One Night Stand with the Rockstar (With the Rockstar #1) (rockstar romance series)

by Fawkes, Ana W.

  She’d rather just keep kissing Slader.

  When he parted his lips and the tip of his tongue touched her lips, Jessica moaned.

  “Yes,” she whispered, opening her mouth.

  Their tongues touched for a second and then Slader pulled back.

  “Everything,” he said.

  “What?” Jessica asked.

  “Everything,” Slader repeated.

  He then knocked on the dividing window separating them from the driver. A few seconds later the backdoor opened and Slader climbed out first. He reached for Jessica’s hand and she offered it. Together they crossed the street and walked into the restaurant. It was quiet with the gentle murmurs of conversations. Some noticed Slader instantly and were taken back. The stares. The smiles. Some dared to stand and attempt to ask Slader for an autograph.

  Once one person stood with enough courage, a small group formed. It was quite the sight to see. Such a formal looking dining room yet the sight of someone as powerful as Alex Slader turned everyone into starry eyed fans. Then to Jessica’s surprise, Slader stood and signed every autograph. She slipped back a little, towards the end of the restaurant, near the elevators. She watched in awe as Slader signed everything handed to him. Everyone wanted to be near him. Everyone wanted a piece of Slader.

  Jessica understood that feeling.

  She wanted a piece of Slader too. A piece that would last all night long and into dawn the next day. Jessica already had it planned... to go straight home to write with everything fresh in her mind. The story would be sent out and Jessica would finally have her destiny sealed. The woman who got the full story on Slader. She would drop hints of their night, the way he signed autographs, how he changed the world by the second.

  When the last autograph was signed, Slader handed the marker to that person and then put his hands out, empty.

  “That’s all I’ve got,” he said. “I must tend to my other work now. Don’t forget... you never know when I’ll play a show again. Ashes in Vain is everywhere... everywhere.”

  The dining room looked at him and Slader reveled the moment. He then walked to Jessica and put his arm around her, taking her to the elevators. They stepped inside and the ride began. Jessica suddenly became nervous. She watched the small light changing, going to the next floor... to the next floor... to the next floor...

  Before long they were at the top floor.

  The elevator stopped.

  “Almost,” Slader said.

  He led Jessica down to the end of the hall. There was a large door that said DO NOT ENTER. It was pretty rockstar like when Slader opened the door. Jessica almost wished she could have gotten a picture of the sight. That was everything Slader seemed to stand for.

  Beyond the door was a set of steps.

  Beyond those steps was another door.

  Jessica felt like she should be on top of the world by then. She was pretty close to it, realizing when she walked through that next door where she was.

  Slader had taken her to the roof of the restaurant/hotel.

  The skyline was dark excerpt the soft glow of lights coming from the other buildings in the city. They were like stars but close to the ground. Above her, Jessica couldn’t see anything but black. The night sky was like a giant blanket.

  And she was with Slader.

  Alex Slader.

  On the roof.

  “Come with me,” Slader said. “Trust me.”

  Jessica followed Slader. When she saw him step up on the very ledge of the roof, she gasped. He turned and smiled, reaching for her again. Cast against the backlight of the city buildings and the ever consuming darkness of night, Alex Slader was something Jessica never thought he would be, even in her wildest fantasies of life, love, and lust. She let Slader pull her to the ledge.

  She clung to his shirt.

  Her hands shook as she held tight.

  “This is...”

  “Freedom,” Slader said. “This is what I like to do, Jessica. To stand here. To look out and know there are thousands upon thousands of people out there... fans. Those who love the music. Those who worship the music. Those who will follow me to the end of it all, just to hear one more song.”

  “Freedom,” Jessica said.

  “That’s right. And Jessica, I can do the same for you. In a way you never thought possible.”

  “Freedom? How?”

  Slader looked at Jessica and smiled. “Write your article. Then become mine. Forever. Become everything I need. Everything I need to explore. There’s something behind your eyes, Jessica. So much we have to learn. To do.”

  Jessica looked out to the city, still clinging to Slader.

  Freedom.

  “What about tonight?” Jessica asked.

  “That’s where we start.”

  Slader moved and moved fast.

  He turned and placed one hand to Jessica’s back and one to Jessica’s stomach. He pushed and pulled her, leaving Jessica with that sudden feeling of falling. She cried out as her knees gave way. Her left foot kicked out, feeling nothing but air, and her right foot tried to jump back, wanting to be on the roof. What it resulted in was a thrashing Jessica as she fell back. Slader turned and took Jessica with him, safely from the ledge to the roof.

  But Jessica was in his arms.

  She looked at him, not sure whether she wanted to yell at him, cry, or even slap him. The way he looked at her though, smiling, with the commanding look, the seductive smile, the perfection of his face and body, it erased everything Jessica had been thinking.

  They had to start with tonight.

  That would be the beginning of their future.

  Tonight.

  Slader lifted Jessica, his muscles rock hard and powerful. He brought Jessica to his mouth and kissed her. The kiss was nothing like it had been before. Slader held Jessica tight, his tongue was ravenous as it explored her mouth. Jessica was completely under the command of Slader. She put her hands to the back of his neck and clawed at him, appreciating what he was doing to her.

  When Slader began to walk, Jessica held on tight, staring up at him. He walked her to the door and then had to put her down. Her legs were still wobbly, reminding her of how close she could have been to falling off the building. It would have been a free fall of screams followed by the deathly thud of her body hitting the ground. And that would have been everything. Her death. Her fantasy gone. Her night with Slader done.

  But that wasn’t the case now.

  Slader led the way down the steps and back through the DO NOT ENTER door. He continued down the hallway and stopped at the last door on the right.

  It was his room.

  His suite.

  Then again, he did own the hotel. He could have any room he wanted at anytime he wanted it.

  Jessica took a step and Slader put a hand out.

  “I want you to understand something,” Slader said, his voice full of power. “You step into this room, you will listen to me. And everything I say to do.”

  “Yes,” Jessica whispered.

  “Tell me then. Tell me you’re going to obey me.”

  “Slader, I will listen to you,” Jessica said. “Anything you want is what I need...”

  Slader touched Jessica’s face with his free hand. He moved up and down a few times, his eyes looking at her, but Jessica wondered just what he was really thinking about.

  She probably would never really know, but he moved his hand, allowing Jessica into the hotel room.

  Before the door could shut, his hands were on her... and she was ready for him...

  I touched her today. I touched her hand. It was an accident, I swear. I’ve resisted the urge, created by the creator. I feel like a harmful person, swimming between glass walls. They’re getting smaller even though they’re not. They’re getting harder to find... but they’re not.

  I touched her.

  She didn’t even notice, but I did.

  The silky feel that now possess my fingertips... oh, what have I done?

  W
hat have you done?

  .14.

  Slader touched Jessica’s shoulders and stopped her. His hands moved down to her arms, feeling and memorizing her. She meant more to him than she’d know right then. Maybe with time, maybe with full submission, Jessica would realize her purpose. Just who she was. Who she looked like. How important she was to him.

  Slader swallowed and felt Jessica’s small wrists. He wrapped his hands around them and squeezed. Jessica sighed. Slader stepped forward, his body touching Jessica’s. He pulled at Jessica’s hand and placed her right hand to his leg. Her hand opened and touched him. With her left hand, Slader finally gave Jessica the permission he knew she’d been waiting for. And it was the same thing Slader had been waiting for too.

  It hadn’t been long... but for his aching soul, his burning heart, his hard cock... it felt like years.

  He placed Jessica’s left hand between his legs. She let out a small whimper as her small hand cupped him. There was no way she couldn’t feel his thickness. He took his hand away from her wrist, allowing her to explore him.

  She did.

  Jessica’s hand pressed hard against Slader. She moved up and down, following his hardness over his jeans. She moved her fingers to try and grip him. Slader looked down, the top of his head touching the back of Jessica’s head. He saw her hand working to touch him.

  “Oh, yes,” he whispered. “More. I want more...”

  Jessica’s hand acted right on cue, right on command. She moved to the top of Slader’s jeans. She opened the button of his jeans and went for the zipper.

  “Gentle,” he told Jessica, letting her discover the surprise that Slader didn’t believe in wearing anything under his jeans. Ever.

  Jessica moved the zipper down and Slader listened to her reaction as she discovered the small thatch of pubic hair with her fingertips. She moaned and forced her hand into his jeans, finding comfort at the root of his shaft. Slader allowed the move and used his free hand to slide his jeans down, becoming fully exposed.

  His cock popped free, long and hard. Jessica’s hand looked so tiny as she tried to grip him. She shook with excitement. Whatever it was, Slader enjoyed it. He secretly hoped it was the same feeling he had right then... the anticipation of a dream coming to life. A dream he had been singing about for years. A dream he had been writing about. The dream he shared with millions of fans - on a daily basis at that, thanks to those who listened to Ashes in Vain every single day of their lives.

  It made Slader even more excited.

  He put both his hands back to Jessica’s shoulders, giving her all access to his body.

  Her hand gently slid up his shaft, exploring him for the first time. She couldn’t see, she could only feel. Moving endlessly up his long hardness, all the way to the fleshy, thick tip. The tip that would soon penetrate Jessica and open her like never before. She gripped the tip of his erection and pulled.

  Slader thrust, touching Jessica’s body. He wanted her to stroke him, but he didn’t want to command it. He wanted her to know what to do. That’s how it was supposed to be. A moment of doubt entered Slader’s mind. He saw himself throwing Jessica forward and demanding her to leave. It could happen, and it would happen that quick. If he wanted someone to fuck, he could have that without thinking. Without trying. Without caring. He didn’t want that. Not with Jessica. He wanted more. He wanted the connection. He wanted her body. Her mind. Her soul.

  Alex Slader wanted Jessica’s heart, a thought that hadn’t been present in the rockstar’s mind in a very long time. Not since a time when his pain was separated by oceans.

  At the last possible second, saving her fate, something she’d never know, Jessica opened her hand and slid down Slader’s cock. Down and back up, down and back up, she gently worked her way into a rhythm, loving Slader’s body. Slader watched her hand work, his eyes wide, not blinking, amazed at how she did it. The pleasure began to rush through his body, like opening a dam and letting everything out. He thrust at her tiny hand, prompting her to move faster.

  Yes.

  Faster.

  Her small hand moved up and down, touching Slader from tip to root. She took care of him everywhere, just what he wanted and expected from her. His hands squeezed at her shoulders. He let his head fall back and for a few seconds, his body became totally relaxed, worrying about nothing but the feel of Jessica’s hand pleasuring him.

  Jessica moved and didn’t stop. She didn’t slow. She didn’t question. She didn’t look back. It was perfect. Slader had found someone to command who could listen without a word being said.

  When he looked back down at Jessica, seeing her hand still going wild on his body, he suddenly wanted more of everything. His hands then crept from Jessica’s shoulder to her chest. He was tall enough to reach over Jessica’s slender frame. That, too, made the situation even hotter for Slader. Jessica was everything he needed. His hands slid over her breasts, over her shirt and bra, and he cupped her. He felt the tenderness of her chest even through the cloth.

  But he wanted more.

  He needed more.

  “Use your free hand, Jessica,” Slader commanded, “and take your pants and panties off. Force me to fuck you, Jessica. Force my cock to open you.”

  Jessica groaned and took her hand from Slader’s leg. To Slader’s shock, Jessica managed to keep stroking him at a perfect speed as she undid her pants. She wiggled her hips and body, moving as needed to take her pants off first. That’s what Slader wanted to see. See her pants fall to her knees. See Jessica step and kick out of them. Leaving nothing but her thong separating Slader from her tight, warm hole. The hole his finger had explored earlier. There was something much bigger, much more powerful to explore Jessica’s body.

  Jessica then took hold of her panties and just tore at them. She did whatever she had to do to make sure they came off her body. The cloth of her panties clung to her wetness but only for a few seconds before letting go. Then Slader was able to see Jessica... to see her delicate folds in the flesh. The small, damp pieces of her body. They looked delicious.

  Slader thickened even more.

  After stepping from her panties, Jessica reached back and touched Slader’s leg again. He opened his mouth to growl and command Jessica, but she was already there. She was already listening, knowing what Slader wanted because they were meant to be together.

  Jessica pulled on Slader’s cock, guiding him towards her body. Her hand slid to the bottom of Slader’s erection and held there. When Slader felt the tip of himself touching Jessica’s tight hole, he groaned. Jessica moved her body, left to right, up, then down, anything to ease Slader into her.

  Slader knew just what to do.

  “Reach forward and hold the chair,” Slader said.

  Jessica listened.

  She released her hold on Slader and when she grabbed the back of the chair, Slader placed his hands to her hips and readied himself. The tip of his cock was still against Jessica. He took a deep breath, realizing what was about to happen. He smiled and thrust forward, forcing his way deep into Jessica’s body.

  She cried out for what seemed like minutes and Slader held himself deep in Jessica’s body. His hands were tight at her waist, actually shaking. He’d never felt anything so beautiful and tight before. It was like she was made for him. The way her walls gave way just enough to let him inside. The way her warmth throbbed around him, blanketing him, pulling at him. Her pussy stroked him without even moving.

  It was that intense.

  It was that perfect.

  Slader slowly pulled himself from Jessica, all the way to the tip of his erection. He left himself dangling at her hole. He looked at her, watching as she tried to close back up. Her body’s instinctive position. And Slader wanted to invade her again. So he did.

  Again and again.

  He offered deep, hard thrusts, one at a time, pulling himself from her, then doing it again. The motions were slow and powerful. The sound of Jessica’s wet body accepting Slader were almost as good as the feel
ing of her gliding on his hardness. Each time he pulled from Jessica, he looked at her, watching the way she throbbed and closed even slower than the last time.

  She was accepting him.

  She was fitting him.

  She was everything for him.

  Slader looked at his glistening cock and took his hands from Jessica’s waist. He stepped back and admired Jessica as she remained bent over, waiting for the next command.

  “Turn around and taste me,” Slader whispered. “I want you to lap up your own desire off my body, Jessica.”

  Jessica stood with a moan. Hearing her voice made Slader groan. He was ready to explode, desperate to hold it back. She turned around and when Slader met her eyes, he couldn’t help himself as he moved at her, needing to kiss her. He needed to taste her lips again. His hands touched her face, just like before, his lips caressing her lips, his tongue flickering against Jessica’s tongue. Jessica knew better than to touch Slader.

  This kiss lasted only a minute, if that, before Slader stopped and nodded to Jessica.

  No words needed to be said right then.

  Jessica moved to her knees, obeying the rockstar as he stood tall and hard.

  Jessica put her hands to Slader’s legs, her mouth open. She came forward, her eyes looking up at him. Her lips touched him first, her soft, thin lips, gently gliding over the thick head of his cock. That disappeared into her mouth. She moved down an inch and then pulled back. Jessica’s lips slid back on the sensitive tip of Slader. It made him groan and want to come right then.

  But he wasn’t ready.

  Fuck.

  Jessica repeated the same motion, tasting the tip of Slader’s body over and over. Slader thought about touching the back of Jessica’s head, commanding her for more, but he trusted her. He actually trusted her. And just as he thought it, Jessica opened her mouth wider and moved further down Slader. She tasted more, her lips and tongue tasting not just the hardness of Slader but also her own wetness. The wetness and desire that Slader had taken from her with his deep thrusts.