Sex in Numbers (S.I.N. Rock Star #1)

by S. R. Watson

  “Oh, you don’t have to get up for what I have in mind,” he warns. “If this is not what you want, speak now.” I swallow the lump in my throat. I’m speechless. I want all that he is silently offering me. “Okay then,” he says with finality. He crawls onto my bed in true predator form. I watch as he pulls his t-shirt over his head. Sweet baby Jesus…this is really happening. I tremble slightly at the thought. Diesel grips my inner thighs before pulling me down closer to him. I lie flat on my back as he undoes the button on my jeans.

  I’m thankful that I have my pretty black lace panties on tonight.

  “Lift,” he commands. His voice is thick, rough, and one of control. He’s still Diesel, but different some how. I lift my hips as he instructs. He pulls my jeans and panties down with one pull. “Last chance, Lourdes. No regrets.”

  “No regrets,” I whisper. That is all the reassurance he needs. He strips my jeans and panties the remaining way off.

  “I can smell how fucking wet you are for me,” he says, hovering over me. I cover my eyes with my hands. “No hiding tonight, baby. I’m going to worship this pussy and fulfill all the fantasies you never knew you had,” he vows. The vulgar promises he is spewing make me even wetter. This feeling…this moment… this is how it should be. He sits me up partially, so he can remove my shirt and then bra. When he has all of my clothes off, I’m naked in every aspect of the word. I hope he knows that I’m giving myself to him in every way—more than just with my body. Though I’m not a virgin, nobody has gotten this far with me consensually. He lays me on my back and brings his body down on top of mine. We’re chest to chest and the heat from the contact is scorching. He gives me a wicked smile before bringing his lips to meet mine. This kiss is so soft. Our tongues slowly meet in a sensual dance that builds the ache between my thighs.

  He parts my legs open with one of his jean clad muscular thighs, and I rub myself against him desperately for the friction. He deepens the kiss while grinding against me. I swear I can come from his kiss and dry humping alone. He nips at my lips and immediately licks away the pain. My body trembles now for a different reason than nerves.

  “Hmmm. Patience, baby.” He plants gentle kisses along my neck before following a trail down to my breast. He gives them each attention with just the right amount of licking and nibbling. So I see he is a nibbler, and it is sexy as fuck. He continues south and I know where he’s heading next. I brace myself as he takes that first lick to my clit.

  “Fucccccck,” I moan. My thighs tighten on their own accord around his head, but he isn’t having it.

  “Let me in.” He pushes my legs apart while simultaneously sucking on my nub. He sucks, then nibbles in a frenzy so enthralling, I feel a sensation of release on the precipice. I grab his hair as I ride the fuck out of his face with wild abandonment. Diesel is right there with me. He pushes his tongue deep into my entrance and works me toward that orgasm my body so desperately needs. I squirt so hard my whole body shakes. Diesel looks up at me, so proud of himself. In one quick instance, he rids himself of his jeans. Damn, he is commando.

  He takes the condom he pulled from his pocket and slowly rolls over his hard cock. He is giving me a show. And oh what a beautiful cock it is—pink perfection. The length and girth is intimidating, but I will take every inch. I watch on as he gives it a few strokes with his hand. “I want your lips around my dick, but right now I can’t wait a second longer to be inside of you,” he admits. My legs open as an invitation and he doesn’t hesitate to accept. He positions himself at my entrance and teases me with a few strokes with just the head.

  “Stop teasing me,” I plead.

  “So greedy.” He winks. I’m about to object, but then he slams into me and the words are lost on my tongue. He stills briefly, allowing me to savor his fullness. He stretches me to capacity and it feels amazing. He eases back and slams into me again. I whimper at the heavenly assault. I claw at his back, so desperate for him to go deeper. He pounds into me a few more times before alternating his thrusts with a slower grind. Meanwhile Adele continues to be the soundtrack for this fucktastic fucking we’re having. I’m already close to the edge again. Just when I can no longer hold off the impending nut, Diesel changes things up. In one swift move, he flips us so that I’m on top. He puts his hands behind his head and looks at me expectedly. “My turn, doll.”

  “What?” I’m guessing he wants me to ride him.

  “Fuck me, Lourdes. Ride my dick like you own it.” Fuck, I love the dirty talk.

  Unsure of how to proceed, I just do what feels good. I sit up until I’m fully mounted. I lift slightly, until only the head of his dick is left inside. I alternate sliding completely down his shaft and just the tip. My pussy clenches with each stroke, while my tits bounce with the rhythm. His hooded eyes tell me he is enjoying the ride. I’m on fire. I can feel myself dripping down his length. His legs tense underneath me and his control snaps. He grabs my hips and pushes me down on his dick. He takes over as his hips piston upward to meet mine. He is topping me from the bottom.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come,” he warns. “Shitttttttt,” he groans as he finds his release. I can feel the residual twitch of his dick as he throbs inside me. That sensation is enough for me to fall over the edge with him. I throw my head back and come all over him. I then fall forward to rest on him, but he is not done with me. He pulls out of me and tells me to get on my knees. He slaps my ass and pulls off the used condom. He hands me a new one and tells me to hold on to it. He positions himself behind me and nudges the tip of his cock between my ass cheeks.

  “Uh, Diesel,” I begin.

  “I’m not going to take you here yet, babe.” He smacks my ass once again and the sting makes me wet. “Not tonight, anyway.” I don’t miss the insinuation of “more”. This is not a one-night stand. Oh, my stars. He nudges me again, and I can feel him already growing hard again. “I will be taking this sweet pussy from behind though, so hold on.” He takes the condom from me and rolls it down that beautiful gift of his. I look back at him and his eyes never leave mine as he enters me from behind. He brings me to three more orgasms before the night is over. I’m deliciously sore and looking forward to this “more” that he promises.

  Last night was epic. More than I could have possibly anticipated. The guys turned in early last night, so I decided to continue where I left off with Lourdes. She was more than willing. She came beautifully over and over again. Her body responded to mine in every way and it was fucking perfect. The demons that I hide wanted so desperately to turn things up a notch, but I couldn’t let her see that side of me, just yet. It would crush me if she ran. For the first time, a woman’s openness to my kink matters. She’s not replaceable like the groupies. I need to feel her out to see if she can handle my true dominant nature. Is she capable of submitting in the way that I desire? Sure, last night she followed my lead and I was in control, but that isn’t the same. My tastes are extreme, especially to someone as vanilla as her. She has some underlying issues that I can’t quite put my finger on. I need to go slow until I determine her threshold for submission.

  The guys are lounging around the living room this Saturday morning. Gable hasn’t said anything to me about what he saw last night yet, but I know that he is waiting to get me alone. I’m playing various Issues’ songs, with a pep in my step, while I’m in the kitchen fixing everyone an omelet—a page out of Lourdes’ book. Speaking of the vixen herself, I see her coming down the stairs.

  I see her walking a little slower this morning. I can’t help the devious smile that forms on my lips, knowing that this dick is the reason for that walk. Feeling mischievous, I switch the song playing to John Legend’s Tonight (Best I Ever Had). I watch as her face flushes, as she picks up on my idea of humor and reference. “I don't wanna brag, but I'll be the best you’ve ever had,” I sing, as she gets closer.

  “Stop it,” she shushes me.

  “Best you’ve ever had,” I repeat in a whisper. I grab her ass as she passes to get to the coffee maker.
She nearly jumps out of her skin. “Round two later,” I whisper in her ear. I go back to making the omelets, but I relish in the permanent blush she is now wearing. I wish I knew what thoughts inspire by that blush.

  “Maybe,” she replies, as she grabs her coffee and hurries past me. She made sure she got the last word in. Oh, there will definitely be a round two, and I will make sure she pays for that little defiance. I was going to wait, but I think I might just have to give her a small taste of what I’m capable of. I have to keep things in perspective. I’m still in control. Her body belongs to me, but she hasn’t figured that out yet. I’ll just have to help her see it, and it will be my pleasure to do so.

  Today I have to bring Lourdes back to school. Yesterday, I wasn’t able to deliver on my promise of round two because I was busy with the guys up until the time for our gig. We were introducing two of our original songs to get feedback from the crowd, so we needed a little more rehearsal time before the show. Lourdes decided to stay at the house, which disappointed me because I wanted her response more than anything. I get her reasoning, although she feigned being tired. She didn’t want to see me interact with my female fans after we had such a magical night. For that reason, I couldn’t be mad. It would have been awkward to say the least. She was sound asleep by the time we made it in so I let her rest. The fucking guys insisted that we go sit down and eat somewhere after our gig, so we could discuss how we think it went. It went fantastic, but I couldn’t justify a reason to hurry back to the lake house. Now everyone is up again this morning, lounging around the living room. Don’t they have some pussy to get into? I need to find a reason to get Lourdes away for a few hours before I have to take her back.

  “Morning, princess,” Xander says with too much excitement for 9:00 a.m. “You missed a hell of a show last night.” Lourdes comes into the living room and takes a seat next to her brother.

  “Sorry. I had some homework I needed to get done before tomorrow and I was tired.” She sneaks a glance at me. “What time did you guys get in last night? I stayed up until 1:00 a.m.”

  “Oh, it had to be well after three,” Keyser volunteers.

  “Hmmm. Must have been some night of celebration,” she hints, as she takes another look in my direction. I catch the undertones of her insinuation. She thinks we fucked some groupies after our gig. I wasn’t even tempted last night. I wanted to get back here and finish what we started.

  “Yeah, these knuckleheads wanted to hit up the pizzeria. Fuck my diet,” I clarify.

  “Yeah, no groupie love last night,” Gable jokes, but I know he caught onto the same insinuation that I did. He still doesn’t know that the two of us have surpassed just kissing. He is just being the ideal wingman and helping me out. She giggles so I know everything is okay.

  “You and that diet of yours. I don’t know how you do it with these three that eat up everything,” she says, pointing to the other guys.

  “Hey,” Xander says. “Not everything. Besides, Diesel has the restraint of a saint.” If only he knew. Not when it comes to his sister. Gable chokes on the OJ he’s drinking. Again we’re on the same page. Xander tells Lourdes that he wants to take her to brunch to spend time with her before she leaves today, and I can see my window of opportunity of getting to spend time with her getting smaller and smaller.

  We arrive back at the university just before the sunset. Like I predicted, Xander spent the entire day with Lourdes. She gets off of my bike and I’m disappointed that things didn’t work out the way I wanted them to. It’s funny, but I’m not ready to say goodbye. She must feel it too.

  “You should see the arboretum we have here,” she mentions.

  “Arbor what?” I question.

  “Arboretum,” she repeats with a snort. She covers her mouth, embarrassed for a second. “It’s like an enchanted forest with trails of mostly tall trees and whatever flowers are still in bloom. It’s beautiful and here on our campus,” she continues. I can’t say that I really give two shits about this arbor place, but if it means I get a little more time with her, then I’m down.

  “Get back on then. Take us to this mystic place,” I taunt. That earns me another snort from her. It is so endearing. She hops back on the bike and uses her hand to point the direction I need to head. We go as far as we can go with the bike and park. I have to say she didn’t exaggerate. The orange and browns of the fall colored leaves looks picture perfect. We walk the trails as she points out various flowers and trees with excitement. I can tell she’s been here multiple times. This is not something I would have been interested in, but I admit I’m enjoying this place.

  It’s so quiet and peaceful. I bet it would be a great place to escape and just write some of our music.

  “Isn’t this place awesome?” The smile on her face is priceless.

  “It is,” I answer honestly. She grabs my hand and pulls me until we reach this platform with a canopy view of the forest. “Nice.”

  “I knew you would like it. You seem like a guy that likes his solitude. This place is so vast, it is easy to get away from it all and just be. I like to come here and think,” she admits.

  “I bet it would be a great place for other things too,” I hint. She slaps my shoulder in mock exasperation.

  “It’s only open for maybe another hour. It closes at sundown. No getting your forest freak on,” she jokes. “So, I’m sorry I missed your set last night. I really would like to hear some of your original music,” she says suddenly serious.

  “I guess you’re just going to have to come to our show this coming weekend.”

  “Oh, I see. I have to wait to hear some with your fans. I’m not special.” She looks me in the eyes with those piercing grays. In that moment, I know she has the potential to be dangerous if I’m not careful.

  “Well, it’s not like I have any music out here,” I point out.

  “A cappella will be just fine,” she assures. I look around and we’re alone. She takes a seat on the wooded platform so I join her.

  I mentally shuffle through the songs that I could possibly share with her and then I just know. It is a piece that is not yet finished so this goes against my rules. I don’t even share my lyrics with the guys until they’re done. They have a chance to participate in any edits or additions after the fact, but the fist initial concept is always mine alone. Truth is, I’ve only started it today while Lourdes was out with Xander. This song is about her.

  “I can share one with you, but it isn’t finished.”

  “Okay,” she beams.

  “It’s titled, Leave it All Behind.” I look around one more time to make sure nobody else is around. I blow out a cleansing breath and share a piece of my soul—as personal as it gets for me.

  I keep telling myself it's the last time

  Each time it proves to be a lie

  The darkness pulls me deeper into the shadows

  It won't let me see the light.

  It's a never ending battle that I can't seem to win,

  Maybe one day I'll defeat the devil…

  the monster that lives within.

  I want to leave it all behind

  I want to leave it all behind

  I want to leave it all behind

  Take back control… Make my escape from these demons I face.

  This is my warning to you.

  This is your chance to be free.

  Don't give into the hunger I crave

  because I can't be sated.

  Oh. My. God. I’m speechless. Everything about that song has touched me deeply. Without the music as a distraction, for the first time I just hear him. The sultriness of his voice is so different from anything I’ve ever heard him perform on stage or even that day he was practicing with the guys. This is personal. I can feel the pain in those lyrics, a confession of sorts. Someone in his past has hurt him too and may be the reason he has a thing against relationships. I don’t want to ruin the moment by prying into his past or the reason for the song, so I don’t mention it. Diesel has such a
beautiful voice that there is no doubt in my mind that coupled with the bands’ instrumental genius, they will make it far. Tears spill down my cheeks.

  “That was so beautiful, Diesel.”

  “Yah? Thank you. I’m sure it will be even better once the guys hear it and we put it to music.” Wait what?

  “You haven’t shared this with the band?”

  “Nope. You’re the first.” He stands up and puts his hands in his pockets as he looks around. “I don’t normally share my music with anyone, Lourdes, until the song is complete. It’s a private process. When I’m done, I work closely with the guys to lay tracks to the lyrics that I’ve written.” I’m even more touched now. Whether he realizes it or not, Diesel just chose to share a part of himself with me that nobody else gets to see.

  “Why me?” And what does this mean, but I don’t ask that.

  “You know, I don’t actually know.” He shakes his head as if he is trying to figure it out himself. “Maybe because you shared this place with me. It’s different. I haven’t really spent much time with women outside of fucking. It’s nice,” he admits. He writes it off as being caught up in the moment of experiencing something different, but I don’t believe that. Things are changing between us, and it’s not in the direction he intended. He is softly tapping on the brakes, hoping I won’t notice—that I won’t get offended. I see what’s in your heart, Diesel. You showed it to me. Someone did a number on you, but that girl is not me. I wish I could say these things, but I can’t. Especially since I don’t even know what I want. I thought I did, but now I’m not so sure.

  “Yeah, maybe.” I keep my internal monologue to myself. It’s starting to get darker, so I know our time in this bubble has come to an end. They’ll be closing soon.