Rock Solid (Rock Hard #3) Seduced By The Rockstar - BBW Erotic Romance

by Adriana Hunter

  Gage’s hands were clutching at her ass, his erection rubbing against her stomach, his fingers tugging at her jeans. Kate reached between them, undoing the snap and tugged her jeans and panties down over her legs. Kicking her shoes off, she bent briefly, sliding the jeans off and tossing them aside.

  Instantly she was pressed against Gage’s body, his skin smooth and warm beneath her hands. She let her hands wander, down his arms, the hard muscles of his chest, his flat stomach and then she cradled his erection in her hands, cupping his balls, wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft. His moan of pleasure sent a ripple through her body.

  Tightening her grip on his cock, she slowly stroked him, watching his eyes, seeing arousal flash across his beautiful face. His hands were roaming over her body, stroking her back, clutching her ass, his fingers probing between her cheeks, pulling her against him.

  “Kate…oh, god, baby. This feels so good.” He bent to kiss her, his lips hot against her mouth. She held his cock, stroking it, loving the feel of it in her hands, the smooth skin over the hardness of his erection.

  And then Kate dropped to her knees, Gage’s gasp of surprise making her smile up at him. She held him in her hand, leaning away from him, looking up at his bewilderment, a mischievous grin on her face.

  “Not what you want, baby? You don’t want me to suck this big hard cock?”

  “Oh, no…yeah, I mean…oh, hell, Kate. You’ve got me all confused. But yeah, oh…yeah. I want to be in your mouth. Please.”

  Gage wound his fingers through her hair, gently pulling her toward him, his erection rising in front of her face. Kate looked up at Gage as her lips brushed against the head of his cock.

  She edged the tip of her tongue between her lips, flicking it quickly over his cock, short strokes that made Gage gasp, delicately licking the underside of the head, feeling his cock twitch and jerk in her hand.

  As she worked her way down his shaft, she increased the pressure with her tongue until she was licking him, her tongue sliding across the hot skin, the salty taste of him driving her wild.

  Licking and kissing her way back up his shaft, she pulled the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swishing over the turgid head. She sucked hard, briefly, a loud moan escaping Gage’s parted lips. She’d never broken eye contact and he was still looking down at her, watching every move she made. The power Kate had, in that moment, made her shudder. I like this. I like control. No wonder Gage’s happiest when he’s calling the shots.

  Gage began thrusting his hips forward, slowly, silently begging her to take more of him into her mouth. She opened her mouth for him, letting his hard cock slid past her lips, into the hot wet recesses of her mouth. Closing her lips around his thick shaft, she held him a moment, letting him gently pump his hips forward, his breathing growing louder as she swirled her tongue over his cock. His lips were parted and Kate could see his tongue slid out, licking his lips.

  Kate started moving her head, bobbing it slowly, working more and more of Gage’s hard cock into her mouth. Reaching forward, she wound her fingers over the base of his shaft, squeezing rhythmically as she increased her speed. With her other hand, she reached down, caressing his balls.

  Gage’s moans of pleasure increased as he thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock into Kate’s mouth. She began sucking, first gently, then harder, working him in and out of her mouth, her tongue swirling over his shaft.

  Kate kept him in her mouth, sucking and licking, working him with her tongue and hand, until he was shuddering, his hips jerking forward. He was breathing hard, sweat beading across his upper lip.

  “Oh, god, Kate. This is heaven. Oh, yeah…oh, fuck…” Suddenly he pulled away from her, his cock twitching, glistening with her saliva. She lost her balance, leaning forward, catching herself with her hands on his hard thighs. He pulled her up by the shoulders, spinning her around, bending her over the arm of a nearby chair.

  And then he was inside her, his cock thrust into her pussy, making her cry out as he pushed her forward with the power of his thrusts. He held her hips hard, digging his fingers into her flesh. She could hear him grunting loudly and before she could even regain her balance, he was coming. His cry was something she’d never heard from him before; part desperation, part pure ecstasy. She felt the hot liquid of his orgasm filling her and then running down her legs. Before she’d even registered what had really happened, he was draped over her, his ragged breath hot in her ear, his sweat covered chest pressed against her back. He held her for a long moment, his arms wrapped around her waist.

  Gently he helped her stand, pulling away from her, turning her around, cradling her against his chest. She could hear his heart pounding as she rested her head against him. He stroked her hair softly.

  “Oh, god, Kate. What you do to me. I didn’t want to come in your mouth; I wanted to be inside you, where I belong. I’m sorry it was so fast but watching you there, my cock in your mouth, you sucking me, your body so perfect, I couldn’t hold back.”

  He tipped her face to his, kissing her lips gently. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, babe.”

  She smiled up at him. Sending him completely out of control was exactly what she’d wanted all along. The feeling of power coursing through her body was almost as exhilarating as an orgasm…almost, but not quite.

  Kate’s body was thrumming, seeking release. She was ready to let Gage take over, let him pleasure her until she was a quivering mass of woman, surrendering completely to him. She shivered involuntarily as he undid the clasp to her bra, slowly pulling it down her arms. He looked down at her, cupping her breasts, watching his fingers against her pale skin, sliding his thumbs across her hard nipples.

  She expected him to lead her to the bed, but he headed to the open shower. It was huge, with multiple showerheads and what appeared to be a steam shower as well.

  “Holy cow, Gage. This is bigger than my apartment.” As large as the shower was, it was also warm and inviting. Gage turned the lights down to a soft glow. The tile work was rich taupe and brown, earthy and sensual. She let Gage adjust the water, watching it fall down from a rainfall showerhead.

  Gage pulled her beneath the water, the droplets perfectly mimicking being caught in a warm summer rain. He held her for a moment, just letting the warmth pour over them. She tilted her face to him and he kissed her, deeply and passionately, exploring her mouth with his tongue, his hands moving over her body, slowly caressing her skin as the water streamed over them.

  There was row of shampoos and soaps on a nearby shelf. Gage reached over, pouring a silky stream of delicious smelling shampoo into his hand. He turned Kate around, working the shampoo into a lather and gently kneading it through her hair. It had been a long time since anyone had washed her hair; the sensation of his strong fingers massaging her scalp was heaven. Kate closed her eyes, all thoughts other than the exquisite feeling of Gage washing her hair gone for the moment.

  He turned her around, grabbing the hand-held showerhead and carefully rinsing the bubbles from her hair. When he was done, he took a bar of scented soap, working up a lather with his hands. With infinite care, he began washing her, soaping her arms, running his hands over her breasts, down her stomach, over her thighs. He again turned her around, washing her back, his hands skimming over her curvy ass.

  Gage worked in complete silence. Kate was mesmerized by the whole process; his slow and deliberate attention to every inch of her body, the almost reverent way he attended to her. Kate felt loved and pampered, totally relaxed and content to let him do as he pleased.

  Gage rinsed her body again, turning her beneath the patter of warm water. He stepped away from her, looking her over, then meeting her gaze with serious eyes.

  “I pronounce you clean, Miss.” He bowed deeply, rising with a smile on his face.

  Kate burst out laughing. She’d forgotten how romantic and gentle Gage could be. The tour had shown her the rough side of him and it made her heart sing to reconnect with this part, the playful part.


  She pulled him close, holding him for a moment beneath the falling water. Then she took the soap and gently began washing him.

  It wasn’t long before his cock was hard again. She washed him slowly, enjoying the feel of her wet soapy hands sliding along the length of his erection.

  At one point, Gage gently stopped her hands. “It’s your turn, Kate.” She watched as he stood beneath the water, the soap bubbles trailing down his long legs. He reached one hand between her legs, gently probing with his fingers, his eyes locked with hers, pulling her against him with his other arm, cradling her against his body. She gasped as his fingers slid across her clit, then worked into her pussy. Every nerve ending was alive, aching for his touch.

  It took only a few moments of Gage’s exploring fingers touching her, probing inside, rubbing her sensitive clit before she was crying out, her body jerking, her hips thrusting forward. She let herself go, let her orgasm rip through her body, clutching Gage as her body shook, letting him hold her as she climaxed.

  He held her gently for a minute. Then he turned her around, pressing his erection against her ass. The heat, the hardness of his body against hers was intoxicating. She looked at him over her shoulder, meeting his gaze, seeing the passion and arousal she felt reflected there.

  “Gage, fuck me. I want you inside me….now.” She practically growled out the last word. She wanted his cock inside her, hard, thrusting. And Gage did just that.

  He held her hips, and for a brief moment she felt his cock brush against her ass. And then he was inside her, thrusting hard, his cock filling her. Kate rested her hands on the shower wall, pushing back against Gage, spreading her legs, willing him to push further into her.

  Gage held her hips against his body, wrapping his arm around her waist, thrusting upward in hard strokes, almost knocking the air from her lungs with his power. But Kate wanted more, wanted him deeper inside her.

  She struggled out from beneath Gage, turning to face him, briefly registering the look of surprise on his face.

  “Kate…what…?”

  “Down.” She was panting as she pointed to the wet shower floor. “On your back.”

  Before he could speak, she pulled him down, pushing him onto his back. She straddled his hips, grabbing the thick shaft of his cock, guiding it into her waiting pussy. Settling her weight fully on Gage, she held him there a moment, relishing the feeling of him totally inside her, as far as she could take him.

  Gage was looking up at her, a wild, savage hunger flickering in his eyes. He held her hips lightly, letting her set the pace, letting her take control.

  And the pace she set was hard and fast. She rose up, then slammed her body down on him, crying out at the feeling of the full length of his cock buried inside her, sending shock waves through her body.

  “Oh, god, Gage…your cock feels so…so good.” Kate planted her hands on either side of his chest and rode him hard, reveling in the electricity that soared through her body as she rode him like a wild stallion, the absolute ecstasy she felt coursing through her veins, pushing her on.

  Kate was breathing hard, the sensations in her body spiraling upward. She ground her hips down on Gage, sliding back and forth, her clit rubbing against him. Each touch, each movement made her cry out. She’d never been so aware of every nerve ending in her body.

  When her orgasm broke, it took her away from the present. The shower walls faded to gray, the sounds of the water dimmed and all she was aware of was every cell in her body flooded with pleasure, her hips shuddering, her body almost bent double as her muscles tensed and contracted.

  Finally Kate collapsed onto Gage, her chest heaving. She felt his arms wrap around her, hugging her to him as the warm water fell on her back.

  * * *

  Much later Kate woke. The city outside was in deep twilight, building lights visible through the suite’s large windows. She stretched languorously, enjoying the feeling of the fine sheets against her naked skin, the dusky light of the room making her feel safe and cocooned in warmth.

  “You look beautiful in my bed, Kate. It’s something I could get used to, that’s for sure.”

  Gage’s voice startled her. He was propped up on one elbow, watching her, his eyes reflecting the soft light of the room. She turned to him, running her fingers over his cheek.

  “I like being in your bed.” She kissed his lips.

  After their heated encounter in the shower, Gage had taken her to bed, slowly and carefully making love to her, bringing her to another earth shattering orgasm as he cried out with the force of his own climax. They’d curled together, falling asleep as the day faded to dusk.

  “Are you ready to talk about us?”

  She could see the concern and worry etched on Gage’s face. She pulled away from his arms, propping herself up on her elbow. She took a deep breath.

  “Yes, I am.” Her heart was telling her this was where she should be, with Gage, always. And for once, her mind agreed. She smiled.

  “It was hard on tour, Gage. But it wasn’t fair for me to judge you based on what I saw of you on tour. That was you, the rockstar Gage Stevens, in large neon lights.” She touched his chest with her finger, her voice dropping to a whisper.

  “This is you, just Gage, naked and here and vulnerable. The Gage I fell in love with years ago. The Gage I still love.”

  She watched Gage’s face, saw a tentative look of hope spread across his features.

  “Are you saying you’re willing to give this a try, Kate? To give us a try, again?”

  “Yes, Gage. I am. Not in the spotlight of the tour, but here, in New York, as two regular normal people living their life.”

  There was a brief hesitation and then Gage pulled her against his chest, burying his face in her hair. After a moment she realized he was crying, softly and silently, his head cradled on her shoulder. She held him a long, long time, rocking him, stroking his hair.

  Finally he raised his head. “I love you, Kate.”

  He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, lingering there for a moment.

  “I love you too, Gage.”

  ***

  Gage fell into a deep sleep, cradling Kate against his body. Before sleep overtook him, he played back the conversation they’d had, whispering in the dark, planning their future together.

  And for the first time in a long time, he’d cried in front of someone. He’d been so happy when she’d said she wanted a future with him, that he thought his heart would burst. The last time he remembered crying was when Kate had left him, five years earlier. But those tears had been from heartbreak and anger, from loss and pain.

  Tonight’s tears had surprised him. But he wasn’t ashamed to cry in front of Kate. She’d held him a long time and then they’d talked, honestly. Kate had told him every fear and insecurity she had, every experience on tour that had shaken her trust in him.

  And he had listened, really listened. Everything she said made sense, when he looked at it from her point of view. Nothing on tour was reality; it was all show and glitz and over the top parties. And girls…groupies, at every venue, at every after party; their only thought to tempt, to lure, to be everything and anything the girlfriend or wife wasn’t.

  He told her honestly there wasn’t much he could do about how his manager set up the dates, or arranged the parties, or who was invited. But he told her that he could change how he acted in those situations, now that he realized what her fears were.

  They’d talked a long time, their sentences and words finally trailing away, replaced by kisses and touches, hands slowly exploring each other, slowly and softly taking each other once more into that place they shared where nothing else mattered.

  ***

  “I need to get going, Gage.” She leaned over, whispering in his ear. He raised up on his elbow, groggy, his face just visible in the dim light from the windows.

  “Can’t you stay till morning? I want to wake up with you.” Gage wrapped his arms around Kate, pulling her against his chest.


  “I wish I could but I have to be at work in a few hours. I want to get a start on the articles and I want to meet with Ursula again, show her what I’ve got.” She pulled away, kissed his forehead and got out of bed.

  “I’ll call you later from the office,” she called as she padded down the hall in search of her clothes. Coming back into the bedroom, she started pulling on her jeans and shirt, looking for her shoes. She glanced up at Gage.

  “We can have dinner…” her voice trailed away.

  Gage was lying back on the pillows, his arms crossed behind his head, the sheet trailing across his hips, far too sexy with his dark hair messy against the white pillows. She looked long and hard at his beautiful tanned body. Gage sifted slightly, his hips moving beneath the sheet, the outline of a not so subtle erection clearly visible beneath the linen.

  “I want you to stay, Kate. Come back to bed; let me make love to you again. Come on baby, one more time.” His voice was husky, full of sensual promise. As he sat up, the sheet pooled in his lap, revealing his cock in all its glory.

  As if drawn by a magnet, Kate climbed over the end of the bed, meeting Gage in the middle, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor. His fingers were already at the front of her jeans, pulling them down her legs. With one swift movement, he tipped her on her back, sliding her jeans over her feet.

  “You’re not wearing any panties, Kate. Naughty girl.” He looked down at her, his lips curved in that devilish smile that took her breath away.

  “I couldn’t find them.” She ran her hand through his dark hair, tangling her fingers in the locks.