One More Night (Backstage Pass Book 1)

by Ali Parker

  I’d never used those words before, and I wasn’t sure if I could, but I could see he needed to hear me say them and that he wasn’t going to do a damn thing until he did. I focused on the frustration of him not touching me instead of the actual words I was about to say. “Make me come, Jared.”

  A low growl rumbled from his chest, and the primal sound nearly pushed me over the edge by itself. It was nearly painful to wait for him, as wet and ready as I’d ever been, and when he finally touched me, I screamed out in relief.

  It wasn’t a sound I’d ever made before, but I was so far gone that I couldn’t bring myself to care. Jared’s fingers moved inside me, hitting me just right as his thumb circled my aching clit. “That’s right, baby. Let me know what feels good. I want to hear you.”

  And let him hear me, I did. My hips pushed down into his thrusts, meeting each perfect one. The rhythm we were creating together was too much for me to bear, and as if my body was an instrument he’d played all his life, he pressed his thumb down on my clit at exactly the right time and with exactly the right amount of pressure, and I came apart around his fingers.

  White hot heat spread through me, the exquisite sensation of my orgasm ripping through me like lightning. Jared’s lips crashed down onto mine as he kissed me through it, but his eyes stayed open on mine, stroking my trembling body back down when I was done.

  “Holy fuck, seeing you come was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Jared rasped out, his chest rising and falling almost as fast as mine was.

  Seeing him looking at me with such unadulterated need in his eyes, his throat working and his muscles looking as if he were physically restraining himself from ripping off his pants and fucking me for the rest of the weekend, was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. But I couldn’t find the words to return his compliment.

  The only ones I could find were the ones I desperately needed for him to hear. “I want you inside me. Now, Jared. No more playing around.”

  Jared’s eyes flashed with desire at my words, and he moaned. “I was going to taste you first. You’re killing me here, but I’ll give you what you want. I said I would.”

  Thankfully, he made quick work of unbuckling his belt and kicking off his jeans and boxers at the same time. I involuntarily whimpered out loud when I finally saw him naked.

  The man was a work of art. There were no other words to describe Jared Larsen in the nude.

  I didn’t know where to look first. I could worship his washboard abs, and I could get lost in the deep lines between his hips. I could write poetry about the way the tattoo-covered muscles in his forearms rippled as he rolled a condom over the most glorious cock I’d ever seen.

  If there was one male appendage in the world that deserved to be waxed lyrical about, it was his. It barely registered that he was sheathing himself, even after I told him earlier that I was on birth control.

  “I promised you could look, but what do you want first?” he asked me, breathing as heavily as I was as his eyes swept over my body in much the same way that mine swept over his. “Look or feel?”

  “Both,” I whispered, afraid that if I spoke too loudly, I would wake myself up from this impossible dream.

  Jared lay down on his back and reached for me. “Same. You on top is the best I can do to make that happen for you.”

  I didn’t waste any time straddling him, and he gripped the base of his beautiful dick, feeding himself into me as I lowered myself onto him. Our groans mingled in the air as he buried himself deep inside me, and sparks of light swam in my vision from the feel of having him there.

  From the words Jared was rasping out, it felt as good for him as it did for me. My hips started moving of their own accord, even when I hadn’t fully adjusted to his considerable size. His eyes squeezed shut as I started moving, his fingers digging into my thighs as if he were composing himself.

  It was only a split second before his eyes were on mine again, and he started moving with me. His hips lifted to set a pace so incredible that I fell apart three more times around him. Then he was quivering and tensing below me, finally following me over the edge at the same time as I nearly drowned in the waves of pleasure from my last orgasm.

  “Oh fuck. Fuck, Alicia. Fuck.” He moaned as he emptied himself inside me, his features twisted into pleasured torment, and it was by far the sexiest “O” face I’d ever seen.

  Collapsing onto his chest, my muscles were shaking, and my breathing was choppy and ragged. Jared’s arms wrapped around me, and we lay together in complete, but comfortable silence.

  Without either of us saying a word, Jared rolled us so that he was spooning me. Talk about the impossible dream, if only for this one night. I cuddled up against his chest, put my hand on his, and fell asleep in his arms.

  CHAPTER 17

  JARED

  There was something warm and wet wrapped around my dick, and I was ninety-nine percent sure I wasn’t dreaming. When it swirled around the head and flicked over the tip, the sound of my groan woke me up all the way, and I cracked open my eyes to find Alicia’s blonde head between my legs.

  My first thoughts should have been about how the sunlight streaming into my bedroom meant that we were well into the morning and Alicia was still here. I didn’t do sleepovers—too many expectations created—but I hadn’t asked her to leave after we’d had the most scorchingly hot sex ever. So, of course, she was still here.

  Or maybe my first thoughts should have been about how we were in my bedroom, the one where I slept and hadn’t ever fucked in. I certainly had never woken up with a woman in it before.

  But it wasn’t any of those things. Alicia’s eyes were closed as she feasted on my cock, her hand wrapped around the base, and the only thought I could muster was, “Shit, baby. That feels so fucking good.”

  Her blue eyes popped open to meet mine, blood rushing to her cheeks as she sat upright and raised both hands to tuck her hair behind her ears. “I’m sorry. I’ve just always wanted to do something like that. You know, waking someone up like that. I woke up a little while ago, and I finally got to look at you, and it... your... it was just there, and it was so hard, and it looked so good.”

  The words left her in a fast ramble, and she looked so vulnerable and so damn embarrassed that I couldn’t resist opening my arms and pulling her into them. “Don’t be embarrassed. And don’t apologize. Trust me. I don’t mind. My body is at your disposal. Do with it what you will.”

  As I said the words, I realized that they were entirely true. I wanted my body to be at her disposal, I wanted to be the one her sparkling blue eyes grew hungry for as her gaze raked over me, and I sure as shit wanted to be the one who woke up to her tongue curled around me.

  “Are you sure?” she asked, pulling back to look into my eyes. “I wouldn’t want you to feel that I’d taken advantage of you.”

  I laughed a little and placed my index finger under her chin to hold her eyes on mine. “I don’t feel that. Not at all. But if you feel that way, please feel free to take advantage of me anytime, anyplace, because that felt fucking amazing.”

  “In fact,” I told her. “If there’s anything else you’ve always wanted to do, I’m completely at your service. If you wouldn’t mind being at mine, too, I’ve been having this fantasy about our new PR agent where I bend her over her desk and fuck her while she tries to hold back her screams so that the whole office doesn’t know what’s happening. It popped into my head the other day when I went to see her, and I’m pretty sure she would’ve yelled at me if she knew. Does that sound like something you’d be interested in making a reality for me? Not the yelling at me part, of course.”

  Alicia’s eyes stayed on mine for the entire time that I talked, confusion edged into every one of her features when I finished.

  “What are you doing?”

  I knew what she was asking, but since I wasn’t really sure myself, I tried to deflect the question. “I’m telling you that it’s okay for you to use me to enact your sexual fantasies and that I
have a few of my own that I wouldn’t mind acting out with you.”

  Since Alicia was always busting my balls about something, had a take no prisoners attitude in general, and didn’t seem to be afraid to go after what she wanted, in bed or otherwise, it was relatively strange to see her like this. Unsure, her eyes filled with questions as she chewed on her lower lip.

  Tugging it free with my thumb, I sighed and arched an eyebrow. “Now is not the time to go shy on me. Give it to me straight.”

  “I’m just confused. Last night, you said that this wasn’t the start of anything, and before, when we talked about your… sexual habits, you said that being with you was a one-time thing. Now, you’re talking as if there is going to be a next time, a lot of next times, actually.”

  “I know what I said, and I still don’t want a relationship. If we do decide to continue with this, it wouldn’t mean that we were dating or anything.” I should have just pushed her back down onto my dick when she first lifted her head off of it, but now that we were having this conversation, I knew that there was no getting out of it.

  “What would this be, then?”

  Great fucking question. I had no idea. I just knew that I wanted more sex like we had last night and more mornings waking up with her magic mouth on me. “Does it need a name? Do you want it to have been a one-time only thing?”

  I hadn’t considered it might be what she’d wanted. One night with a rock star to tell her friends about. The thought made me form a fist around the sheets with the hand resting there.

  “No, I guess it doesn’t need a name. And I definitely didn’t want it to be a one-time thing.” She paused, looking like she was searching for the right words. “Should we just have fun, and see where we go?”

  “Sounds like a plan,” I told her. It sounded like a fucking good plan to me. “As long as you understand that we’re not dating.”

  Alicia nodded. “I understand. We’re only having fun. When it stops being fun, then we stop.”

  Being with her last night was definitely fun. “I can get behind having fun.”

  It had been so much fun. The memory of how her inner muscles had gripped me so tightly was suddenly at the forefront of my mind. Now that I knew for sure I was going to have her again and we were on the same page about what we were—and what we weren’t, more specifically—I was raring to go again.

  I remembered how silky smooth she was and how hot she was when she sank onto me. How fucking sexy she was when she came for me. My cock hardened until I was throbbing with the need for release.

  I needed to come. Badly.

  “Are we done with this conversation?” My hand crept up the inside of Alicia’s thigh, my intentions crystal clear. I just hoped she was as ready for this as I was because I needed her to come. Ladies first and all.

  And don’t you fucking forget it. I nearly groaned my frustration out loud, but I was a big boy. I could wait my turn, even if I was so hard that I could probably hammer nails into a solid brick wall with this fucking hard-on.

  Praying to the gods of horniness that I would find her wet and ready again, my hand continued on its mission, but Alicia stopped me.

  Christ. She wanted to carry on talking. Fuck. Her fingers closed around my wrist, and she removed my hand from her leg. Then I noticed that she was wearing a sexy as shit, devilish smile and wagging her finger at me.

  “We are done with this conversation, but remember where it started. You gave me the go-ahead to take advantage of you, and I fully intend on taking you up on that.”

  This time, I couldn’t hold back my groan. “Are you saying you want to blow me before I get you off?”

  Alicia’s teeth sank into the corner of her lower lip. She nodded and let her hair trail down my body as she crawled back into the position that I’d woken up to find her in. The sight itself nearly set me off, but I’ve never been one to pull the trigger early, and I wasn’t about to start now. This was her fantasy, the least I could do was let her play it out.

  Lucky bastard.

  Excitement was shining in her eyes when she looked up at me and planted her hands on my thighs. “Let me know if I’m doing something wrong. I haven’t really done this much before.”

  I was trying to comprehend what the fuck that meant when she leaned over to suck my head gently into her mouth as if she were afraid of hurting me. My hips nearly came off the bed, and a deep groan of satisfaction rumbled from my chest when she started working my length with her fist, sucking and licking and kissing me fervently.

  Stroking her cheek, my eyes stayed glued to where my cock was parting her lips, while my other hand tightened on the sheets. I was so hard, I wondered if I was going to explode in the first damn minute.

  I couldn’t allow that to happen, even as my cock pulsed and swelled. The pressure made my ears ring, my breathing grow heavy, and my vision go hazy.

  I lost all track of time as she worked me over, her hands and mouth never stilling, her tongue flicking and licking me into blissful oblivion. The hand she wasn’t using to drive me fucking insane closed over my balls, warm and small as she played with them. “Oh fuck.”

  She moaned right along with me, the vibrations of it making the pleasure even more intense. Clenching my teeth, my muscles flexed as my body took control from my mind. Heat snaked up my shaft, and the pleasure center of my brain would probably have been lit up brighter than Rockefeller Center at Christmas if someone had been scanning me.

  “So fucking good,” I bit out. “I’m close, so fucking close.” I grunted and moaned when instead of pulling back, she redoubled her efforts. Her head jumped up and down, and her eyes locked on mine.

  My back bowed, and my muscles tightened and locked as heat thundered through me. Then I was coming so hard that I nearly blacked out.

  CHAPTER 18

  ALICIA

  Three weeks after Jared and I came to our agreement, the sun was shining high in the sky, and one of the opening acts for the Veterans’ Benefit that Destitute was throwing on the fourth of July weekend was in full swing. It was a local band that Jared knew of, and they were thrilled when we approached them to join the lineup for the benefit.

  They were quite good, and the crowd seemed to be enjoying them, but as much as I wanted to enjoy them, too, I couldn’t join the screaming audience and simply enjoy the show. I was there to work.

  Technically, I didn’t have to be at the venue where the benefit was being held, but I’d had enough of only gauging the hype from afar and measuring it based on the screen and print time that the new album was getting in the media and the mentions of it online. It was time for me to get a feel for the fans on the ground, and I couldn’t think of a better opportunity than the first show that the band was playing since arriving home from their tour.

  They wouldn’t be playing any of their new songs, but that was okay. It was great, in fact, since it meant that I could get a real indication of how excited the crowd was for the first time they’d be hearing the new songs, without them feeling like they should reserve judgment until after the show.

  I’d been grabbing various Destitute fans and asking them a couple of carefully planned questions that wouldn’t keep them too long, while still allowing me to get a proper feel for the local hype surrounding the album. I was immensely pleased with the feedback I’d been getting so far, and I couldn’t wait to share it with Jared.

  A private smile curled on my lips as I thought of him. Since we started sleeping together, I was getting to know the man beneath the arrogant shell little by little

  Whenever we were out in public together or with other people, he was every bit the rock star I’d gotten to know him as. But when the doors closed and the people left, I was learning that he was intelligent, passionate about his music and their fans, loved reading as much as I did, and was a thorough, attentive, and enthusiastic lover. He could be playful at times and serious at others. He worked hard and was unapologetic on the occasions that he played harder.

  Overall, I was glad
that I’d gone on that date, and I was having more fun with him than I’d initially thought I would. He’d shocked my socks off that first morning when he’d told me all those things about his body being at my disposal and how there were so many fantasies that he wanted to act out with me.

  Shock, surprise, anticipation, confusion, and apprehension had all rolled through me at the same time, but once I knew what he wanted, there was no possibility that I was going to say no. Being with him was just too good, and as impossible as I would have thought it to be, each time I was with him, it just seemed to get better.

  We hadn’t talked more about what we were, or what our expectations of each other were, but that was okay since I was relatively sure we were both clear on the basics. I was about to grab another fan to interview when I decided against it. I could carry on with my interviews later, but thinking about Jared and everything we’d done over the course of the past few weeks was getting me all riled up, and I wondered if we had time to squeeze in a quickie before their show later.

  Jared was always ready to go, and he was forever encouraging me to tell him what I wanted, when I wanted it. As I hurried to his dressing room, I felt the warm rush of excitement that I’d come to associate with being with him.

  The benefit was being held at an outdoor arena with dressing rooms set up behind the stage in a fenced-off area that you needed a pass to get to. Jared’s dressing room wasn’t far from the stage and sat slightly off to the side.

  I flashed my access pass that hung from a red lanyard around my neck at the security guards manning the metal barrier that kept the public away from the performers, and one of the beefy men nodded and moved aside to allow me in.