Rock Stars Do It Forever

by Jasinda Wilder

  "Jay...I'm gonna come..." Chase's voice was rough and thick.

  She couldn't summon coherency. "Yes...yes!" That was all the sense she could make as she rocked into his thrusts, her fingers a blur on her clit, teeth clamped on her lip so hard she tasted blood.

  Chase lost his rhythm, thrusts stuttering and frantic. He drew back, paused, and then slammed home hard enough that Jamie was bumped forward off-balance, then jerked back by his hands at her hips. She let him control her body, acquiescing willingly to his primality, his dominating power exactly what she wanted. He made a sound in his throat, and she felt his cock pulse. She came in that instant, screaming louder than she ever had, not caring who heard. The pressure was a tsunami roaring through her, magma rushing through her core, wave after wave clenching her muscles around his cock.

  He pulled back and then rammed into her again, throwing her forward, a sustained growl coming from his chest. She was pulled back again and felt another wave of orgasm rolling over her as he blasted into her ass a third time, and this one had them both screaming, his voice even louder than hers.

  She felt him thrust once more, softer now, and then a last, soft fluttering push, and then he was still. Jamie couldn't support her weight, not with arms or legs. She was still impaled by him, held up by his hands. She sobbed ragged breaths, whimpering.

  "Holy...fuck," Chase gasped.

  "Love you...so much," Jamie managed.

  She cried out when he began to draw out. He was achingly tender as he withdrew, and she wanted to cry out again when he left the bed and stumbled to the bathroom to toss out the condom and wash his hands. She murmured in pleasure when his heat and weight settled behind her, spooning her. She turned in his arms, and he cradled her close, holding tight for long minutes. Her lips turned up, touched his, and then she let tears of...everything...fall as she lost herself in his kiss.

  His hands roamed her back, her hip, her ass, her thigh. She bit his lip when he pulled back, sighing as his fingers tangled in her sweaty curls.

  "Did I hurt you?" Chase mumbled.

  Jamie took his face in her hands, fixed her eyes on his hesitant brown gaze. "No, love. No." She kissed him with all the affection and tenderness she had. "You were perfect. So incredible. I can't even describe what I just experienced. It wasn't just an orgasm, it was...a super-gasm."

  "Good. I kinda lost control." He sighed in relief. "I was worried I'd hurt you."

  Jamie reached down and curled her fingers around his softened cock, knowing his refractory period was almost over already. "I love that you lost control. Love it." She bit his chin, then kissed his shoulder, squeezing his cock in soft pulses, feeling him harden. "This time, though, I want it slow and gentle and soft. I want to ride you slowly. I'm gonna ride you until you come apart beneath me."

  Chase rumbled in laughter, leaving his fingers threaded in her hair, letting her touch him. "Damn, girl. You're insatiable."

  "Complaining?" Jamie asked, caressing him into full erection.

  "God..hell, no. I love that about you. I love that you initiate as much as I do." Chase tilted so he was on his back, drawing Jamie on top of him. She straddled him low on his thighs, leaning down over him so her breasts hung down to brush his chest. She kissed him, slowly at first, then losing herself in his mouth, the wonder of his hands on her skin. She sighed into the kiss as he thumbed her nipples into taut beads. She gasped when he shifted his hips so his pelvis applied pressure to her clit, which drove her nearly over the edge from the very start.

  Jamie arched her body away from his, fisting his rigid cock slowly and gently, then lifted up on her knees and pulled his shaft back toward her. He stilled, her breasts cupped in his palms, waiting. Jamie knelt above him with his crown poised at her nether lips. Her mouth was slightly open, her breath coming in shallow puffs, her gaze locked on Chase's. One hand propped her weight up on his chest, the other gripped his shaft at the base. His hands tensed, then relaxed, began roaming her body, sliding over her spine, clutching her hips briefly, grazing her face and tracing the line of her throat. She waited, waited, the very tip of him nestled between her labia. When his fingers darted down between their bodies to circle and carve and caress her clit, Jamie sank down on his thick length, abrupt and swift, without warning or preparation, moaning on an exhale as he filled her channel. She settled both hands on his shoulders, holding herself still at full impalement, drawing deep breaths, meeting his gaze with unrelenting vulnerability.

  She was lost to this man. She'd been telling the truth when she promised him she'd meet him at every show she could for as long as it took. Nothing mattered but him. She shifted her hips back and forth, settling him deeper, feeling so full of him, physically and emotionally, and wishing she could be even more filled by him, wishing she could drown in him, hold all of him within her body, let his essence merge with hers.

  Chase groaned, fluttering his hips in restrained thrusts, wanting to plunge up into her but holding back, relinquishing control to her. Jamie sat back, balancing on her shins, stretching his cock away from his body. He moaned, wincing as she pulled him as far away as he could go. He spread his palms on her thighs, fingers digging into the firm muscle and soft flesh. Jamie rose up with her thigh muscles, pulling him nearly out but not relaxing the stretching of his cock. She sank down and rose up once more, then began a slow rolling rhythm with her hips, rocking her core back and forth over his slick, solid shaft. He moaned continuously as she rode him, clutching her thighs and rocking into her.

  Jamie kept the pace slow and soft, balancing above him, her eyes locked on his, her hands resting on his on her thighs. Chase traced up her torso with one hand, cupped her full breast, and tweaked the nipple, causing her to gasp in pleasure. His other hand delved down between her thighs to where their bodies joined, one long finger lazily caressing her clit. Jamie began to pulse above him faster as he fingered her closer to climax, and she felt his stretched, strained cock begin to throb, saw the tension in the lines of his face and the veins in his neck. A crushing pressure ballooned into life within her, centered on her core, and it only built with every stroke of his fingers, every throbbing plunge of his thick shaft inside her soft, sex-slick slit. She was breathless already, and when she came, it was with a gasping, keening cry, arching backward. She clutched her breasts, one hand resting over Chase's, encouraging his caressing grasp. She rolled and rocked on his body, but still she didn't relax forward.

  "Jamie...I can't--can't come like this. I'm--pulled back too far," Chase said, panting.

  She smiled wickedly, pinching her own nipple and sliding up and down his cock slowly, torturing him, feeling his need for release. "I know, baby," she whispered, bending forward while keeping her hips tilted back. "You're not going to come until I'm ready to let you."

  Chase arched and humped up, seeking relief, but Jamie followed his movements, keeping him stretched far enough to prevent him from coming. He groaned and grunted, arching into Jamie's still-slow rhythm. His eyes squeezed shut and sweat streamed down his forehead, his breath coming in harsh pants, his fingers fisting in the sheets at his sides. All was forgotten but for his need for release. Jamie watched him carefully, measuring his desperation.

  As she sinuously impaled herself on his shaft, she felt yet another climax burgeoning inside her, and she pressed two fingers to her aching, hypersensitive nub, skyrocketing the pressure into sudden supernova heat. Her other hand went to her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers, hard, just this side of painful, and she began to slide on his cock with increasing speed. Urgency filled her, frenzy overtook her. This climax would be intense, she knew. The pressure was unbearable, fire in her belly, lava in her veins. She held it back, slowing her pace on Chase's body, letting the heat and pressure build yet more.

  "Jay...please...fuck, I'm dying. I'm gonna explode." Chase's eyes were feral slits in his face, his voice a rasping growl like a rockslide.

  "You wanna come, baby?" Jamie whispered the words, pleased with how sultry she sounded,
even to herself. "You wanna come inside my pussy?"

  "Fuck, yes. I need it. Let me go, please. Please."

  Jamie tilted her hips even farther back until Chase cursed out loud, and then she relaxed the tension slightly, ever so gently. "Beg me," she whispered, each word a breathy moan.

  Chase laughed. "I am begging you. Please let me come. I need it. I need you."

  "You have me," she said.

  "Promise?" His eyes were wide now, brown pools of fire locked on her.

  "Yes, Chase. I promise." Jamie tilted and slid up his cock so the thick shaft pulling wet against her clit shot lightning through her core; then, feeling the climax crest inside her, she paused at the apex, his crown between her lips. "I love you. Forever."

  "Forever." He tensed, still, frozen, waiting. "I love you."

  "Come with me." Jamie fell forward on the last word, slicing her core down around his cock in frantic rhythm.

  "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh...fuck!" Chase thrashed into her wildly, and she felt his seed spread through her in a flood of wet heat.

  She bit his shoulder, meeting him thrust for frenzied thrust, her body flush against his, only their hips moving as they climaxed together. Chase's arms were steel bands around her back, one hand fisted in her hair at her neck, the other curled around her waist, holding her tight against him as he crashed into her core, spurting deep with every thrust, filling her, filling her. She wept against him, overcome by physical sensation and emotional flood tide, love for Chase pounding through her in place of blood, need for all of him firing in place of synapses. She sobbed, heaving in the rhythm of their frantic, pounding pace. She felt her body clench around him, felt her womb contract and her muscles clamp and her core clench.

  She felt her her heart expand, and she knew if she hadn't been already, she was irrevocably his.

  After a timeless eternity of mutual climax, they went still, Jamie collapsed on top of him, still impaled by him, filled by him. His breath huffed in her hair, his fingers toying with tangled curls, tracing her skin, the lines of her hips.

  Neither spoke as sleep stole over them. Jamie eventually shifted so he slipped out of her folds, and she slid off him and curled into his arms, more contented than she'd ever been. It seemed every night she spent with him saw her more full of his presence, more contented with life, with love.

  She wondered muzzily how she could find any further happiness, how she could be any more wonderfully full of Chase.

  7

  Chase tried to calm his nerves, tried to force himself into relaxing. It didn't work. He was uneasy, unexplainably anxious. Well, his anxiety was partially explainable: Six Foot Tall was headlining at the Palace of Auburn Hills that night. It was their first headliner venue, and it was their hometown. It was also nearly sold out. The guys were amped, and so was Chase, but the other source of his nerves was less pleasant.

  Jamie had been off lately. Just...distracted, almost distant. Snappish, at times. He'd asked her if anything was bothering her on a number of occasions, but she always denied it.

  Matters weren't helped by the fact that she'd had the other assistant manager at her work quit, leaving her to cover most of the shifts on her own. She'd only been able to get away to see him twice in the last two months, and most of the time he tried calling her she could only talk for a second, or was so tired she fell asleep while talking. He'd been busy, too, of course. They'd done an interview in Revolver, played on Conan O'Brien's show, as well as their usual aggressive tour schedule.

  But none of that mattered to Chase if something was wrong with Jamie.

  He sat backstage at the Palace, watching the seats fill up, plucking strings on his guitar. He'd played the guitar most of his life, in a hobby sort of way. He was a singer more than anything, but if he got a few minutes of downtime before shows or on the bus between venues he would pull out his old acoustic six-string and play. He wrote most of Six Foot Tall's songs that way, although he'd never played the guitar on stage for the fans. Kyle, the guitarist, was talented enough for six people, so there was never any reason for Chase to play on stage.

  This time around, he was working on a song, but not one for the band. He'd written the lyrics over the last couple of weeks, tweaking them here and there until they were perfect. Now he was putting them to music, and he was almost done putting the finishing touches to the melody. He wasn't sure when he would sing the song, since it was a special piece he'd written for Jamie, and their relationship seemed strained as of late.

  He glanced back down at the black-and-white composition book he wrote his lyrics in, made a note, changing a chord. He soon lost himself in the song, and didn't emerge again until he heard someone approaching from behind him. He closed the notebook just as he felt Jamie's arms slip around his neck, and her lips touched his jaw. He reached up over his head and pulled her down for an upside-down kiss. Jamie moved around his body without breaking the kiss, sitting on his legs facing him, and the kiss deepened.

  His body responded immediately, thickening against the button fly of his leather pants. Jamie clearly felt his response, shifting on his lap to rub her core against him. He moaned into the kiss, and wished they were alone.

  "God, I missed you," Jamie whispered against his lips.

  He sighed in relief. "I've missed you, too," he said. "So much. I really love this kind of hello."

  Jamie smiled, her lips tightening and curving against his. "Want to go somewhere more private for an even better hello?"

  "The bus is empty," he said. "The guys are out to dinner."

  "Let's go." Jamie stood up and pulled him up by his hands.

  He shrugged his coat on and led her to the tour bus, into his room, locking the door behind them. When he turned around from locking the door, Jamie already had her coat, shirt, and pants off and was clawing at his zipper. He let her strip him naked, and then he unhooked her bra and slid down her panties while she stroked his cock with her fist. Before he could stop her, Jamie had dropped to her knees and had taken his cock between her soft, perfect lips, running her skilled tongue around his tip, caressing his base with her hand and his balls with the other. He let her take him deep a few times, and then when he felt himself rising too fast, he reached down and lifted her up by the arms.

  "Enough," he growled. "I need to be inside you. Now."

  "Then take me," she breathed.

  He kissed her, reaching down between their bodies to stroke her silky, wet folds with his fingers. She was juicy and dripping and incredible, ready for him. He pushed her backward onto the bed, positioned her at the edge of the bed with her legs over his shoulders as he knelt between her thick, powerful, perfect thighs. He felt his cock twitch as she gasped when he lapped at her sex, then nearly came when she whimpered again. He licked and flicked her into a frenzy, curling his fingers inside her channel in a "come here" gesture, and she obeyed, coming immediately, arching up off the bed and keening as she fell apart under his mouth. At the crest of her climax, Chase rolled Jamie onto her stomach and plunged into her, fisting his hand in her wild, lovely red curls, loose like he loved her hair. She moaned and rocked back into him, humping her back and pushing hard against him.

  "Fuck, Jamie. You feel so good."

  "Oh, god, Chase. Fuck me hard. I need it. I need you." She settled onto the bed, rising up on her tiptoes and falling down as he thrust up. "Come inside me. Right now. Don't wait."

  Chase couldn't help but obey her command, pumping hard, once, twice, a third time, then found his release buried deep inside her, watching sweat bead on her spine. She crawled away from him, up onto the bed, and rolled to her back. He stood panting, slumped forward, breathless and still shuddering with the aftershocks. Jamie spread her thighs apart and held her hands out for him. He slid up her body, his still-hard cock pushing easily back into her wet folds. He kissed her lips, one hand planted on the bed next to her face, the other cupping her cheek.

  He slipped his tongue between her teeth, sighed in his throat when her feet hooked around h
is waist. He needed her again, and soon. His hand found her breast, cupped and hefted its weight. He thumbed her nipple, then pinched it.

  "Ow, not so hard," Jamie said. "My nipples are sensitive."

  He gentled his touch but found himself wondering at her complaint. She'd never said anything like that before. Usually she liked it when he pinched her nipples, and he was always careful not to cross the line into real pain. He knew he hadn't pinched her too hard. He went back to kneading and caressing her breast as he kissed her, beginning a subtle shifting of his hips, testing his hardness. She tensed her vaginal muscles around him, and he felt himself hardening. Her breasts seemed slightly heavier, he thought. He looked at her, took in her beautiful face and lush body.

  They definitely seemed bigger. Not that he minded. He caressed her body, stroking her face and sides and belly, and then, his palm pressing over her stomach, he found himself wondering if her belly seemed firmer, harder beneath the padding of silky flesh. He returned his attention to her breasts, and this time Jamie pulled away from his kiss.

  "What?" she asked. "Is something wrong with my boobs?"

  He shook his head. "No. They just seem a little bigger than normal. I like it."

  Jamie froze, her vivid green eyes searching him. "Are they? I've been really busy lately, so I haven't been working out as much. I might have gained a little weight."

  "That wasn't what I--you're beautiful, baby. Perfect. I love your body, love your big breasts and perfect hips and amazing ass."

  She smiled, but it seemed forced. "Thanks, babe." She shifted her hips and curled her arms around his neck. "Make love to me."

  He pushed aside his thoughts and stroked into her. "I love you, Jamie."

  She pressed her lips against his shoulder and her body shook, almost as if she was crying. She spoke with her face in his neck, meeting his soft and steady thrusts. "I love you, Chase. So much." She pulled away, and her eyes were wet. "You love me forever? No matter what?"