” Zach sounded surprised. “You like guys?”

  “Toni’s a girl,” Steve said.

  “My girl,” Logan said.

  Yep, it was official. Logan could be more embarrassing. Toni buried her face in the sofa cushions and groaned.

  “Are you coming to the after-party?” Zach asked.

  After-party? Their day wasn’t over yet? Toni was ready to crawl into bed for fourteen hours of sleep.

  “Have you ever known me to miss a party?” Logan said.

  The door slid on its track and bumped shut. Toni turned her head to make sure Logan hadn’t brought along spectators to prove she was, in fact, a girl. Thankfully he was alone and devastatingly naked. He had a strip of condoms in one hand and his dick in the other. And she’d been right. Seeing him touch himself had her all sorts of flustered.

  “Damn, woman,” he muttered, his gaze trained on her ass, still up in the air since she hadn’t moved from her bent-over-the-sofa-arm position. “No wonder I can’t think straight when you’re near. That pussy is a work of art.”

  Instead of trying to hide her “work of art,” she spread her legs wider and wiggled her hips. She was surprised by her lack of inhibition and by how much she appreciated his crass compliment. She was rewarded for her brazenness when Logan dropped to his knees behind her and buried his face in her ass. His tongue plunged into her throbbing pussy. The tip of his nose touched her asshole. She gasped as the ring of muscle tightened involuntarily and began to throb with unexpected desire. His fingers dug into her hips and his tongue slid up to her still virginal back hole. Her hips bucked as he flicked his tongue, barely touching her there, but she was so shocked by his unexpected action she couldn’t breathe.

  “Don’t, Logan,” she said in a panicked gasp of a voice. “Not there.”

  He licked her gently again. “It doesn’t feel good?”

  “It feels weird,” she said, which was true. His tongue traced a circle around the perimeter of what she’d always considered an exit. “And good,” she admitted.

  “Have you ever been taken in the ass?” he asked.

  Her face flamed, and she buried it in the cushions so that her next words were muffled. “No. I thought we’d established that I was a virgin.”

  “Yeah, well, there are women who get fucked daily in the ass and claim to be virgins because they’ve never given up the pussy.”

  Were there really? Was he pulling her leg? “That doesn’t count, does it?”

  “Not in my mind,” he said. “So this hole is virginal too?” he said before licking her ass again.

  “And it’s going to stay that way!” She tried to squirm away from his mouth, but he had a firm hold on her hips.

  “For now,” he said agreeably and rose to his feet.

  He released his hold on one hip, and she trembled as she felt the head of his cock being rubbed the length of her slit. She tensed when the tip of his condom brushed her saliva-wetted ass.

  “Logan!” She tried covering her butt with one hand.

  “I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do,” he said before he slid the rigid length of his cock into her pussy, claiming her deep and slow.

  “Yes,” she gasped, not sure why her ass was tingling with neglect, as if it wanted to lose its virginity too. That was not happening on her watch.

  “One day soon, you’re going to beg me to claim every inch of you.”

  Nope. Wasn’t going to happen. But she wasn’t about to relieve him of his fantasy when he was working his magic on her pussy. And she didn’t have the mindset to protest when his thumb began to rub her back opening in the same slow churning motion of his hips.

  “Move with me, baby,” he murmured. “Let yourself become a part of our rhythm.”

  He was doing spectacularly on his own; she didn’t want to get in the way of his skill. Yet she also wanted to be a good lover, and she supposed there wasn’t much good in just standing there taking all he had to give.

  Her first attempts to move felt awkward. She rocked her hips front and back and was rewarded for her uncoordinated effort by his cock falling free of her body. He didn’t criticize, just found her again and used gentle squeezes on her hip to give her cues on when and how to move. Within a few strokes, she found that rhythm he’d referred to. The churning motion of her hips became more exaggerated as her confidence grew. Logan’s groans of pleasure added to her own bliss. She was so going to high-five herself later for being the cause of his obvious enjoyment.

  “Oh God, Toni,” he said, “you’re going to make me come so hard if you keep doing that.”

  Well then, of course she’d keep doing it. Their bodies were rubbing together so perfectly that his balls ground into her clit each time he thrust into her. Her own groans echoed his as she stopped worrying about what he was doing and concentrated on findin
g pleasure.

  “Fuck, woman,” he said, stretching his hot body over her back. “Up, up, up. Your pussy feels too good in that position. I can’t take it.”

  He eased her upright. Toni’s head swam at the sudden change of position. She made a grab for the back of the sofa as he lifted one of her knees onto the sofa arm and shifted so that he could thrust up into her. Once she had her balance, she began to move with him again. He held her breast, massaging and tugging her nipple as she bounced on his cock faster and faster. Her pleasure built until orgasm was just within reach, but she couldn’t figure out how to tumble over the edge.

  “Logan,” she said, her legs starting to tremble from all the unfamiliar activity. “How do I?”

  “How do you what, baby?”

  “How do I come?”

  “Touch yourself.”

  “What?” Why would she do that when she had a man at her disposal? Wasn’t the whole point of having a lover so she didn’t have to get herself off?

  “I’d do it for you, but I don’t have a spare hand at the moment.”

  Her hand was trembling as she slowly slid it down her belly. When her fingertips brushed her clit, her body jerked. “Harder,” she demanded, wanting him to roughen his touch on her aching nipple. His thrusts grew harder. Faster. Harder. Her fingers stroked her clit, and she cried out as she exploded instantly.

  “Keep it up until I finish,” he said in her ear.

  Oh, but she couldn’t. It was too much. She wasn’t used to the added stimulation of a cock thrusting into her as she came. The pleasure was intense. Overwhelming. Her entire body was shaking with pleasure.

  “Rub it out, baby,” he demanded. “Don’t stop.”

  Her fingers began to move against her clit, sending her into a state of euphoria she hadn’t known existed. She was only partially aware of being pressed face down on the sofa with her hand trapped beneath her body so she could keep touching herself and of the loud cries of pleasure bursting from her throat and Logan’s answering cries as he worked toward his own orgasm. She was fixated on the intensifying and receding waves of friction as her pussy clenched rhythmically on Logan’s hard, thick cock. Her body began to twitch as she rubbed herself and rubbed herself and he fucked her and fucked her. His strokes stilled suddenly when he shoved into her balls deep and shuddered against her with a loud cry. She slowed the rapid stroking of her clit and groaned as her body shook with continued waves of pleasure.

  “Best. Pussy. Ever.” Logan punctuated his words with hard thrusts.

  She laughed softly, still shaking. He collapsed on her back.

  “Was it good for you?” he asked with a self-serving chuckle.

  “Not bad,” she teased.

  “Not bad? Damn, woman. I thought your pussy was going to suck my dick clean off my body you were coming so hard.” He kissed her shoulder, nuzzled his face into her hair, and gave her breast a gentle squeeze.

  “Did it hurt?” she asked.

  He laughed. “In that way you think you might die from too much pleasure.”

  “That’s how it was for me too.” She shifted her hand out from under her body. It was slick with her fluids.

  “Just so you know—since you’re not very experienced and all—what we have here isn’t normal.”

  Great. Something else that was abnormal about her. “I’ll do better. You just have to teach me what to do.”

  “Better? Woman, if you do any better, they’re going to have to check me into a hospital.”

  She’d always imagined she’d feel some profound, psychological connection with her partner after sex. But lying squashed under Logan’s hard and heavy naked body, absolutely nothing insightful stirred her soul. Nope, the only emotion washing over her was exquisite joy. And maybe a little love.

  Okay, a lot of love. Overwhelming, tummy-fluttering, breath-stealing, thought-shattering love.

  At least she thought that was what she was feeling.

  At least she wasn’t foolish enough to tell him that.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  * * *

  Logan jammed his foot into his shoe and tied his laces. He scowled at Toni, who’d managed to get one leg in her panties, but was now lying on her side on the sectional, her face squashed and her eyes closed.

  “Come on,” he said. “Get dressed. The party has started without us.”

  “I’m not going,” she murmured. “Too tired.”

  He took her foot in one hand and slipped it through the empty leg hole of her panties, which he didn’t notice were wrong side out until he had them drawn up to her knees.

  “You have to come,” he said, removing her underwear and turning them right side out before starting over. “I want to see what you’re like when you’re drunk.”

  She opened one eye to look at him. “This is pretty much what it looks like, but with more vomiting.”

  He was hoping that pouring a little alcohol down her throat would loosen her up a little. Open her shell.

  “Don’t you need to see what an after-party is like for the book?”

  “Yeah,” she said.

  Ha, he knew he’d get her to accompany him somehow.

  “But not tonight,” she said. “I’m exhausted. I need sleep.”

  “So you’d rather stay here on the bus by yourself than go to a party with me?” Was he pouting? He was pouting. What the actual fuck?

  “Actually, I’d rather you stay here with me.” She patted the sofa cushion beside her.

  “Fuck, woman,” he said with a crooked grin. “And I thought I was the horniest person on this tour.”

  “Not for sex,” she murmured, her voice slurred. “For sleep.”

  “You just have to stay for a little while.”

  “An hour?” she bargained.

  An hour? How much partying did she think she could accomplish in an hour? He supposed she wasn’t used to keeping up with him. Yet. He’d let her get off with an hour this time, but he’d keep her out until dawn at the next party. The woman needed to get out and have a little fun. Under his supervision, of course. He didn’t want any other man to discover what fantastic blow jobs she gave.

  “Fine,” he said. “But I’ll probably stay out later than that.”

  She rolled over and tugged her panties up her thighs, and then continued to lie there half asleep. By the time she was dressed and the two of them left the bus, they’d missed out on at least an hour of fun.

  The bar the tour had borrowed for the evening’s festivities was jam-packed from wall to wall. Those who couldn’t get inside were having their own little party in the parking lot. He lifted a hand to people he recognized as they called out greetings to him. Logan scarcely noticed the two members of the security team who escorted them from the bus to the bar entrance. He was so used to them being there in his shadow, that it was natural to be followed. Toni kept glancing back at them, though, as if they were stalkers, not protection. There were plenty of yellow shirts mixed with the crowd inside as well, but they were there to make sure their employers didn’t get hurt, not to get in the way of their good time.

  Logan took Toni’s hand and led her through the crush of bodies. He knew almost every person in the place, so he got stopped often on his way to the bar.

  “Who is this?” Matt Chesterfield asked, his British roots made apparent by his accent.

  “This is Toni. Toni this is—”

  “Matt Chesterfield,” Toni said, reaching out to shake Matt’s hand. “Lead singer of Riott Actt.”

  Matt raised an eyebrow at Logan. “Girlfriend?”

  Logan’s brow crumpled. Why would he think that? Sure, he and Toni were holding hands, but Logan always had a girl or two on his arm and no one had ever mistaken one of them for his girlfriend. “No, just friends. She’s writing a book about Exodus End. I figured she’d want to see what one of these after-parties is like.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Toni shouted over the raucous noise of the crowd and the music blaring in the background. “If you’
re interested in having an interactive biography written about your band—”

  “What’s that?” Matt shouted, leaning closer to her and turning his ear in her direction.

  “I said,” she shouted louder, “if you’re interested—”

  A nearby explosion of laughter cut off her words.

  “Sorry?” Matt asked.

  Toni shook her head. “We’ll talk some other time!”

  Logan tugged her through the crowd once more, introducing her to anyone of interest. Matt wasn’t the only person who mistook Toni for his girlfriend. Logan was getting really annoyed by the fifth time he had to correct someone. “No! We’re just friends!” he yelled at Twisted Element’s lead guitarist.

  “My apologies,” Brent said, holding up both hands in surrender, though a brown beer bottle was hooked in one.

  Toni offered Brent a weary smile.

  “What do you want to drink?” Logan shouted at her over the ruckus.

  She pressed her hands to her temples and shook her head. “Is my hour up yet?”

  “You’re not having fun?”

  She looked like a wilted flower—still beautiful, but fading fast.

  “This isn’t really my thing,” she said, “and I’m tired.”

  He rubbed her arm. “You can go back to the bus if you really want to.”

  He wanted her to say, I’d rather stay here with you, but she perked up immediately at his suggestion to leave. “Thank you,” she said with a relieved sigh.

  He tugged her back through the crowd toward the exit, not sure how anyone would willingly give up partying with over a dozen rock stars to hang out on a boring tour bus.

  Once outside, Toni sucked in a deep breath of the cool night air.

  “I’m going back inside,” he said. “Can you make it to the bus by yourself?”

  She glanced across the parking lot to where the bus was parked under a collection of street lights. “Yeah.”

  He kissed her cheek, knowing that if he drew her into his arms and kissed her the passionate way he wanted to kiss her, everyone would mistake her for his girlfriend. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

  She stared up into his eyes for a long moment as if she wanted to say something, but turned away instead. “Good night.”