Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  “Oh, Ferris… you’re making me so hot for you, baby.” She whimpered as his fingers pinched her sensitive clitoris, sending a wave of pleasure through her.

  His fingers slipped in deeper into her wetness and he wiggled them inside, making her gasp and hug his neck. She whimpered into his ear, nibbling at the succulent lobe. She heard the distinct sound on his pants unzipping and looked down. Standing up straight, peeking up at her with its one angry eye was his full blown erection. Her eyes went wide at the size and thickness of it. Ten inches of rock hard meat for sure, and though she had experienced big ones before, none of them was anywhere near this thick. She could barely get her fingers around the girth as she took a grip, bracing herself for the hardest rocking ride of her life.

  “Looks like you want something more substantial than these three fingers in you, ‘ey?” He sang into her ear, his rich and throaty voice making her knees go weak.

  “Yes, Ferris.” She almost wept. “I want that beautiful meat inside me… I want it so bad.”

  “Your every wish, my love, is my command.” He whispered and kissed her cheek. “Ferris Lacer is going to rock your world.”

  “Yes! Yes! Oh, Yes!” She all but screamed.

  His strong arms lifted her up and Kelley moved her hips, rising up over his lap to have him guide his stout cock into her hot and dripping pussy. His awesome fingers did a great job making her ready for the outrageous organ, but then she had been wet for him ever since she left the show the night before. She closed her eyes and sighed, arching her back as she felt every bit of the thick roll of meat being pushed into her, filling her up, stretching her to the limit. This was an experience she had never expected in her wildest dreams and she more than wanted to live every second of it.

  She felt a thrill rush through her body as his barrel of a cock stretched her pussy wide, throbbing wildly inside her. Her senses went into overdrive as her body felt more alive than ever. Sensual impulses she had never known with anyone else came to life, blossomed and exploded inside her. She clenched her belly hard, tightening her grip on his pulsing cock with her hungering pussy. His groans of pleasure told her that her older lover was enjoying this as much as she was. Lacer kissed her lips and her chin as she straddled him, bouncing hard up and down on his monumental erection. His hands gripping her ass felt so good, his talented fingers squeezing and digging in hard heightened her pleasure further.

  Oh, Ferris… oh, baby…” She moaned, grasping at his dark locks of hair and trailing her fingers over his bristled jawline. “Oh, baby… this is so… so fucking good.”

  “I love you, baby. I’m in love with you.” Lacer looked passionately into her feverish eyes, “I mean it, Kelley… I mean it more than anything ever. I want you for ever and ever, baby… you are mine, never going to let you go.”

  “Ohhh, Ferris.” She shut her eyes tight, her mind lost in the throes of ecstasy. “Shut the fuck up… and keep fucking me… oh, fuck me… oh, god, yes!”

  The Rock Star thrust his hips upward with intensity, escalating the rhythm up a few notches as her tight young body bounced wildly on his lap. She felt his cock thicken even more, if that was even possible. It pushed outward against her tightness, making her feel bloated and full. The sensation sent waves of electricity running through her, making her cry out and yank his face down over her breasts. She arched her back, grinding her hips harder against him as she mashed her breasts over his gasping face.

  Her orgasm left her breathless, coming in intense waves she had never before experienced. Her young body shuddered with ecstatic release and she clung to him for dear life, burying his face between her heaving breasts. Her hot juices gushed all over Lacer’s hard cock, triggering his orgasm. Groaning out loud, his voice deep and guttural, he called out her name and as his load erupted into her. Dizzied by the force of his detonation deep inside her, she saw stars of every color and brightness. Lightheaded and lost in ecstatic bliss, Kelley giggled hysterically into his rising kiss.

  “Oh, yeah, baby.” Lacer panted into her face. “Ferris Lacer’s done it again… another great performance.”

  “Best one ever.” Kelley slurred drunkenly as he nibbled her ear.

  “That was just the show opener, babe.” Lacer kept kissing her face. “This rocker’s got a lot more numbers to play on you…”

  “But you’ve got an arena full of fans waiting for you outside.”

  “A minor detail, baby.” He said as he stood up and stuffed his cock back into his pants. “A few hours, and after that… you’re not going to be a writer for a music lifestyle anymore… you’re going to live it.”

  Kelley couldn’t help feeling overwhelmed. Not only had Hard Rock music made her change her views on the music of her choice, it had changed her life altogether. She watched him slip out of the door, ready to go out and rock the stage. Could it be true? Did her really mean it when he said that he would never let her go? Why would he not? She could feel that there was certainly more than just a sexual connection there between them. She was sure of it.

  Adjusting her clothes and patting her hair back into place, she slipped out of the little corner room and silently made her way around the back of the stage. It felt exciting walking with a fresh load of hot cum inside her, some of it trickling down her legs. Kelly just loved it. It was the best experience of her life and something told her that it wouldn’t be the only one.

  She took her place in the wings as the band’s explosive act took centre stage. She felt strange now, staring at Ferris Lacer perform. He wasn’t just some rocker now doing his thing on stage. He was someone she knew intimately. He was her lover, her friend and possibly even more. A sense of pride filled her heart as she watched him get into his posturing Rock God persona. Her pussy tingled, filling her with renewed lust for him, even with his love juice sloshing inside her.

  “…and now, Grasonville, a new song I wrote just last night… inspired by a special someone I found right here in your own city.” Ferris Lacer announced to the baying crowds. “A song about falling in love when you least expect it.”

  Kelley felt a sudden chill descend all over her. What was he talking about? He couldn’t be talking about them. He just couldn’t. Did her write a song about her, about them …staying up all of the night before? But how could he know she would… she would be… feeling the same way. But he would, wouldn’t he? He had a whole world more of experience with life than she did. But oh, how she wished he wasn’t talking about then, and how she also wished that he was.

  “But before we play this new song for you…” The Rock Star yelled into his microphone. “I present the special someone that inspired me to write it. Please… put your hands together now, for one of your own, Grasonville, and welcome to the stage… the talented and wonderful Miss Kelley Rails.”

  A deafening roar erupted from the over seventy thousand crowd and Kelley felt a lump form in her throat. Was this what he meant when Lacer said he would change her world, from writing about music to living it? She looked at him from the wings holding out his hand to her, his eyes shining as he smiled warmly. She shivered and took the first bold step into the strobe lit stage. A sense of otherworldliness came over her as she took her lover’s hand. He drew her closer to him and kissed her in front of the capacity crowd of the football stadium.

  A sense of wonder filled her heart as he held on to her and the band began to play the opening bars of what sounded like another powerful rock ballad. And this one was about them, about Ferris and her. About her. She looked at Lacer as he began to sing; finally comprehending what it felt like to be in the limelight. It was a most exhilarating feeling, one she could certainly get accustomed to.

  Story 15

  Chapter One: Radio Static

  The hot Texas sun spilled over the beautiful blue sky as Sadie rode her Appaloosa stallion, Mist, across the flat terrain. She used a handkerchief to mop the sweat from her face, adjusted her Stetson, sat straighter in her saddle, and prayed that something, or someone would happen
along her path to ease some of the uneasiness she felt. It always made her shoulders ache, that tenseness that never quite left her body. She was always on alert, always ready for the next accident or mishap to come her way. It wasn’t the best way to live, but she was well used to it by now.

  Just as she crested the small hill that barely passed as more than a mound she heard her radio chirp. Finally, she thought. “Dr. Hamilton?”

  “This is Sadie,” she responded.

  “Hey doc, we just got a call from the Deuces Ranch. Reece Jackson is having chest pains. His foreman said he wasn’t keen on having you called out, but he thought it was best under the circumstances.”

  “Do we have an up-to-date file on Mr. Jackson?”

  “No. He’s never been in to see you that I know of. His last file update was when Doc Watson was still the town doctor.”

  “Well that’d explain it,” Sadie muttered. “Alright, start a file on Mr. Jackson, I’ll pass on any information I can once I check on him. I’m not far from that homestead so I’ll just head over on Mist.”

  “Copy,” Stacey said and then the radio went eerily silent again. Sadie nudged Mist into a gallop letting her hat fall back as the wind kissed her face. She thought back on Doctor Watson. He’d been elderly when she’d worked with him as a teenager. He’d nurtured her love of doctoring and encouraged her to finish her medical schooling, even footing her last two years when her finances dried up. He’d said the town needed a good doctor and made her promise to come back and take over his practice. She’d agreed and they’d made the transition seamlessly nearly five years ago. If Reece Jackson hadn’t had a checkup in five years she was thankful all he had was chest pains. Still, it wasn’t anything to sneeze at. Chest pains could be caused by any number of things, especially a heart attack.

  Pulling up to the ranch, Sadie slowed her mount and tied him to the nearest post. Giving his neck an affectionate rub, she grabbed her medical bag and headed up to the porch. Before she could knock on the door, a short, stocky, Mexican opened it. “Hello. I’m looking for Mr. Jackson?”

  “Si,” the man smiled. “He is right this way.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Are you the foreman for this ranch?”

  “Si,” the man smiled again. Sadie did a quick sweep of the beautifully decorated foyer. Its huge oak wood beams glistened and spoke of the craftsmanship that went into building the large main house. Apparently Mr. Jackson had invested considerably in this home. Either that or the person he bought it from had done so.

  Sitting on a sofa with his caramel colored hair spilling through his fingers sat Mr. Reece Jackson. His black, long-sleeved shirt pulled at the seams and stretched tight over a broad back and well-sculpted biceps. Next to him on the couch sat his white Stetson hat and a calico colored cat. A beautiful Eurasier with his own caramel colored coat lay at the man’s feet.

  ***

  Reece had heard the call go out for the doctor. No matter that he’d said not to call her. He’d thought seriously about firing Ignacio, but didn’t have the heart. The man had worked for him for the last seven years after all. Even if he was just relying on the man’s loyalty it’d be enough to secure his job.

  “Mr. Jackson?” came the woman’s smooth voice. Reece was no stranger to Sadie Hamilton’s charms. She didn’t flaunt them outright, but the woman had them in spades. Everything about her was made to lure, even if she wasn’t trying. The trouble with women like Sadie was that a man couldn’t tell when they were trying and when they weren’t. Of course it didn’t matter to him much, not with Sarah so recently departed from his life. Even if it’d been his choice, her decision to leave still would have burned a bit. The fact that she’d spread vicious rumors around town about him wasn’t helping the issue either. She called his name again and Reece sighed.

  Looking up into stormy gray eyes, Reece wondered if they matched her attitude, or if the attitude made her eyes change on at her whim. “I understand you’ve been having chest pains. Would you mind if I gave you a checkup and asked some questions about what caused your pains to start?”

  “I won’t hear the end of it until you do so I might as well give my consent.”

  She didn’t flinch at his gruff answer, something Reece had come to expect of the fairer sex. The only women he ever came into contact with were always primping, always worried about their hair or how their face looked. From the look of Sadie Hamilton today, and most days come to think of it, she couldn’t have given a rat’s ass what anyone thought.

  “You’ve been out riding,” Reece said when she stepped close enough for him to smell her. The mixture of horse and woman was about as exotic and intoxicating as smells came. The horse he was used to, the woman, well, she didn’t smell much like the women he was used to. Perhaps that’s why he found himself grinning like a loon. “I heard Ignacio, my foreman, mention your Appaloosa. He says it’s a beautiful animal.”

  “Mist belonged to Doctor Watson. I bought him as part of my practice when I took over his duties in the town. No, back to you. Ignacio says that your chest pains started while you were feeding the livestock?”

  “I was lifting the bags of feed down from the loft. The first pang was quick and sharp, but eventually subsided. It was when they didn’t go away that I knew something was different, off.”

  Sadie finished his vitals, wrote them down for his chart, and smiled. “The good news is that it’s not a heart attack. You, Mr. Jackson, have a severe case of acid reflux. I’m going to prescribe a daily acid reducer and recommend you look into changing your diet a little. Even just tweaking it a little can help considerably. A shot of milk can also help if the acid causes heart burn.”

  “Are you laughing?” Reece ground out as the pain radiated along his ribs.

  “No,” Sadie chuckled. “I’m sorry. I’m usually more controlled than this. It’s just…you look so pitiful and your men were so worried. I’m actually glad you have someone out here that cares enough to disobey you.”

  “Yeah well, I’m thinking about giving him away.”

  “Keep him, he’s worth it.”

  ***

  Sadie wrote out the prescription and handed it to Reece who was now standing and walking around slowly. Some color had returned to his cheeks, although Sadie couldn’t tell if it was because he felt better or because he was embarrassed.

  “One a day in the morning preferably. You should be right as rain.”

  “How much do I owe you, doc?” he asked. She’d seen some hunky men in her time, but none quite as handsome as Reece Jackson. That boyish smile, when added to his gorgeous hair and shockingly blue eyes was enough to have any woman swooning. She wasn’t immune to his obvious good looks just because of her profession.

  “I’ll send you a bill once I get back to my office,” Sadie smiled. “I’ll also expect you in for a complete checkup within the week. I’ll give you time to get that antacid in you first and see how it works for you. If it doesn’t let me know and we’ll find one that does.”

  “Thank you,” he smiled. Sadie accepted his outstretched hand and smiled when he shook it. “Do you mind if I walk you out and get a look at your horse?”

  “Not at all,” she agreed. He let her proceed him out and was pleasantly surprised that someone had brought Mist right up to the porch for her.

  “I water him, ma’am,” Ignacio said, his accent thick and beautiful.

  “Gracias,” she returned. She watched the foreman tip his hat and say something in Spanish to Reece. She waited for Reece to respond and then turned to step into the saddle. It was when those big hands slipped around her waist that Sadie went deadly still.

  “I won’t bite, Miss Hamilton,” he chuckled. The sound rumbled in his chest before it escaped so that the sound traveled down her spine and made her ache to be closer to him. “It just seemed like Mist might be a bit tall for you to mount without a step or helping hand.”

  “I do alright,” Sadie lied. Truth be told she hadn’t been able to mount him with
out that step. Not until today. When she was finally sitting straight in the saddle she look down at him. “Thanks.”