Hard Sell: A Bad-Boy, Rock Star Romance

by Savannah Skye

  “I…” Her cheeks turned a fiery red but she swallowed hard and tried again. “I want to taste you. Can I do that?”

  His heart beat like a jackhammer against his ribs and he nodded. “Fuck, yes. I’ve dreamt of that mouth on me every night since you came to the house and kissed me.”

  God help him, she didn't hesitate. Her sexy breasts bounced and jiggled beneath her blouse as she shimmied backward until she was standing. Then, she dropped to her knees.

  His chest went tight as she reached out a tentative hand to unbutton his fly. Her gasp when his cock sprang free was music to his ears. Before he could even fully appreciate the sight of her looking down at him, eyes wide, her mouth was on him.

  As shy and awkward as she could be at times, he’d been prepared for teasing. A lick of the tip. A slow slide of tongue before she suckled on the head for a bit. A tentative tasting until she got comfortable and found her confidence.

  There was none of that.

  One second she was staring down at him reverently, cupping him gently in one soft hand, and the next, she was eating his cock, swallowing him whole, taking his shaft so deep, he could feel the tender flesh at the back of her throat. Stars exploded behind his eyelids as he grunted and gripped the couch cushions.

  "Fuck."

  It was like being encased in molten lava, pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain. His cock expanded further with another rush of blood as pressure built in his balls like a coming storm.

  He'd had his dick sucked hundreds of times by dozens of women. He’d never had a woman come at it like this. Like she loved it. Needed it.

  All the while, she made little humming noises in the back of her throat, urging him on, like she couldn’t wait for him to spurt in her mouth. He tried to get a handle on his reaction, but she wrapped one arm around the backs of his thighs, drawing him even deeper.

  “Damn, Kitty, that’s so good to me,” he muttered, giving up and threading his fingers into her silky hair.

  She stared up, eyes glazed over with a need that nearly laid him low as she began to move faster, sucking harder with each pass. The lean column of her throat clutched at his swollen shaft in sensual grip and the last thread of his control snapped.

  He tightened his hand in her hair, using it as an anchor as she worked her lips around his straining, swollen cock over and over.

  What had started out as a test of her mettle had become a test of his self-discipline and he began to pump his hips in counterpoint to her motions, fucking her mouth in long strokes.

  His whole world became a pinprick, and his vision blurred. She never let up, reaching out to cup his balls in one hand as she worked.

  After countless hours of fantasies. Days of dreaming of this moment, he was five seconds from blowing into her mouth like a teenage boy before he’d even returned the favor.

  Not acceptable.

  He tore his gaze from the glossy red curls head bobbing between his legs and took a steadying breath. Finally, by some Herculean force of will, he halted her with a firm hand in her hair.

  As he drew back, she made a valiant effort to follow, fighting him every step of the way. His dick came free with a pop and bobbed up against his stomach as she licked her swollen lips.

  “I never…I want to taste it. I want you to come in my mouth,” she murmured, again trying to dip her face closer.

  Even though the words sent a bolt of heat running through him, he forced himself to shake his head.

  “Not this time. I want to be inside you.”

  He reached down and tugged her to her feet before circling his hands around her waist and hoisting her up to stand. He stood to join her, taking a second to peel off his own shirt before going to work on hers. He wanted to go slow. Admire each luscious inch of her, but the need to touch…to taste was clawing at him like a wild animal.

  He yanked her jeans and panties off and then pressed her down onto the couch before dropping to his knees, the same as she’d done for him. She gasped, soft hands clutching at his shoulders as he spread her thighs spread wide, revealing her glistening, pink slit.

  “Jesus,” Mike hissed, sucking a breath in through his nose and letting it out slowly through his mouth.

  Whatever he was going to do, he’d better do it fast because he was one well-placed touch from exploding. And before he did, he was dead set on making her come harder than she’d ever come in her life.

  Because, she might not have started out wanting Michael Blade, but he would make damned sure she never forgot him.

  When she’d decided that she was going to do this with him, Kaitlin had promised herself she was going to do it right, which meant no holds barred. But this? This was scaring the hell out of her.

  Already, she could feel herself melting into him. Wanting to touch every part of him. Mad with the need to make him feel as wild inside as she did. It was electrifying and terrifying all at once, but she refused to back away from it.

  She’d worry about the ramifications tomorrow. Tonight was theirs’.

  His rough hands gripped her hips and that alone was enough to send her heart racing anew. She wasn’t a virgin. She’d slept with a few men. Good men. They’d been confident. Smart. Kind. Even competent in bed.

  None of them were like Mike.

  They’d been careful and gentle and sweet. And boring. So boring.

  But when Mike had told her to get on her knees, it was like a line that had been tethering her down her whole life snapped and she was finally free.

  She watched him now as he stared down between her quivering legs, seemingly as entranced as she was, and a thrill ran through her.

  Her euphoria morphed quickly to lust as his fingers ground into her hips, pulling her to the edge of the couch. He bent low, taking one tingling nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue laving at her as he sucked was almost more than she could take.

  Breathing in his masculine, woodsy scent, she reached up to stroke his neck, but his growl stopped her cold.

  “My turn now.” He nipped the tender swell of one breast with strong, white teeth and she gasped.

  He bent his head to her breast again and flicked one nipple with his tongue. She arched her back to press herself deeper into his mouth and then nearly screamed in frustration as he pulled back yet again.

  “Don’t rush me, Kitty,” he murmured, the gravel in his voice sending a gush of heat between her thighs.

  He leaned in again and took one nipple between his teeth. He batted it with his tongue and she groaned his name, twisting beneath him.

  “Please, Mike-.”

  “Shhh,” he whispered, and then pressed his hard, callused palm against her heated core.

  Her hips flexed to meet him as two thick fingers dipped into the wetness waiting there for him.

  “Nice,” he hissed, sliding his hands down over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs before tracing her seam and slipping lower. Their groans mingled as he thrust into her, filling her. She fluttered her hips helplessly against him, and he froze.

  “Please.”

  He slid his finger deep, grinding the heel of his palm against her throbbing clit.

  “I want you,” she whimpered, her vision going hazy as she tried to focus on his gorgeous face as he spoke.

  His jaw was so tense, it could’ve been carved from stone and it was only the fear that he would stop touching her that kept her from leaning forward to press her mouth against it. He drew back and added a second finger, thrusting deep and curling them. The sensation had her clawing at the couch in ecstasy.

  Close. So damned close.

  She shook and tried to grind harder onto his fingers. The orgasm was shimmering just out of reach and she needed it more than her next breath.

  He moved between her thighs and palmed his cock in one hand. He stared down at her and groaned and then gripped himself before stroking upward. As he pumped his engorged member in firm strokes, his fingers worked her, thrusting in and out in a steady, slow rhythm. She couldn’t te
ar her eyes away and moaned as bead of moisture wept from his cock.

  As her cries grew louder, and his breath came in short pants, he began to stroke himself harder, up and down.

  He stilled and released himself as his cock jerked and twitched.

  The he knelt back in front of her, flicking his tongue against the tight bundle of nerves between her legs. Sucking the hard little nub into his mouth, expertly working it with lips and tongue even as his skillful fingers rode her.

  One more breath, one more move, and she was going over the edge.

  “Mike,” she sobbed, all pretense forgotten as she arched her hips to take him deeper, her pussy clasping tight around his fingers.

  He pulled back, his warm breath washing over her as velvety liquid trickled down her thighs. He bit her there and she jerked again, in the agony of anticipation. A second later, he muttered a curse, stood like a shot and withdrew his fingers.

  “I can’t fucking take it. I need to be inside you.”

  He took his cock in his fist and pushed the broad head into her waiting heat. Her mind spun as a thousand sensations battled one another for supremacy, each more sublime than the last. The stretch and pull, the drag of his flesh against hers. It was so much…too much.

  “I’m going to come,” she murmured, a scream building low in her throat.

  “Yeah. That’s it, babe,” he growled as he clutched her hips, driving himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

  She barely had a second to recover before he pulled out nearly all the way and then filled her all the way up with his distended cock once, twice.

  Her whole body stilled as she screamed, that sweet invasion sending her hurtling off the precipice, headlong. Mindlessly, she clawed at his ass, anchoring him closer as wave after wave crashed over her.

  He was seconds behind her, flexing hard, fingers closing over her hips in a punishing grip.

  “Fuck, Kitty, I-” he bit off a groan, pressing his forehead to hers and thrusting home one last time before bucking hard and convulsing over her.

  She didn’t know how long they stayed there in silence afterward, but it was long enough for her galloping heartbeat to level off to a trot and for her breathing to slow. A bone-deep satisfaction had started to seep in and it took everything she had not to lean forward and loop her arms around his waist.

  That would be clingy. This was a hook up. That was all.

  She struggled to find her voice, unsure of how to act or what to say. He pulled away and slowly zipped up his pants, his heavy-lidded gaze locking with hers.

  “You good?”

  She nodded, but it was a lie.

  She was wrecked. He’d turned her world upside down and she didn’t know if she could ever right it again. It was probably written all over her face. Smitten.

  She moved to stand on shaky legs, about to excuse herself to dress when he reached for her.

  “Where you going? Can you come lay here next to me on the couch for a while. I’m not ready to let you go yet.”

  Part of her wanted him to run. Tell him that she’d had an amazing time but had to get her beauty rest.

  But that was the old Kaitlin. Scared Kaitlin.

  She lowered herself back onto the couch and into his arms.

  New Kaitlin wanted more of this. More of Mike.

  And if he was willing to prolong the magic just a little while longer, she’d take him as long as he’d have her.

  Chapter 7

  Morning light shined through the window and Mike blinked up at the ceiling he didn’t recognize and then winced.

  He and Kitty had eventually made it to the bedroom for round two and apparently he’d fallen asleep.

  A twinge of nerves ran through him as he realized this was the first time in years he hadn’t bailed on a woman shortly after sex.

  And that woman was Kitty Pepper. How crazy was that?

  He went to stretch and then winced, realizing his muscles were sore. Sure, some of that was from kitchen demo, but at least a part of it was from last night.

  What did you do to me Kitty?

  He rolled to his side, but was surprised to find the other half of the bed was cold and empty, only the faintest outline of where Kitty had slept in the wrinkles of the sheets.

  Wouldn’t that be a twist if she’d bailed on him? In her own home? If the thought didn’t unsettle him so much, he might have laughed at the irony. Now, though, it just made him realize it was probably better for him to head back next door ASAP, before he did something reckless.

  He rolled to his feet and yanked on his jeans and t-shirt right as the heavenly scent of coffee and bacon wafted into the room. His mouth salivated and his stomach lurched. He followed the smells to the kitchen to find Kitty standing in front of the stove, spatula in hand.

  She wore nothing but a threadbare white t-shirt and a pair of pink and white striped boy shorts. Her hips swayed back and forth as she flipped bacon while singing a Christmas song about sleighs that Mike didn’t recognize under her breath.

  “That seems like a pretty dangerous outfit to be wearing while you’re cooking with hot grease,” he murmured, surprised to find that his hands itched with the need to touch her again.

  Kitty spun around with a gasp, and then offered a tentative smile. “I guess I like to live dangerously.”

  Mike snorted. “Ha, aren’t you just the little daredevil? Big, bad Kitty. ”

  She raised her eyebrows and nodded. “And don’t you forget it, Mikey-poo.”

  “Mikey-poo?”

  “That’s right.”

  “Not going to happen.”

  “Now you know how I feel when you call me Kitty,” she shot back.

  He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Touché.” The crispy strips of bacon were taunting him from the pan almost half as much as seeing Kitty in those shorts did, but it still surprised him when the words came out of his mouth.

  “So you making breakfast for two?”

  Kitty cocked a single red eyebrow his way, her cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink. “I mean, if you’re hungry. Are you sure you want to stay?”

  “Yeah, why?”

  She pushed a bouquet of curls from her face, tucking them behind her ear. “I don’t know, I just figured that maybe you had to work or something. I don’t want to keep you, ya know.”

  Never mind that he’d been thinking exactly that not two minutes before, but once he’d laid eyes on her, leaving had been the last thing on his mind.

  “Are you saying you’d rather me go?”

  “No! No, not at all. I just--”

  “Then what’s going on?” he asked, leaning in to trail the top of his finger over her silky soft cheek.

  She turned away with a sigh and flopped the bacon out of the pan onto a paper towel to drain.

  “Look, I’ve never done…this before. I didn’t want to make you feel like you had to stay or get weird like I thought I was your girlfriend now or something, that’s all.”

  Even just the mention of the “g” word usually sent him hightailing it to his Harley, but for some reason, all he wanted to do was erase the worry from her pretty face.

  He took her by the hips and pulled her in close.

  “And what if I don’t want to leave?” Mike asked as he wrapped his massive arms around her waist.

  She looked up at him, her doe eyes wide and glassy. “Then I guess you can stay,” she whispered.

  He leaned in to kiss her raspberry lips, but just before they could touch he paused.

  “But I definitely get some bacon if I stay, right?”

  She burst into laughter and punched him in the chest.

  “I’m only joking. I want to spend the day with you, if you don’t have plans. The bacon is just a bonus,” he said with a wink.

  He pulled her in again and planted a kiss on her forehead. She wriggled away to reach for a carton of eggs, but he trapped her in place, spearing his hands into her hair and taking the kiss he’d wanted since he walked into the kitchen. She m
ade a squeak low in her throat but then softened, opening her lips for his tongue.

  A bolt of need coursed through him that sent the blood rushing south and he let out a growl.

  “If you keep that up, we’re never going to eat.”

  “There’s coffee if you want some,” she offered, her voice husky with want.

  “Is it as hot as you?”

  “Probably not,” she said, and pulled him in for another kiss before shooing him away to set the table.

  For the next half hour they cooked breakfast and then ate in companionable silence as they sat in her breakfast nook and watched a rainstorm roll in over the horizon.

  When all the food was gone, they sipped their coffee, and talked. Conversation came easy with Kitty, especially when they weren’t intent on irritating the crap out of each other. They reminisced over their childhoods, joked about the night of mistaken identity and recalled fond memories of Honey, and he and Rick’s future plans for her house.

  “I’m sorry again for not coming over the past three days,” Kitty apologized.

  “Don’t worry about it,” Mike assured her. “It was a weird situation.”

  “Looks like I won’t be able to get much work done today, either,” she said.

  He stared out at the gray skies with a tilt of his head. “Yeah. I think I might take most of the day off, too. Ripping out all the innards of my childhood home and putting it up for sale…it feels weird. Depressing really, especially the week before Christmas. It just doesn’t seem right; like I’m destroying that last bit of her that I’d been hanging on to.”

  He hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but there it was, lying between them for the world to see. Big, tough Mike Blade, all mushy over some wood and nails.

  But Kitty didn’t look at him with pity, or judgment. She just cocked her head, seeming to ponder that thought carefully before responding.

  “So don’t, then.”

  Mike set down his mug and shook his head, nonplussed. “What do you mean?”

  “Don’t keep going with the remodel.”