Rock Me Hard (The Rock Star's Seduction 1)

I knelt in front of him and put my lips against his body, not kissing him, just feeling the muscles beneath as I slid my mouth softly over his skin.

He tilted back his head and groaned.

I took his belt in my hands and unbuckled it… then undid the top button. They were button-fly jeans… so I grasped one side in each hand and pulled hard.

Fr-fr-fr-fr-frip all the buttons came undone, and his pants were open before me.

I could feel they were caught on something beneath – something large – so I carefully nudged and pulled until he was free.

He was wearing black boxers, and I could see the outline of his erection beneath the cloth, straining and tugging with a mind of its own. I touched my fingers to it tentatively, and realized with shock that the cloth was wet. He’d drenched them with pre-cum, he’d gotten so turned on when he was touching me.

Beneath the damp cloth, he was rock hard. And big. Bigger than I was used to, anyway. My mouth watering, I gently pulled the waistband of his boxers out and slid them down.

Ohhhhhh God.

It was perfect.

It was beautiful.

Long and thick, with a big swollen head, the tip gleaming wetly in the candlelight.

I reached out and touched my fingers to the scorching-hot skin –

Derek grunted as his cock bucked beneath my hand.

I hurriedly tugged the underwear and the jeans the rest of the way down. He helped and stepped out of them, until he was standing there completely naked, his gorgeous cock standing straight up at attention, his muscled legs like something Michelangelo might have sculpted –

And his ass.

If Shanna could have only seen his ass.

I actually made him move to the side so his hip was facing me, and I ran one hand over that perfect, absolutely amazing bubble butt. I could feel the heat as I cupped my palm over his cheek – could feel the firm muscle filling up my grasp.

Jesus.

I looked at the opposite side of his body and saw that large, lovely, thick cock jutting into the air, pulsing with his heartbeat.

Then I looked up at his face and discovered he was grinning down at me.

“Everything okay?” he whispered.

“Uh huh,” I nodded.

“Now for you,” he whispered.

He bent over and tugged at the hem of my shirt. I lifted my arms and let him pull it over my head. As he threw the shirt over on Shanna’s unused bed, I reached behind me to undo my bra –

“No,” he said. “I want to do it.”

I watched as he kneeled down in front of me on the ground so that our faces were almost level.

He put one of his hands against one bra strap and slowly nudged it aside, so that it fell off my shoulder… and then he did the same with the other. The entire time, he looked at the swell of my breasts, entranced. It was like he was slowly unwrapping a present, and wanted to savor every second.

Then he reached behind me and his face was against mine, and we kissed as his hands moved to my bra strap and unhooked it expertly.

But he didn’t let the bra fall.

He kept holding onto it, keeping it in place. He bent down, his chin in my cleavage, and began to kiss the tops of my breasts. Slowly, slowly, he lowered the edge of the bra, inch by inch, kissing one breast, then the other, until the edge of the cups slipped past my nipples. His lips found the right nipple and he took it in his warm, wet mouth and sucked and licked until I gasped with pleasure.

Only then did he let the bra fall completely away. As he switched his mouth to the left breast, his rough hands moved to my right, cupped it, fondled it, gently rolled the wet nipple between his rough fingers as I whimpered and grasped his hair with my hands.

Then suddenly he was pushing me, lowering me onto my back. I stared up at him as he stood, stared at his cock jutting into the air. He bent over my body and hooked his fingers not only into my jeans, but also through the top of my underwear and pulled both down in one fluid motion. I wriggled my hips to help him along, until I was lying there completely naked on the bed.

He used his strong hands to shift me around so I was lying lengthways on the mattress, moving me as easily as I might rearrange a pillow. Then he fumbled with his discarded pants on the floor and pulled out a foil wrapper from a pocket. He was about to tear into it –

“Wait,” I said.

He stopped and looked at me like Oh no, please don’t say ‘stop’ now –

“Lie down,” I whispered.

He frowned, but lay down next to me as I scooted as far back on the narrow bed as I could. Then I took the foil wrapper from him and put it under the pillow.

“What are you doing?” he asked, confused.

“You got to touch me… now I get to touch you,” I breathed in his ear.

He stared into my eyes as I traced my fingers over his chest… circled his tiny, erect nipples… then traveled across his abs, down around his hips, over his thighs. Every so often his eyes would roll back in his head and he’d groan, and then he’d open them again and continue looking at me like he was caught somewhere between pain and bliss.