Big Rock: Quick and Dirty 2

by Alexandria Hunt

  “I would have told her she had the wrong guy,” he chuckled. “I couldn’t think of anyone else once I saw you.”

  “Very flattering but I know you’re not being completely honest,” I laughed, “but keep going, thank you very much.”

  He went completely still and I looked up at him, startled. I widened my eyes when I saw the intensity of his gaze. “I’m being completely honest, Samantha,” he said in a deep, serious tone, “the moment I saw you, there was nobody else for me.”

  “You’re a crazy one,” I smiled and threw my head back, exposing my throat for him to trail kisses up and down. “I like it though,” I said, my voice husky and almost unrecognizable.

  “Crazy for you.”

  “Cheesy too, I love that.”

  “You’ll love me soon enough.”

  “Now you’re seriously talking crazy!”

  He locked his teeth on my neck and nipped, I squealed in surprise but once a shock of pleasure rolled through me, I moaned in ecstasy.

  His hand still cupped my pussy, touching me and sending jolts of electric sensation rolling with the pleasure.

  It was already almost too much and I hadn’t even gotten him inside of me. My eyes rolled in my head as he persisted with his fingers, probing and slipping along my dripping wet slit, seeking the spot that would send me plunging over the edge into orgasm.

  He backed me slowly to the bed, and just as the mattress touched the back of my legs, he found it. He found the perfect combination that had my legs turn to jelly and my head explode with blissful release.

  He lowered me to the bed and climbed over me, his mouth and hand never leaving my body. He played me like an instrument, and I felt as if he’d been created just to bring my body that much joy.

  I’d never connected with somebody so quickly and so intensely in my life, and I almost couldn’t handle it.

  Almost.

  He kept at me though, pushing me through the release until I was making harsh, guttural sounds that didn’t even sound like me and my hair clung to my damp forehead.

  Finally I came down from my peak, relaxed and laughed, shaking my head.

  “You’re laughing,” he said quizzically as he released the flesh on my neck from his teeth.

  “I feel so good, I can’t keep it in,” I said, exhaling loudly and laughing again. “That was amazing.”

  “Oh, the night has just begun,” he promised, and I could hear the certainty in the deep rumble of his voice echoing in his chest. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember how to laugh. You won’t remember your name. The only word you’ll know is Marco because you’ll be screaming it out every time I plunge into your hot cunt.”

  “Prove it,” I replied breathily and dared him.

  “As you wish,” he chuckled and lifted his wet hand from my pussy and traced his fingers along my lips. I sucked and moaned, tasting myself, and already felt the next orgasm building up in the depths of his gorgeous eyes.

  3

  As if we’d been lovers for years, Marco knew exactly where to touch me, how to touch me and how to make me feel like I never had before.

  I felt as if this was what I’d been looking for all those times I’d taken men home, and I felt a stab of sorrow that this incredible moment wouldn’t last.

  It was just a one night stand, a one time deal where I’d never see him again. Normally the thrill of such an illicit night would keep me going, but with Marco I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to end.

  In fact, there was a little tug in my stomach at the thought of him leaving and me never seeing him again.

  I brushed it off and allowed myself to sink right back into the moment, the feel of his fingers skating across my stomach, the taste of his mouth on mine, the heady scent of his masculine musk overpowering me, the sound of his quiet but deep growls as he moved along my body with his.

  “I need you,” I moaned and thrust my hips up towards him. “I need you inside of me.”

  “How bad do you need it, babe?” he whispered and his fingers trailed back down to my cleft, teasing my clit.

  “I need it or I’m going to die.”

  “Need what?”

  His fingers slipped inside of me and teased my inner wall, my g spot.

  “I need you.”

  “I know that, what do you need me to do? Say it, beg me, dirty girl.”

  “I need…”

  His fingers danced inside, prodding and sending jolts of sensation along nerves I’d never known were there. He was finding secret places nobody had been.

  I gasped and thrust up onto his fingers, hard, bucking my hips, desperate for his cock.

  “I need this,” I exhaled harshly and gripped his throbbing shaft. “I need it so bad, I need you to fuck me, fuck me hard, Marco. Please…”

  He shifted his body, withdrew from my pussy, and propped himself above me, looking down with eyes like fire.

  “I know exactly what you need,” he said, locking his gaze on mine. He parted my lips with the hot head of his cock and slid up, then down again, using my own juices for lubrication. “You,” he said, and pushed just the head inside of me, sending fiery throbbing jolts along my body. “Need,” he added and slid further in until I groaned and sobbed for release, for all of him. I dug my fingers into his hips and clung to his powerful body. “This,” he said at last and slammed into me.

  I screamed with absolute pure bliss. My body was so tightly wound with desire that when he finally filled me up, I couldn’t contain myself.

  “Yes,” I cried out and felt my voice bubbling up out of my chest unchecked. “Yes, fuck me, Marco, fuck me!”

  I didn’t know where it was coming from, for all my experience with men, there was always a part of me that was in control. There was always some tiny bit of Samantha that held back, that needed to be in charge.

  Marco stripped that all away from me. As he’d discovered my secret places inside my body, he’d discovered secret places inside my mind.

  I couldn’t hold back from him, I was his, completely and entirely, even if it was just for one night.

  “Come for me,” he said in a deep, commanding voice. I could feel him touching everywhere all at once, filling and stretching my pussy to take all of him, all of his massive cock. It was almost too much to bear and I obeyed him immediately.

  He dropped on top of me and cradled my head in his massive hand. I moved my own hands to his back and felt the ripple of muscles under his flesh as he slowed his rhythm and connected on yet another level.

  It was if each and every inch of him withdrew and advanced, on excruciating second at a time.

  I felt myself at the edge again, as if I were being thrust up onto the shore, the waves knocking me against the sand, and pulling me back with it when they withdrew. His rhythm became the rhythm of my body, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

  “I’m coming for you,” I said and flicked my eyelids up so I could watch his gorgeous face as I came. “I want to come for you.”

  “Good girl,” he said, “come on my cock. Squeeze me with your hot cunt, milk me dry.”

  And I did, I crashed onto shore and exploded at last, my essence scattering like water droplets against the sand, all I knew was Marco and how he made me feel.

  My coming pushed him to the same edge and he groaned loudly, a gruff animalistic sound of something wild, older than us.

  He pushed up and arched his back. I clenched my long legs around his hips and hung off him as his cock hit its depth inside of me, unable to go any farther. Time stopped as we stayed motionless for what seemed like forever and no time at all. He remained buried deep inside of me, his thick arms holding us both up as I sobbed my orgasm against his chest.

  His face was pure pleasure as I felt his hot seed release into me at last, pulse after pulse of him filling me up and marking me as his.

  And his alone.

  Even if it was just for one night.

  I don’t know how many times we fucked that night.

&nbs
p; Or dare I say it, made love? It felt like love, or if not love, something akin to it. Love’s next door neighbor perhaps.

  But my god, it felt like love.

  We woke late, the sun streaming into my room through the slats in my blinds, making it feel as if we were underwater.

  “Hey beautiful,” he smiled as I kissed his stubbled cheek.

  “Hey handsome,” I replied and kissed him again.

  He suddenly reached up and grabbed me, pulled me onto him and brought me in for a morning make out session.

  I felt him hard and ready and slipped myself onto him before he even opened his eyes.

  “Mmmmm,” he said in a sleepy voice, “I could get used to waking up like this.”

  I squeezed my pussy around his thickness and laughed. “Me too.”

  He rolled over to his side and I drew my leg up over him. He stayed buried deep in my pussy as we lazily moved against each other and eventually came like that, once again together, as always.

  We really were in synch. He wasn’t even gone and I was already almost missing him. He would be a difficult one to get over, but rules were rules and I didn’t want to get fucked up by some guy.

  Again.

  He’d been right, somebody had hurt me, and once my ex had stomped my heart years ago, I’d been ruthless with love and sex.

  And everything had been fine until Marco.

  But once he left, I knew everything would be fine again. I was probably close to my period or something, I was moody and hormonal, that was the only explanation for my bizarre thinking.

  “Okay, now that you woke me up in the best way possible, I need to eat something,” he said and rolled over again so I could lay my head in the curl of his arm.

  He stroked my hair and traced a line along my body, from my shoulder to my hip, as if studying my contours to remember later.

  As I studied him, trying to burn this moment onto my retinas so I could remember it always.

  “I’ve got something for you,” I said suggestively and wiggled my eyebrows at him.

  “If I could eat your pussy for nourishment alone, I can promise you it would be my only meal to the end of my days,” he smiled and kissed me. “Sadly I need something to replenish me or I’ll be wasted away to nothing with this succubus that dragged me back to her place.”

  “Hey, you’re the one who followed, there was no dragging involved,” I laughed. “And there’s a really great diner just a couple blocks away. They have all day breakfast on Sundays so it doesn’t matter what time it is.”

  “Shit, speaking of which…what time is it?”

  I rolled over, grabbed my phone and checked. “Oh wow, it’s ten past one.”

  “Oh damn,” he said and sat up on the edge of the bed. “We can have breakfast if we make it quick, I’ve got band rehearsal at three across town.”

  Internally I pouted and threw a mini tantrum, but I had been the one with the rule so I had no place to get upset about it now.

  “Sure, sounds good. Do you want to shower first or just go eat?”

  “Shower of course,” he winked, “we’ve gotta wash the stink off.”

  “Good point. The bathroom is down there,” I said and gestured to my door.

  “Nice try, but I’m not showering alone,” he said, walked to my side of the bed and helped me up. “I’ve got to get one last look at this delicious body before I go.”

  Once again I felt a strange emotion surge up inside of me…longing. Like I was already missing him and wanted to beg him not to go. I mentally shook it off and flashed him a smile as we made our way down the hall to the shower.

  Once we were freshened up, we had about half an hour to eat before Marco had to leave.

  We didn’t even make it to the restaurant, I made him toast and coffee in our little kitchen and kissed him until it was time for him to leave.

  “So this is it,” he said as we stood in front of the door. I was grateful Mel wasn’t around to see me getting so upset.

  “The rule,” I replied and pressed my head against his chest, relishing the feel of his arms around me.

  “Yes, the rule,” he said with a sharp intake of breath. “I guess it’s a good thing I’m going on tour then.”

  “Tour?” I asked and jerked my face up to look at him.

  “In Europe, with the band,” he replied and tried to smile but failed. “Just for a few months.”

  “Oh,” I replied and my mouth went dry as anything I was about to say got caught in my throat.

  I would be fine, I would be okay, I just needed to figure out what it was about Marco that made me feel this shaky and unsettled.

  “Can I break your rule?” he asked and swayed gently with me still in his arms. His smile was charming and his eyes sparkled with interest. He was breaking through my fences one strand of wire at a time, and he knew it.

  “How do you want to break it?” I asked.

  “I want more than this,” he said, “Sam, I really like you and I know you like me too. Let’s not limit ourselves, let’s see where this goes.”

  I drew in a deep breath and a million things raced through my mind. I wanted to say yes, to plunge deep into the craziness that was this feeling, but that stubborn hurt part of me still held back.

  “I’ll tell you what,” I replied and narrowed my eyes. “I’ll give you my number, if you can wow me with a second night before you leave, I’ll consider breaking the rule all together.”

  “Challenge accepted,” he replied and cupped my face in his hands, kissed me, and all my reluctance flew out the window yet again.

  I gave him my number, he promised to text after rehearsal, and when I closed the door behind him I had to lean against it with a thousand butterflies fluttering in my stomach like I was sixteen again.

  I didn’t think we’d go anywhere with all of this, but one more night with him wouldn’t kill me.

  4

  True to his word, Marco texted the moment he was finished with his rehearsal. I’d been waiting around like a lovesick school girl, my palms sweaty and my throat dry, until the moment I heard the tell-tale beep of a text.

  “Hey babe, coming right back,” he wrote.

  “I’ll be waiting,” I wrote back.

  I smiled at the ridiculousness of my situation, my rule was being broken and my heart couldn’t be happier.

  “What are you smiling at, you goofball?” Mel asked as she sauntered into the living room and flopped into our overstuffed chair.

  “Marco’s coming back over,” I replied.

  “So if I want any sleep I’d better wear headphones?” she laughed.

  “Pretty much, I’m sorry.”

  “Wait, this is night number two?”

  “Yeah, but he’s only been gone a few hours so I might be able to count it as the first night still, right?”

  “Not on your life. This one night stand is turning into a two night stand. Was he that good?”

  I couldn’t help myself, my grin spread into a wide smile and I said, “Even better.”

  “God I bet Hunter would be hot in bed,” she replied dreamily. “Ugh, if I can even look at him tomorrow that is. How will I ever have a chance with him if I embarrass myself like that?”

  “He’s totally into you though, it’s obvious,” I said, realizing Mel needed a little girl time and I had a few moments until Marco got to the apartment.

  “You mean because he went down on me in the men’s bathroom?” Mel groaned and rubbed her hand on her forehead. “I can’t even believe I did that. What the hell is wrong with me? When this guy is around I can’t seem to control myself.”

  “You’re in looooooove,” I teased and she blew a raspberry in my direction.

  “Lust maybe,” she admitted and groaned again like she was in pain as she lamented how horrible it had been, getting sick at his penthouse.

  I comforted her the best I could with one eye on my phone, watching the time.

  We heard a light knock at the door and I practically knocked the
couch over as I leapt to my feet to answer.

  “Holy Hannah, you’re horny,” Mel laughed as I darted past her.

  I swept the door open and would have jumped straight into Marco’s arms, but he was holding something that made him even hotter and even better than a tall, muscled rock god standing at my door.

  He had pizza.

  “Oh my god, you read my mind, batman,” Mel said and got up to gather some plates for the feast.

  Marco set the boxes on the table and shrugged out of his leather jacket. “I hope you like supreme. I couldn’t decide which one to get.”

  “You’re perfect for her, she loves it,” Mel said, and the three of us sat down to share dinner and talk like we were old friends.

  A few minutes in, after Marco kept us laughing so hard at his stories of touring on the road with the band, Mel caught my eye across the table and mouthed her approval to me.

  “He’s perfect,” she said and raised her brow. She stood then, helped herself to a couple more large pieces, turned and walked down the hall. “Thanks for dinner, Marco, I’m just heading to my room to…um…listen to loud music on the headphones or something.”

  “I think she’s giving us a hint,” I said and slid my hand over his on the table.

  “I think I’m taking that hint, babe,” Marco replied. He flipped the boxes shut, stood and picked me up easily in one swoop. “I’m taking it right now, and I’m going to prove to you that your rule was made to be broken.”

  “Oh are you?” I asked with one brow raised and a quiver in my stomach.

  “Fuck yes, babe,” he growled and carried me to my bedroom. He nudged the door open with his foot and set me down, shut the door and attacked my mouth with his, our mutual hunger apparent in the speed our clothing came off.

  “Let me look at you,” he said and stepped back, holding me hands up. “Fuck me, you’re beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing you.”

  “You’re pretty hot yourself,” I replied, letting my gaze scan his body, his rippling muscles, his tattoos, his thick, dark hair and those piercing blue-green eyes.