Rockstar Retreat

by Summer Cooper

  “I need this right now, Sharon,” I groaned against her softness, barely pulling away from the kiss to talk. “Please tell me you want this, too.”

  There was a moment where she froze, and I froze along with her. I had a moment to wonder if I had gone too far. She pulled away from me, and I wanted to curse.

  But instead of running away like I expected she pulled off the shawl she had over her shoulders. She lay it down on the sand behind her before facing me again. Then, she touched the bottom of her sundress and lifted it off her body.

  “Fuck, Sharon,” I murmured, wanting to touch her.

  “I want this, Jerrik,” she said, her voice certain and determined. “I know I’ve… probably been giving you some mixed signals, but you were right when you said I wanted you.”

  I grinned, surprising myself by feeling happy instead of smug when she finally admitted it out loud.

  “What, not going to gloat?” she murmured as she stepped closer to me.

  I watched through hooded eyes as she pressed her body against mine, her arms going around my neck. My arms wrapped around her waist, and pulled her tight to my body, letting her feel just how much I wanted her. Her skin was so warm and soft…

  “I don’t need to gloat. I want you too, remember? So we’re even.”

  She sighed. “Not even close, Jerrik.”

  Before I could ask what she meant, she was kissing me, and I held her tight against me as I kissed back. I took her lower lip between my own and sucked on it gently before releasing it. I teased her until she parted her lips and slid my tongue into her mouth. We both sighed as our tongues met and tangled, rolling over and around each other. I drew her tongue into my mouth and sucked on it as she twisted against me, her need growing.

  We pulled back for breath, and I pulled away from Sharon. She gave me a questioning look that I returned with a wink.

  “It’s not fair if you’re the only one almost naked.”

  She smiled at me, then walked back to where she’d left her shawl. It was big enough to lie down on, and she did so, bracing on her elbows as she watched me. I pulled off my shirt before glancing around. Like she’d said, the place was deserted, and I didn’t see any houses nearby where anyone could catch sight of us. I’d take the chance that it would stay that way if it meant having her beneath me at last. I pulled off my pants and moved closer, dropping my clothes beside her dress and kneeling down beside her.

  Then I paused. “I can't believe I almost forgot.”

  I reached for my pants. I reached into one of the pockets and pulled out a condom.

  “Should I be offended you thought to carry a condom?” she muttered, sarcasm in her tone even though she sounded breathless.

  I just grinned down at her, unrepentant. “A guy can hope, Sharon. I can’t help that I want you. I’ve tried not to, you know?”

  She laughed lightly, and I felt my heart soar at the sound.

  Sharon bit her lower lip as she gave me a coy look. “I guess that goes both ways too. I’ve always wanted you, even when we were kids.”

  Her words came to a shuddering halt, but then that coy smile came back. “I can’t stop myself either.”

  I hummed as I crawled between her thighs, my eyes locked with hers. I was surprised she was okay with this at all, but it was probably because we weren’t at the retreat, where we were client and employee. I wasn’t going to bring it up in case she changed her mind.

  I knelt between her thighs, and her eyes dropped to my hips. I heard her breath hitch and smirked, definitely smug that time. I didn’t have to look to see what she saw. I was hard, my cock straining against the elastic of my briefs.

  “See something you like, Sharon?” I teased.

  She licked her lower lip, and I groaned at heat I saw in her eyes. She couldn’t hide her desire from me at all.

  I slid a hand down her taut abdomen and stopped when I reached her hips. I held the edge of panties in one hand as I leaned down to kiss her lightly, and let my middle finger slide beneath the silk scrap.

  Her breath hitched in her chest as she broke away to look up at me, that moment of indecision finally real for her. I waited, my eyes gleaming down into hers. I wanted to taste her, all of her, to see if she tasted as sweet as her lips did, but I’d wait. She had to be sure.

  She started to speak, but paused and looked away. What was holding her back, I wondered?

  “How could I not want you, Sharon?” I murmured, my hands going to her waist. I lifted her slightly, so her back arched, pushing her breasts up, and I had the best view of her whole body, down to between her thighs. “Next time we do this, we’re making time for foreplay.”

  There would be a next time if I had anything to say about it.

  I leaned down, my tongue out to flick one of her nipples as she pulled her bra away. She moaned above me as I did it again until she was on fire and made a noise of frustration. I finally took her nipple in my mouth and sucked on it tightly, a sigh of relief quickly melding into a moan as I tugged on her flesh. I paid the same attention to her other breast, loving how she moaned and writhed under me. Her hands were all over me, tracing my chest and shoulders, clutching my hair and tugging a little, dragging short nails down my back.

  She tried to pull me up when I slid down, but I refused to be rushed. I wanted her taste on my tongue. I wanted my mouth full of her as she exploded. I pushed her panties down her hips, and she kicked them away, her protests gone the moment my mouth found her throbbing clit. I knew she couldn’t protest anymore when her fingers tangled in my hair tightly and her hips began to dance on the sand beneath us.

  “Jerrik…” I heard her sigh, but I was too busy sucking her juices into my mouth. I could not get enough of her.

  My tongue swiped down, gathering her flavor on my tongue. I savored it for a moment, letting my fingers take the place of my tongue as I memorized her taste. I didn’t know if this would ever happen again, and Sharon was definitely worth memorizing.

  Sharon’s hips twisted up, pressing into my face as my fingers skimmed her folds before I let one digit plunge into her tight opening. I hummed against her clit as she cried out my name and her thighs clamped around my head. I guided her through her rapture, pressing deeper with my finger, finding that spot where her walls clamped down hard, before sucking her straight over the edge once more.

  I think she screamed, but I’m not sure, I couldn’t hear well with her thighs closing around my head as she came hard beneath me. I let her ride it out, slowing my attention until her legs fell open and she gave a ragged sigh of contentment.

  “Jerrik,” she muttered. Her hands left me, and I heard something like ripping foil. The condom. “I need to feel you, all of you. Inside of me.”

  I couldn’t deny myself another moment of not sinking into her heated depths and leaned back. She had the condom ready in her hands, and she reached down between our bodies. She pulled the elastic of my briefs and eased them carefully over my cock, and I bit my lip and moaned when the back of her hand brushed against me.

  Her hand wrapped around my cock and gave one long, sure stroke. I breathed out harshly, growling when her hand pulled away. Then she was easing the condom down on my cock. I let her touch me as much as she wanted, repaying her movements with a deep kiss that stole her breath away.

  I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, brushing my palm against the still wet nipple. I took the bud between my thumb and pointer finger and pressed it tightly between my fingers, then rolled it. Her gasp and the thrust of her hips against mine told me she liked it. I stored that information away for later. Then I trailed my hand down her stomach, following it with my eyes, down to between her thighs to find her slick and ready for me.

  Her hands were still moving over my cock, one of her hands moving lower to cup my balls and roll them in her palm. When I moved my fingers over her clit, her hands stuttered as her head tilted back on a moan. Then her eyes were on mine, looking fierce.

  “Now, Jerrik,” she said, her voice f
orceful, her desire had only been whetted by my attention not assuaged.

  I gave her a strained smile.

  “Aren’t we a little demanding?” I murmured, my voice just as strained.

  I ran my fingers over her sex, sliding one finger inside. Then I moved my hand before she got the idea to smack it away. I moved closer until my thighs were below her ass, and I looked between our bodies as she led the head of my cock to her entrance. I braced my hands beside her shoulders and took away both of our frustration with one sure stroke into the heated heart of her.

  Her face twisted with pleasure, her legs moving to wrap around my hips, as her hands moved around my waist to my back.

  “Just like that,” she moaned as I started out slowly, pulling out to the tip and sliding smoothly back into her body. “You feel so good, Jerrik.”

  I chuckled. “You feel better around me, Sharon,” I promised.

  I teased her until she moaned in frustration, her hands digging into the sand at her sides as she thrust back up at me, her body demanding more. When I thought she could take it no more, I gave in to her and started moving faster and harder, increasing the intensity of my thrusts. Sharon cried out and writhed under me as I circled my hips into hers, our bodies moving together as I fucked into her roughly. Her hips moved to meet my thrusts, and all I could do was look down at her. She panted with every breath, letting out small moans and whines. Her breasts bounced with every thrust of my hips, and I wanted to be closer so I could get her nipples into the wet heat of my mouth.

  I moved my arm, pressing my forearm against the ground to brace my body around hers. The shift stuttered my rhythm a little, and I freed an arm to wrap it around her waist and arch her back and hips, then resumed my hard and fast pace. I felt her walls tighten around me, their slick grasp sending a shiver up my spine as I fought for my own control.

  “Fuck, Sharon,” I groaned out and could have laughed because I had such a shitty sense of humor, but I could barely speak right then.

  “Jerrik,” she moaned my name in her need, how she said it making me groan.

  I leaned down to press a kiss to her neck and kissed down her throat to her chest. With my arm under her waist, I raised her body a little higher, so only her shoulders were still pressed on the shawl, and I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth. I rolled the nipple lightly between my teeth, lightly tugging on it, flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Her short nails dug into my back, and I shifted to her other nipple.

  I could feel myself drawing close, and I ground my hips against hers, moving in rhythm with her, my body pressing into her clit.

  I wanted her to come again before I found my own release, I wanted to feel her clamping around my dick until I couldn’t hold back anymore. Words tumbled out of her mouth, and I imagined it was along the lines of her begging, but I was losing myself in my pleasure. It took all I had not to come, but I waited, listening for those little sounds and the fluttering of her tight walls to tell me it was okay to let go.

  Just when I thought I’d lose the fight with my will, I could feel her walls contract around me with the beginning of her orgasm. I groaned as she took away my self-control, my body taking over for my brain. I felt her nails digging into my ass as she sealed her body to mine, her body twisting beneath me as she came apart and screamed my name. I felt the first jet of my own release as she clamped down even harder on my, my hips moving against hers in short, deep thrusts, pulling away from her nipple so I could duck my head in her shoulder as the world exploded around me. She cradled me and I heard a low growl before I realized it was me.

  “That’s it, Jerrik, let go baby, let it all go.” She cooed into my ear as she continued to thrust up to meet me, giving every last shuddering moment of pleasure that she had to give me. Like it was the one and only time she’d give it to me, but I pushed that thought aside as I struggled to catch my breath.

  We both stilled as our bodies calmed down, neither of us moving to pull away. Sharon’s arms around me held onto me weakly, and I trembled with the aftershocks of my orgasm, my body exhausted even as I held myself above her so I wouldn’t crush her.

  She’d blown my mind and my body. I never wanted to let her go.

  8

  Sharon

  I stopped the car and looked over at Jerrik sleeping in the seat beside me. I stroked my bottom lip as I regarded him, thinking back to our time on the beach. I couldn’t exactly deny that I had enjoyed it; I’d been pretty… vocal about it.

  But now I regretted it. It had been an in-the-moment kind of thing, but now that I’d gone through with it, I wished it hadn't happened.

  With a sigh, I reached over to shake Jerrik awake.

  “Hey, you need to get up. We’re back, and we need to head out now if you’d like to eat before you go to sleep.”

  All we’d had the whole day were some of the snacks I’d thought to bring with me, and it wouldn’t be enough for either of us, though I didn’t feel like I could eat.

  Jerrik had grumbled a little before he stirred and his eyes blinked open. “Already?” he muttered, rubbing his eye with a closed fist.

  I refused to think it was cute.

  “Yeah. We’re lucky that we’re not late.”

  “What, do they lock up at a specific time? Like there’s curfew or something?”

  I scoffed. “Of course not. There’s plenty to do at night just like there is during the day.” Then I sighed. “But past a certain time, people would have noticed, and we’re trying to avoid that, remember?”

  There was no answer from him, and I tried to ignore the nervous churning in my stomach.

  “Come on, big guy,” I said with a little more force. “Out of the car.”

  I followed my command and pushed open my door, so I could step outside. I shivered a little. Though it was still a little warm, the night would grow colder. I hadn't put the shawl back over my shoulders. It was in the back seat with the rest of my stuff, and I intended to throw it in a washer for a few rounds before I ever used it again. We’d gotten it dirty and with more than just sand.

  My body ached a little, but it was the good kind of ache that meant I’d had a good time. No matter what I felt about what we’d done, I couldn’t say I didn’t enjoy it. I waited for Jerrik’s door to open before I went to the back door and opened it to get to my things.

  A touch on my back startled me, and I gave a slight yelp. Jerrik laughed at me, and I frowned as I pulled out to turn and face him.

  “Why would you do that? I could have hurt myself, you idiot,” I scolded.

  He just kept snickering. “Nah, I was right there. I would have stopped you before you hit your head.”

  I wanted to retort and tell him he couldn’t possibly have, but the words caught in my throat. I felt something suspiciously like warmth spread in my chest because of what he’d said.

  But in the next second, I mentally shook it off. I couldn’t let him sweet talk me.

  “Why don’t you head back to your room?” I suggested, more than ready to be alone. “Or go get something to eat. I’m sure you must be hungry.”

  Jerrik didn’t move to leave though. His expression did change from amused to hungry, but when he took a step closer to me, I knew it wasn’t the kind of hunger I was talking about. He looked like he wanted to ravish me, even though he’d thoroughly fucked me not that long ago, and my body quivered at the need to feel his touch again.

  Only there was no way I was letting that happen a second time.

  “Jerrik, I think you—”

  “Forget about that,” he said, cutting me off. “Why don’t you come back to my room with me and we can continue where we left off?”

  He put his hands on the car on either side of me, trapping me as he moved even closer. There was a part of me that wanted more, but there was a bigger part that was realizing just how big a mistake I’d made.

  “I don’t think we should do this, Jerrik,” I said quickly, placing my palms on his chest to hold him back. “I’m off the
clock, but we’re back now.”

  He just scoffed. “Oh, come on. You had a good time on the beach, didn’t you? I swear it could be so much better. I’ll make you feel even better.”

  I tightened my lips in frustration because he wasn’t even listening to me.

  “We can't do anything here, Jerrik,” I told him firmly. “We shouldn’t have done anything at all. I’m serious. I could lose my job, and I don’t have anywhere to go if that happens.”

  He frowned, but he still wasn’t moving away. “Are you in some money trouble or something?”

  I rolled my eyes, darkly amused. “We don’t all get to catch big breaks, Jerrik. I have to work to earn everything I get, remember? If I’m out of a job, I don’t get a roof over my head or food to eat every day. Now please, just back off.”

  But he just shrugged, looking unconcerned. “Whatever. I have more than enough money if that’s what you need. Or I could find you a job.”

  I arched an eyebrow. “Could you really, Jerrik?”

  “Yeah, but it’s not even necessary. I’m seriously loaded, Sharon, you’ll get more money than you could ever dream of. Just come back to my room with me.”

  I wrinkled my nose and wondered if he even realized what he’d just implied about me. I wondered if I should be offended. And I wondered how he didn’t seem to understand that it wasn’t just the risk of losing my income. I loved my job at the retreat. Yeah, there was occasional dealing with impossible clients, but never so bad that I would wish to quit. I couldn’t afford to stay at the retreat as a guest but working there had its perks.

  “Look, Jerrik,” I said carefully, my hands on his chest pushing him back, so he wasn’t crowding me. “What happened at the beach was great. But we can’t do it here, and I am not budging on this. I know you’re loaded, you don’t need to tell me, but I’ve been looking after myself just fine.”