Hard Rock Sin: A Rock Star Romance

by Athena Wright

  Cameron let out a fake sigh. "I suppose I can be patient." A wicked gleam appeared in his eyes. "But that just means I'll have to keep you up even later." He placed his lips near my ear. "I'm going to fill up that sweet cunt of yours and make you come on my cock for hours."

  I crossed my legs, pressing my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache pulsing inside me.

  The ride was mercifully short. Cameron pushed a handful of bills into the driver's hand and pulled me out of the taxi. His tongue was in my mouth before the driver had even squealed away.

  I clung to him, the press of his lips making me as dizzy and breathless as they had the first time we'd kissed.

  We stumbled through the front door. Cameron kicked it closed. He pressed me up against the wall. His hand cradled the back of my head, protecting it. I tilted my chin up, taking more of his kisses. His tongue played with mine. Desire surged through me. I breathed in sharply. The taste and smell of him, something warm and fresh and uniquely Cameron, made my head spin.

  We kissed with a fierce passion. One hand pressed on the small of my back, urging me closer. The other gripped the back of my neck, tugging me forward to crash our lips together again and again.

  I made a soft noise of disappointment when Cameron pulled away. He trailed his lips from my mouth, down my chin, to my neck. He licked a slow line up my throat. Shivers coursed through me. He nipped at my collarbone. I gasped. His one hand moved from my back to my thigh. He dragged my skirt up to my waist, revealing my panties. His hard length pressed against his front zipper, jeans and thin cotton the only thing separating us. I rubbed myself against him shamelessly, wanting more. Wanting everything.

  Cameron groaned as I squirmed, his length turning even harder. His grip on my hair tightened as it twitched.

  I could feel him against me, the heat of that stiff cock burning me even through layers of fabric. My mind went hazy with desire. I felt a sudden urge to feel him on my lips, to taste him on my tongue.

  I squirmed out of his hold and lowered myself to the floor, until I was on my knees in front of him. I peeked up through my lashes. His stare scorched me from the inside. Cameron cupped the back of my head, fingers sifting through the long strands.

  "You sure?" he asked. The words were rough with need.

  I nodded.

  His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide. "I've wanted that sweet mouth of yours wrapped around my cock for months."

  My breathing went shallow. My face flushed red hot, those words nearly undoing me. I slowly popped open the button and pulled down the zipper. His cock fell into my hands, warm and thick, and weeping a single drop at the tip.

  I darted out my tongue with a small lick.

  Cameron groaned.

  I placed my lips on the head and gave it a light kiss.

  He twisted his fingers in my long strands.

  I opened my mouth and slowly slid down his shaft, enjoying the taste and texture of him on my tongue.

  Cameron cursed and bucked his hips. I choked a little and pulled back.

  "Shit, sorry," Cameron breathed.

  "It's okay," I said hoarsely.

  But I didn't let it deter me for long. I dived back down, taking him further into my mouth.

  I didn't really know what I was doing. I just thought about what might make Cameron feel good.

  I licked at the underside with my tongue as I pulled away. I sucked at the head, pressing my lips together in a tight circle. I bobbed my head forward and began the process all over again.

  Before long Cameron was tugging at my hair urgently. "Fuck, Lily—"

  I pulled back with a pop, letting his cock leave my mouth entirely. He cursed, panting heavily, close to the edge.

  I took him in my hands again. I placed another sucking kiss on the tip. I licked around the crown. I took him back in my mouth.

  I waited until his thigh muscles were straining, until his cock began to twitch.

  I pulled back again.

  "Shit!" Cameron groaned. "You're killing me."

  A sly smile crossed my lips.

  I tongued a slow line up his cock, from the base of his shaft to the head. I sucked lightly on the tip, just putting enough pressure to make him moan. I took him down again. This time I tried to go as far as I could. My throat muscles fluttered as I suppressed a cough. I didn't want to ruin this.

  Cameron groaned as I fought to relax, trying not to gag. I waited, breathing shallowly. I kept his cock in my mouth until his thighs were trembling.

  I swallowed.

  "Fuck!" His hand slammed against the wall keeping him from falling forward.

  I let out a pleased hum, causing another moan to escape his mouth.

  I decided to have mercy on him. I slid my mouth up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm, using my lips to tease at the head on every withdrawal.

  Before too long, his cock filled out in my mouth, becoming even thicker.

  "If you don't stop, I'm going to come on those pretty pink lips," Cameron warned with a short, panted breath.

  My only response was to suck harder.

  Moments later his cock pulsed, warm fluid hitting the back of my throat. I fought to swallow it down before I drowned.

  Cameron slowly pulled out, still hard, still pulsing, coating my tongue. He took himself in his hand and popped free of my mouth. He let the head rest on my bottom lip. He continued pulsing, painting my lips with sticky wetness.

  His eyes were transfixed on my mouth. I slowly brushed my tongue along my bottom lip, catching a taste of his tip along with it. I licked at the head, catching every drop. I kept my eyes trained on him the entire time.

  He grunted and finally pulled away, too sensitive to continue. He tucked himself back in his jeans. He pulled me up from my knees, planting his mouth on mine in a heated kiss. He didn't seem to mind that he was tasting himself on my lips.

  "You fucking tease," he murmured into my lips. "You like playing games?"

  "Not as much you do," I replied with a playful smile.

  "This isn't the kind of game I'd want us to play at my house parties."

  I shuddered at the thought. "I'm not into exhibitionism, sorry."

  "No?" he grinned mischievously. "Sometimes the thrill of getting caught is worth it."

  "Not when you're Noah Hart's little sister."

  The smile slid off Cameron's face. I knew exactly what he was thinking.

  "I'll tell him soon," I promised. "I want everyone to know about us, too."

  Cameron examined me closely. "I know you're worried about how he'll react. Fuck, I'm worried too. But whatever happens, we'll work through it."

  I buried my face in Cameron's chest and breathed in deeply.

  I wished I could be as optimistic as him.

  But I knew my brother.

  Telling Noah wasn't going to be easy.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Summer was almost over. That meant my classes were almost over. It was a relief, in one way, because my brain was beginning to feel fried from all the coursework and readings and papers. I was looking forward to a first semester filled with art, not essays.

  I also couldn't help but feel a little sad.

  My living situation was going to change soon. I was only supposed to be staying at Cameron's until I moved into the dorms. Once school started, I wouldn't have a reason to stay in the mansion with him.

  Cameron hadn't broached the subject yet. For all I knew, he couldn't wait to get his bachelor pad back. We were a couple, yes, but moving in together so soon was rushing things, wasn't it?

  I supposed that, since we'd already been living together, it wouldn't really be that odd. But still. Cameron hadn't said anything about me staying past the end of summer.

  Not to mention, how in the world would I explain to Noah why I was staying at Cameron's without him getting suspicious?

  Because I still hadn't been able to figure out a way to tell Noah about me and Cameron.

  I could tell him when we were alone together, ju
st the two of us. Noah wouldn't be able to punch my new boyfriend in the face if Cameron wasn't there.

  Cameron and I could present a united front and tell him together. Convince him that we were serious about each other, and that this wasn't just Cameron playing around. Of course, we risked Noah flipping out and beating the shit out of Cameron then and there.

  I could tell Noah ahead of time that I had some news to share. Let him brace himself of the worst before I spilled and hope that whatever he thought up wasn't as bad as what I was going to tell him.

  I could always just spring it on him, matter-of-fact. Pretend like it was no big deal and hope he didn't overreact.

  I had to snort to myself. Hoping Noah wouldn't overreact was a futile wish. I knew he wouldn't take my relationship with Cameron lightly.

  I was thinking through my options as I drove back to the mansion from campus one afternoon. I was so absorbed in thought, I didn't notice the front door until I'd already parked and left the car.

  When I saw the front door, wide open on its hinges, my heart immediately ran into overdrive.

  Why was the door wide open?

  I always closed and locked it behind me.

  Cameron did as well.

  Was somebody inside?

  I broke out in a cold sweat. The hairs on the back of my neck tingled with warning.

  Had somebody broken in?

  With my heart in my throat I inched away, plastering myself to the exterior of my car. Shivers wracked my body, my fingers cold and trembling.

  I tried to calm myself down. Tried to reason with myself.

  Maybe Cameron had ordered pizza, and the delivery guy was still in the foyer.

  But there wasn't a delivery car in the long driveway.

  Maybe the housekeepers were in a rush and had forgotten to close the door behind them.

  But Cameron said the housekeepers only came on Wednesdays, and it was Friday.

  The anxiety was clouding my mind. I couldn't talk myself out of it. My breath came in short pants. My legs wavered. I hit the pavement, landing on my butt. I scooted back against the car as far as I could, as if the vehicle could protect me.

  I heard myself struggling to breathe, wheezing as I sucked in air. My vision was beginning to go fuzzy around the edges.

  A sudden thought occurred to me, briefly piercing the clouds. I could jump back in the car and lock the doors. No one would be able to get to me, then.

  With shaky hands I fumbled for my purse. I clutched the keys in my hands. The feel of the cool metal calmed me somewhat.

  I had a plan. I could get out of this.

  My heart still jackhammered in my chest from adrenaline, but the tightness in my chest loosened some.

  There wasn't anything to fear.

  I closed my eyes and I took a long, slow breath. I counted to ten. I let it out. My mind began to clear. Some of the panic began to subside.

  I was finally able to breathe in shallow breaths. My racing heartbeat began to slow. I wiped my clammy hands on my skirt.

  The gravel of the pavement was digging into my skin. The slight pain reminded me that I'd fallen to the ground in my panic.

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I pressed my palms to my face, feeling the hot flush of embarrassment.

  I chided myself for having gotten so worked up. An open front door shouldn't have sent me into a panic like that.

  Strong arms wrapped around me, tugging me to a warm, firm chest.

  "Fuck, Lily, are you okay?"

  I opened my eyes, finding myself pressed against Cameron, my head under his chin, my legs tucked under his.

  "Did something scare you?" he asked, sounding worried.

  "No. I'm fine," I said through a shaky breath. "I just—"

  I hated having to explain that an open front door had sent me into a panic.

  But I was a bit proud of myself, too. I'd fought through the panic. I'd made a plan.

  The first time, Cameron had found me hiding in the bathroom, about to pass out.

  The second time, I'd almost drowned in the pool.

  But this time, I was able to calm myself down. I was able to get the fear under control.

  Maybe I wasn't as helpless as I'd begun to think I was. Maybe I could learn to work through the fear and anxiety.

  Cameron still had his arms wrapped around me.

  "I'm fine," I repeated. "You can let me go."

  Cameron pulled back a few inches, still keeping his arms around me. He examined me closely as he crouched in front of me.

  "You're really pale," he noted. "And your hands are clammy." He gave me a concerned look. "Are you sure you don't want to see someone about this?"

  "I had a bit of a scare," I admitted. "But I'm okay."

  Cameron looked doubtful. "You can tell me if you're not."

  "I know. But I managed to calm myself down this time. I think I'm getting better at handling it."

  My heart lifted a little as I said the words. I really did feel better. My breathing was steady, my heart no longer pounding.

  Cameron pulled me to my feet. He brushed the dirt from the pavement off my skirt. I thought he might take the opportunity to cop a feel, but he didn't. He just looked at me carefully.

  "I want you to feel safe," he said.

  "I do, most of the time."

  "Remember what I said before? You can always come to me when you're scared or afraid. I'll always be here."

  That was true only as long as I lived at Cameron's. Once I moved out…

  A dozen different emotions ran through me at the thought. Excitement at finally being free. A still lingering worry that I might not be able to handle being on my own. Sadness at leaving Cameron.

  He must have seen the bevy of expressions cross my face.

  "What are you thinking?" he asked.

  I spoke the next words quietly, fearing his reaction.

  "What happens when I move out?"

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Cameron looked taken aback.

  "Why would you move out?"

  "To live in the dorms," I reminded him. "This is only supposed to be temporary."

  "It was only temporary as long as you were just Noah's sister." Cameron gave me a soft, teasing smile. "Did you think I was going to kick you out?"

  "No, but… don't you want your place back to yourself?"

  Cameron laughed. "I have eighteen bedrooms, remember? If I wanted space, I'd find it." He tugged me against his side. "You can't get rid of me that easily. You're mine."

  I threw myself at him, clinging to him.

  "I love you," I blurted out desperately.

  Cameron stilled under my arms. My heart thumped rapidly. With my head buried in his shoulder, I couldn't see his expression.

  All the anxiety I'd felt before returned full force. A different kind of anxiety this time. Why had I said that out loud? I hadn't meant to say it. I shouldn't have said it.

  He squeezed me tight. One hand cupped the back of my head, pressing us cheek to cheek. His lips touched my ear.

  "I love you, too," he replied softly.

  The fireworks I'd felt when he first kissed me were nothing compared to the explosion that went off when he said those words.

  I love you.

  I hadn't meant to say them first. Hadn't meant to say them at all.

  But Cameron returned my feelings.

  Cameron said he loved me.

  But even before the words had been spoken out loud, Cameron had showed me he loved me. With every thoughtful gesture, with every kind word, he had proven himself.

  A few stray tears fell down my cheeks. He clutched me to his chest.

  "I hope those are tears of happiness," he teased.

  I laughed and sniffled at the same time.

  "I love you," he repeated. "I don't want you to go. I want you to stay here." He pulled back, looking uncertain. "If you want to, I mean."

  "I do want to." My heart felt light and airy. Cameron loved me. Cameron had officially asked me to move in w
ith him. A small giddy laugh threatened to bubble up inside me.

  "I have something I want to show you," Cameron said. His expression was a combination of nerves and excitement. "I hope you don't mind."

  "Mind what?"

  "Cam, honey?"

  A voice called out from the front door.

  "Shit, sorry." Cameron cringed. "My parents are here. They said they've got some important stuff to tell me. I got distracted when I heard your car come up, but you didn't come into the house." Cameron gave me a crooked smile. "They want to talk about my mom's whole mayor thing with me."

  "That's a good sign, right? They probably want you involved somehow."

  "Yeah, maybe. It would be cool if I could help out somehow." There was a hopeful note in his voice. "You should come, too. You're a part of my life now. Anything that affects me will affect you."

  "What about that thing you wanted to show me?"

  "It can wait."

  Cameron took my hand and led me into the mansion, keeping a tight grip the entire time.

  Sharon and Grant were waiting in one of the living rooms. They looked overjoyed to see me again. Sharon stood from the sofa and gave me a warm hug in greeting.

  "So good to see you again, Lily." Sharon took note of mine and Cameron's clasped hands. She gave Cameron a knowing smile. "I'm glad to see you're still here."

  "Lily and I are together," he told them, beaming proudly.

  The ecstatic look on their faces made me flush.

  "We're so happy for you, dear. And I hope you'll be happy for me," she added.

  "Is it official, then?" Cameron asked.

  "It is." She straightened her shoulders. Her expression was one of slight nerves underneath a steely sort of resolve. "I've put my name in to run for mayor."

  Cameron and I gave his mother a round of congratulations.

  "Your father and I are going to be working very hard with my campaign stuff over the next few months," Sharon said. "Unfortunately, that means that we'll be very busy for the foreseeable future."

  Cameron nodded. "I get it. No more impromptu dinners."

  "There will also be quite a few events to attend, fundraising and such. That's not to mention when we actually start campaigning and doing town hall meetings and debates."