Hard Rock Sin: A Rock Star Romance

by Athena Wright

He obliged, pressing two fingers against my entrance this time. He returned to the slower pace, pumping in and out, my wetness easing the way.

  The ache inside me was getting almost painful. I could feel his length against my thigh, straining to burst out of his jeans.

  I placed my hand on him and pressed down. He cursed and fell forward, his forehead resting on my shoulder. I rubbed him slowly, feeling him grow even harder under my fingers.

  "Lily, if you don't stop…"

  I tugged on his hair, pulling him up to meet my eyes. "I don't want to stop."

  His eyes blazed with an inner fire. "You sure?"

  "Yes."

  With one arm around my waist, he shifted us until I was lying down on the bed. He knelt at my feet. The sight of Cameron shirtless, wearing only dark jeans with wild, messy red hair, sent more tingles shooting through me.

  "You're so hot," I blurted out.

  Cameron laughed. My cheeks burst into flames.

  "I mean, there are other things I like about you, too," I stammered. "You're funny and thoughtful and an amazing musician and—"

  He pressed a kiss on my calf. "And you're cute."

  I shivered.

  He slid higher and kissed my knee. "And an amazing artist."

  With two hands he spread my legs and pressed a kiss to my inner thigh. "And kind."

  My legs tried to clamp together unconsciously. He held them open.

  "And sexy as hell."

  He hooked his fingers under the elastic of my panties and slowly drew them down my legs.

  "And I've been thinking of fucking your cunt with my tongue and making you come on my face for months."

  I choked at his dirty words, then shrieked out loud as Cameron dived between my legs and sucked my clit into his mouth.

  My limbs went limp as I fell back against the bed. His lips and tongue and mouth on the most sensitive part of me was a full frontal assault. I felt like a ship lost at sea, waves of pleasure hitting from every side. I moaned and squirmed and I grasped at his hair, pulling him closer.

  "Oh my god," I whimpered.

  I trembled and shook and gasped for air as the pleasure sent me higher and higher, through the clouds and into the stratosphere.

  Two fingers pushed inside me and I saw stars, a burst of light and color crossed my vision. I called out Cameron's name with a strangled breath, then words were impossible as I tumbled over the edge. Shocks of pleasure sang through me. My entire body tensed up, then went limp as I sank into the mattress.

  I blacked out.

  When I finally peeled my eyes open, I found Cameron lying on his side, staring at me. He cracked a smile and placed a kiss on my lips. I fumbled for him, my arms weak, but still strong enough to cling to him. I buried my head in his chest and tangled our legs together.

  The rough scratch of his jeans against my bare legs was unbearable. I was still throbbing inside, something in me longing to be filled.

  I tugged at his button and zipper. "Off. Now."

  "So demanding." He stroked a hand through my hair, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. "We don't have to. This was enough."

  "No, it wasn't." I was aching and pulsing. I needed him inside me. "I'm not scared anymore. I want you."

  I popped the button and pulled down the zipper. That stiff length nearly fell into my hands. I reached inside and pulled him out.

  My eyes went wide as I took in his size. I swallowed hard, starting to get second thoughts.

  But the velvety smooth skin under my hands made my inner walls clench down with need. I stroked up and down experimentally. Cameron groaned. He kicked off his jeans and boxers in a hurry. He turned over and reached into the bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a square foil packet.

  "I know I didn't put those there," I said.

  "With the kind of parties I throw, I make sure each room is fully stocked."

  He rolled over and pinned me beneath him. I spread my legs to make room for him. I could feel the tip just at my entrance, blunt and unyielding. I held my breath, my eyes squeezing shut without thinking.

  "Hey." Cameron stroked my hair with soft fingers. I opened my eyes to meet dark blue. His pupils were blown wide open with need. "You still sure?"

  Even in this position, even with us so close, he still took the time to ask.

  My heart thumped madly in my chest. My eyes threatened to tear up. I pulled him down into a desperate kiss, tongues battling, hot and wet.

  "I'm sure," I breathed into his mouth. "Fuck me."

  He groaned and tightened his grip in my hair. "Say that again."

  I flushed, but complied. "Fuck me, Cameron."

  "You're going to be the death of me, Angel."

  Our eyes locked as he slid himself inside me. He went just as slowly as he had with his fingers. Slow enough to drive me crazy.

  I was thankful for it. I struggled to accommodate his size, panting in short gasps. I wriggled and shook as my insides fluttered around him.

  When our hips finally met, I let out a breath. I'd taken him all. I'd been wondering whether I could or not.

  This was it. I was no longer a virgin.

  And Cameron was my first.

  The thought sent my heart soaring. I was so high on the feeling I didn't even realize Cameron had stopped moving.

  His face was lined with something almost like pain, eyes narrowed and dark. His body was tense, trembling with the effort to keep still.

  I shifted my hips, pulling him closer.

  "You can move," I told him.

  With a low grunt, he pulled out and pushed back in. More sparks of pleasure shot through me, even better than when he'd had his fingers inside me. The stretch of him, the burn of it, was at once pleasurable and painful and the combination made my head spin.

  Cameron returned to kissing me, devouring my mouth. He thrust his tongue between my lips with the same pace he thrust his hips, mimicking the motion.

  I rocked my hips in time with his. The two of us moved together in a fluid rhythm, coming together then moving apart, over and over again, the pleasure building between us.

  "So fucking sweet," he murmured into my mouth. "Angel, you have no idea what you're doing to me."

  Our speed increased as we both began to reach our peak. I could sense he was close when his length pulsed and hardened even further inside me.

  Cameron pressed his thumb down on my clit and rubbed in circles. It was enough to send me over the edge again.

  He wrapped his arms around my waist and drew me closer, slamming his hips into mine. With a final thrust, Cameron cursed and went tense, muscles straining.

  I clawed my nails into his upper arms, digging into the skin as we fell into the abyss together, clutching each other tight.

  After long moments, when the pleasure finally began to subside, I let myself go limp and eased down into the mattress. Cameron fell on top of me. He kept his full weight from crushing me, holding himself up with his forearms.

  We lay there together, catching our breath as we trembled.

  My insides felt sore and achy. I reveled in the feeling, knowing that it was Cameron who had made me feel that way. I ran my hands up and down his bare back, now slick with sweat.

  He eventually pushed himself off me. We lay side by side, our limbs still tangled.

  I pressed my cheek to his and snuggled down into his embrace. Both of us closed our eyes and sank into the mattress.

  As much as I wished we could have just fallen asleep then and there, the party still raged around us. Loud voices and booming music and the sound of things crashing to the floor interrupted what should have been a quiet moment of tenderness.

  "We better get dressed," Cameron murmured into my hair.

  "Why?" I tried to snuggle down further into his arms.

  "Don't want to leave the party guests unattended for too long. Who knows what kind of shit they'll get up to."

  With a sigh, I sat up to gather my clothes. I winced. The ache between my legs was less pleasu
rable and more painful.

  "Are you okay?" Cameron asked immediately, concern on his face. "Did I hurt you?"

  "I'm fine. Just a bit sore."

  I swung my legs off the bed and gathered my skirt and shirt. My panties had been flung halfway across the room.

  Cameron hugged me from behind, his naked chest to my bare back. "I'm sorry."

  I turned in his arms and returned the hug. "I'm not sorry at all."

  The door of my bedroom slammed open, the doorknob embedding itself in the wall, again. Another laughing couple stumbled in. They stopped when they saw us, just like the last time.

  "Ohmigod!" the girl yelped.

  I flinched and scrambled for the sheets.

  Cameron had no shame. He stood up, fully naked, and waved them out. "You mind?"

  "Sorry, Cam," the guy said. He threw Cameron a sly grin and a thumbs up, nodding to me. The couple left, forgetting to close the door behind them.

  "And this is why we should get dressed," Cameron said.

  I hurried to pull on my clothes before anyone could peek inside and see me naked.

  A terrible thought occurred to me. "Do you think they recognized me?"

  Cameron tilted his head toward me as he buttoned his jeans. "Why?"

  "What if they say something?"

  "About what?"

  "About me. And you. Together." Nerves threatened to overtake my common sense. "What if they tell everyone they saw us together? What if everyone finds out?"

  Cameron stilled. "You… don't want people to find out about us?" he asked slowly.

  "You do?" I asked, surprised. "I thought you were terrified Noah would find out."

  "It's one thing for Noah to think I'm perving on his little sister. This is different. I'm not just playing around."

  My heart melted in my chest. The worry still wouldn't dissipate though.

  "I don't know if Noah will see it that way," I said doubtfully. "He's still going to be really upset."

  "You let me deal with Noah."

  "I don't think you understand—"

  "No, you don't understand." Cameron took me in his arms. "I don't care what your brother thinks. We're together now. I'll do anything to keep you."

  Ever since that night at the concert, Cameron had been the one running away, terrified of my brother's reaction. I'd been the one who balked at Noah's restrictions, the one who wanted to live my life out from under my brother's thumb.

  But now that Cameron and I were together, I had something to lose. I knew Noah wouldn't react well to this news. I didn't want Noah and Cameron to fight. I didn't want Noah to make me choose between them. And I didn't want Noah to force Cameron to leave the band.

  Cameron had been right. This thing between us was probably not going to end well.

  "I don't think we should tell anyone," I said.

  The hurt on Cameron's face was evident.

  "Yet," I hastened to add. "Not until I can figure out a way to tell Noah and not have him freak out."

  Cameron reluctantly agreed.

  "I'm going back out to supervise the party," he said after his shirt was back on. "Come with me?"

  "I should probably try to do a bit more studying and then get some sleep." I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. "How long do you think you'll be up?"

  "My parties usually go 'til dawn."

  "Oh." I had been hoping Cameron and I could fall asleep together. After what we'd just done, the idea of going to bed alone felt unbearable.

  "I can shut the party down early." He stepped closed to me and pressed a kiss on my lips. "Will you give me an hour to empty out the place? Then we can go to bed together."

  My heart went light with relief. "I'd love that. I want to fall asleep in your arms." I flushed when I realized how sappy I'd sounded.

  "Fuck, you're so cute." Cameron kissed me again, desperate and heated, turning me into a writhing ball of need. He began to get hard again, his length pressing into my stomach.

  We broke the kiss and panted into each other's mouths.

  "You're fucking amazing, Angel." Cameron's voice was hoarse.

  "Did anyone ever tell you that you swear a lot?" I teased.

  He tensed, his eyes turning pained. I didn't know what I'd said wrong, but I sensed a shift in the mood.

  "I like it when you swear," I continued, trying to repair whatever harm I'd caused. "It shows you're passionate."

  Cameron relaxed. "You don't think it makes me sound uncivilized?"

  "No. Especially when you call me Angel right after. I like that part."

  "Then I'll call you Angel as often as possible."

  Cameron pressed another quick kiss to my lips before leaving to round up the party guests and kick them out.

  I sat back down on my bed. I wanted to bask in the moment. My first time, with Cameron. So many thoughts and emotions swirling around inside me.

  But my mind had turned to only one thing.

  What had I said that had bothered him so much?

  Chapter Twenty

  "Why do we never sleep in your room?" I asked. "You always come to mine."

  We were outside on the patio, enjoying the sun. Cameron's poolside lounge chairs were as comfortable as the leather armchairs in his movie theater room. Plush and soft, perfect for sunbathing.

  Cameron laughed.

  "You know that bachelor reputation of mine?" he said. "If you saw my bedroom you'd lose all respect for me."

  "Who says I respect you now?" I teased.

  "Fucking ow." He faked a blow to his chest, pressing a hand over his heart. "This is the thanks I get? I put you up in my own home, I let you eat my food, I give you multiple orgasms. What more can a man do?"

  "A man can clean his room like an adult."

  "Says the girl with dirty laundry piled in the corner and soda cans stockpiled on her nightstand."

  "I never said I wasn't a hypocrite."

  Cameron poked me in the side. I didn't flinch.

  "You're the ticklish one, not me," I told him.

  Cameron turned the poke into a caress. My insides fluttered.

  I'd worn my skimpiest swimsuit. Not that it was all that skimpy. Really, it was just a normal bikini. Cameron enjoyed it though. He especially enjoyed exploring my sun tan lines whenever he got me naked.

  Which was often.

  "You don't have any tattoos," he noted.

  I shuddered. "Ick. Needles. No thanks. I'll leave that to you rock stars."

  "Not even in any secret places?" he teased.

  "You've thoroughly examined all my secret places."

  "Speaking of, you need more lotion?" He reached out with grabby fingers.

  "You just want an excuse to put your hands on me."

  "I don't need an excuse for that."

  In one swift motion Cameron picked me up, hefting me over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

  "What are you doing?" I shrieked.

  "It's hot. You should cool off before you get sunstroke."

  He walked us to the edge of the pool.

  "Oh no," I said in a warning tone. "Don't you dare."

  "I'm just looking out for my girlfriend's wellbeing."

  I stopped breathing.

  That was the first time Cameron called me his girlfriend.

  Maybe it was juvenile, but I had been hoping to have the relationship status talk sometime soon. I'd never had that talk before. I hadn't known how to bring it up.

  "Lily?" Cameron prompted. "You alive in there?"

  "Yeah," I choked out, fighting back tears. I'd never been this emotional in my life. Not like the way I'd been since moving into Cameron's. I thumped him in the back. "Put me down."

  "Anything you say, Angel."

  "No, wait—!" I protested.

  He jumped into the pool with me still in his arms.

  We landed with a splash. The cold water was a shock to my system, especially after basking in the warm sun. I kicked off the bottom of the pool and burst to the surface with a gasp.

 
; "I hate you," I sputtered, my eyes squeezed shut. I didn't like that sting of chlorine in my eyes. It always turned my face red and blotchy.

  Cameron was still under the water. He swam towards me and grabbed my legs. I kicked out. He used me to climb up, clinging to me the entire time.

  He surfaced, hair plastered to his face, covering his eyes and cheeks.

  "You look like a mop," I told him.

  He slicked his hair back with a grin. "There's that grumpy face. You've been so smiley and happy lately. I missed that patented pissed off Hart look."

  "I hate you," I repeated, now that he was out of the water and could hear me.

  "What was that?" he said, putting a hand to his ear. "You love me and adore me and want to have my babies?"

  I whirled around, water splashing everywhere, not wanting him to see my stunned expression.

  Love and girlfriend and babies.

  All those words spoken so close together sent my heart thumping madly.

  I hadn't even begun to think about that kind of thing.

  My heart squeezed in my chest, feeling light and airy. A small smile spread across my face unbidden.

  Was that where Cameron's mind was already going? Was he thinking that long term already?

  Then reality sunk in. Of course he wasn't thinking things like that. He'd just been joking.

  Disappointment filled my chest, but also a sort of relief. I was only nineteen. I shouldn't have been thinking those sort of thoughts. Not yet.

  But there was something about this man that made me want to throw all caution to the wind and jump in head first.

  Cameron wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me back against him. Our legs brushed as we treaded water.

  "Of course, if I really wanted to piss you off, I'd do this."

  Cameron ducked under the water. He grabbed my ankles. I thought he would pull me under.

  Instead, he tickled my feet.

  I yelped and squirmed and kicked. My foot made contact with something soft yet firm.

  Cameron exploded to the surface.

  "Fuck," he cursed, a hand to his face, but still laughing. "I think you broke my nose."

  "It's your own fault," I grumbled.

  He rubbed his nose gingerly. I pushed his hand aside, prodding at his nose.

  "Ow," he complained.

  "You're fine. It's not broken." I poked his nose one more time for good measure. He winced. "How'd you know my feet were ticklish? I'm not ticklish anywhere else."