Bad For Me (My Forbidden Rockstar)

by Bowman, Dara

  “Thanks, Mom,” I say squeezing her arm. I think that was a compliment.

  The mood is lighter from then on and we spend a relaxing day getting manicures and pedicures at my mom’s favorite spa, and then head back to my mom and Sheldon’s swanky penthouse to relax. Sheldon still isn’t home, and my mom and I stretch out in her ridiculously comfortable family room and munch on fresh salads and tea sandwiches from a nearby delicatessen. All too soon, it’s five o’clock and I need to get back downtown for the concert.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to sleep here tonight?” my mom asks as she walks me to the elevator inside their apartment.

  “Thanks Mom, but I think it’s going to be a really late night and I don’t want to inconvenience you. But I’ll be back over around lunch time tomorrow so we can spend the afternoon together again.”

  And I’m spending the night with Dom, by the way.

  My mom hugs me. “It was so good seeing you, Annie,” she says, her voice is cracking and I feel a wave of guilt when I think of how much time has passed since our last visit.

  I say goodbye and hurry down to the waiting car that Dom has sent me.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Annie

  There’s a flurry of activity at the arena, and the excitement is palpable; New York City seems to affect everyone. The concert is the best it’s ever been, and I’m high on adrenaline by the time we bow and walk off stage.

  I know that Dom has a big meet and greet after the show, so I hurry back to the bus to shower and change my clothes. I can hardly breathe in the shower, I’m so anxious for my overnight with Dom. I meticulously shave every necessary inch of my body, and once out of the shower, I carefully blow-dry my hair into soft waves.

  I dress in my favorite pair of tight black jeans, and choose a silk red shirt that has a long zipper up the back. I grab a duffel bag, but then remember what Dom said about not needing any clothes. I grin to myself and stuff the duffel bag back in the corner of the room. Instead, I toss an extra pair of underwear in my purse, as well as my toothbrush, deodorant and makeup bag. I have to see my mom the following day, so I grab a lightweight cotton sundress that won’t wrinkle and ball it up and shove it into my bag too.

  There. How is that for packing light?

  My phone goes off a minute later.

  Ready, baby? The car is here and I’m making my way out of the building now.

  I smile.

  On my way.

  His next text is almost immediate and makes me grin like a fool.

  I seriously can’t fucking wait.

  I walk out into the cool night air and see Dom emerge from the backstage entrance. There’s also a sleek black car parked a few yards away. I hurry towards Dom and the car, and he grabs me and pulls me into his chest.

  “Annie,” he murmurs, burying his face into my freshly washed hair. He pulls back to look at me. “You look good enough to eat.”

  The comment sends a shiver through me, and I give him my most seductive look. Dom all but throws me into the car, and then we speed off away from Madison Square.

  “Where are we going?” I ask a bit breathlessly. The mere thought of finally making love to Dom has me nearly incapable of speech.

  “You’ll see.”

  It’s a short ride, and we pull up outside of a tall, sleek hotel that looks like it's made entirely of glass.

  “Oh my,” I breathe, looking up.

  “The Standard, High Line,” Dom says proudly.

  “It’s- it’s all glass.” I’m still in awe, looking at the unusual hotel.

  “Every room has a view.”

  He leads me inside, and we’re obviously expected. We’re whisked away without even having to check-in and Dom looks over and winks at me. I shake my head. It really does pay to be Dom Dresden.

  As the elevator carries us upward, Dom looks over and notices my lack of luggage.

  “Did you leave your stuff in the car?” he asks confused.

  I look up at him through my eyelashes, and pat my leather purse. “Everything I need is in here.”

  Dom’s eyes widen.

  “You told me what not to pack.”

  “Yes. Yes, I did,” he manages to say.

  We reach our floor, and the doorman quietly leads the way. When we reach our room, he produces a flat room key from his pocket and opens the door for us.

  “Your room, Mr. Dresden. Please let us know if you’ll be needing anything else.”

  “Yes, thank you,” Dom says, he slips the man a twenty and motions for me to enter.

  I step into the room and gasp.

  All I can see is the breathtaking skyline of Manhattan. It’s everywhere, lit up and twinkling before me, as far as I can see.

  “Dom...this is incredible!”

  “Do you like it?”

  I slowly step towards the floor to ceiling windows that make up the entire room besides the back wall.

  “It’s breathtaking. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

  “I thought you’d like it.”

  I can tell he’s happy with himself.

  He steps behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I drop my purse, and run my hands along his strong forearms. Everything suddenly feels incredibly intimate. Every curtain in the room is pulled back so the city of Manhattan lies completely before us. There are no lights on in the room, and it’s only dimly lit by the bright lights of the city.

  I’ve barely taken in the room itself, but there’s a massive bed facing the windows, as well as a flat screen TV on a small stand on the floor, and a long couch and table on the opposite side of the room. The décor is minimal and modern, and it’s clear that the view is what takes center focus.

  “I can’t believe you didn’t pack anything,” Dom murmurs as he nuzzles my neck.

  “I packed a toothbrush.”

  “Christ, Annie,” he groans, “You drive me insane.”

  He takes my wrists, and spins me around to face him. “You have no idea of how badly I’ve wanted this night to happen.”

  “Tell me,” I breathe.

  He licks his lips, still holding my wrists, and backs me up until my body is flush against the cool glass. He lifts my wrists over my head and pins them above me.

  God, he is so hot.

  “I’m not going to tell you. I’m going to show you.”

  He holds my hands tight as he trails his warm tongue along my neck, before nibbling on my ear and then back down to my collarbone. He kisses along the line of my cleavage, until I’m writhing against his grip, desperate to kiss him.

  He gives me what I want, crushing his lips to mine, and I groan in response, kissing him back even harder. He thrusts his tongue into my ready mouth, and our tongues tangle with our need. He’s still holding me tightly, he grinds his body against mine, and I can feel the hard manhood between his legs.

  I wiggle slightly, and spread my legs so that his erection presses against my clit as he moves against me. Dom catches on, and begins rocking his hips even harder into me.

  I moan loudly, and I bite his lip, driving him wild. With no warning, he pulls me from the window and nearly drags me to the bed. He spins me around so that he’s standing behind me, and he pushes my hair off to one shoulder. I can feel his breath hot on the back of my neck, and I rock on my heels from anticipation.

  Ever so slowly, he drags down the zipper on the back of my shirt and I moan quietly from the erotic sound of the metal teeth giving way. My shirt falls off and flutters softly to the floor, and in one quick second, Dom has popped my bra undone, and it too falls to the floor.

  He turns me back around, pushes me onto the bed, and climbs on top of me. I lean on the bed with my arms behind me, and I arch my back as I see Dom lean in towards my breasts. I push my chest into Dom's face, and he takes in as much of my breast as he can fit. He's definitely a boob man.

  He sucks hungrily at my nipple, I feel his tongue flick against my hardening peak, and he tugs gently with his teeth sending a sharp pleasuref
ul pain through my body. With each lick and suck I can feel my sex getting wetter and wetter.

  Dom seems to sense my growing need and he reaches down to my jeans and begins rubbing me through the material. His mouth is still working between my breasts, but now is hands are rubbing and pulling at me, and I hear my voice begging, crying for him.

  “Oh, Annie, you don’t know how much I love to hear you say my name.”

  “Dom!” I gasp loudly. “Dom!”

  I’ve always been vocal in bed, but something about Dom makes me out of my mind.

  I fall flat against the bed and raise my hips up as Dom unzips my jeans, pulls my heels off, and tugs my jeans down my legs. He throws them on the floor and then pauses to look at me. I’m naked besides a skimpy red thong, which I can feel is thoroughly soaked from my own arousal.

  Dom lies across my body to kiss me, and I claw at his shirt, trying to undress him. He gets the point, and quickly yanks it over his head so I can run my hands over his chiseled muscles and hard chest. But it’s not enough, and I start squeezing at his ass, pulling him harder against me, until he gets the message.

  “Damn, baby,” he laughs, and I reach up to help undo his belt and pants. He kicks his own pants off and I’m not surprised to see that he’s not wearing any underwear. His glorious cock is thick and hard, pointing directly upwards.

  I take him in my hands and sigh. It feels so good to have his warm member in my hands, and I start to stroke him in long, firm movements.

  Before I get my fill, he pulls himself out of my hands, and slides down the bed between my legs. I want to cry out with joy as he grips my panties in his hand, and tears them into two ruined shreds. I moan loudly, grasp at the sheets and close my eyes, I'm ready for whatever this man wants to do to me.

  Dom spreads my legs, and I look down at his smoldering eyes with the backdrop of the city behind him. This is by far the most unbelievable night of my life. Dom locks his eyes with mine, and then pushes his mouth against my throbbing sex.

  “Argh!” I cry out, arching my back and writhing from the first assault of his warm, wet tongue.

  “Do you like it?” he whispers against my sensitive skin.

  “Yes! Yes!” My voice is so high and needy that I don’t even recognize it.

  That’s all he needs to hear, and he’s back to licking and sucking me into a frenzy. His tongue flicks against my clit, as his fingers push inside me. I’m so ready for Dom that I can hardly contain myself.

  “I’m going to make you so wet for me,” he promises.

  “I already am!” I pant.

  My thighs tremble, and with each long lick of Dom’s tongue, I feel like I’m going to explode. Dom can tell I’m on the brink, and he shoves his entire tongue deep within my crevice, and I shatter. I scream out his name, as I rock on the bed, gripping at the sheets and bucking my hips into Dom’s eager mouth.

  When the orgasm has finished ripping through me, I fall back on the bed, completely motionless besides the rapid rise and fall of my chest.

  Dom wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand and then comes to lie next to me.

  “I hope you’re not tired,” he says softly, “because I’m nowhere near through with you.”

  I shake my head to show him that I’m still ready, and he smiles a wicked grin before sliding off the bed to rifle for something in his pants. He kneels between my legs and I see a silver foil in his hand. Using his teeth, he tears it open and then skillfully slides it down his impressive length.

  Dom lies across the length of my body and grips himself by the base. He slides along my wet folds and moans.

  “Christ, Annie, you’re so fucking wet.”

  I bite my lip and brace myself.

  Dom guides himself into me, slowly at first, and I feel my compliant body, stretch and widen for him as he rubs against my tender walls. I feel myself wrap snugly around him. I close my eyes and indulge in the feeling of him entering me. I cry out from the indescribable fullness. I don’t know if I’ve ever experienced a lover so thick before; the feeling is unbelievable.

  When Dom is completely inside me, he pauses, letting me feel the full girth of him.

  “Does it feel good, Annie?”

  “Oh god, it’s amazing,” I gasp, circling my hips in my need.

  He pulls out slowly and then plunges back into me, causing me to dig my nails hard into his back.

  “Yes! Fuck! Harder!” he groans, tossing his head back.

  I obey, and with his next thrust, I dig my nails hard into his skin, crying out his name at the same time.

  Dom starts off slowly, and I whine wantonly, circling my hips, and pulling at his ass to try and control the rhythm. But Dom can only hold back for so long, and soon he’s thrusting into me fast and hard.

  I lean up to bite into his shoulder, and he lets out a small gasp of pleasure. The next time he enters me, I clench my muscles tightly, willing him to stay.

  “Fuck!” he screams, freezing, “That’s fucking incredible.”

  I give him a sly grin, and tug at him again when he pushes into me.

  “Oh, Annie, I can’t control myself for much longer,” he croaks.

  “It’s okay, Dom, let go.”

  Dom moans, and then he begins to drive into me with feverish speed. It's gone from slow and sensual, to downright animalistic, and I am loving it. I love the way he's pounding into me, the way our skin is slapping, and how each hard thrust makes me cry out involuntarily. I feel completely out of control and I love it.

  “Oh Annie!” he gasps, and then he collapses on top of me.

  I can feel his cock jerking and twitching inside me as he empties himself. He thrusts his hips gently, pulsing softly inside me as he comes. When he's finally spent, I hold him against me, and run my fingers through his hair.

  “Annie, you’re amazing,” he whispers, “I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

  “I was going to say the same thing,” I say truthfully. We lay together, breathing heavily, until Dom finally rolls off me.

  “I’m not finished with you yet. I’m sorry I didn’t let you come before me.”

  “It’s no big deal. You made me earlier..”

  “No, baby. I want you to come again. You deserve more.”

  I want to argue, but I don’t. I let Dom slide down between my legs again, and within minutes I am crying out his name again, writhing on top of the silk sheets, surrounded by the New York skyline.

  * * *

  “Good morning sleepy head.”

  “Mhhm,” I groan, rolling over. I have no idea what time it is, but I know that Dom and I had still been awake when the sun began to rise.

  “I ordered us some breakfast.”

  I crack my eyes open and see Dom freshly showered, and completely naked, perched on the edge of the bed with a slice of toast.

  Yes, I need food. I need some type of sustenance after my night with Dom. I push myself up, and rub at my eyes. My body aches but in a good way. It's the kind of soreness that only comes after a long night of lovemaking. And every night I had ever spent with another man paled in comparison to the night I had just shared with Dom.

  “You’re beautiful,” Dom says, his eyes roving over my body.

  Right, I’m completely naked.

  I reach for a piece of toast, and Dom hands me a cup of coffee.

  “What time is it?” I ask, with a mouthful of food.

  “Eleven.”

  “Crap. I need to meet my mom in an hour.”

  I look over at Dom, and a smile plays on my lips.

  “What time did we go to bed?”

  Dom laughs deep in his throat. “Seven. I think.”

  I shake my head in amazement.

  We cuddle on the bed, eating our breakfast together, and all too soon, I have to get in the shower.

  “Don’t come in!” I warn, as Dom tries to follow me. “I’ll never get out of this hotel room if you come in here.”

  Dom puts up a fight, but agrees to let me get
ready.

  Forty minutes pass before I know it. Dom places me in a taxi, and kisses me softly.

  “Thank you for last night,” he says.

  “Thank you.”

  “You better save up your energy because I’ve booked us another room for tonight,” he says, giving me a sneaky grin and shutting the door.

  I stare at him, I can hardly believe what has happened during the past few days, but I smile and close my eyes contentedly as the cab pulls out into the busy traffic and speeds uptown.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Dom

  My time in New York with Annie was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Even better than anything I had ever shared with Emily. This is the first time I've truly felt a mutual connection with another human being. And while it scares the absolute shit out of me, I also love this new feeling. I can’t wait until we are free to spend more time together, and I find myself missing her whenever we are apart.

  I didn’t want to make Annie feel uncomfortable by bringing her on the bus at night, and after New York I booked us hotel rooms in Boston, Syracuse and Philadelphia. But finally Annie told me it was silly to book rooms in every city, and as long as the guys didn’t mind, she had no problem shacking up with me on the bus. Of course, every now and then we did get a hotel room just so we could be as loud and raucous as we wanted.

  We had been on tour for four weeks, and while Annie didn’t sleep on the bus every night, especially not during the nights when the buses were traveling, she still came over more often than not.

  Having sex with Annie while trying to keep her quiet was quickly becoming the hottest thing I had ever done with another woman.

  Right now I'm on the bus, with just the guys, on our way to do a four-day stint in Florida as we hit some of the major cities. As I watch the highway pass by, I find myself wishing I were with Annie. Christ, I'm turning into such a sap.

  Johnny is sleeping in one of the bunks, and Avery and Jenner are playing Call of Duty on the Xbox.

  “What’s wrong Lover Boy?” Avery teases, looking over at me. “Miss your woman?”

  “Fuck off.” I chuck a pillow at him.