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

“‘I Want You To Want Me,’” I smiled.

“And last night – ”

“‘Still Into You.’”

“So you did get the coded messages.”

“They weren’t that coded.”

He tapped lightly on my head with his knuckles. “No, but when the head is this thick, you can’t exactly use subtlety – ”

“HEY!” I yelled, and pinched him, which led to another tickling bout, which ended with more making out.

“I think you’re just making me mad so you can end up kissing me,” I murmured a few minutes later.

“Yeah, apparently the way into your pants is making you mad.”

“The way into my pants is by being sweet.”

“I tried that four years ago. Didn’t work.”

Ouch.

I didn’t say anything back, just rested my head on his chest.

“Hey, I was just kidding,” he said lightly.

“No you weren’t.”

He paused.

“No, I wasn’t… but I’m glad we’re here now. I wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world.”

I looked up at him, and he smiled at me.

“Me neither,” I whispered.

And then he cupped my face in his hand and kissed me again.

We lay like that, in each other’s arms, silent for a few more minutes.

“Shouldn’t we get back?” I asked him.

He frowned. “What? Why?”

“Miles is going to throw a fit – I’m surprised he hasn’t called you yet.”

“I don’t have a cell phone.”

I raised up on my arm and stared down at him. “Still?!”

He laughed at my reaction.

“You know, I think you’ve got enough money now,” I pointed out.

“Now I’ve got enough money I don’t need a cell phone. I have people for that.”

“‘I have people for that,’” I mimicked him.

Which led to more tickling.

But this time I stopped short of kissing.

“Seriously, Derek – he’s going to be really, really angry – ”

“Fuck Miles,” he said blithely.

“Yeah, you can say that, but you’re the lead singer of the band. Me, on the other hand – ”

“You’re covered. You’re fucking the lead singer of the band,” Derek said, stifling a laugh, which led to me smacking his chest in playful outrage, which led to more tickling, which led again to roughhousing.

I pushed him off me. “Seriously, though – ”

“Seriously, though, fuck Miles,” he growled. “What good is it being a rock star if you have to jump every time some little British asshole with a Napoleon complex snaps his fingers? Fuck ‘im. We’ll get to San Diego for the show tomorrow. Until then, you’re all mine.”

After that, we went straight to the kissing.

But we didn’t stop with that.

As he lay there kissing me, I felt something soft and heavy and hot brush across my thigh.

His cock, I thought.

Mmmmmm.

I moved my hand down and touched it. He wasn’t even halfway erect, but he was big and thick and felt amazing in my hand. I loved the weight of him, feeling him fill my palm and drape heavily over my hand.

I tickled my fingers up and down his shaft, then toyed with his balls.

He quickly became more than halfway erect.

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.