One Kiss With a Rock Star

by Amber Lin

  “Don’t leave. Wait.” Maddy leaned down, crushing her breasts to his chest and pressing her lips to his ear. “Krist, this is supposed to be about you—for you—but I want it too.”

  He turned his head, straining against the tie and the weight of her body, catching her mouth in a quick kiss. Heat flared between them, and he flicked his tongue against her lips, asking for more. She slipped away, denying him the wet warmth of her mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut. That’s how it always was with her, too much or not enough. He tilted his head back and blew out a tense breath. “As long as we all want the same thing.”

  Maddy’s low laugh raked over his body like the drag of nails. He missed those nails and the playful way they’d all been together in the other room. “We just want to feel good. Don’t we, Paige?”

  The bed dipped, and he knew without opening his eyes that Paige was joining them.

  The tension broke like a frost melt, the first slow cracks as Maddy shifted over him. Then a flood as she slid her hips back and forth, rubbing her silk-covered slit over his aching cock again and again. Paige’s knees pressed against his ribs, and the heat of her body above him warmed him too. Their muffled moans stoked a furnace to drive out the last of the chill. God, they were kissing. And still he didn’t open his eyes. This one kiss could be just for them. He’d take all the rest. He’d take whatever they gave him.

  “Untie me.” He gasped, rough and needy. “Please.”

  He kept his eyes closed as nimble fingers worked over the knot at his wrist.

  “Okay, but I’m still in charge.”

  He opened his eyes when Maddy spoke, studied her bent to the task. “Yes, princess.”

  She smiled and moved down the bed. “Since you’re so worried about kissing, I think you should give Paige some of your special kisses while I fuck you. We’ll pretend it’s her birthday.”

  God. This was better. This was so much better. Not exactly what he’d imagined, but so damn close it hardly felt real. Except Maddy was already rolling a condom onto his cock and Paige was straddling his chest. “Yes, princess.”

  *

  We just want to feel good.

  The words whispered through Maddy’s head like a mantra. Like a promise. One she fulfilled with every featherlight stroke of Krist’s cock through latex. He could barely feel it—he shouldn’t feel it—but he jerked anyway, thighs tensing, abdomen clenching, as if the thing between them was more than physical. But she knew that wasn’t true. It was purely physical. Purely sensation. Just want to feel good.

  Paige inched her knees up past Krist’s shoulders, hovering over him, waiting like the good little assistant. She looked back and met Maddy’s gaze, eyes sparking with mischief. Oh, she understood the game they were playing. Tease and denial and no strings attached.

  She understood it better than Maddy.

  “Give him a taste,” Maddy said, her voice hoarse.

  It was a good thing that Paige obeyed, sinking slowly. A good thing that Krist went right to work, arching up, reaching with his tongue until he’d tickled Paige’s sex. A good thing that nobody saw Maddy stand there, frozen, unable to direct them, unable to join them. Unable to do anything but watch.

  Paige moaned. “Oh, that’s good. So good.”

  Krist’s hands curled around Paige’s lithe thighs, holding her in place. But Paige wasn’t going anywhere; she rocked against Krist’s face, finding her rhythm. There was no hesitation between them. No halting push and pull the way there was when Maddy got in the middle. She was the one who didn’t fit, the broken gear. But that’s the thing about gears; they keep on turning.

  Maddy drifted her hand down Krist’s side—his flank—and reached the V that marked his hip bones. He shied away, like a skittish animal, skin rippling over muscle, before pushing back against her hand. In reward, she reached farther. Not to his cock. Lower. Deeper. She could hear the soft wet sounds of his mouth against Paige’s sex. Such tender flesh: his lips, hers. And the velvet of his balls.

  He made a sound like a groan. Muffled. Then sharper when she tightened her grip.

  “Please,” he said.

  Paige glanced back. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure, but they managed to focus on Maddy. “Do you want to trade places?”

  Wasn’t that the question.

  She stroked Krist’s cock through the condom. Once, twice. Three times until it flexed in her hand, wordlessly begging. Giving in would feel sweet, the weight and width of him, the fullness. Except that wouldn’t be enough.

  Instead she found the tube of lube from the table and held it up for them both to see. Paige slowed her rocking—though she didn’t stop, not completely. Krist’s eyes widened, a picture of shock when all she could see was the top of his face. The rest was buried in another woman’s body. Shouldn’t Maddy feel jealous? But she didn’t. All she felt was numb.

  “Do you know what I’m going to do with this?” she asked.

  Krist shook his head, and the motion of his face, side to side, made Paige moan.

  “More,” Paige said. “More, more.”

  “You’re close,” Maddy said, amusement a welcome companion. It made her feel more like herself. More in control. “You’ll just have to wait.”

  Paige shuddered and ground herself down on Krist, who mostly looked worried.

  “Nervous?” Maddy whispered, feeling wicked and playful. We just want to feel good, she’d said, and this was what she’d meant. Not hands and tongues and dicks. They were fun, but they weren’t enough. This was what she needed—to push Krist’s boundaries. And it was what he needed too.

  Slowly, Krist nodded.

  “Good.” She returned to the bed, where Krist couldn’t see her. She climbed on top of him, facing his feet, and centered herself over his cock. Without ceremony, she pushed herself down. She winced—it hurt, even wet and aroused, the position letting him in deep before she was ready.

  It was only fair, then, that he return the favor.

  She squirted a dollop of lube onto her fingers and reached down, down, past the lip of the condom and the skin of his balls, drawn tight. Into the shadows where she couldn’t quite see, even when she leaned forward on her hand to watch her progress.

  A quick slap on the inside of his thigh and then he moved his legs apart, grunting, groaning.

  “Wait,” he gasped. “Wait.”

  Then Paige was moving off him, and Maddy realized he must have physically moved her, must have pushed her off, just to see what was happening to him.

  Maddy watched him over her shoulder. Oh, he wanted to see. But her body blocked the view. He looked his fill anyway, eyes glued to her ass as she rubbed her fingers against the entrance of his.

  “Wait for what?” she taunted. “Wait for you to come? Wait for me to come?”

  “No,” he said, not sounding sure at all. It was sweet, really. Endearing. But it wouldn’t be allowed, oh no.

  “Or should Paige have a turn? I think she’s been a good helper, hasn’t she? Doesn’t she deserve a reward?”

  “Yes,” Krist said on a hiss, his body strung up tight as Maddy pressed the tip of her finger inside him.

  The ring of muscle clenched hard around her finger. It felt impossibly snug. She couldn’t even imagine how she’d fit two fingers inside. Couldn’t imagine how she’d fit her rubber dildo inside either, so they’d just have to work up to it. Musicians understood the value of practice. Of patience.

  Sparks ran over Maddy’s skin as she knelt over Krist’s body, owning him like this. His cock was inside her, but he wasn’t fucking her. Even the small clenching movements that pressed his dick inside her felt more like a loving caress. She was fucking him.

  It must have only been a millimeter—but it may as well have been a mile the way he gasped and choked out her name. “Maddy.”

  “Princess,” she corrected.

  “Princess, please.”

  Oh, she liked that. So she did it again, pushing in farther. Princess, please.

  “I’ll t
ell you what,” she said in her reasonable tone. Her oh-so-reasonable tone. “I’ll only go as far and as deep and as hard as you want me to. Just tell me when.”

  His eyes were wild. “I…”

  “All you have to do is make Paige come. You’re ready, aren’t you, Paige?”

  Paige was flushed pink with arousal, her slender form sprawled on the bed beside them. She grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

  She’d barely gotten the words out when Krist dragged her back over him, using his fingers and tongue in a frantic, needy mash.

  Maddy felt a half smile curve her lips. She pushed her finger in farther, careful to ration out the space. She didn’t want it to end too quickly. By the time they were done, he’d be sweating and panting. By the time they were done, he’d be desperate to come.

  Yeah, now she was feeling good.

  *

  His world reduced down to the pressure of Paige’s soft thighs against his cheeks, the rasp of his tongue against her clit, her hoarse cries of pleasure. He sucked at the slick flesh of her core as if his life depended on it. Because it did. His whole life was his cock buried in Maddy’s hot cunt; Maddy’s lubed finger teasing at the ridged flesh of his asshole. Both sinking infinitesimally deeper with Paige’s every buck and moan.

  Give and take. Cause and effect.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. He rolled his tongue over and over. Flicked and swooped. Plunged deep and curled back. Paige flooded his mouth, coated him with her arousal. He grunted, his throat working to swallow his saliva and her sharp, salty juices. He would give everything, take anything, just to keep the pleasure building, the sweet ache making his balls heavy, the sparks shooting up his spine with every shift of Maddy’s finger.

  Paige dug into his hair. Tugging and crying, grinding against his face. He gripped her hips and pulled her down even harder, pinning her in place as she tumbled into a wordless, suffocating orgasm.

  “That’s good, baby,” Maddy crooned, pushing deeper still, and he didn’t know who she was praising anymore. Didn’t care. All he wanted was for her to go all the way, up to the knuckle and back out again. Wanted a second finger and maybe a third. Wanted pumping and fucking and claiming.

  Paige slid off his shoulders, curled beside him, boneless and spent, and he sucked in a lungful of oxygen. His skin prickled. His whole body was strung up tight like an overtuned guitar. One flick and he’d snap. Seeing Maddy again was almost enough to do it. The curve of her back, the cleft of her ass. She lifted up, exposing the base of his cock before she dropped back down. God, that was hot. Watching himself disappear inside her. Watching her take him. “Fuck. Me.”

  He wouldn’t beg. He wouldn’t call her princess. Not now. The time for games was over. She’d stripped him down to nothing more than his basest needs.

  She looked at him over her shoulder, eyes flashing heat and power, and licked her lips before working just the tip of a second finger inside him. “Come for me.”

  Her command coursed through him, arching his back. He’d come for her, harder than he’d ever come since maybe the first time he’d done it. Then, it had felt like the top of his head might fly off. Like his soul might explode from the tip of his dick. That first orgasm could’ve launched a rocket. This one might send them all straight to the moon.

  Maddy curved her fingers, pumping in time with a rhythm he couldn’t hear, only feel. He pushed himself up on one arm and reached around with the other to slip a hand over her belly. She’d told him to come, but he wanted to take her with him. He found her clit and rubbed it. She gasped, digging her nails into the top of his leg and slamming her finger even deeper. “Don’t. Stop.”

  He couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t. Not for anything. He strummed her with his thumb until she quaked over him, thighs trembling, inner muscles rippling and clenching his cock. That velvet grip tipped him over the edge. Blasted him into the stratosphere.

  He floated back down in a euphoria of skin and liquid and sex.

  *

  Only when Maddy felt his cock jerk inside her, when his body stiffened and a hoarse cry left him, when his fingers faltered, did she reach down and take over. Her clit was a hard nub, almost painful to touch. She took herself as roughly as she’d taken Krist, fast and almost cruel as she brought herself to the brink—and with a pinch, pushed herself over.

  Pleasure speared through her, white-hot and sharp. Her muscles clamped down around Krist, and she heard him groan behind her.

  “Yes,” he muttered. “Fuck yes.”

  It felt like a command, but she didn’t mind. Obeying him felt like obeying herself when they were joined like this, united in a single goal, intent on mutual destruction. She rode him through the long, aching pulses, letting him feel every ounce of her orgasm, every pull of her cunt.

  Then there was only soft, damp skin and lingering shudders. There was only cooling latex that needed to be taken care of. She might never get to take him with her strap-on, but this was good, maybe better.

  She’d fucked him with her fingers. There’d been nothing between them at all for those intense minutes.

  She slipped off his body and collapsed between them, her arm flung over Paige, her legs still tangled with Krist. He looked half-catatonic after that climax.

  Paige recovered first. She pressed her cheek to Maddy’s arm and stroked Krist’s hip, coaxing them back to the present, drawing them back from the abyss. “God,” she said. “That was…amazing. Incredible.”

  Maddy turned her head slightly, years of self-preservation kicking in. “You can’t tell—”

  She got a nudge in reprimand.

  “I know that,” Paige said. “But really, I don’t need to. Just thinking about it, I’m almost jealous of myself.”

  Maddy couldn’t help but giggle—a lazy bubbling sound she wasn’t sure she’d ever made. At least, not without an end goal. “Is that why you became my assistant? So you could have a threesome with horny celebs?”

  “It’s a perk, that’s for sure.” Paige propped herself on her elbows, hair falling over her shoulders. “Even if it’s only this once.”

  Maddy opened her mouth to say that they’d definitely want a repeat performance. But then she stopped, because she didn’t know. Her little fake engagement would be ending soon. And the idea of being with someone else, of Maddy with Paige and some faceless male body, made her feel hollow inside. Sweat and sex cooled on her skin, leaving her chilly on the hotel bed.

  Was this why people liked to cuddle after sex? She’d never understood the need. Always been eager to get the fuck away from whomever it was and whatever they wanted from her next. But now she wouldn’t have minded a hug and sweet nothings in her ear.

  A snore drew her attention to Krist. His lips were parted, eyes shut.

  Despite herself, amusement wrinkled her nose. “Oh dear,” she said. “We’ve worn him out.”

  Paige laughed. “I’ll leave and let you guys rest.”

  “No.” Maddy frowned. “You don’t have to go.”

  Paige considered her with a strange expression. Then she leaned forward and gave Maddy a kiss on her cheek. “It’s okay. I want to go. This was fun, but it’s over.”

  Over. “Right.”

  “A magical one-time deal.”

  “If that’s what you want.”

  “Now it’s time for me to go back. You know, to the attic, where the servants sleep.” She smirked as she said the last.

  Maddy rolled her eyes. Paige had another bedroom in the suite, almost as big as this one. It was another one of those perks, like free lattes and threesomes. “Get out of here, servant girl.”

  “Oh, and remember, you two can sleep in tomorrow. But tomorrow night is that big party, that new exclusive club opening. Ward said everyone who’s in the city will be there.”

  “Ward says a lot of things.” Like telling her to stick with the most invasive contract ever signed because the payout was so good. Well, Maddy had money. She had more money than she’d been able to imagine as a desperate thirteen-year-old.
What she wanted, what she needed was room to breathe.

  Paige shrugged. “I’m just the messenger. She said these past few days were the warm-up. If you can convince this crowd of jaded A-listers, you’re golden.”

  Maddy sat very still on the bed as the words sank in and the door shut. So it would be a test. Well, they’d pass with flying colors. Weren’t they already acting like a real couple? Except for the undercurrent of dislike he had for her…but he hadn’t disliked her tonight. And he’d actually been charming at the gallery, in that unpolished-rocker way that got her so hot.

  No, they’d be fine.

  She went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water. It wasn’t a surprise that he woke up while she removed the condom and cleaned him. She smiled when he blinked up at her, heavy-lidded and so trusting her throat constricted.

  “Where’s Paige?”

  “I sent her to bed. Overtime and all that. There are labor laws.”

  He snorted softly, a drowsy-drunk smile on his face. “Can’t break those.”

  She dried him with the dry cloth and pulled the sheet over him. She half expected him to be asleep again by the time she tossed the towels into the bathroom and climbed in beside him.

  But he circled his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. She settled her face against his chest, burrowing in like she could get underground, like he could keep her nestled inside him.

  “Do you always do that?” he asked, his voice heavy with sleep.

  “Do what?”

  “Take care of everyone else.”

  Her heart started beating overtime, thudding against her chest, her wrist, her neck—all her pulse points suddenly pounding. “What are you talking about?”

  “You came last.”

  “That doesn’t mean anything.”

  He stroked her hair, soothing her and disagreeing with her in one sweet motion.

  She should have left it at that. With anyone else, any other time, she would have. But the evening had built a kind of cocoon around them, and she found herself telling him the truth. “My mother was a voice actress. Commercials, that kind of thing. Gigs were few and far between. It didn’t help that her voice got so rough after the smoking. And the drinking.”