Rock All Night (The Rock Star's Seduction #2)

by Olivia Thorne

  He groaned as I stroked him, then pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

  “Do you remember what I said when we walked in here?”

  I searched my brain, but my extreme level of lust at the time must have interfered with my memories.

  Not to mention my growing level of lust now as I held his cock in my hand.

  “I said I wanted the night we should’ve had four years ago…” I recalled.

  “That’s right. Did you get it?”

  I smiled and kissed him. “…yeah.”

  He smiled back, but it was a lot more dangerous… and, dare I say, hungry.

  “And now, I get to do whatever I want to you,” he whispered huskily.

  And he did.

  Boy, did he ever.

  44

  First he flipped me roughly onto my front side, so that my back was facing up. He licked the small of my back, then moved down, even lightly biting my ass. Not enough to hurt, just enough to freak me out.

  Nobody had ever bitten my ass before.

  “Derek!” I gasped, then felt him lift up my hips so my face was on the bed and my ass was in the air.

  Then I felt his tongue between my thighs, painting every inch of me with his wet, hot tongue.

  “Derek!” I said louder, shocked, then groaned as his tongue slipped inside my pussy.

  There were a few seconds of ecstasy, and then his tongue was back outside – and moving back where it shouldn’t have been.

  “DEREK!” I cried out in shock as his tongue slipped inside my ass.

  But I didn’t exactly stop him.

  I kept warring between Holy shit I should stop him and Oh my GOD I can’t believe he’s doing that and Unnnnnnhhhh I can’t believe how good that feels when I heard the crinkle of another foil packet.

  My eyes flew open.

  “Whoa – hey – unh-unh,” I said, trying to turn around, although it wasn’t that easy considering my face was in the bed, my ass was in the air, and a very wet, very soft part of him was in my ass.

  Then the hot, wet pressure disappeared, and I heard him chuckle. “Don’t worry… if I go there, we’re going to have to warm you up. And I’m not willing to wait.”

  “Willing to wait for whaaaooooh fuck,” I gasped as I felt the head of his cock press against my lips and slide inside my pussy.

  He didn’t pause – he just firmly entered me, sliding all the way until his cock was fully inside me, his hips against my ass.

  DAMN that was deep…

  Then he began to rock in and out of me, making sure I was wet enough, that I could take him without pain.

  And then he began to fuck me.

  Fuck YES he began to fuck me.

  He thrust in and out of me, faster, then slow, changing it up so that I was never able to guess what he’d be doing five seconds later. Sometimes he went deep, so deep – and sometimes he went shallow. Then he put his left leg on the side of my body, giving him a little extra leverage, and began to angle down.

  Which means he was stroking me right on my g-spot.

  Within seconds, I was moaning into the mattress and bunching up the sheets in my clenched fists.

  He would pull my hips back into him violently, my ass slapping his abs with a wet fleshy sound as he filled me up so good, again and again and again. I felt him lean over my body, his chest brushing against me, and then I felt his hand reach around my thigh.

  His fingers were slippery and wet, like he had licked them.

  And as he rocked inside me, he started touching my clit.

  “OH FUCK, DEREK,” I screamed into the mattress as his cock plunged deep into me at the same time his wet, slick fingers circled my clit, rubbing it, wetly slipping over the tip of it and shooting pleasure through my entire lower body.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Kaitlyn?” he growled as he kept fingering and fucking me at the same time. He was going slower now, owing to how his body was draped over mine. I could feel the weight of his upper body pressed against my back, and his mouth seemed close to my ear as he spoke. I couldn’t really tell for sure, though, since my face was buried in the bed.

  “Yes,” I moaned, halfway out of my mind with pleasure. I’d never really liked doggy-style before – but I’d never had doggy-style like this, that was for sure.

  “Then say it,” he whispered roughly, and I could feel his hard, muscular chest on my back, and the heat of his breath on my ear. He reached his other hand to the other side of my body, and burrowed underneath me until he found my nipple and squeezed it lightly between his fingers.

  One hand rubbing my clit… one hand squeezing my breast… and that glorious cock filling me up, grinding inside me, as his hard, firm body rocked over mine.

  “Fuck me,” I gasped.

  “What?” he asked, and I felt his hand move from my breast to the back of my head and lightly grasp the hair at the nape of my neck.

  “Fuck me,” I moaned.

  He pulled back firmly enough to lift my head up off the bed, controlling me, owning me as he continued to toy with my clit and still drive his cock inside me. “I couldn’t hear you.”

  “Fuck me, Derek,” I pleaded, my eyes closed from the bliss.

  “Say it like you mean it,” he growled.

  “Fuck me, Derek – fuck me hard!” I cried out, barely able to contain myself.

  Looking back, it was kind of demeaning – but it was fucking hot. I had never had somebody just take control of me like that, treating my body like a plaything, for his pleasure, whipping me into a frenzy because it amused him – pure masculine dominance, making me feel more feminine and more like a woman than any man ever had before.

  He let go of my hair and stopped stroking my clit, and moved back fully upright. There was a brief second where I was disappointed to feel him go – and then I wasn’t able to think anymore, because my whole body was overcome as he started slamming into me double-time, triple-time, his hips slapping against my ass, making me go “Ah – ah – ah – ah – ” with pleasure as he went deep, so fucking deep, and filled me up so good until I thought I would burst.

  And then suddenly he was roughly repositioning me, pulling me from my knees and face-down position onto my side – but his cock never came out of me. Just a few seconds of rearranging me as easily as if I were a doll, and then I was lying on my side looking up him through eyes I could barely keep open as I cried out in bliss.

  His face was contorted in lustful frenzy. I watched his muscles strain and bulge as he drove himself into me, his hand on my left thigh, pulling my body into his, his eyes focused like they were hypnotized on my breasts jostling and jiggling with each thrust as he slap, slap, slapped against me. A whole new barrage of sensations washed through me with this new position, his cock angled against my g-spot for one two three four five thrusts, then plunging deep inside me again.

  He looked from my breasts up into my eyes, and it was like he awakened out of the dream. He smiled the faintest bit, winked at me, then bent over my body and kissed me.

  I kissed him back, or tried to, our lips sliding wetly over each other as he kept thrusting deep and fast inside me, jostling my entire body, moving me up, then down as that thick pressure slammed into me again, filling me up, taking me higher and higher through a fog of pleasure that wouldn’t let me think anything but Don’t stop don’t stop DON’T STOP!

  Then he was manhandling me again, his powerful arms grabbing my legs and rotating me again on his cock, never coming out of me, so that I would up with my thighs against his muscled belly and my heels against his shoulders. Three seconds to reposition me, and then once I was in place, slap slap slap! he was driving into me again, his cock filling me up, and I had to close my eyes, it felt so good, my ass against his hips, my legs against his muscular torso, him holding onto my thighs as he drove himself into me.

  I was vaguely aware that I was moaning “Unh unh unh unh” with each thrust inside me, and then suddenly he was moving me again – leaning his body between my legs, his ches
t hovering over me as he forced his hands between my back and the bed and scooping me up. All the time, I remained on his cock, that thick delicious pressure never waning as pulled me into the air. Then my legs were around his waist, me finally looking him in the eyes as his rough hands clutched my ass. He backed me up against the wall, his cock driving into me, deeper, thicker, longer, harder, and he kissed me like an animal, full of want and blind desire, biting my lip as he fucked me sooooo good.

  After a few minutes of fucking me against the wall he stepped slightly backwards, and one hand left my ass and supported my spine. I could tell he wanted me to lean back, and as I did, his head came down, and his lips found one of my nipples as my breasts bobbed up and down as he thrust inside me. He began to suck, hard and ravenous and wet and hot as he fucked me, his other hand clutching my ass, his fingertips pressing into the skin between my pussy and my asshole, a delicious pressure. I felt the thick base of his cock driving in and out of my lips and the tips of his finger pressing deeper and harder between my legs, increasing the friction of my pussy around that thickness inside me. I was building and building, the wave coming faster and faster and higher and higher as he sucked me and fucked me and fondled me and clutched at me. Suddenly I was screaming at the top of my lungs as an orgasm tore through my body, doubling and tripling, too much, too intense, as his cock thrust in and out of me relentlessly, every thrust hitting every one of my contractions and making it that much more powerful, that much more all-consuming. All I could do was scream, the only release valve I had, the only way I had to deal with the blinding ecstasy, and then he was bellowing, an animal in heat. I felt his cock explode inside me, expanding, throbbing, pulsing. He staggered over to the bed and collapsed on top of me, both of our bodies bouncing on the mattress as he buried his face in my hair and roared like someone had shot him.

  I just lay there gasping for breath, my fingernails clutching his sweaty back, and felt my own contractions die away as I felt his cock deep inside me slowly pulse… once more… and then cease.

  “…oh… my… GOD…” I whispered into the darkness.

  He chuckled, then finally raised his head to look at me. His hair was damp with sweat, and the crazed insanity of his expression during sex (sex? That wasn’t ‘sex’ – that was fucking like animals) had given way to a blissed-out expression of peace and contentment.

  He had never looked more beautiful to me.

  “Just so you know…” I said, then paused.

  “Yes?”

  “…we are SO doing that again.”

  He laughed, then kissed me, his lips tasting of salt and sex and joy.

  45

  I awoke the next morning in Derek’s arms. I squinted blearily at the alarm clock by the bed.

  10:52AM.

  A pure jolt of adrenalin shot through my veins.

  “Oh my God, get up, get up!” I shouted, shaking him roughly awake.

  “Wha– wha’s wrong?” he asked groggily.

  I hit the floor running, collecting my clothes and throwing his at him as he continued to loll on the bed. “It’s almost check-out time! We’ve got to go!”

  He just lay there, looking at me like I was the strangest thing he had ever seen.

  “Get up!” I said, hastily pulling on my panties.

  “You did not just wake me up for that,” he said, his expression somewhere between amused and pissed.

  “They’re going to charge us for an extra day if we’re not out of here by 11!”

  “Kaitlyn,” he said in a tone of voice he probably reserved for small children and older folks missing a few marbles. “I’m a rock star. And a millionaire. The fuck do I care if they charge us another couple hundred bucks?”

  I was used to looking for pennies and dimes in my kitchen drawer to buy Ramen noodles for dinner.

  But when he put it that way…

  “I… um…”

  “Come here,” he said, grinning, and held out his hand.

  I walked over to him, feeling just the tiniest bit stupid.

  He pulled me down onto him roughly. I shrieked a little, surprised and happy.

  “Now,” he growled as he pulled at my panties, “how ‘bout we get these off you?”

  We wound up sweaty and wrapped in the sheets on the floor.

  Waaaaaaay past check-out time.

  46

  After a long, hot shower (and paying an extra $145.57 for missing checkout time), we left the hotel. I was feeling a little self-conscious without any makeup on – but since everything was back in my purse on the tour bus (along with my phone, and wallet, and computer, and just about my entire life), there was nothing to be done about it.

  Derek noticed, though. “Why are you acting all weird?”

  “Because I look terrible!”

  “You look hot.”

  “Liar – ”

  But then he grabbed me right there in front of the hotel and planted an enormous kiss on me that made me weak in the knees.

  I didn’t mind the ‘no makeup’ thing so much after that.

  On Derek’s insistence (and because my grumbling stomach didn’t put up much of a fight), we walked to the nearest diner and slid side-by-side into a booth.

  Before we’d even ordered breakfast, though, I started to get my first real inkling of just how famous Derek was.

  For one, the thirty-something waitress freaked out when she realized who she was serving, and asked if she could get a picture with him. He graciously complied.

  Then I noticed at least four other nearby customers taking pictures of him with their smart phones.

  I expected it in settings like a rock concert. I mean, after all, thousands of people had paid to come see him. Of course they were going to lose their minds if he walked by (or jumped in their convertible, as we’d done last night).

  And fancy hotels with paparazzi camped outside? Same general principle.

  But now we were back in the real world, and people were still losing their minds.

  “Doesn’t that bother you?” I asked.

  “What?”

  “The constant…”

  I was about to say attention, and then I remembered who I was talking to.

  He thrived on attention.

  So I changed it a little.

  “…feeling that you’re on display in a zoo, and everybody’s looking at you.”

  He laughed. “That’s very Slaughterhouse-Five of you.”

  For those who don’t know, Slaughterhouse-Five is probably the most famous book by Kurt Vonnegut. Although it’s an anti-war story about the firebombing of Dresden during World War II, it’s also a science fiction novel. Among other insane plot points, the main character and a woman he’s never met get abducted by aliens and put in a zoo on the aliens’ home planet, where the extraterrestrials watch them exactly like humans would watch a pair of chimpanzees in a cage here on Earth.

  And, yeah, I did have Slaughterhouse-Five in mind when I said it.

  Figures that Mr. ‘I’m a rock dude but I know the collected works of Chaucer’ would call me out on a Kurt Vonnegut allusion.

  “Aren’t you so smart,” I said.

  “Don’t they call that plagiarism?”

  “Allusions aren’t plagiarism, jackass.”

  He laughed. “Touchy, touchy.”

  “I’ll show you touchy,” and I launched into a tickle-attack.

  He turned it right back on me, though, and had me almost crying with laughter in seconds.

  “Okay, okay, cut it out, you win,” I gasped.

  “You know, tickling led to something else last night,” he purred in my ear.

  “Yeah, not gonna happen,” I said, smacking his roaming hands.

  “We could really get all Slaughterhouse-Five,” he teased me.

  By the way, in that alien zoo? The two characters were naked. And though they started out strangers, they eventually ended up having sex. And since they were always on display, they basically had to have sex in front of an audience.
r />   I assumed that was what he was referring to.

  “NO,” I said forcefully.

  He grinned. “I never get to have no fun…”

  “You’ve had plenty of fun, mister. And you didn’t answer the question.”

  “Oh, is this Journalism Time?” he asked mockingly.

  “Yeah,” I taunted him right back, “this is Journalism Time.”

  He looked around at the various restaurant patrons obviously whispering about us and trying to surreptitiously take pictures.

  “Enh,” he shrugged. “You get used to it. Besides, I love getting up on stage – this is just kind of an extension of that.”

  “Speaking of getting up on stage, Miles is going to kill us,” I said worriedly.

  “He’s going to kill you. I’m his meal ticket,” Derek joked.

  “This isn’t funny – we have to call them – ”

  “Alright, alright. After breakfast, okay? Let me have that much time alone with you, at least.”

  Awwwww…

  I melted a little bit, and didn’t mention Miles again until after we left the restaurant.

  47

  I brought the band’s manager back up as we walked out of the diner and down the street. We were passing by a car dealership, and it was hard to keep Derek’s attention with all the pretty, shiny things on display.

  “Derek, we have to call Miles,” I pleaded.

  “I can’t,” he said as he walked over to a beautiful, gleaming sports car.

  “What do you mean, you can’t?”

  “I don’t know his phone number.”

  “What?!”

  “I don’t have everybody’s phone number memorized.”

  “He’s your manager! If you’re not going to carry a cell phone, shouldn’t you at least know his number?!”

  Derek shrugged again. “He always finds me. I never want to find him.”

  I was really starting to get worried now. “Derek, we have to let them know where we are – ”

  “We should get a car,” he announced, apropos of nothing.

  “…what?”

  “We have to get to San Diego for the show, right?”

  “Yeah, but – ”

  “So let’s get a car.”