Hard as Rock (The Rock Star's Seduction 3)

So, of course, I didn’t stop.

“Kaitlyn, seriously – oh my God – oh my God, I’m going to come, Kaitlyn – ”

I kept sucking, my lips running like silk over his thick shaft.

“Kaitlyn!” he cried out, and then I felt his cock spasm and explode between my lips. Hot jets of liquid splashed against the roof of my mouth. I was so turned on, I swallowed them and didn’t even mind. In fact, I kind of enjoyed it.

I had changed considerably over the last week, doing things I would have been totally unwilling to do even a month ago. That’s what heartfelt gratitude from a guy, coupled with a lot of unselfish pleasuring on his part, can do to a girl.

He groaned as I finally withdrew my mouth and licked my lips. “Oh my God, that was amazing… thank you…”

“Oh, you’re not getting off that easily,” I said saucily over my shoulder. “Even though you did.”

Get it? ‘Get off that easily’?

He got the joke. “Very true,” he grinned, then said, “I’d like to reciprocate, but it might be a few minutes before I can get back up to full steam.”

Even though he had lost some of his hardness, he was still mostly erect. I could have taken him inside me.

“That wasn’t what I was talking about,” I said, and turned around so that my front was facing his head instead of his feet.

“What are you talking about, then?” he murmured as he played his fingers up and down my naked body.

“You finishing what you started,” I said seductively, then positioned my thighs directly above his face, and lowered my pussy down onto his mouth.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He started licking my clit as his hands kneaded my ass. I sighed and rocked back and forth, grinding my pussy the tiniest bit into his mouth.

After a few minutes, I felt his arms pushing at my lower back, so I knelt over and put my hands on the floor. He used his hands on my ass to force me closer to his face and began to lick the spot he normally stroked when we OMed, his tongue searching out beneath my hood for that electric point of sugar and sex.

I moaned. The muscles in my thighs began to flutter and the contractions began to build as his tongue swirled over my clit.

As he continued licking me, he would reach up over his head and cup my breasts as they hung full and soft from my chest, tweaking one nipple, then the other, all the while licking me to new heights of gently building pleasure. Then he would let his hands drift back down to my ass and push me harder into his mouth as he alternately sucked on my clit and licked precisely on the spot.

I came over and over – but not like I normally do, with a single climax. Instead it was more like OMing, with rolling waves that overlapped one another, ever-increasing, until I couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next one began. Not a single climax, but a dozen smaller orgasms, my whole body suffused with bliss and light and love as his tongue brought me up to the brink and beyond it, over and over again.

After awhile he pushed up against my legs, taking his lips away from my thighs. I wondered what was going on, until he scooted his body all the way up underneath me, and I felt a hard, thick, blunt pressure against my wet lips.

“I think somebody’s back up to full steam,” I smiled.

“I think you’re right,” he answered, and grabbed my hips and forced me down on his shaft.

I gasped and started writhing with wild abandon, pulling out to his head and then plunging back down. Fast as I could, hard as I could, using his cock to fill me up completely. He grunted his pleasure as I flailed away like a woman possessed.

After a moment, he rolled me over without ever taking his cock out of me so that my back was in the hay. He began to thrust, and I raised my hips upwards to meet his. We continued like that, feverishly kissing, his cock slamming inside me, the floorboards creaking beneath us, the hay prickly on my back as his hard shaft blissfully pounded into me.

Then he surprised me again by pulling out, flipping me over onto my knees, and drawing my ass back towards him. I felt his cock press against my lips, and he was inside me once more, this time fucking me doggy style.

I cried out in ecstasy as he pounded me, driving me wild, his cock slamming inside me so deep until I was coming again – and this time I felt

him

come, too.

Sweat running down our bodies, we collapsed in the hay, him spooning me from behind. I turned my head over my shoulder and kissed him. We stayed like that for nearly half an hour, with the hazy sunlight all around us and the sound of the pigeons cooing in the background.

55

Somewhere in the midst of all the sex and lazing about, Shanna called.

“What the fuck, you can’t answer my texts or calls?”

It was true – she had texted me numerous times since Derek’s very public implosion, and called at least twice. During the first couple of weeks, I had been too depressed to answer. During the last couple of weeks, I’d been too busy. Or something like that.

More than that, though, I had been avoiding the conversation I knew was about to occur.

But when I was sitting in the library and my cell phone rang, I knew I didn’t really have an excuse not to answer.

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just been… a little crazy,” I apologized.

There was a pause on the other end.

“You don’t sound like you’re depressed over Derek.”