by Alla Kar
Rock Me
Alla Kar
2014. © Copyright. Alla Kar
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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, any place, events or occurrences, is purely coincidental. The characters and storyline are created from author’s imagination or are used fictionally.
Credits:
Cover Design and Photography: Lindee Robinson Photography
Models: Dan Tillery and Mikeala Galli
Editor: Deanna Genung
Dedication
To my muse.
Chapter One
Missy
“Are you ready?”
I looked up from the concrete to Valeria’s wide green eyes. Her hand was hovering over the door to Club Freedom, a wide grin on her pretty face.
Muffled music blasted from the building and assaulted us every time someone opened the door. My throat was constricted and a large nervous lump was ready to strangle me.
But I was so ready.
I’d been waiting for this day for the past two years. Valeria and I made a pact at the beginning of eleventh grade. If we hadn’t lost our virginity by the time we were going to college, we’d go out in hopes of losing it.
It seemed like a great idea at the time, but now that I was standing outside where my potential first could be, I was freaking out. My potential sex partner was waiting for me on the other side of that blacked-out door.
I wasn’t going to be a virgin anymore.
And I was happy.
Being in the spotlight because of my older brother’s band Fringe, my appearance had played a huge part in my dating life. That’s the reason I didn’t have one. Dad had made sure people knew who I was and what not to expect from me: sex. Only two of my potential boyfriends had asked me out more than once, and only because they were trying to get close to my dad who managed my brother’s band.
Walking into that club meant I could find someone who wanted to be around me without knowing who I was. Without my dad finding out. Without anyone finding out.
“I’m ready,” I said.
Valeria grabbed my hand and swung the door open. I felt like I was walking into adulthood, as lame as that sounded. An X was drawn on our hands with glow-in-the-dark markers that lit up bright green so the bartender could see the underage drinkers coming.
The music vibrated in my head and it was oddly numbing. Valeria and I beat a couple to the last bar table available.
“We’re really in a club,” she said, looking around like she may miss something important. For some reason I didn’t think anything important happened in clubs. “Let’s try to find you a guy.”
I frowned. “Let’s see what happens first. No rush.”
Her green eyes narrowed as she pulled at the hem of her Band-Aid dress. “Missy, don’t back out on our deal. Do you really want to go to college a virgin?”
No I didn’t. Going to college a virgin made me feel even less ready for the experience. Not that I thought you had to be unvirginized to get in but I wanted to be prepared for the social part of it. I didn’t want a guy running for the hills when he found out that I was a virgin. College is where you meet your soul mate people!
“I’m not backing out. I just want to dance a little. Or something.”
Val waved me off and started scoping the floor anyway.
“Blond or brunette?”
I shrugged and pulled my dress down my thighs. I was more exposed than I had ever been, besides a swimsuit. The V in the front of my dress was a little too low, but nothing compared to the shortness of the dress. What was I thinking? “Either or, it doesn’t matter I suppose.”
Valeria frowned and rapped her knuckles against the table. “It would help if you looked too, Missy. If you don’t want to—,”
“No, I do.” I sighed and took ten breaths to calm myself. “I’m just nervous. My pits are sweating.”
She gave me a knowing look. “You’re right. Let’s go dance. Just let loose.”
Valeria took my hand and guided me out into the middle of the dance floor. Some rap song was playing, but it was so loud that I couldn’t pinpoint which one. Valeria grabbed my hands and held them over her hand and started to sway her hips.
Dance, Missy. I know how to dance. I can do this.
Ten minutes later, we were covered in a thin layer of sweat and both of our heels were in our hands above our heads. I’d never been to a club, since I’d just then turned eighteen but something about the freedom and dancing was invigorating.
Valeria motioned her head toward the bar, and I followed her. She sat down on a stool, and I was happy to see I wasn’t the only one sweating like a pig. “I need something to drink, I’m about to die,” she gasped out.
She flagged down the bartender and ordered us two Shirley Temples. I leaned down to rub my feet but when I looked over at Valeria she was gaping over my shoulder. “Don’t look now but Rocker Hercules is totally checking you out.”
Rocker Hercules? What? I frowned. It didn’t really sound that appealing. Slowly, I turned to pretend to pick at my dress. As casually as you can, I let my gaze drift upward and toward the opposite side of the bar.
Oh, my.
Holy Heck.
Rocker Hercules fit him just right. Hercules’ body with tattoos and piercings. Tattoos and piercings. I had never liked them before but on him they looked good enough to eat. Where was a spoon when you needed one?
The imaginary lint on my dress was the last thing on my mind. My sights were zeroed in on those too-blue eyes staring at me. The corner of his mouth curled up and a dimple appeared on his right jaw that was covered in scruffy dirty blond hair.
Dirty blond hair would do, Valeria. It would certainly do.
I swallowed the nervousness in my throat and he watched me as I took him in. A plain gray t-shirt fit him snugly showing lean muscles beneath the fabric. I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until he started moving toward me, and I sucked in another lungful before coughing like crazy.
“Ohmigod, Missy, stop. He’s coming over here.” Valeria started hitting me on the back, I guess to help, but it was only making it worse.
When I finally gained my composure the barstool next to me scooted across the tile floor. I kept my eyes glued to Valeria and watched as her smile grew bigger and bigger.
I was mentally shaking my head and begging Valeria for an escape plan when I felt a calloused finger touch my bare shoulder.
I twirled around before I lost my nerve and came face to face with him. And I knew then he’d be taking me home with him and I’d be losing my virginity. This guy just didn’t know it yet.
“What’s your name, Princess?” he asked, voice gravely and deep. A voice that could wheedle any woman out of her panties, I assumed.
“Mi—Stephanie,” I lied. Stephanie was my mom’s name. The more I thought about it the more I realized how stupid it was. Who wanted their potential sex partner calling out their mother’s name during sex? Way to go, Missy.
I just didn’t want anyone to know who I really was.
His ice blue eyes drifted over my face and down to the scoop of my dress before slowly coming back up to meet my gaze. No inkling of regret or embarrassment for checking me out. Straightforward.
“I’m Paxton,” he said before looking over my shoulder at Valeria. My heart started to jackhammer in my throat. It wouldn’t have been the first time someone had chosen to approa
ch Valeria over me, whether it was my ‘doesn’t put out’ status at school or not.
“I’m Valeria,” she said, offering him her hand. He shook it and turned his attention back to me.
“You want to dance, Stephanie?’
Did I? I nodded and took his hand when he offered it to me. It was calloused at the fingertips and the thought of his hands running over my skin made my thighs weak. I could only imagine what he could do with those hands.
With my hand in his, he made his way to the floor, maneuvering through the gyrating crowd that parted easier for him than me. Once we’d made it into the center of the crowded tile floor, he pulled me closer using our linked hands and dropped both hands down to my hips.
It felt like his palms were fire and searing my skin until he pulled me closer and his breath began to hit my face. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice gentle yet gritty. “Why haven’t you been dancing with anyone?”
My tongue felt like sandpaper. “I—I was dancing with Valeria.” But I was sure he meant someone of the opposite sex.
He watched me closely, eyes dropping to my parting lips. “I saw,” he said.
He saw? He was watching me? My skin heated when he smiled down at me. “Are you nervous, Stephanie?”
Yes, how can he tell? I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, nervous habit, and Paxton pulled me closer to his chest, my nipples grazing him. The contact made my stomach twist, but Paxton’s calloused thumb sliding across my bottom lip, untucking my lip from my mouth made everything else fade into the background.
“Don’t do that, Sweetheart or I’ll help you out next time.”
Mush. My brain was mush. I watched him watch me as we swayed to the music until the song changed, and he turned me around until my ass was pressing against his front. Heat swarmed my body and I was thankful for the darkness to hide my blush.
His hips guided me to a steady beat while his right arm, covered in tats that I was dying to look at, snaked around me and pulled me closer to him. His breath slid over the skin of my neck as he whispered the words of the song into my ear. A soft moan left my lips, and I doubted he could hear it over the music but his fingers gripped my hip tighter.
“Do you want to get out of here?” he whispered gently against my neck, his lips a hairbreadth away from my waiting skin.
Every part of my body burned for him to touch me. Was I ready to go? I was. Completely and totally ready.
I slowly nodded and in the same moment it took me to agree he was dragging me off the floor and toward the EXIT.
Everything around me was a blur. The only thing I could focus on was Paxton dragging me from the club. My heart beat wildly in my chest as we exited through the door and out into the humid air.
Paxton’s grip tightened and then I was pushed against the wall. His ice blue eyes studying my face—my mouth. Sliding the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, my sex clenched.
“I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth, Stephanie,” he whispered.
Stephanie. Who is Stephanie? I would have giggled if my lower region wasn’t screaming for him to just kiss me already!
“Then do it,” I whispered back. I would have blamed it on the alcohol like every other girl at the club but I hadn’t had any. The drunkenness wasn’t from anything other than him.
If to torture me, a dark smile lifted from the corner of his lips and his eyes dropped to my panting mouth. It seemed like hours but probably wasn’t longer than a few seconds before he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
The hand on my mouth cupped my jaw and forced my lips upward for a better angle. His other hand trailed down my side to cup my ass before lifting me up onto his hips and pressing me against the wall.
“You taste so sweet,” he mumbled, swiping his tongue against the crease of my mouth for access. Cool metal slid across and my adrenaline skyrocketed. A piercing, and I liked it.
I opened, welcoming his tongue and tightening around him when I felt a growl vibrate in his chest. “Sugar,” he mumbled against my mouth. I had no idea what that meant but I was on fire, and didn’t care.
All rational thought was seeping from my ears, and everything now was taking over. I wanted him deeper, more and more. I wanted him all. And I didn’t care that I was hooking up with a guy outside of a club.
His fingers dug into my ass, and he pulled away, resting his forehead against my own. “Sugar,” he whispered. “I want to make sure we’re on the same page, which by that kiss I’m assuming we are but, I want to take you home tonight and fuck you senseless. Got it?”
Did I ever? I bit my tongue to keep from screaming when he leaned down and nipped at my jaw, then neck. How was I supposed to answer with him doing that? The metal from his tongue ring slid up the length of my neck and then back down.
“Answer me,” he said.
“Yes,” I whimpered out, my vision blurry from the commotion going on between my legs. I needed a release and Paxton was going to give it to me.
He lowered his hand and let my legs fall to the ground, while he nipped up to my bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth. My legs were jelly beneath me.
Click.
My brows furrowed, I could hear something but his mouth was too hot and all over me.
Click.
What was that?
Click.
I pried one eye open and stared over Paxton’s shoulder. A guy with a camera was standing behind us snapping pictures with his cellphone.
I stilled. Why was he taking pictures? Had he recognized who I was? “What’s wrong?” Paxton whispered in my ear. “You change your mind?”
No, I hadn’t. Nothing was going to ruin this for me.
I shook my head. “Take me to your place.”
And he did.
***
He lived about three blocks from my dad’s house on Madison. The neighborhood was gated and really nice.
The ride was quiet as we both panted in anticipation. I was losing my virginity! I text Valeria and told her where I was which earned me a text with specific instructions on what to do.
I rolled my eyes and shoved it into my purse. Who could read at a time like this? I was literally shaking with anticipation. I knew there were things we talked about me doing, but I couldn’t focus on anything. I felt like combusting.
When his truck turned off, I looked up and saw a nice garden home sitting in front of me. The lights were off and no other vehicles were there so I figured he lived alone.
Good.
He opened the door for me and helped me out of his truck. I wondered how many girls he’d taken home from the club and to his house. If I had to have guessed, I would have said many. I didn’t know anyone that would have resisted that boyish smile and piercing blue eyes.
When he opened the front door, he ushered me inside and immediately latched onto my neck and kissed me.
And before I knew it, he was carrying me up the stairs to what I assumed was his bedroom. My mouth was too busy sucking on his tongue to notice we were already in his room. My back hit his bed and I sank into the dark chocolate covers around me.
He stood over me, eyes pinning me to his bed before he reached behind him and drug his shirt over his head, the way only men do.
Crap. Crap. Crap. The hard lines of his jaw were nothing compared to the lines in his stomach, rippling muscles and jagged hips bones. He was definitely Rocker Hercules. Those tattoos I’d been admiring had friends on his chest which was a guitar with stars surrounding it. He plays guitar. That’s where those calloused fingertips came from.
“Like what you see, Princess?” he asked, dragging his thumb against the corner of his mouth.
I nodded slowly. His light eyes darkened and he dropped to his knees in front of me. Oh, goodness. The tip of his finger trailed from my knee, under my dress and up to my drenched panties. I should have been embarrassed by how wet I was but I didn’t care.
He cupped my hip before ripping my panties down my thighs and over my ankles. Closing my eye
s, I relaxed into the touch of his hand as it went higher and higher until he was rubbing those calloused fingers against my drenched folds.
He growled and clutched the bed beside me. “Sweetness, you’re so fucking wet. Do I make you wet, baby?”
I nodded but remembered that he couldn’t see my face and whimpered out a pathetic, “Yes.”
Slowly, he slid my dress up past my hips, spread me wide with his hands and lowered himself toward my core. His facial hair scraped the insides of my thighs until he buried his mouth into me.
I arched my back and squealed when his tongue ring slid against me and rubbed across my clit. Oh, God. Is this what all oral sex feels like? No wonder we had so many teen pregnancies.
He groaned, and brought both hands up to cradle my ass and tilt my pelvis to give him better access. “You taste so good,” he mumbled into me while lapping at my wetness over and over again, his tongue ring pressing hardly against my clit.
I was withering away into nothing on his bed and bucking against his face. I prayed he didn’t know I’d never had this done to me before. His tongue lapped harder at me, and when he slid his index finger into me and bit down on my clit, I screamed.
It was more like I screamed bloody murder, gripping onto that dirty blond hair and squeezing his hair tighter while he sucked at me.
My first orgasm during sex. I had my first orgasm, and then I knew what people were talking about. It was fantastic.
Paxton’s grip on me tightened and he pulled himself from the floor. Breathing hard, I glanced up and saw the smile on his face. My juices were shining from the moonbeams cascading from his window and my cheeks burned knowing I’d came in his mouth.
And he’d eaten it like ice cream.
He kept his eye contact as he undressed, sliding his low-slung jeans down his hips and over his ankles. When his finger hooked underneath the waistband of his underwear, a smile crawled up his face before he slid them down.
My breath caught. I hadn’t seen a penis in person, only what I’d seen in movies and anatomy books at school, but he looked so, so big.
