Unplugged: A Bad Boy Rockstar Romance

by Valentine, Sienna

  I leaned closer to her, and felt our thighs connect beneath the cramped space of the bar. She didn’t move away. “I like your shirt,” I said, close to her ear. Her flowery scent hit my nose like a dream.

  That half-grin appeared on her lips again, and she tilted her head toward me. When she finally met my gaze, I wasn’t ready for it; not for those big, full blue eyes, like enormous crystal pools you could dive right into. Coupled with her pale skin and bright red lips, she was like a doll come to life. A shock ran down my spine and between my legs. For a moment, my chest was actually too tight to draw a breath.

  She ran her eyes over the tattoos on my bare chest and replied, “I like yours, too.” Her grin went from something shy and curious to a full, seductive come-on that only made me harder than I already was.

  I smiled back at her, and the pale skin on her neck and chest flushed with heated arousal. A delicious future was laying itself out in front of me in my mind. “That’s from their ’99 tour, right?”

  She nodded immediately. “I still have my disposable camera photos. Our stop was the first one after Kip set his hair on fire trying to do that drunk fire breathing bullshit, so he looks like a charred corpse in all of them, but he said it was worth it.”

  Whoa. I did not see that coming. The Rising End was a foundational band, underground but still big enough that normies knew their name. Part of me expected to hear she just swung by Hot Topic two weeks ago to pick up some knockoff version of it. But not this chick. Looking closer now I could tell the shirt was old, loved, well-worn; faded from years of washing; a few tiny holes near the seam where she’d probably had to pull it down when it got messed up in a pit.

  She wasn’t a groupie, and she wasn’t some bullshit poser. This chick was the real deal.

  She had no idea how excited and blazingly horny I felt listening to her talk about my scene like that. I rubbed my thigh against hers, and smiled to myself when the slightest pressure returned. “I would really love to see those pictures.”

  She looked over at my face again and smiled, a sweet one this time. “Is that you inviting yourself to my place? Pretty ballsy.”

  “Oh, I don’t think we need to go that far out of the way to take care of business, do we?”

  Heat rose in my loins when she didn’t retract, but flushed red, her smile growing. She turned back to her beer, quiet for a few moments, like she was thinking.

  She got me rock hard when she replied in a throaty voice, “It has been a while since I fucked in a club.”

  That was it. I had to have this chick, and I had to have her right fucking now. My dick could barely stand her hotness, the feel of her soft, thin thigh against mine. I stared at her until she turned back to look at me.

  “What?” she said, self-conscious, as I ran my gaze all over her face and neck. When I stopped on her ruby red lips, they pursed in a delicate little o-shape as she let out a knowing sigh.

  I didn’t have a rational thought in my head. I took one of my hands and cupped her jaw underneath her hair. When she didn’t pull away, I urged her toward me until those gorgeous lips met mine, open ever so slightly, teasing me with her hot breath and soft, wet tongue.

  Her kiss sent something rocketing through my nerves that I had never felt before. Not with past girlfriends; not with the hottest groupies. In a millisecond my kiss went from a teasing preview to hungry devouring, like I had been starving for her taste my whole life and never known it. Judging by how fiercely she returned it, I wasn’t the only one who felt it. I ran my left hand up her denim-clad thigh, reaching almost to the soft heat between her legs. I felt her gasp against my mouth, felt the vibrations of a moan in her kiss. It only made me moan back at her and squeeze her thigh with aching hunger.

  When we pulled away, it felt like we had been kissing for hours. Her pale skin flushed with heat; her big blue eyes were bright with anticipation and arousal. “I’m Laurel,” she said quietly

  “Noah,” I said, though she probably already knew that. I ran my thumb along the skin at her jaw. It was like porcelain.

  “You’re a damn fine kisser, Noah,” she said.

  “I’m damn fine at a whole range of other things, too,” I said. I could hear the lust in my own voice as I pulled her face close to mine again. “I’d love to show you just how good.”

  Laurel looked in my eyes and smiled. “Oh yeah?”

  I grinned back at her wickedly. I ran my hand up her thigh again, slower this time, purposely grazing a finger over her pussy with enough pressure that she could feel it through her jeans. Laurel moaned and closed her eyes under my touch, and made my dick so hard it ached.

  I pulled her lips against mine for a smaller kiss, and then whispered, “Meet me in the green room in three minutes.”

  I planted one more kiss before she could reply and then stood up from the stool, stealing one more glance her way before moving around the bar to look for Kevin. Laurel stared at me, smiling, her eyes devouring the muscles on my back and shoulders. I winked back and disappeared into the back room.

  Kevin was kneeling on the black rubber mats on the tile floor, struggling with a new keg that had been dented by the idiot delivery guy and wouldn’t stand up on its own. Immediately I got down and helped him secure the draft line on the spigot and get the stupid thing wriggled into its place under the counter. He patted me on the back as we stood up.

  “I need a favor,” I said.

  “Anything, dude, what’s up?” said Kevin, wiping his hands on the towel that was perpetually across his right shoulder.

  “I need the green room and, like, an hour of privacy.”

  Kevin smiled at me like I was a dog. “Not even home two weeks and you’re already gonna soil my green room with your conquests?”

  “Would you seriously say no to that girl?” I challenged him with a laugh.

  “Not on your fucking life,” he said with raised eyebrows. He dug in his pocket and handed me a key ring. “Last band’s about to go on, so they shouldn’t give you any grief about kicking them out.”

  “Like I’d give a fuck if they did,” I said, jingling the keys in my palm. “Thanks, Kev, I owe you.” I turned to leave the kitchen.

  Kevin’s voice followed me back out into the bar, a little too loudly. “Probably condoms in the drawer!”

  I rolled my eyes and continued on my quest. The Graveyard Club was a shithole, but even the worst of them had a spare room where bands could keep their gear locked up while they were here, and catch some peace and quiet before they all had to get crammed back in their tour buses and vans, smelling each other’s BO for weeks on end. Maybe the big rock star life had made me softer than I thought, but I sure as fuck did not miss that—or the leg cramps, or having to trade precious joints to the other dudes in the band to negotiate some time to fuck a groupie in the back without being messed with.

  I knocked on the green room door before I used my key, as a courtesy. Some skinny, dark-haired kid opened it up, and a cloud of pot smoke came wafting out from behind him. It made him look like he was a wizard teleporting into existence. “What?” he said, and then his eyes widened when he recognized me. That never got old. “Oh, fuck, dude.”

  “You guys are on in ten,” I said in my best authoritative voice. “Mind clearing your shit out of here?”

  The dude just stared at me for a minute like he was looking at a ghost. No one had seriously fucked with me yet or mentioned the festival, but this wasn’t the first time I’d seen fear on the face of someone who had no reason to fear me. It was more than annoying—it was insulting.

  I snapped two fingers in front of his face. “Yo, Cheech. You fucking hear what I said?”

  “You’re Noah Hardy,” he said.

  “Holy Christ.” I rolled my eyes. “Welcome to the present. Now gather up your band and clear the fuck out of this room.”

  “But we haven’t gone on yet!” said a high-pitched voice from inside the room. I looked over the kid’s shoulder and saw another skinny, brown-haired version
of him on the couch holding a smoking joint.

  Fine. You assholes wanna play? Let’s play. “You have exactly three minutes to get your shit on that stage and start your set, or there’s going to be a problem.”

  That might not have been my finest moment. Already I could hear Gavin’s scolding voice in my head, reminding me that threatening teenage hardcore bands was not the way to gain public sympathy. But the words were already out. It’s not the first time I spoke first and thought later. They only considered the stern expression on my face for a moment before deciding not challenge me. After that pause, they scrambled to life and started yanking guitars and drum thrones into their arms. One by one they filed out past me without looking me in the face again. I wasn’t too proud to admit that still felt pretty good.

  With the band gone, I did a quick sweep of the room, throwing their haphazard clothes and backpacks into corners and off the couch. The room’s ancient décor was from the 70s with its tacky leopard-print walls and enormous mirrors. I normally wouldn’t have even considered fucking anyone here, let alone someone as gorgeous as Laurel, on the cesspool of a couch that exists in a room like this; but desperate times called for desperate measures, and there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to pass up my chance to score with Laurel. Besides, the faded black leather seemed like the newest thing in this room, even if it would probably light up like a Christmas tree if we ever turned on a black light in here.

  As I pulled open one of the drawers to check that Kevin was right about the condoms, I heard a soft voice, a throat clearing. Laurel stood, leaning in the doorway, one hand on her delicate hip. She had a wicked grin on her beautiful red lips, still swollen from my kiss.

  My dick got instantly hard at the sight of her.

  She sarcastically checked the invisible watch on her wrist. “Time’s up, babe.”

  I smiled. This girl was my kind of trouble.

  ~ FOUR ~

  Noah

  Oh, this girl. Laurel. She didn’t have any idea what she was in for, standing in the doorway like she was Catwoman, giving me that sexy, red-lipped smirk.

  She had no idea that she was turning me on in ways I hadn’t felt in fucking years. And she was gonna pay for it.

  Box of condoms in my hand, I turned toward her and devoured her with my eyes. Those beautiful legs; that perky little ass; breasts just perfectly sized to fit in my mouth; that gorgeous, swan-white neck I couldn’t wait to bite; and most of all those lips, full and red. I wanted them smashed on mine; I wanted to see them around my cock.

  Laurel looked down at the condoms in my hand and raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing. “Just sliding straight for home, huh? No warming up the engine for you?”

  Slowly, shoulders squared, I walked across the room toward her, keeping my gaze locked on hers. Her smirk faded with every step, melting into a curious, startled heat. I stopped just in front of her in the doorway and leaned my tall frame over her face.

  Hot breath on the side of her neck, I said, “Get on the couch.”

  Laurel shivered and let out a breath. “W-What?”

  “I said, get on the couch.”

  She looked up and met my eyes, and I could feel it was a test. A challenge. She was looking for something. After a few moments, she blinked and moved past me obediently, sinking down into the faded black leather.

  I closed and locked the green room door, aware that Laurel was watching me with hungry eyes. It only made me harder for her. When I moved back to the couch, I stopped in front of her for just a moment, enjoying the view of her face hovering so close to my dick. There would be time for that later, though. There was only one thing I wanted right now.

  My lips swallowed the gasp of surprise she let out when I dropped to my knees to press them up against her own. Our kissing quickly became heated as we tried to devour one another, and her hands grasped at my shirt, desperately trying to pull it up and over my head. Instead of helping her, I pushed her against the couch with one hand and used my other to fumble for the fastener on her tight black jeans.

  Her kiss was so hungry, and as hard as I pushed against her she kept pulling me closer. Her passion turned me on in ways I hadn’t felt in a long fucking time, causing my cock to ache against the jeans confining it.

  Her pants finally open, I pulled away from her mouth long enough to wriggle them off her beautiful legs and become a pool of fabric on the floor. My lips returned to her flesh, causing her to writhe and gasp in response. She wanted this as much as I did.

  I kissed my way up her body until my lips were on hers again and one hand firmly kneading her breasts. Laurel bit my lip and ran her hands down my body until I could feel them near my dick, trying to get my jeans open.

  I swatted Lauren’s hand away with one of my own and shifted my hips out of her grasp. I squeezed her left tit tightly in my hand until she let out a little squeal against my mouth.

  “Not yet,” I said in a low growl against her lips. “I’ll take my dessert first.”

  The look in Laurel’s eyes set me on fire. She smiled, her lips still red from both her lipstick and my kisses. Without another word I leaned back on my knees and wrapped my hands around her slender hips, reaching underneath to cup her perfect ass. I brought my face close to her pussy while my hands rubbed and enjoyed her flesh. She moaned and wiggled under my touch.

  I yanked Laurel’s panties down over her ass and thighs, holding back just enough to ensure that the delicate fabric held together. She was all too happy to help me get them off her ankles. With one last aching kiss, I pushed her back into the couch before making my way back down to the sweet prize between her legs. Her folds were neatly manicured, with a tiny tuft of pale blonde hair that matched the style on her head. I felt my dick throb at the sight of it; a perfect little marshmallow on top of a sundae. Out of the corner of my eye I barely noticed the dark ink of a tattoo against her thigh, but next to the perfection that was her pussy, I didn’t care enough to investigate further.

  From outside the room in the club, the teen hardcore band began their set, smashing into a sloppy, old-school cut that rattled the walls. It was good timing, too. As soon as my mouth lowered onto Laurel’s gorgeous pussy, she started crying out loud enough that everyone in the bar would have heard her otherwise. But now her voice saying my name was just part of the din, and the mixture of hearing the two made me rock hard and eager to take this beautiful woman completely.

  I lapped at her folds like I was starving, sinking my tongue inside her before adding two thick fingers along with it. Her hips bucked against me as they massaged inside her, and when I felt them bottom out completely, I bent and licked at her sensitive clit with flat, even strokes. Laurel’s whole body tightened up in pleasure, grasping at the hair on my head, pushing my face harder against her aching wetness.

  I sucked at her clit until she came hard on my fingers, her body writhing, pulsing underneath me. Gently I thrust them between her wet, sensitive, lips a few more times, enjoying the feel of her post-orgasm trembles. When she was finally still, I slipped my fingers out and cleaned one off with my mouth.

  The other, I offered to her. Laurel smiled as I leaned up toward her on the couch, her hair already a mess, eyes and skin glowing. She took the finger I put to her lips without hesitation and sucked. I groaned as the sensation raced down to my dick, begging to take its place.

  “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” I said against her ear, so she could hear me over the music.

  Laurel’s smile was wicked. She pulled my face down into a ravenous kiss, and ran a hand down my body, squeezing my dick hard enough to draw a groan from my throat.

  “Why don’t you fuck me and find out?” she said.

  If that wasn’t a solid invitation, I didn’t know what was. I growled at her to remove her shirt while I stood up and all but tore off my jeans, finally releasing my diamond-hard cock from the confinement of pants and boxers. My body mass was put on the old fashioned way—no juicing for me, and no loss to my virility that went w
ith it. Laurel’s eyes widened as they devoured the sight of my cock, eight inches long, but thick and solid. I gave myself a few strokes and watched her lick her lips.

  “Lay back,” I said, gesturing with my hand. “Open up those sweet legs.”

  Laurel didn’t hesitate. She stretched out her beautiful body on the black leather couch and dangled one of her legs on the tall back, beckoning me. Her pussy still glowed with wetness from her orgasm. As I rolled on a condom, she reached down with her fingers and gently massaged her clit. The very sight of that made me swallow hard. I needed to get inside this girl. Now.

  I climbed on top of Laurel and rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit, teasing, as I leaned over and took her breasts in my mouth one at a time. She melted under my touch, her head rolling as if she were no longer in command of her muscles, yet her hands seem to have a mind of their own. They grasped at my shoulders, pulling me forward, begging me to enter her. Cock in one hand, I positioned it at her entrance and leaned up over her face so I could watch her expression the moment I pushed inside.

  “Fuck me,” she begged. My response was to push my cock into her pussy only a few inches, and her mouth opened in sweet surprise; women were never ready for the girth I had for them. Her back arched and head swung back at the sensation, and as it did I brought my mouth down to the skin on her neck and began to suck and nibble until I couldn’t take it anymore. I sank my teeth into her neck just as I drove the rest of my length into her wet core.

  Laurel nails dug into my back as my cock filled her, her hips bucking up to meet me as they took my every inch. Her pussy felt incredible, and so did the way she lapped at my skin with her tongue and teeth, the way she grabbed my hair and my ass to drive me deeper inside of her. While the heavy sounds of hardcore rocked the walls of the club, I fucked Laurel against that couch until I was almost to the edge.

  Without warning, I pulled out and lifted myself out of her arms. Her eyes flew open, and she made a soft sound of objection against my ear as my cock left her body too soon.