by Zane Morrow
She came out of the bathroom wearing only the hotel robe and towel drying her long red hair. It was a short robe, only coming to mid-thigh. I cleared my throat and swallowed. It was going to be harder to ‘hang out’ with her than I thought.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Is there someone you want to call? I can get out of your hair.”
“Not really. What can anyone do anyway?” She shrugged and sat next to me on the bed. “I appreciate you sticking around to be with me. I would rather not be alone right now.”
“Sure,” I replied, not really knowing what to say next. We sat in uncomfortable silence, pretending to watch whatever show about Alaska I found on Discovery Channel. A sharp, sudden knock on the door made Lydia jump.
“It’s only room service. I ordered us something to drink.” I grinned mischievously at her. “I thought you could use something.”
She laughed and shook her head before answering the door. After about thirty seconds, she walked towards me with a big bottle of Jack in her hand. “Really?”
“Here, let me get some glasses.” She turned toward the wet bar. For a moment, I stared longingly at her barely covered ass before shaking my head.
“No. We’re drinking it straight from the bottle tonight.” I opened it and took a long swig, closing my eyes as the amber colored liquid burned all the way down my throat and warmed my belly. When I was done, I offered the bottle to her. “Your turn.”
She raised an eyebrow at me and took a long drink. Impressive.
“Oh, that’s good,” she murmured, looking down at the bottle before handing it back to me. “Good idea.” She climbed up on the bed next to me and I couldn’t help but notice how her robe had loosened up some, revealing her cleavage.
I tried to ignore it as we watched TV and passed the bottle back and forth. I hadn’t seen her drink much, if anything, since we had been on tour, so I was impressed at how well she was keeping up. I had a decent buzz going and eventually we found ourselves talking about music.
“Your first album to this day is one of my favs. I listen to it all the time.”
“I noticed.” I had caught her listening to it that morning on the bus, but I’d seen her listening to it a few more times.
“You did?” Her face was flushed, but I couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or the whiskey.
“Yes.” I reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face and we paused, staring at each other. I wanted to kiss her so bad, but I wasn’t sure if she would be receptive to that after what had happened to her tonight.
She leaned forward and brushed her lips with mine. They tasted like whiskey and it was soft and sexy, just like her.
“Lydia,” I mumbled and she pulled back.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.” She looked down at her hands.
“Yes, you should have,” I said before taking her face in my hands and kissing her hard. My lips roamed over hers, tasting her. My tongue invaded her mouth, teasing and playing with hers.
Kissing her was amazing. For as many women as I had slept with, I hadn’t really kissed very many. To me, that was something special reserved for someone you cared about. I haven’t really met anyone I cared about yet. Until Lydia.
“Damien,” she panted breathlessly when the kiss ended.
“What’s wrong? Do you want me to stop?” I would if she asked me to, of course, but the erection in my jeans was becoming painful and it would suck if she turned me down.
She looked at me with her green doe eyes, and her lips swollen from my kiss. As much as I disliked this woman and what she represented, I had wanted her since before we were formally introduced.
“I don’t want you to stop.” Lydia bit her lower lip and it was all the encouragement I needed.
“Good,” I growled hungrily as I pushed her back on the bed. We made out like a couple of teenagers. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. My cock pressed the inside of her naked thigh and she arched into me, grinding her hips against me while we kissed.
I eventually tore my mouth away from her. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you.”
“I remember,” she replied with a wry smile.
“That’s right,” I grinned down at her. I reached between us and undid her robe, pushing it open. She gasped when my hand cupped her breast.
“That feels so good.”
I nodded and watched her eyes dance with desire when my thumb found her taut nipple and teased it, running the pad over and over it a few times.
“Damien!” She cried out and pressed into me when I leaned down and sucked the peak into my mouth. My hand trailed lower and when I brushed it against her thigh, she moaned and spread her legs for me. I ran a finger down her slit, only to find her already dripping wet. Fuck.
I released her nipple with a pop and she pulled at my shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” she mumbled while clumsily trying to remove it.
I sat up and removed my t-shirt, tossing it onto the floor near my jacket. She reached for my chest and traced the tattoos that covered it. “I love these,” she whispered. “I want to trace them all with my tongue.” She flicked my nipple ring and I moaned. “And I really love this.” She sat up on the bed and tongued my areola. I clutched her hair in my hand while she teased the sensitive spot, my cock now almost bursting from my jeans.
Her hands found my belt buckle and undid it. I helped her finish popping the button my pants. As much as I hated to be away from her, I stood up so I could remove them. My cock sprung free and she licked her lips.
“Commando?” She smiled as she stared at me, her cheeks burning.
“Easy access,” I replied sheepishly.
Lydia wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking it slowly. Damn, she felt good.
“I want you to fuck me, Damien Cross,” she whispered up at me. “I need you.”
“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
8
Lydia
I would probably regret this in the morning, but right now, I needed Damien. For now, I didn’t care that he was an obnoxious rock star who had slept with maybe hundreds of women. Tonight, he was my hero - the man who had saved me when I was attacked in the alley at the club.
I wanted him. No, I needed him to fuck me.
“Let me get a condom,” he whispered. I admired his ass as he turned around to pull a couple of condoms from his wallet. He kept one and tossed the rest on the night stand. “I plan on using all of these tonight.” He winked at me and I shivered.
He put on the condom and climbed between my legs. He stroked my cheek and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of my sex. I squirmed with need beneath him. “Are you ready for me to rock your world, Lydia?”
“Yes,” I nodded and tried to move so he was inside of me.
“Patience,” he mumbled and slid slowly inside my wet pussy. He moved until he was buried balls deep. He was larger than I was used to, and it took my body a little bit to get used to him.
He pressed his forehead into mine. “Lydia, you feel so fucking good.” His voice was strained, like he was trying to rein in his desire, but I didn’t want him to.
“Damien.” I took his nipple ring between two fingers and pulled slightly. “I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to fuck me like you do all of those groupies you take backstage.” I circled my hips beneath him, noticing the sweat that had broken out on his forehead as he perched himself on his forearms.
“Are you sure?” He stared down at me, the inner struggle evident in his eyes.
“Very. I need you to fuck me.” I wanted him to use me like he did those women. Tonight, I wanted to feel alive and completely forget about what had happened earlier. Maybe the whiskey was clouding my judgment, but I didn’t care. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my nails into his shoulders. “Give it to me, Damien. I want it all.”
He groaned and slid his cock almost all the way out of me before slamming it back
in. I cried out in surprise. Once more, he hesitated, but I wasn’t having it.
“That’s it. That’s what I need,” I urged him on, dragging my nails down his back. He threw his head back and made a sound deep in his throat.
He kissed me while fucking me, his tongue mimicking the motions his lower body was making. The tilt of his hips was perfect, hitting my clit with each stroke. I was so close to the edge.
“Come for me, princess. Come all over my cock.” I usually hated that nickname for me, but when he used it while we were fucking, it was hot.
He sucked a nipple into his mouth and I came undone. My orgasm shattered around him and he increased his speed. He buried his face in my neck and roared as he soon followed after me with a few hard thrusts. Eventually he collapsed on top of me, making us a tangled hot mess of sweaty limbs. I loved it!
“Jesus, Lydia,” he muttered and kissed my neck. He framed my face with his hands. “I had no idea you would be such a spitfire in bed or I would have tried to fuck you a lot sooner.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “Nice.”
“I should have known after that first day when we were alone in the conference room and you didn’t take my shit. Man, I left with such a hard on.” He rolled off of me and went into the bathroom to get rid of his condom. He came back to the bed and climbed in, pulling me to him. I would have never thought Damien Cross would be a cuddler.
“That was pretty amazing,” I admitted. The last thing he needed was his ego inflated anymore, but tonight all walls were down it seemed. Tomorrow we would probably be back to our usual roles of the rock star and the woman hired to babysit him, but tonight we were two lonely people who needed each other.
Sure, Damien was surrounded by fans and usually had a groupie or two (or sometimes three) on his arm, but I doubted there were any real relationships. He said himself that he didn’t kiss women and saved that for those he cared about. How many girls in his life had he really genuinely cared about?
He took another swig of the whiskey. We had put a good dent in it, but there was still almost half of it left.
My stomach rumbled and I rubbed it. “I’m hungry. Maybe we should get room service.”
“I’m hungry too,” he replied with an evil grin and moved on top of me. He slid down my body, his eyes on mine. “I didn’t get to taste you yet, Lydia.”
I threaded my fingers into his hair and sighed happily in anticipation. He placed himself between my legs, spreading them with this hands a second before his fingers traced my already swollen flesh. “Mmm...I love that you’re so bare down here.” He leaned forward and kissed the apex of my thighs softly.
“More,” I mumbled.
Damien laughed softly. “Oh, my sweet princess, be patient. I’m going to take my time with you.”
He wasn’t exaggerating either when he said that. He licked and sucked and fingered my pussy until I had come so many times I was a hot trembling mess beneath him. When the last orgasm ripped through me, eliciting a sob from my lips, he quickly put on a condom and slid deep inside me while I was still pulsing from my release. He licked the tear that had slipped from my eye, and covered my mouth with his, swallowing my cries.
He roared my name when he came, shuddering on top of me. I held him tight against me, reveling in the way his body felt on mine.
“Damn, woman.” His words were muffled against my skin. “We need a shower after that.”
I stroked his hair as he lay between my legs, his head on my chest. “For sure. And then room service.”
“Agreed.”
He stood up and grinned at me as he scooped me up off the bed. “Time to get cleaned up, princess.” I squealed and threw my arms around his neck as he carried me off to the bathroom.
We took a slow shower with lots of kissing and touching all over. I was seeing a totally different side of Damien Cross and I loved it. He was actually a pretty funny guy, and while I had imagined he’d be a great lover, I’d never guessed he would also be incredibly gentle and caring. The man never ceased to amaze me.
When we were done, he helped me out of the enclosure and toweled me off. He donned the remaining hotel robe from the back of the door and disappeared into the bedroom, probably hoping to find mine somewhere on the floor. Soon, he brought it back and helped me slide into it.
“Room service.” He nodded and grabbed the phone off the night stand. After ordering what sounded like at least one of everything off of the menu, we snuggled back in the bed together. It was really late and after the warm shower, all of the events of the night were catching up to me. The adrenaline rush and hours of stimulation had taken a toll. I was exhausted and dozed off in the comfort of his arms, only to be woken up by a knock on the door.
“Finally,” Damien muttered and untangled himself from me to answer. A cart soon rolled in, full of food. The delicious smell filled the room and my stomach rumbled in response. The hotel employee who brought the food was studying me with more interest than Damien could tolerate.
“Knock it the fuck off,” he growled as he elbowed the kid who couldn’t have been older than nineteen. Pulling his wallet from his pants, Damien handed him a tip and narrowed his eyes. “Get the hell out. She’s all mine.”
Oh, was I? I had to keep myself from breaking out into huge grin at his comment.
The guy quickly left and Damien shut and locked the door behind him. “What a loser,” he mumbled as he lifted lids off of plates and tossed a French fry into his mouth.
“Jealous?” I teased as I walked over to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and planted a soft kiss near his ear. My hand found its way into his robe and I teased his pierced nipple as a distraction.
“Like I’d be jealous of that guy.” He jerked his thumb toward the door. “I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you. That’s all.” He dipped his head low for a long lingering kiss that soon had me panting. He pulled the knot loose on my robe and sat me on the table near the food cart.
“Wait here.” He retrieved a condom from the night stand and removed his own robe before returning. He tore it open and handed it to me. “You put it on for me.” His dark eyes pierced mine and I pressed against his hands, which were now cupping my breasts. He teased my hard nubs with his thumbs. I’d had him numerous times already tonight, but I already wanted him again. Damien Cross was someone I had a feeling I could never get enough of.
I took the condom from him with a smile. “Gladly.”
9
Damien
I looked down and watched while Lydia rolled a condom on my cock. She was so sexy, naked and willing, getting me ready to fuck her right there on the table in the hotel room. When she had it on all the way, she encircled my erection with her hand and gave me a few hard pumps while she cupped my balls. Fuck, this woman.
I growled and reached around her, clutching her perfect ass in my hands while a drove into her. She threw her head back and I leaned forward to nibble on her neck while I slammed into her with a passion that surprised me. Her hands were on my shoulders, her nails digging deep into my skin as I pounded her hard. I nipped at the sensitive flesh of her neck and she cried out, her pussy milking my cock as she came undone yet again. With her, I paid attention. Already I recognized the signs, the way she panted, whimpered, and refused to meet my eyes.
“You’re so damn sexy when you come,” I whispered in her ear, my hands still on her ass. I ran my tongue along the shell of her ear while she trembled from her release. I pumped hard a few more times before I erupted in pleasure along with her.
For a few minutes, we held each other tight. I reveled in the feeling of her heart pounding next to mine. Tomorrow, things would go back to the way they were. I would be a rock star on tour and Lydia would be an employee of the record label, along to keep an eye on me and make sure I behaved. I’d be fooling myself if I didn’t admit it made me a little sad, but I had a reputation to uphold. Damien Cross never fucked the same girl twice.
Besides this fact, I didn’t want a r
elationship, plus Lydia and I had very little in common. I was a typical rock star who loved groupies and drinking. I lived on the road and loved every minute of it. Lydia worked in an office and other than tonight, I’d never seen her drink or party at all. Even if we wanted to try, we would never work out.
That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to make the most of tonight.
I eventually unwrapped myself from Lydia, hating to leave her warmth and closeness. I discarded my condom and helped her get her robe back on before I did the same with mine.
“Let’s eat,” I clapped my hands and rubbed them together.
“Everything is probably cold now since we were so distracted.” She giggled and glanced longingly at the food.
“Probably,” I agreed. “But I would say it was worth it. Wouldn’t you?”
She smiled and her face turned pink. “Yes, it was.”
I rolled the cart to the edge of the bed and we sat down to eat. We talked and laughed, sharing stories about some of the comical characters on tour with the band. It was nice to sit and just be with someone. I didn’t have to be ‘on’ like I did when I was out in public.
When we finished eating, I rolled the cart outside the door so the staff could come get it. She had taken off her robe and was climbing under the covers. “I’m exhausted.” She yawned and stretched, the sheet falling from her and revealing those tits I had already grown to love.
“Do you want me to leave so you can get some sleep?” I gave her my signature grin. “Because if I stay, I can guarantee you won’t get much sleep.”
“So cocky.” She laughed and shook her head. She glanced at the nightstand where there were still a couple of condoms left. “Well, didn’t you promise me you were going to use all of those tonight?”
“That’s right,” I laughed. “I can’t break my promise.” I threw my robe aside and joined her under the covers where the laughter soon turned to moans of passion.
